Chapter 139: Yokohama "You are indeed a devil!"...
"Where will Mr. Lan Tang be taken?" the player asked.
"The cells beneath the Port Mafia are a good place to go."
Watching Randou being picked up and dragged away by the black lizard, Dazai Osamu, who was standing in the distance with Fushimi Kyoki watching their actions, gave the answer without hesitation.
"It sounds very gloomy. Mr. Lan Tang probably won't like it."
Dazai Osamu nonchalantly replied, "The Port Mafia doesn't create particularly good living conditions for prisoners. Quite the opposite. The worse the environment, the easier it is to break down a person's psychological defenses."
"Ah, of course. As an intelligence officer, he must be familiar with this kind of torture," Dazai said, his tone clear as day. "It wasn't meant to make him feel better."
He then glanced at the player, seemingly lost in thought. "If Fushimi wants to improve conditions for the prisoners, Mr. Mori might agree."
Fushimi Kyoki found this statement a bit strange, but Dazai Osamu had already continued on his own: "Mr. Mori will definitely not leave the psychic unused. There's no need to worry about others."
The player nodded.
So with no one speaking anymore, silence naturally fell between the two of them.
"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Dazai Osamu suddenly asked this after being silent for a while.
Fushimi Kyoji tilted his head, not looking at the player. He seemed focused on Randou's situation ahead. He casually started the conversation, "Even a single-celled guy like Chuuya took some effort to get by."
Could it be that what Dazai Osamu meant by "putting in a lot of thought" is that a few words can make people so angry that they forget their original intention?
"Because they're friends, right?" Fushimi Kyoji thought for a moment and replied, "Chūya saw that Dazai had a reason for not wanting to answer directly, so he easily gave up on asking further questions."
As for the fact that players seem to have missed Lan Tang's hidden route, they don't have to feel something like "Ah, what a pity."
Dazai Osamu's resistance is visibly evident, and he's clearly disgusted by the player's assumptions: "A tactless little slug versus a considerate little slug... I don't even want to tell which is more unbearable."
After observing the players' expressions, Dazai Osamu deliberately let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
“…How enviable.”
He said it sincerely.
"I cannot allow anything to get out of control."
I really can't tell, it turns out he's a control freak with a hidden personality.
Fushimi Kyoji thought.
Chuuya Nakahara and the black lizard escorted Randou together, and the player saw the figure of Hirotsu Liulang at the end of the team.
Everyone is here.
Eh...but I always feel like I've forgotten someone.
Fushimi Kyoji fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
When Oguri Mushitaro, soaked by the rain and full of resentment, stood in front of her, the player suddenly understood.
"Do you think you can get away with it by pretending you accidentally forgot about me?"
Perhaps he was so angry that he didn't even care that Nakahara Chuuya was nearby. Oguri Mushitaro poked the player's shoulder with his index finger and said, "My hairstyle, my high-end suit, everything has been ruined by you."
Before leaving, Mushitaro Oguri was still dressed respectably like an industry elite.
Now……
Fushimi Kyoji silently shifted his gaze from the other man's hair, which was soaked by the rain and stuck to his face, and from his suit, which was covered in patches of soakage.
"You promised me before that you wouldn't let me get hurt."
When Oguri Mushitaro was furious, Dazai Osamu added quietly: "Rampo-kun wouldn't go out of his way to cause trouble for a non-combatant."
"After all, there's really no value in being killed."
Oguri Mushitaro: Another annoying brat...
He turned his head away heavily, temporarily giving up arguing with Dazai Osamu, and focusing his attention back on the player. He was determined to fight to the end and would not give up easily if he did not get a satisfactory answer.
"Yes, I promised you that I wouldn't let you get hurt."
The player's calm attitude greatly soothed Oguri Mushitaro's unstable emotions. His momentum to confront someone stagnated, and he was no longer as confident as he was at the beginning.
"My clothes..." Oguri Mushitaro was unwilling to let this matter be easily exposed.
