Chapter 113: The situation in Yokohama: The boss of the Inugami Group is absolutely a devil!
Sitting in the mysterious container, it is now convenient for them to observe openly.
——The interior of the container is simply arranged into a layout suitable for human habitation.
To say that it is simple is just a euphemism for being bare-walled.
Apart from some basic beds, sinks and lighting, there is almost no way to see more furniture at first glance.
"Wow, this is exactly the perfect home I had in mind!" The above was highly praised by Dazai Osamu. Looking at the longing look in his eyes, he actually felt this way sincerely.
"Waking up in such a bad environment every day is very conducive to the efficiency of suicide."
Doesn't that mean living here makes you want to die often...
Chika and the others who lived here did not hear what Dazai said specifically, but they kindly gave them some fruit.
"There are so many doubts..." Nakahara Chuuya gritted his teeth and looked cautiously at the apple in front of him. "Thank you, I..."
“Crack, crack…”
What sound?
Nakahara Chuuya turned his head. The player looked at him, holding the apple: Chew, chew, chew...
How could he eat it without any suspicion!
"Hey!" He couldn't help but remind her in his natural voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nakahara Chuuya suddenly remembered that he was now a "female" and should not have such a "deep" voice.
Mari, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, showed considerable sympathy for Nakahara Chuuya's rather deep voice: "That's it."
Qianjia immediately understood what Zhenli meant and responded repeatedly: "It's the aftereffects of an incomplete surgery! Everyone is like this. Speaking of this..."
"Actually, I still get some stubble on my face now and then." The girl with twin ponytails and bangs rubbed her chin thoughtfully, sighing inexplicably, "I really miss it..."
What's so memorable about growing a beard on your face...
In response to Qianjia's mention of "surgery", Nakahara Chuuya gave a vague answer, saying that prevention was an unspoken common sense within the Inugami Group, and the more you said, the more mistakes you would make.
"It seems like you guys are very nervous." Kentaro and Airi noticed the awkwardness of the three players.
"Is, ahem...is there?" Nakahara Chuuya cleared his throat in a disguised manner when he spoke.
The player frankly admitted: "Yes, a little bit."
I wouldn't feel cramped at first.
But after seeing that [Strategy Available], all the calm mood changed.
"Haha, when the president threw us abroad and put us on the operating table, we felt the same as you." Qianjia said, shuddering with lingering fear.
"The president hasn't told you yet what I'm sending you here for."
Airi's confident demeanor made it impossible not to ask, "So, what's the point?"
"Of course—I'm going to make you into underground idols that are famous all over the country!"
Player/Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya: ...?
She took another closer look at the three people's attire. "But I haven't heard the boss mention adding more members to the Backstreet Girls besides us three. ...Could it be that they're trying to make another maximalist idol group famous?"
Idol……
Inugane Group...underground idols?
"It can't be helped. You were also sent here for special training by the boss, so you can probably understand."
Shadows covered the upper half of the three people's faces, and they said sadly.
"I've caused the organization losses that couldn't be compensated even if I sold all my organs. Even if I was once a member of the mafia, I have to do things like become an underground idol to make money for the organization in order to survive."
The player paused: "...Do idols make that much money?"
"...Hey." Nakahara Chuuya warned the player unable to bear it any longer.
What strange things are you focusing on?
"Now that things have come to this, you should all prepare yourself mentally for the special training ahead!" Airi turned her gaze towards the players. "Who has received training from the president before?"
"...Have you ever spent fifteen hours a day in a small dark room watching idol videos to brainwash yourself?" Without waiting for anyone to answer, the Backstreet Girl, whose face was completely immersed in the shadows, asked questions continuously.
"Have you ever been thrown into the mountains and made to sing in a waterfall until your voice is no longer drowned out by the water?" Qianjia's eyes were fixed, as if she were lost in her own world. Her voice was flat and she muttered nervously.
Mariya's expression was unclear as she spoke in a low voice, "Do you want to train your body's coordination by fighting wild beasts with bare hands?"
Player: "Do you need legal assistance?"
