Chapter 138: The situation in Yokohama "It has been provoking us." ...
Lan Tang gave up persuading him.
The hand that held the player, making it absolutely impossible for him to break free, did not loosen. He seemed to sense something and shifted his gaze, turning his head to the side.
A whoosh sound of air breaking passed by my ear.
Thanks to his experience training in the Black Organization, Fushimi Kyoki is no stranger to the sound of silenced gunshots.
“…Oops, sorry, my hand slipped.”
Dazai Osamu walked out from the shadow of the bunker and spoke insincerely, the gun he had used to attack Lan Tang hanging loosely on his index finger.
[Perception] seems to have no effect on Dazai Osamu.
Players can't always detect his presence immediately. Clearly, in most cases, they can be alerted to the presence of others.
Lan Tang understood the unspoken meaning of Dazai Osamu.
Rather than saying "I'm sorry," he might have meant "What a pity."
He looked in the direction of Dazai Osamu, and this action allowed the players to clearly see that there was a bloodstain on Lan Tang's face.
It was caused by the previous shot.
As the player watched, a line of blood slowly accumulated at the edge of the jaw, standing out against the pale skin.
Wow…
Beautiful close-up of battle damage.
It just so happens that I can’t frame the shot with both hands right now, so I blink three times quickly and take a screenshot at close range.
The bleeding scratch on the side of Lan Tang's face emitted a little fluorescent blue light. The rain butterfly drilled into his wound, and linear butterfly patterns emerged.
Strange painted lines were faintly visible on the dull face, making it difficult to look away from the side of his face.
The player stared at Lan Tang's face in a daze. He lowered his gaze calmly. "Is it an ability that can slow down a person's reactions?"
"The limbs have experienced varying degrees of sluggishness and persistent paralysis. ... It doesn't seem to be related to the neurotoxin. Fine movements are unaffected."
Lan Tang confirmed with the player, analyzed the reasons why he made the mistake and was ambushed, and then turned his attention back to the 'culprit'.
"Seeing you, I can roughly confirm that she's the bait. Perhaps she's also using her special abilities to weaken me? You haven't told anyone your entire plan. ...If it were me, I might choose to do the same. The more people know, the greater the risk of exposing your intentions."
After meeting Dazai Osamu, Lantang understood what was going on, but he still couldn't explain his confusion. "In fact, even I have only recently regained my memories. Perhaps you would be willing to explain to me how you noticed the abnormality."
"Don't be nervous. Regarding Lan Tang, ah, Rambo-kun, and your details, only I know about the Port Mafia right now." He deliberately slipped up a different name, then waved his hand insincerely to make amends. "As for the source of the information... I haven't figured out how to make it up yet."
He shook his head, not caring about Dazai Osamu's refusal to cooperate: "I can get the answers I want to know from you even through torture."
"You were speaking softly to Fushimi before, but you're interrogating me directly? This is unfair treatment!"
Lantang ignored Dazai's protests.
From the beginning to the end, whether he was shot in the backhand or now, Lan Tang's outward expression has always been calm, or in other words... he was calm as if the situation was under his control.
Dazai Osamu also realized this, and his shoulders slumped suddenly. Especially when he saw Randou's early control of the player's actions, he showed the bored look he would have when Mori Ogai entrusted him with an important task: "...You should also be a little smarter."
This was obviously not said to Lan Tang.
It is not accurate to say that Dazai Osamu attacked the players.
There was no rebuke in his tone.
More like...
Dazai Osamu's tired expression before leaving gradually overlapped with this moment.
Fushimi Kyoji looked down at the hand that was being held. The rain-attributed death flame attached to the ring was burning silently.
Realizing that the "rain" mentioned by Dazai Osamu earlier might be related to the Flame of Death, the player released the box weapon while acting with the black lizard.
From time to time, rain butterflies hover around, forming gorgeous light bands.
Lan Tang raised his hand, and the golden cube flew out quickly, breaking it into blue spots of light.
"The ring is probably necessary for you to activate your ability."
He said this but did not take any action, and the player was unable to understand Lan Tang's intention for a moment.
"You're not good at faking your eyes."
"Looking too frequently at something you care about will reveal your intentions more quickly."
The other party said something similar when drawing the joker card, but this time the explanation was more detailed.
If it weren't for the wrong situation, Lan Tang would be as patient as teaching a student when pointing out the player's shortcomings.
"you're right."
The player looked at Lan Tang intently.
"I can't control where my eyes go, so..."
*【Perception】(Trust your intuition, it will always guide you to make the right choice)
"*(A figure falling rapidly like a meteorite is approaching you in the distance!)"
"*(The figure that has been hiding in the dark is moving towards you at high speed!)"
The player ignored the glaring [Perception] pop-up window and stared intently at Lan Tang in front of him.
"Just don't look away at this time!"
The player held Lan Tang's hand behind his back, and the expression in his eyes was clearly visible at such a close distance between them.
The output of the Death Flame on the control panel instantly reached the maximum.
The most obvious manifestation was that what was originally just a small flame on the ring that could go out at any time suddenly exploded into a sky-high flame, spreading along the two people's clasped hands and engulfing the whole body in an instant.
The fire is coming.
Lan Tang opened his eyes slightly, and the overwhelming flames of death rushed towards him.
He almost thought that he would be buried in the sea of fire in the next second.
Even before following the instinct to move away from the fire, he subconsciously clenched his hands towards the clear flame in front of him.
Clear, pure...