Dazai Osamu gestured in the direction of the black lizard: "The Port Mafia has prepared a change of clothes, which are not included in this payment."
"...It's better not to wear a kimono." Oguri Mushitaro said gloomily.
Fushimi Kyoji blinked. The uniforms distributed within the Port Mafia were all windbreakers, which should meet Oguri Mushitaro's requirements.
Oguri Mushitaro scowled and wrung the water from his sleeve, which made him even angrier: "I specially did this hairstyle, how are you going to compensate me?"
In fact, it was almost half done, but the fact that his daily habits were disrupted by an unexpected accident made Oguri Mushitaro feel angry.
Oguri Mushitaro raised his eyes angrily, and the other party stood quietly in front of him. It was still raining, and water was dripping from the ends of her hair. She didn't say a word, and endured his one-sided anger.
“…”
Oguri Mushitaro looked even angrier. He raised his voice, "Do you think you can get rid of me with money? With a special ability like the perfect crime, money is just a number to me."
"I know," the player said, "Mr. Mushitaro isn't the type to use his powers for money."
"...Are you mocking me?" Oguri Mushitaro couldn't tell anything from the player's expression, but when he recalled the time when he was threatened with force by Nakahara Chuuya, his emotions, which had gradually calmed down, tended to rekindle.
The fear of Chuuya Nakahara who was present ultimately overcame the irrational impulse driven by emotion.
The second reason is that the player led him to a small reading area inside the Hong Kong/Black Building.
Fushimi Kyoki gestured to Oguri Mushitaro to sit down as well.
He stood there in a stalemate for a while, then picked up a book with a familiar cover and deliberately sat on the edge of the room, one seat away from Fushimi Kyoji.
Seeing that he liked the seat by the side, the player also stood up and sat there.
The blocked Oguri Mushitaro: "!"
Then what was the point of him doing that before!
There are so many chairs, why are you sitting so close to him?
The most annoying thing is the tactless little devil!
Oguri Mushitaro touched the cover of the book in his hand and did not leave immediately.
【Official History of Henggou】
"We agreed earlier." The player showed him the cover. They both held the same book. "We'll display Mr. Mushitaro's friend's work at the Port Mafia."
"Tsk, what I meant was to let more people read his mystery novels." Oguri Mushitaro still had that harsh and unforgiving attitude, but his tone was visibly softening.
"At first, I just wanted to find a place where Mr. Hirotsu could read girls' comics." Someone who had no idea what he was doing said this to him.
Guangjin Liulang: Please forgive me
"But later I realized that Yokohama, this lifeless city, was a complete literary desert..." Fushimi Kyoki spread out the book, running his hand over each line of text. "I want Yokohama to nurture its own literary buds."
Seeing the man who had been furious not long ago now look stunned by a few words, Zhongyuan Zhong, who was listening in, couldn't help but be blunt: "Isn't this what the Inugami-gumi boss said?"
Players, players' eyes shifted.
"You... little bastard!" Oguri Mushitaro roared with unprecedented anger.
The next second, Fushimi Kyoki repeatedly made hushed gestures to him and was reprimanded: "Mr. Mushitaro, don't disturb other people who are reading."
Oguri Mushitaro: ...Damn it!
In his brief experience in Yokohama, if his quality was lower, he would not be so unlucky.
Having said that, Oguri Mushitaro immediately lowered his voice so as not to disturb the mafia who came here to read.
"Is there anyone in the Port Mafia who likes mystery novels?"
After observation, Oguri Mushitaro found that the port mafia did place his friend's book in the most conspicuous place as agreed.
If it is a bookstore, it is the location for best-selling items.
But he couldn't be sure that his friend's work would be sought after by the port mafia.
"and."
He picked and chose: "It's also placed together with girls' comics."
Besides being made of paper, do these two have anything else in common?!
The answer given by the player is very simple and straightforward.
“It’s not what they choose to watch, it’s what I want them to watch.”
Oguri Mushitaro endured it, but still lowered his voice and accused: "You really are a complete devil!"
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