Chapter 151 Seven Vigilantes

In a safe house that the chairman bought after secretly changing several fake identities before going abroad, there was a disgusting black coffin in the middle of the living room.

What was shocking was that at some point, there began to be tiny sounds coming from the coffin, as if someone was talking to themselves, and once you got closer you could hear them clearly -

"Who nailed the coffin lid shut before leaving? Oh, it was me. That's fine." The deep male voice muttered in a brisk tone that didn't match the sound. "If I had known that I would have to pry the nails off when I climbed out, I would have asked the chairman to buy a coffin with a sliding lid."

...Listen carefully, someone is telling a very hellish joke.

The coffin was quiet for a few seconds before suddenly exploding with a loud noise. If someone was nearby, they would see that the right side of the coffin, which was originally sealed tightly, had been kicked apart from the inside out. The ground was full of flying wood chips and thorns, and the culprit was crawling out of the gap he had kicked open with twisted movements while muttering to himself.

Always paying attention to my child's [book], I complained: [I just opened the vest, why does it look like a corpse? ! ]

"You can take out the 'seems'."

As he said this, the culprit finally left the coffin intact. He paid no attention to the painful crumbs on the ground, nor did he have any scratches or punctures on his body. He even jumped up and down provocatively, then continued the book's words with a smile: "From the chairman's script, I am indeed 'stealing corpses'."

The identity of the vigilante will later be tied to the identity of the chairman in the eyes of certain trustworthy people, so there is no need to worry about the origin, but the identity of the criminal must be distinguished from the other two identities, so the criminal cannot be a "blank person", and Chijiang Nayue must give him an identity.

After thinking it over, it turned out that the identity of a dead person is the most useful. As long as the criminal is convinced that he is a corpse, there will be no trace of his existence. Who would link the criminal and the vigilante, two unrelated guys, together?

It has to be said that every time the consciousness is divided to control two bodies it is a new experience, and Akagi Nayue has always been professional in this regard. He starts his role when the consciousness is divided into two halves, even if no one is reading it except the book.

Therefore, the man lying on a pile of sawdust in the middle of the living room first stood there as if he was readjusting his body, then stared at his slowly clenched fists with a curious expression.

"Interesting." He laughed for no apparent reason. "Who fished me out of hell? You have good taste. Let's have some fun."

First, he needed a mirror.

A few minutes later, the man stood in front of the large mirror on the bathroom wall with a serious look on his face.

In the mirror, a handsome man with red hair and green eyes was looking back at him. He used his index finger to twist his long, slightly curly hair that fell to his chest. The black leather gloves and the fiery red hair matched quite harmoniously.

"This is terrible, this is terrible." He seemed to be thinking, "Looking at it this way, this face is really good-looking. This is not good."

[Are you worried that someone will become a fan of the criminal because you are so good-looking?] [Shu] asked after thinking for a moment.

"What does that have to do with me? Honey, you're really humorous." The serious mask on the man's face broke, he shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I was just thinking, when I fight with A-chan, should I ask him to avoid this face? This is one of my few advantages now. It would be a pity to have it disfigured."

Akajinazuki was too lazy to come up with a new name for his alias. He always tried to fool around with it, like Miyamoto Akira, a pseudonym that he pieced together in fear that others would not recognize as his own, and A, the experimental code name he had used since he was a child.

The vigilante vest is undoubtedly a good one, but he can't really be called Batman, right? He doesn't want to pay extra copyright fees after returning to the main world, and he's too lazy to change his code name. In the end, he just gave up and decided to tell anyone who asked that he didn't have a code name. If they insisted, he would just call him A!

The criminal vest got half of the consciousness, and he amused himself by protesting against this easy way, pretending that he really had an independent consciousness - "Am I not the only one without a name? So sad, is this discrimination? I am so sad QAQ."

[Book] After looking at the criminal's character setting, I silently swallowed the words "Who would pronounce the letters QAQ clearly when they are sad?"

The criminal didn't care about those trivial things. He looked carefully at the unfamiliar face in the mirror and slowly poked out a big smiling face with his fingers.