Just looking at the fire, my eyes felt dry as if I was looking directly at the sun, and my skin seemed to be stinging with heat when I came into close contact with such a light source.
What an unforgettable and beautiful scene...
He almost ignored the warning that came from his instinct - Guangjin Liulang's figure appeared in his field of vision the next moment. He protected the player and raised his other hand towards Lan Tang.
……boom!
Facing the power of Luo Chun, and at the same time being pulled away from Lan Tang by Guangjin Liulang by his collar, the player rubbed his face which had become cold due to the air wave, and then looked down at his smooth palms.
One second before Guangjin Liulang's special ability was activated, Lan Tang took off the ring on the player's hand.
The airflow formed by the fallen cypress dissipated, and a golden cube slowly appeared in their field of vision, covering its surroundings with a collection of colorful paintings so that it was not directly affected by the repulsive force. Even the umbrella in his hand remained intact after the dust and smoke dissipated, shielding him from the wind and rain above.
"...Tsk, you really know how to show off." Dazai Osamu curled his lips.
The players looked at him strangely.
Guangjin Liulang failed to seriously injure Lan Tang, but he remained confident and unconcerned.
Fushimi Kyoji seemed to sense something, and a loud "—— Bastard!!!" was heard from the horizon. A figure falling towards this side like a stream of fire, wrapped in red light, immediately smashed Lan Tang into the ground.
Judging from Lan Tang's state when he reappeared on the ground stepping on the colorful painting collection, that attack obviously failed to cause any damage to the opponent.
...What players care about is why Chuuya Nakahara is so angry.
"Hmm...it's nothing. I just scheduled a text message before leaving Chuuya behind," Dazai Osamu waved his phone at the player. "If we can't get to the other side of Yokohama within a minute, he'll be there to collect our bodies."
Player: “…”
"What's that expression?" Dazai Osamu asked dissatisfiedly.
After defeating Yudie several times, Lan Tang discovered that this type of creature would re-condense, and the deadly flames in the air would also cause it to move slowly.
He gave up fighting with the other two and headed straight towards the player.
As soon as the colorful painting collection that was trying to trap the players and resist the attack from behind appeared, Dazai Osamu raised his hand and touched it, making it disappear.
Zhongyuan Chuuya saw the right opportunity and attacked together with Guangjin Liulang, hitting Lan Tang completely.
“…”
The defeated Lan Tang remained as quiet as before, and only shuddered when he saw the umbrella fall into the puddle on the ground.
It’s so cold…that’s terrible.
Dazai Osamu walked up to Randou, who had lost his will to fight. The other party's eyes moved and his gaze shifted to him.
"I have always been kind to my defeated enemies."
He closed the book he had been holding for who knows when, and sighed, "...Books are the ladder of human progress, Mr. Rimbaud."
Lan Tang looked at the sky where raindrops kept falling with slow thinking, his vision without a specific focus.
Did it fail?
How much does the other party know about his identity?
How will Mori Ogai deal with him?
“…”
…Now none of this makes sense.
The shadow of an umbrella tilted towards him.
The rain that was falling on him stopped immediately.
The player squatted next to Lan Tang holding an umbrella and said, "You held my umbrella for me for a long time before, so I should return the favor."
He was stunned and forced a faint smile: "...Letting a lady get wet in the rain is something any man should feel ashamed of."
Standing not far away, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but sneer, "It's really annoying to be defeated if you can't see your own situation at this moment."
Nakahara Chuuya was completely baffled by Dazai Osamu's attitude: "Huh? What on earth are you upset about?"
"Can't Chuuya see that? He's been provoking us!"
"...He can't even move a finger right now."
Nakahara Chuuya questioned matter-of-factly, "Tell me what he did that was so unbearable."
"Alive." Dazai Osamu said mercilessly.
"There really is something wrong with you!" Nakahara Chuuya finally couldn't stand him anymore.
Dazai Osamu looked up at the sky, his face expressionless: "The French are just annoying."
"...I can't believe you discriminate against people of different nationalities."
Fushimi Kyoki placed the umbrella next to Randou, made sure he wouldn't get wet in the rain, and then stood up. On the other side, Dazai Osamu found the ring that the player had thrown away.
"Thank you!" The player put the ring back on his hand, but his eyes still involuntarily looked down at the ground.
"Haha, what is this I found?"
Nakahara Chuuya was stared at by both of them, and he awkwardly took out the ring-shaped metal ring he had picked up from the ground from his pocket.
"So Nakaya picked it up!" the player took it with surprise. "I thought it would take me another half day to find it."
He was accidentally injured by Lan Tang and no one knows where he was thrown.
Should it really be worn around the neck as a pendant?
“Ah…” Nakahara Nakaya turned his face away uncomfortably, “I just saw it casually and thought it was yours, so I put it away…”
"Hey—Chuuya, are you planning to hide it secretly and not return it?"
Nakahara Chuuya clenched his fists: "I knew you would say such nonsense, so I thought of handing it over to Fushimi in private!"
Dazai Osamu leaned in to take a closer look. After examining it for a moment, he could tell at a glance that the aperture was made of something that had been cut and polished smooth. "Hmm, it's a cheap bullet shell."
Compared with the other ring.
Whether it is the level of sophistication or the material itself.
"Haha? I guess you could say that."
The player also thanked Zhongyuan Chuye and carefully took the simple ring.
“The thought is the most valuable.”
There is also the player's code name [Black Label Whisky] engraved on it.
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