Nakahara Chuuya was speechless: "Fighting with wild beasts... is this training for underground idols? What kind of devil is the person who can come up with such training content!"
Dazai Osamu looked as if he had been enlightened: "So the rumored woman's screams were actually singing practice."
"As for these trainings... no." Dazai blinked, "But as for me, I often find a good river to swim in."
The backstreet girls leaned in close and whispered, "Is this some kind of yoga that uses swimming to shape your body?"
Fushimi Kyoji felt that the "entering the water" mentioned by Dazai Osamu should be entering the water in the simple sense.
Seeing his gaze fall on him, Nakahara Chuuya casually said, "...usually, I'll occasionally stretch my hands and feet."
If dealing with thugs counts as that.
"For example?"
Why on earth would he do such a thing...
Complaining inwardly, Nakahara Chuuya continued to stretch his body, doing a few more movements like lifting his feet to head level. Suddenly, a burst of sighs rose in the container:
"Ohhh! You can even do this! The young are truly formidable..."
Chuuya Nakahara's flexibility has received unanimous praise.
"Not only is her flexibility amazing, but her face is also the best looking among the three of them. She must have suffered a lot." Not knowing the reason, the three of them all had expressions of fear mixed with admiration.
Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, probably having figured out the details of the backstreet girl, and said, "Chuuya, you've never had plastic surgery on your face~"
"It's amazing, she's a natural born idol." Qianjia, the most beautiful member of the group, couldn't help but say so.
Players agree: "Chuuya has a loud voice and very neat movements. He is definitely the most suitable among us to become an idol."
"Hey, you're almost there." Nakahara Chuuya lowered his voice, a bit gritting his teeth.
After all, the other party knew why he chose to dress in such a shameless manner.
He looked at her with a hint of shyness in his eyes, and what he saw was not any ridicule or contempt in her eyes, but an expression of sincere belief on his face.
"Because Chuuya is a young lady! This kind of thing is completely easy." Dazai Osamu joked as usual, as if he could not sense the murderous intent.
Nakahara Chuuya threatened in a sinister whisper: "Be careful or I'll make sure you're always a young lady in the future."
"You won't be liked by the opposite sex if you're too cruel." Who cares about that kind of thing? - Nakahara Chuuya didn't say it out loud, he saw the backstreet girl's face suddenly become haggard.
“…Becoming an underground idol basically has nothing to do with love anymore,” they said quietly.
Ah, it seems like idols can't date, but...
She doesn't have to look so dry and withdrawn as if she has no chance of ever being with a man again!
Why do I have this feeling of seeing a hungry man...
The player raised his hand: "If the screaming is for vocal training, then the crying that someone heard is also for training?"
Nakahara Chuuya temporarily suppressed his doubts and returned to the topic. He didn't bother to hide his intentions and asked what he cared about most: "Do you know if there are other girls here?"
He pulled up his sleeve and pointed at the bracelet on it: "The girl with the almost blue bracelet on her wrist."
The backstreet girls looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
I was also genuinely puzzled by what Nakahara Chuuya said: "'Other girls'? How could there be women here? Hahahaha..."
Nakahara Chuuya suddenly felt disappointed and sat back.
"As for the crying..."
The backstreet girl stared deep into the non-existent distance.
"Perhaps I am weeping at midnight for the dignity of men who have slipped away like flowing water! And for the lost ○○ and ○○ flow!"
“?!”
Player: =o=
Nakahara Chuuya and Nakahara Chuuya were in a state of outage.
No...woman...
So,
Then look at the backstreet girl sitting proudly on the sofa, a cigarette in her hand, imagining the image of a decadent man...
The leader of the Inugami Group is indeed a devil!
…
Finally, he found an excuse and left the Inugami Group's territory.
Also away from the container full of bad memories.
"It's a wonderful experience," said the player.
Nakahara Chuuya still hasn't recovered from the shock: "Hmm, ah..."
"Chuya?" A group of seemingly young children met them head-on.
Both sides looked stunned.
"Shirase? Everyone?"
Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses from the surprise and said anxiously, "Didn't I tell you that this might be an enemy attack and that you should stay in the base and not come out?"