"In that case..." He laughed, "Then my name will be Asa!"

It's so funny, a psychopathic criminal destined to commit horrific crimes named Asa.

Yes, yes, I'll write this joke down first, and I'll tell it to other people in person when I get a chance. Chijiang Nayue, who loves to create people with hell jokes, thought so happily at this moment.

Asa's character was written before Akae Nazuki left Tokyo, and he had also dealt with the existence of this identity. Everything was ready, except for Asa's appearance.

However, Akajiang Nayue felt that this was not enough. He needed to give Asa a spectacular debut. After all, in a sense, that was also the debut of vigilante A.

Wasn't it that the reason he had been socializing among those people during this period was to collect intelligence for the current operation?

Chi Jiang Na Yue briefly broke away from Asa's persona and smiled cunningly: "If we want to do it, we have to do it big~"

The little devil has always been very active. When Rei Furutani saw the big screen on the street, he had already prepared everything.

After leaving the safe house, the red-haired young man in an expensive suit did not expose his whereabouts to any camera. His movements were unexpectedly strange. When no one noticed him, he even successfully avoided all ears and eyes and sneaked into a villa that was protected by layers of security.

When the bodyguard noticed something was wrong and rushed over, the intruder was standing outside a bedroom on the second floor.

"Oh, you guys came at the wrong time." The intruder, with his red hair tied into a bun with a rubber band at the back of his head, greeted them openly, ignoring the guns in the hands of the bodyguards, and said as if complaining, "Airi-chan agreed to play a game with Asa-nii."

The man opened his arms in their direction, took a step forward towards the gun, and his low voice was full of pleasure.

"In that case, you two can play with me for a while instead of Airi-chan."

On the other side of the door, a young lady named Airi was pale as a sheet of gold. She covered her mouth, trembling all over as she huddled in the corner farthest from the door. However, the door, which had previously had excellent soundproofing effects, had become a mere decoration this time. She could clearly hear the conversation in the corridor and the sound of bullets falling after the bodyguards opened fire.

But there was no sound of bullets entering flesh.

Just like before.

She looked at the door as if it were a monster. No matter what, she could not forget the fear she had when that man suddenly appeared not long ago and she wanted to shoot him but the bullet did not cause any harm to him at all.

She didn't know how long the people outside had been firing. After she calmed down, Airi gritted her teeth hesitantly and wanted to go to the door to see what was happening outside through the crack.

But as she tiptoed towards the door, she heard someone knocking on it.

It was the bodyguards' code for reporting safety! Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Airi-chan~" However, the voice that came from behind the door was that of the scary guy, who said lightly, "Let's go!"

Airi's teeth trembled, and she was instantly overwhelmed by an overwhelming fear.

The bedroom door was quietly opened a crack, and the air that rushed in from outside was filled with the fresh smell of rusty iron. Airi had long been accustomed to this smell, and even loved it madly, but now it made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave, and her whole body was stiff.

A green eye appeared through the crack of the door, and the person looked at Airi with a smile: "Don't be so grim, Airi-chan, be happy when playing games, okay?"

Bang!

After saying that, Akajinazuki kicked open the imaginary door with a swift and decisive move, gave his target a shot of free anesthetic, then hummed a song as he folded her up and put her into the suitcase that had appeared beside him at some point, and prepared to drag Airi to find the next target.

Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped in front of the blank wall of the corridor.

"Shouldn't we leave them some clues?" he said distressedly, "Otherwise, how long will it take them to find me? Without A-chan, a lot of garbage will hinder the other police officers."

Just do it.

Half a minute later, Chijiang Nayue looked at the blood-red words on the wall, put her hands on her hips and admired them with satisfaction.

All I saw was written on the wall in someone's blood: Asa's game is in progress, you can sign up and join!

He also drew a neatly-crafted five-pointed star at the end.

As expected of him! He is so talented even with Asa's alias.

