Chapter 130 The occasion in Yokohama was thanked!
"——Don't go too far!!!"
Oguri Mushitaro gripped the handle tightly, trying to keep the uninvited guest out.
He let out a hoarse, helpless cry, as if he had been caught by someone who had gone to the wrong restroom while satisfying his physiological needs: "Why did you follow me here?"
Seeing Oguri Mushitaro's terrified expression, as if he had seen a ghost, the player quickly used both hands to grab the door panel, trying to prevent him from closing the door smoothly: "The port mafia has come to bring warmth to the community residents."
"Who would believe such a thing?" Oguri Mushitaro leaned against the door without moving.
Fushimi Kyoji thought for a moment and changed his tactics: "...Open the door, FBI!"
"It's just a different excuse to trick me into opening the door!" Oguri Mushitaro shouted back, "Don't even think about using my perfect crime to do anything for you!"
"Besides! It's fine if you didn't offer to come to me, but I forgot to ask you how you knew where I lived!"
——Oguri Mushitaro could no longer bear it and asked a soul-searching question to the player who found him.
It's just haunting!
Like a ghost!
Fushimi Kyoki, who had released his hand, recalled in a drawn-out voice, "That time, Mushitaro-san was drunk in the bar. When I was about to take you home, I got the address from Mushitaro-san, so I know."
"Oh, so it was you who brought me back that day. Thank you so much—Ha!? You knew this would happen!"
While the player and Oguri Mushitaro were in a stalemate, Nakahara Chuuya pressed his hand on the door at the same time. The dark red gravity attached to the door panel, and no matter how hard the people inside tried, it was of no use.
Oguri Mushitaro tried his best but failed to close the door as he wished.
"...Come in." He slumped his shoulders and reluctantly made way for the two of them.
Even if he lets the two players in, it doesn't mean Oguri Mushitaro will be friendly to them and Nakahara Chuuya. The anger he's been holding back has made him feel like he's giving up. "I've already covered your ass once, what else do you want from me this time?"
"Before the conflict, you asked me to cover your tracks. Ha, now you've fallen out with your companions and feel betrayed," Oguri Mushitaro, who had roughly guessed the direction of the situation, sneered at Nakahara Chuuya. "You want me to cancel my ability to commit the perfect crime so you can find the person and take revenge?"
"I won't do it, what can you do?" Oguri Mushitaro vented his emotions, showing his unyielding spirit. "Are you going to continue threatening me with force, or are you going to beat me up?"
“No,” Nakahara Chuuya said, “It’s a request.”
The player chimed in: "Please."
The muscles under Oguri Mushitaro's eyes twitched, and he said incomprehensibly, "Huh?"
"I want to ask you not to use the supernatural power on the 'sheep' in the future." Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head with a sincere attitude.
Oguri Mushitaro turned to the player uncertainly: "Is there something wrong with my hearing, or is he mentally ill?"
Fushimi Kyoki raised his hand: "Oh! I know! I heard Ranpo mention that the Armed Detective Agency has a healing psychic, but any injuries require a craniotomy."
"Are you kidding me? You evil kid!" Oguri Mushitaro threw the book in his hand at the player.
Nakahara Chuuya still maintained his previous posture. Oguri Mushitaro casually straightened his shirt, his expression changing several times before finally settling on a twisted reluctance. "A perfect crime is limited to eliminating evidence of the crime. Do you want me to explain to you what 'eliminate' means?"
"There's no way to recover. It's irreversible!" Once again revealing the power of his special ability, Oguri Mushitaro's tone became even more venomous. "...Even if you want me to recover, I can't."
"Ah, thank you very much." Having achieved his goal, Nakahara Chuuya stood up and made a gesture to leave.
The player said goodbye to Oguri Mushitaro with the hand holding the book: "Then we'll take our leave first."
"Haha, get out of my house right now!" Oguri Mushitaro waved his hand impatiently. He caught sight of the book in the player's hand and was startled. "Put down someone else's book! Are you a robber?"
The player pondered: "Does the Port Mafia have such a nickname?"
"...You adapt to your identity really quickly." Zhongyuan Zhongye was a little speechless.
Leaving Oguri Mushitaro's residence, the two walked side by side on the street with similar pace.
"Actually, I don't really feel anything yet about joining the Port Mafia."
Nakahara Chuuya listened quietly to the player's words, then slowly spoke, explaining why he accepted Mori Ogai's recruitment: "The leader of the Port Mafia has something I lack."
"Alice?" The player blinked.
...?
"It's the lack of leadership to control your subordinates!" Nakahara Chuuya reacted with helplessness in his eyes, "Sometimes your train of thought is really strange."
"Chuuya realized that he lacked the qualities of a qualified leader, so he agreed to join the Port Mafia..." The player nodded.
"Did you use the word 'discover'? That's really rude." Nakahara Chuuya said this, but his tone was calm, with no sign of getting angry.
"Shirase and the others told you back then... Never mind, you could probably guess it." He interrupted the unclear question again.
"Hmm... Other than saying something like, 'It's only a matter of time before Chuuya turns his attention to those with special abilities and abandons his fellow 'sheep' without special abilities,' I don't remember much else."
"Hasn't that all you've said?"
The silence on Chuuya Nakahara's face gradually disappeared, and his cobalt blue eyes stared at the player for a long time. He sighed silently and gave her a peaceful smile.
"Thank you."
The player blinked frequently, confused by the inexplicable thanks: "...Eh, but I didn't do anything?"
"Yeah." He responded softly.
Those clear and bright blue eyes gazed deeply at the player, without any emotion that would make people feel pressured. It was as if they were looking at the vast and calm sea, gazing at her gently.
"...Your mere existence proves something."
Eh?
Nakahara Chuuya saw the clear confusion in the players' eyes.
...proves that he is not without a personality arc, and even though there is an invisible gap between "superpowers" and "ordinary people" that he has never cared about before, he can still be treated openly by others.
That's enough.
His heart was filled with overflowing and light emotions. When he talked about his former companion, the Sheep, he could still speak proudly:
"They have their way, and I will follow mine."
"We simply crossed paths briefly on the paths of life, walked together for a while, and then it was time to part ways. ... I won't deliberately forget the arguments we had, but I will cherish those precious memories."
Nakahara Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief. In the atmosphere where no other sound could be heard around him except the sound of him falling, he realized that his emotions just now were a little too... exposed.
He realized it belatedly and felt a surge of discomfort.
The players just watched his movements quietly, which effectively eased the inexplicable restraint in Chuuya Nakahara.
"So."
The player tilted his head and smiled at him, "Chuuya, please spend the rest of the journey with me."
“Ah.” Nakahara Chuuya turned his face away, his gaze slightly slower, “…I see.”
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