The white-haired boy in the lead subconsciously avoided the gazes he was looking at, but then he quickly thought of something and questioned Nakahara Chuuya: "Who are the people around Chuuya? Shouldn't Chuuya attack the Port Mafia now and make sure they never dare to attack Sheep again?"
Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand and temporarily suppressed his questioning.
"This incident may not be the work of the Port Mafia. The most important thing now is to find the missing members, not to anger the Port Mafia." Nakahara Chuuya explained his concerns to 'Yang'.
"Chuuya!" the boy called Shirase shouted sharply, confusion evident in his eyes. "What are you so afraid of?"
Two crisp clapping sounds were heard, instantly extinguishing all other sounds.
The player looked at Dazai Osamu, who was clapping his hands. He wore an unfathomable smile and said to the 'sheep' and Nakahara Chuuya, who were standing in the same place, "Why not listen to my guess?"
Nakahara Chuuya looked at him silently.
"If you've searched every possible place, leaving nothing unseen, and still can't find the person, then there's only one possibility left."
Dazai Osamu glanced at everyone present with a half-smile in his eyes. He noticed someone avoiding his gaze and casually announced the answer: "...No one is missing at all."
"Hey! Who are you?" Shirase was the first to question Dazai Osamu.
"I know him. This guy is the child taken in by the personal doctor of the Port Mafia boss."
"Chuuya! Are you going to believe what the Port Mafia says?!"
Hearing his identity being recognized by the 'Sheep' people, Dazai Osamu simply curled his lips in boredom. "What? I clearly haven't planned to join the Port Mafia yet, but I'm still mentioned together with Mr. Mori. How annoying."
The 'sheep' child glared at Dazai Osamu.
"Wow, that's fierce!" Dazai immediately hid behind the nearest player, only poking his head out, looking eager to try. "It just so happens that 'Sheep' isn't an organization that protects minors? I might as well join."
"The Sheep won't accept a frivolous person like you!" The Sheep immediately protested in unison. They pulled Nakahara Chuuya, "Chuuya, let's go."
Nakahara Chuuya glanced in the direction of the player and nodded at the 'sheep'.
"Chuya." The player called out Chuya Nakahara.
Taking off the long trench coat is undoubtedly a wise move. In the eyes of the "sheep", the player is different from Dazai Osamu. He is a person who has no conflict of interest with the port mafia or the sheep.
Therefore, players can talk to Nakahara Chuuya without being interrupted.
"Can we still get together tomorrow?" the player asked, "Like today."
Nakahara Chuuya hesitated for a moment, and instinctively glanced at the member of the 'sheep' who was looking at him eagerly, and did not agree immediately.
“…”
Probably not.
Looking at the backs of Chuuya Nakahara and the other members of "Sheep" leaving, the players felt inexplicably this way.
"Using the term sheepdog to refer to China is also inaccurate."
Dazai Osamu stood beside the player, narrowing his eyes and grinning maliciously: "Chuuya is a complete little dog who works hard and is ordered around by the 'sheep'!"
"Where are you going next, Dazai?"
Dazai pretended to think for a while, but he didn't give a clear answer. "Anyway, I'm not going back to Mr. Mori's clinic. Otherwise, I'll definitely have to listen to all the twists and turns and be ordered around by Mr. Mori again. I don't want that."
The player thought for a moment, dug into his pocket, and handed Dazai an apple.
"Is it for me? Eh—I like eating crabs, crabs." Dazai Osamu stretched out his voice and corrected his preference.
Players earnestly say: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away."
Dazai was quiet for a moment, then stuck his tongue out at the player: "What? That's lame."
He took the apple without any intention of eating it. He tossed it up from his hand and caught it again as if he had found a new toy.
Naturally, when the time came to say goodbye, the player waved goodbye to him.
"Goodbye, Dazai."
Dazai Osamu, with his back to the players, did not turn around, but only raised the bitten apple as a gesture, which served as his response.
This may be Yokohama's unique way of saying goodbye.
Players think.
The same is true for Zhongyuan Zhongye.
He didn't say 'goodbye' or anything else, he just opened his mouth and finally left in silence, along with the 'sheep'.
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