Chapter 61
Leaving aside how Ranpo insisted he hadn't done anything under the president's questioning, and even turned over and continued to lie on the sofa saying that it was bedtime and no noise was allowed, Ye Yihe was so happy on the way back that he almost hummed a song.
The reason I say "almost" is simply because he sings so badly that he's very self-aware and only sings in his head—after all, he's singing in his head and no one else can hear him.
Fyodor, holding the book, looked up from its obscure and profound contents, and said with a smile, "[So happy?]"
He had only been paying attention to the outside world and hadn't been particularly focused on Ye Yihe's cleanup efforts.
After all, Fyodor had tasted a wonderful joy from that unexpected decision, as if a glimmer of light had suddenly ignited before his eyes in the dark abyss of emptiness and chaos.
It is neither bright nor dazzling, but it burns for him.
A joyful tremor arose from the depths of his soul.
Therefore, even though this went against the original plan, he still tolerated these things and watched as a huge and coveted power, a group that could reap countless huge profits, completely collapsed and vanished.
"yes,"
Ye Yihe walked with light steps and happily agreed, "I'm in a really good mood right now."
After leaving the Mafia building, the miniature clay doll that Ivan had made followed behind him, serving as the eyes and first line of defense to protect Ye Yihe's safety—after all, it was a meeting with the police, and they were not comfortable letting Ye Yihe go alone.
What if he's forcibly detained as a murderer?
Although the idea of reporting the incident to the police was actually Fyodor's suggestion.
[If your goal is to bring down the port mafia and prevent the remaining tissues from devouring its corpse,]
In the last moments, Fyodor spoke to Yeikh, "[Then I suggest that you immediately have the military police and the special agents with special abilities take over the remaining tasks when Pushkin's powers end.]"
"Um?"
Ye Yihe almost instinctively went against Fyodor—but then he realized that the other's suggestion was reasonable.
[When no one claims responsibility for the operation, other organizations immediately claim it.]
Fyodor explained patiently, "[In the world of double-crossing, no one needs integrity to grow their power. Lies, deception, concealment, and betrayal are the norm. This one-sided massacre by superpowered individuals came with lightning speed and immense force; the other factions are currently in a state of shock, and therefore no one dares to make a move.]"
[However, once the superpower ends and the port mafia has been decimated, if no further results are forthcoming and no other force takes over the spoils of war, that's when they'll begin to stir.]
Yeikh listened silently, inwardly agreeing with Fyodor's point of view.
Indeed, as he said, the operation was too sudden. The port mafia couldn't even guess who their enemy was. As for the police, they could only think it was another struggle between organizations, a conflict between power and interests, and they never imagined that they would have any room to intervene.
"So...you're suggesting that someone from our side contact the police?" Ye Yihe asked thoughtfully.
As you said.
Fyodor's words carried a hint of praise and a light laugh, like the wispy ends of hair being gently brushed against the back of the neck by fingertips. That ticklish sensation spread along the skin to the nerve endings, causing Ye Yihe's fingertips to unconsciously curl slightly.
When he listened to Xiao Ai's simulated voice recording, he didn't realize that Fyodor spoke to others in that way...
[I imagine you'll send Pushkin or Ivan. But from my perspective, I'd still prefer you to be the messenger.]
First of all, Chuuya and Dazai, both underage at thirteen or fourteen, must be excluded—especially Chuuya, who was the experimental subject of the [Arahabaki Project].
Once contact is made with the government, they will almost certainly begin checking his identity information, and the risk of his identity being exposed becomes extremely high.
Oda Sakunosuke wouldn't do either—his profession is assassin, and a top-notch expert with extremely high bounties, having assassinated at least a whole bunch of wealthy businessmen and politicians.
If he is recognized by the police who have been contacted, the situation will quickly jump from the end of the battle royale to the police calling for a manhunt.
As for Pushkin, his identity is nothing special on an ordinary level, but he was previously imprisoned by the [Clock Tower Attendant] and was marked in bold red on the list of supernatural criminals. Even if the police he contacted did not find any problems, there was no guarantee that the Special Agents Section could find his past criminal records.
Ivan was indeed a good choice in the end. He could even create a clay figure that looked exactly like himself to act, so that he could easily escape even if the police wanted to use force.
"You're not letting Ivan show up? Back in Tromsø, you also had Ivan contact that Blessed Land Cherry Blossom first, right?" Ye Yihe asked疑惑地.
[This is precisely the reason. Ivan had come to Japan to meet with Fukuchi Sakura, and was witnessed by several government officials. If he were to appear now, the Far Eastern hero would most likely be seen as the decision-maker behind it all.]
Ye Yihe suddenly understood.
Indeed, if the outside world links this operation with Fukuchi Sakura, then whatever they do afterward will most likely be attributed to "the orders of that Lord Fukuchi"—meaning they have all become Fukuchi Sakura's secret henchmen, with all the credit going to the other party, while they have to bear the blame themselves.
Wouldn't that make me a complete sucker?
Explanation? Nobody will listen to explanations. They will only believe in the results of their own thinking and analysis, especially when it leans towards conspiracy theories.
Hearing this, it seems that he really is the most suitable person to step forward.