After leaving the villa in a grand manner, Asa did the same thing and invited two other 'good friends' who played games with him. He dragged two suitcases and played happily on the streets of Tokyo. After realizing something was wrong, the Metropolitan Police Department started searching for him for more than ten minutes. Finally, he settled everything calmly and sat in the small room.

Then turn on the camera in front of you.

"Hi, good afternoon, Tokyo." Asa warmly greeted all the Tokyo citizens who were watching his live broadcast outside, "Welcome to watch Asa's game channel~"

He didn't care at all about the chaos outside because of his appearance, nor did he care whether others were listening carefully or not. He just started introducing himself.

"As for me, I used to be very satisfied with my current life, but I don't know why I feel more and more bored recently."

On the screen, a red-haired man in a suit and leather shoes sat on a metal chair and said with a troubled look on his face: "Asa, I really don't understand why those weak guys are jumping around outside every day and attracting everyone's attention? Such boring crimes - no, just playing house, have become the focus of everyone's attention!"

The guy who calls himself Asa got mad at himself as he spoke: "It's so disgusting, can that kind of thing really be called a crime? It's meaningless!"

"So, I decided to play games with you all." Asa's voice rang in everyone's ears. He was cursing angrily one second, and then he smiled happily the next second and said, "The name of the first game is Hide and Seek."

Fūya Ling frowned, stood under the eaves, looked up and stared silently at the man on the screen.

Strangely, he felt that the guy looked eerily familiar.

"The rules of the game are very simple. I randomly hid two enthusiastic volunteers in 23 districts. They each had a bomb tied to their body." Asa put his hands together and said brilliantly, "If no one finds them before the end of the specified time, then when the fireworks go up, the two of them will also explode with the district they are in to become a new Tokyo district along with the fireworks~!"

What Asa didn't say was that these two so-called hostages were actually the children of some "big shots".

If the bomb explodes, not only the two hostages will die, but people who are in the same place with the two hostages will also be affected - Fūya Rei immediately thought of this.

The problem is that they don't know where the hostages are, which means they are all at risk of being caught in the explosion.

"Um?"

The man on the big screen seemed to have heard something and was suddenly stunned. He lowered his head so that people could not see his expression. They could only see his shrugging shoulders.

“Oh my God!”

When Asa looked up, the people outside realized that he had just been laughing. He sighed and burst into crazy laughter. He laughed until tears came out of the corners of his eyes and he laughed until he bent over to cover his aching stomach. Only then did he seem to have managed to calm down a little.

"Sorry, sorry, I really couldn't help it. Did I scare you?" Asa's mouth curled up unnaturally. His emerald green eyes were moistened by the tears of laughter and half-closed in pleasure. "Who made our hostage say such an interesting thing just now!"

The people outside could only see what was happening on the other side through the screen. Of course, they had no idea what Asa heard through the headphones. Fortunately, he had no intention of hiding it. He wiped his eyes with his knuckles in a pretentious manner and said quietly, "He said - 'Let me out now! I'm going to ask my dad to kill you!'"

When repeating that sentence, Asa also pinched his voice to imitate the hostage's tone vividly, which made people feel creepy.

"I didn't expect that the hostage has such a keen sense of humor." The man on the screen shook his head, and the slightly curly red hair on the side of his face swayed with his movement.

He clapped his hands slowly and said with a grin, "Maybe you can tell me how you want to kill me? Since you made me laugh so happily, I can fulfill your wish to die in that way."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Asa suddenly slapped his forehead and said in annoyance, "The bomb I implanted in your body is timed. How long...how long will it take? I don't know."

In the center of the picture, he sat with his long legs wrapped in black suit pants crossed. The tight fabric outlined his fiery muscles, but Asa didn't care. He just supported his face with one hand and tapped slowly with his free hand. The leather gloves made a muffled sound when they touched the metal armrest.

The red-haired man tilted his head to face the camera again. His swaying hair brushed against the moisture at the corners of his eyes, covering half of his vision.

He said in a teasing tone: "Don't be so nervous, my guests, maybe time is running out. Come on, let's get started."

The smile on that face turned into indifference in an instant.

“It’s game time.”