Chapter 120: The high quality of Yokohama’s occasions is harmful
"Let's evacuate before the port mafia's shift change finds out."
Nakahara Chuuya glanced at it casually and said, "Just move the guns and medicines."
Under the cover of night, boxes of supplies were shipped out of the port mafia's warehouse.
Surrounded by scarlet light, gravity supported the supply box that was several times larger than himself. Nakahara Chuuya himself did not show any sign of effort, and he was even able to distract himself and speak out to stop the "sheep" who wanted to turn back.
Faced with the rare and rich "results of war", even with the orders from Chuuya Nakahara, the members of "Sheep" were unable to move.
"Wouldn't the superpower of that psychic prevent the port mafia from finding the real culprit?" Someone whispered, unwilling to give up the benefits that were within their reach.
"Whether it's taking a needle or emptying a warehouse, the perfect crime can erase all evidence of the crime."
Visible and subtle, obvious and subtle gazes were looking at him. After using his special ability to clean up the traces at the scene, Oguri Mushitaro had nothing to do, so he propped up his face with his hands, feeling bored.
"...Once the Port Mafia attacks the direction of the supply flow out of Yokohama and finds the 'sheep' on their head, what will you do to resist?"
Oguri Mushitaro analyzed the possible situations that might occur next with great interest in a detached tone.
"After all, at the moment, the only one among you who can be considered a fighting force is this one."
This naturally refers to the Central Plains.
Perhaps because Oguri Mushitaro's tone was too blunt, to prevent him from being surrounded by the 'sheep', Nakahara Chuuya explained, "There's no way the base can hide so much supplies without being discovered."
Unless the 'Sheep' can ensure that nothing belonging to the Port Mafia leaks out.
Otherwise, if the ambition is too big, it will only harm the "sheep" itself.
The 'Sheep' were somewhat reluctant, but they also knew that their forces could not swallow up everything, so they finally took action under the urging of Nakahara Chuuya.
"I thought it would take more time."
Oguri Mushitaro holds a different view from the players: "The fact that the orders issued by the leader were refuted by his subordinates is itself very telling."
As soon as he turned around, he found Zhong Yuanzhong standing there without knowing when.
Chuuya Nakahara had no special reaction to the frozen Mushitaro Oguri, and instead asked about the player's whereabouts.
The player rejected Nakahara Chuuya's intention to send her off, took two steps back, and put some distance between them.
Facing the other person's slightly confused eyes, he turned his head, curved his eyes and said to him, "Since we are companions, why not open up and explain your concerns clearly."
"Problems won't solve themselves." The player appropriated a line from Nakahara Chuuya not long ago, "Without communication, there's no way to know what's going on in each other's minds."
"Ah," Nakahara Chuuya no longer insisted. He responded, looking at the player with a calm and gentle gaze, "I will."
After safely evacuating from the warehouse owned by the port mafia, they separated on the way. Nakahara Chuuya used his special ability to escort the supplies and cover the departure of the large group of "Sheep".
For a moment, only the player and Oguri Mushitaro were left.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at the dark sky, then at Oguri Mushitaro, who for some reason hadn't left immediately. He waved at him and pretended to get into the trash can by the roadside: "...Mr. Mushitaro, good night."
"What's your obsession with trash cans, Yokohama people?" Oguri Mushitaro grabbed the hem of his clothes and dragged the man back. After holding back, he finally gave in and kicked over the unsightly empty trash can.
"Besides, this has dragged me into the conflict between you and the local gangs in Yokohama. Do you still think you can sleep peacefully?" When talking about the port mafia, Oguri Mushitaro's slightly harsh face was slightly distorted.
"So what do you mean...?"
Oguri Mushitaro crossed his arms, obviously not intending to speak.
"...Would you like some snacks?" The player suggested, thinking of Edogawa Ranpo.
"Cakes? Who would like to eat such old-fashioned and cheap snacks?" Oguri Mushitaro's disgust was obvious.
Ugh!
This trick really doesn't work...
——lupin bar.
Fushimi Kyoji looked up and saw the sign above.
Oguri Mushitaro sat at the bar, holding up the glass of amber whiskey with a look of satisfaction on his face.
He took off his torn suit jacket and placed it on his legs. The shirt underneath was still as clean as new. There was no trace of his previous embarrassed look on Oguri Mushitaro.
The ice cubes in the glass clattered against each other with the movement of his wrist, making a crisp sound. Oguri Mushitaro's mood finally warmed up, and he spoke without hesitation: "...The relationship between your friend and his companions will not be eased by a few words."
"Why?" the player asked in confusion.