Moreover, he had a valid identity document and had not done anything wrong that would be recorded during the period he held it. He was, after all, a law-abiding and good Japanese citizen.
Even though he had contact with Fukuchi Sakura in Tromsø, the witnesses were all local soldiers, and no one could connect him with Fukuchi Sakura.
Thinking about it more carefully, it seems that Fyodor can't really dig a hole for him here... He can't very well let him be arrested by the police as a murderer, because then Fyodor would also have to go to jail.
Then I'll reluctantly... listen to him one more time.
Upon hearing Ye Yihe's agreement, Fyodor's lips curled into a smile.
His five fingers rested on one of the pages of the open Bible, his posture elegant and graceful as he sat on the high chair, a smile still lingering in his slightly closed eyes—revealing a holy divinity that seemed to have compassion for the world.
When tempted, one should not say, "God is tempting me," for God is not tempted by evil, nor does He tempt man; but man is dragged away and seduced by his own desires.
When selfish desires stir the heart, sin is born; and when sin matures, punishment is born.
—On this Bible, which was drawn up by his consciousness, a few words were quietly changed.
[It would be wonderful if you could take my suggestion.]
Fyodor chuckled softly, the low syllables echoing melodiously in Ye Yihe's consciousness, like ripples spreading across a lake after a pebble has been thrown in.
How can I thank you enough?
Even though he had helped her, she still took a step back, obediently and docilely expressing her gratitude for his willingness to accept her advice.
"…………"
Ye Yihe didn't know if he had fallen for this trick before, but it was clear that he was now falling for it too much, to the point that the other party had found his weakness and could always make him tense up with just a few words.
"You should... take better care of this body."
Finally, Ye Yihe said this sincerely.
Once he has accumulated enough resurrection points and the system has helped him create a new body, he will return to his original world.
Putting aside his dubious ideals, if he leaves Fyodor, no one will be able to supervise his schedule and diet like they are now, strictly prevent him from biting his nails until they bleed, and even help him exercise.
I wonder if I could ask Oda Sakunosuke to keep an eye on things...
Is that so?
Fyodor smiled inwardly and replied, "[Then as you wish, I will keep that in mind.]"
Ye Yihe had a subtle feeling that the point the furry little mouse had agreed to might not be the same point he had in mind.
However, at least for now, he can still keep an eye on Fyodor.
Especially with the good news that he had already accumulated more than half of the resurrection points, coupled with the new way to repeatedly farm resurrection points, Ye Yihe was in an incomparably happy mood.
Back in the small building, he flung open the door and cheerfully addressed the crowd looking his way.
“It’s heartbreaking and infuriating that so many vile illegal organizations still exist in Yokohama,” Ye Yihe said. “Let’s wipe them all out!”
This, this, and that—they are all potential turning points for his future revival!
The stunned crowd was speechless: "...???"
“Okay, I’m interested!” Dazai Osamu, his eyes shining, immediately raised his hand to join.
This is so much fun! A hundred times more fun than agreeing to join the Mafia!
In particular, Osamu Dazai knew that Ye Yihe, who initiated the proposal, was not acting out of a sense of justice—which made him especially curious.
Rather, the key element that attracts his attention is that the other party chooses to use this method to punish those thugs who are beyond the reach of the law, yet lacks strong personality traits such as a strong sense of justice or mission. This contradictory yet harmonious combination of unexpected words and actions is what draws people's attention.
Compared to Dazai Osamu's enthusiastic response, Pushkin was so surprised that he subconsciously blurted out, "But boss, your expression is too happy. It doesn't look like you're heartbroken or righteous indignation at all... Ouch!"
Ivan stabbed him in the back with a rock spike, where his view was blocked by the sofa.
"I, as your servant, unconditionally support my lord's decision."
Ivan bowed slightly, his raised silver eyes only able to accommodate the figure of one person.
Pushkin, his eyes filled with tears from the pain, touched his waist, thankfully not having actually made a wound.
I have to say something about the boss's personality. He's really hopeless. He didn't say he wouldn't work for the boss!
Oda Saku and Chuuya had no objections either. "Should we use Pushkin's virus to wipe them all out like before?" Chuuya asked lazily. "I haven't had much of a chance to do anything. I'm just like a messenger delivering mail."
Aside from leading people to infiltrate, his biggest action was posting a notice on the door.
This doesn't show off his skills at all! Damn it, Dazai got all the limelight!
If he were to fight with all his might, he's confident he could crush even the shortest buildings with his sheer weight, let alone those thugs whose bones are far less sturdy than reinforced concrete.
"Of course, we can't use the same method every time. The enemy will become more vigilant and come up with countermeasures. Besides, Fedia hasn't achieved his goal of contacting the police this time."
Dazai Osamu, leaning against the back of the sofa, raised his index finger and turned to Ye Yihe in a light tone, "Right?"
Aside from the rest of the confused group, even Ye Yihe, who was asked the question, couldn't help but type out a question mark, "...?"
How could he not know that he had other purposes in contacting the police?
"It will arrive soon,"
— Dazai Osamu lightly shook his raised index finger, revealing the answer.
"An invitation from the Special Abilities Division."
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