The faint smile on Oguri Mushitaro's face deepened slightly. "It's simple. Psychics and ordinary people have different perspectives on things."
"What both sides consider to be patience is just forcing themselves."
He raised his wine glass, and the dim light shone through the glass, making the color of the wine inside appear more translucent and lustrous.
“No matter how you try to save the relationship, you’re just waiting for the string, which is stretched tight at both ends, to break.”
"Why?" the player asked again in confusion.
Oguri Mushitaro paused, and finally turned around to give Fushimi Kyoki a look - the player was half-lying on the bar, all his attention was on the bartender, and he was not listening to him at all.
"Sorry, we don't serve strawberry milkshakes." The bartender who was being harassed responded in a businesslike manner.
Fushimi Kyoji turned his head, looked around, and pointed at the cup on the bar to his right: "Then what is this?"
The person next to him reached out his hand at this time, picked up the cup and took a sip.
The player's gaze also shifts from the hand holding the cup to the face at the other person's action.
A bright light flashed across the round glasses, and a familiar face turned towards the players: "Sorry, is this disturbing to you?"
"Ah..." The player made a dry and meaningless sound because he really didn't know the other person's name.
"Sakaguchi, Sakaguchi Ango." As if he could anticipate others' thoughts, the young man took the initiative to introduce himself, flicking the wall of his glass with his raised finger. "We don't serve dessert here, but tomato juice."
Oguri Mushitaro scanned the player's face and asked, "Do you know him?"
As if he didn't sense the hostility in the gaze, Sakaguchi Ango remained calm and reminded, "We met once a few days ago."
"Ah!" The player belatedly remembered his impression of Sakaguchi Ango and suddenly realized, "You're the guy I met that day when I asked for directions, standing alone on the street for a long time, acting suspiciously and looking like he had a secret!"
Ango Sakaguchi: There's no need to emphasize so many times how suspicious he is!
Sakaguchi Ango adjusted his glasses and casually started the conversation, "You two... aren't locals?"
"No offense, but to survive in Yokohama, you need to be able to discern people..." His gentle pace softened the abruptness of the question. He smiled. "Also, you can tell from their temperament that they're different from the locals."
A few words explained why he asked this question, and it was not a purposeful prying.
Oguri Mushitaro scoffed at Sakaguchi Ango's words, "This is how you survive in Yokohama." "Ha, since you mentioned Yokohama, then I guess you know you shouldn't pry into other people's backgrounds when you know you won't get a response..."
"It's true that I just arrived in Yokohama not long ago." Fushimi Kyoji said truthfully as he looked at the number of days saved in the newly opened copy.
Oguri Mushitaro: --You're such an idiot!
"I'm sorry for being so abrupt." Sakaguchi Ango lowered his posture, strangely not making anyone feel humble. He raised his glass to the two of them with good temper. "Being from different places doesn't stop us from sitting in the same bar and chatting."
"Is that so?" the player echoed Sakaguchi Ango's statement, then turned to ask Oguri Mushitaro, "Where's Mr. Mushitaro?"
Oguri Mushitaro sneered and turned his head to the side arrogantly: "Do you think I should answer you just because you ask me? I don't plan to get too close to you."
The player nodded, turned back, and raised his hand to the bartender: "Give me a tomato juice! And then check out Mr. Mushitaro's whiskey."
"You want me to pay for your share?! I've put up with you for so long, you little brat!" Oguri Mushitaro was furious. "Meeting you and that guy who uses gravity is the worst thing that's happened to me since I came to Yokohama!"
As Oguri Mushitaro said this, he suddenly looked at Sakaguchi Ango.
Sakaguchi Ango, who was concentrating on listening to the conversation between the two, had his pupils dilated for a moment, but he restrained himself from making any other movements.
Fortunately, Oguri Mushitaro just took a big gulp of whiskey and didn't notice his condition at all.
"I came to Japan to ridicule my down-and-out classmates, and I had the bad luck to run into you guys! You two... bastards!"
"It looks like he's filled with resentment." Ango Sakaguchi cautiously described what he saw.
——This is a more euphemistic way of putting it.
As a direct result of his heavy drinking of liquor, Oguri Mushitaro felt completely unconscious in the end.
He was shouting meaningless things like "What have people who don't litter done wrong?" and finally threw his head on the bar.
Fushimi Kyoji took a sip of the same tomato juice he'd just ordered from Sakaguchi Ango and said with a worried look on his face: "It seems Yokohama has left a terrible impression on people. I'm afraid we'll lose a lot of tourists in the future."
Sakaguchi Ango adjusted his glasses and wisely didn't speak rashly: "..."
If I understand correctly, you are one of the culprits who leaves a bad impression on others!
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