Chapter 154 Yokohama's situation Yokohama progress 100%
"so……"
The player's expression was serious: "Tell the truth."
Yokohama has been peaceful recently, and the port mafia is also in its most peaceful and stable period.
It is precisely this calm before the storm that makes everyone in the port mafia nervous all day long.
After visiting and investigating, we found that a name appeared surprisingly frequently among Hong Kong/Black members.
"Dazai-sama hasn't been in the water lately." The member of the operation, when asked by the player, looked dazed.
"I won't suddenly run into the enemy's gun and let them shoot!" Dazai Osamu's subordinates suspected they were still dreaming.
"Hmm... Come to think of it, it's been a while since I last saw that bastard Dazai." The newly promoted officer pondered.
Dazai Osamu's various abnormal behaviors became the source of unrest for the entire port mafia.
The player suddenly smiled with relief.
That makes sense.
Dazai is quiet, he must be up to something.
Fushimi Kyoji recalled that it seemed that he rarely saw Dazai Osamu.
...and, he's obviously hiding from someone.
"Hey - I'm not hiding from Fushimi this time." Dazai Osamu, who was being squatted, explained lightly.
Players refine key words: "Not this time?"
"Don't worry about that~" Dazai Osamu blinked, trying to change the subject, and invited the player, "Want to run away with me?"
"Hide where no one can find us."
The player refused.
Dazai's face suddenly fell, and he complained childishly, "Be careful, or some lonely little dog might snag you and cling to you as a solace!"
Her iris-colored eyes slowly shifted to the expressionless man's face, and she raised a pure, harmless smile: "I absolutely do not mean to mock Lan Tangjun here~"
Rimbaud: “…”
Fushimi Kyoji soon found out the reason why Dazai Osamu was abnormal.
The player was stopped by a young man dressed like a port mafia member, looking a little sick, with black and white hair on his temples.
The other party was aggressive, but his attitude was very upright: "Master Fushimi!"
Player: "Ah... huh?"
"Mr. Dazai once said frankly that my use of my abilities and combat experience disappointed him." He seemed unwell, occasionally coughing with one hand to his lips, but he insisted on finishing his words. "Please give me your guidance, so that I can impress Mr. Dazai."
This person...should I go find Nakahara Chuuya? The player wondered uncertainly.
"I will also visit Master Zhongyuan later."
Haha... I actually had such an idea.
His dark and lifeless pupils fixed on the rain butterfly falling on the player's hand, and he said in sudden realization: "Is this your special ability?"
The player seemed to see the hem of the other person's windbreaker swaying, and blinked, it was just the arc caused by walking.
"Eh...it shouldn't fall into the category of supernatural powers?"
The player was sure that seeing those dark eyes turned into mosquito coils for a moment.
"...In any case, please spar with me once." He insisted.
Player: "No."
"Why?" His request was rejected, and he immediately asked anxiously, "If you don't have a suitable weapon, you can use my sidearm..."
He wanted to step forward to stop the player, but his body betrayed him and he froze in place.
He stared at the player with eyes wide open in astonishment. The feeling of being frozen only lasted for a brief moment. He still wanted to figure out the reason why his body was not obeying him.
His burning gaze was fixed on the butterfly flying slowly in the air. With a thought, the black beast transformed from the cloth immediately devoured it, and dots of fluorescent blue scales scattered.
He realized the strangeness of the light floating in the air, but it was too late.
The rain-attributed deathly flames sedated his muscles, and his body betrayed him.
"Sweet dreams."
The player reached out and tapped the other person's furrowed brows. He fell back with a strong sense of reluctance: "..."
Fushimi Kyoji probably understood the meaning of Dazai Osamu's words.
Seeing the familiar figure coming back with such force, the player studied his expression and said sincerely, "You look much more energetic today."
A slight look of confusion appeared on that gloomy face, but it was soon suppressed by forbearance. His voice deepened slightly: "Are you looking down on me?"
Eh?
"I don't even know you, how could I look down on you?" the player retorted.
He seemed convinced, nodded seriously, and began to introduce himself formally: "I am Akutagawa Ryunosuke."
The player also responded naturally: "Hello, I'm Fushimi."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."
The silence was broken by the shrill alarm that sounded without warning. The sharp and rapid sound made people feel inexplicably heavy in their hearts.
"An uncontrolled psychic has escaped," Akutagawa Ryunosuke said with a frown. He caught a glimpse of realization on the player's face and asked hesitantly, "Didn't you join the Port Mafia a long time ago?"
"Hey, this!"
The player uttered a strange "Hmm?" and lowered his head. A child holding a doll walked up to them without them noticing.
“Hey…”
A child's voice mixed with trembling sounds rang out. The short-haired child raised his head, revealing a pair of strange pupils, and the corners of his mouth opened into an exaggerated grin: "Come and play with Jiu Zuo!"
At the same time as the alarm, a child with strange features appeared, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa almost reflexively wanted to attack the source of the hostility he felt.
"OK."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke subconsciously looked at the player.
"Hey—" Yumeno Hisasaku blinked slowly and opened his arms happily, "Then come and hug me, big sister."
This action also allows the player to see the blood seeping from the opponent's sleeve.
The player noticed later that the doll the child was holding was also quite strange.
"don't want."
There is a [cleanliness] setting in the game. When clothes become dirty to a certain extent, they will be taken off. You can only put on the same clothes again after the cleaning time is over.
"Why is it like this..." Yumeno Hisaku suddenly became gloomy, "If I don't play with Hisaku, I will, I will..."
Ryunosuke Akutagawa was alert to the other party's movements in case he suddenly attacked.
"You're such a little brat who only knows how to take advantage of an older sister at such a young age. You're so annoying!" Yumeno Hisasaku was pushed away by his face. Dazai Osamu completely ignored the protests behind him and stretched out the sticky ending of his tone, "Even I want to feel a hug too."
The player clapped his fists together, "Then Dazai, come hold Kusaku."
"No way!"
"I hate hugging men~"
The two of them turned their heads in opposite directions at the same time, with disgust visible on their faces.
"Why is Dazai here?"
I can kind of guess that he doesn't want to be found by Ryunosuke Akutagawa.
Dazai Osamu reacted with a sluggish expression, as if his energy had been drained. He pointed at Yumeno Hisasaku and said, "Come and take Q back. We can't let the disaster affect our cooperation with other organizations this time."
"Mr. Mori is so bossy," he complained.
"Wow, a kid this young has a code name."
The player looked left and right at the sullen-faced Yumeno Hisasaku, and thought that he really didn't get along with Dazai Osamu, so he simply shut his mouth and stopped talking. It was clear that he was not a quiet person.
"Want some candy?"
Yumeno Hisaku's eyes turned dully towards the player's face, and he raised his bloodied hands: "Big sister, Hisaku's hands are injured."
"Oh, I see."
Yumeno Hisaku endured it, put on a cute smile, and said sweetly: "Big sister, feed me!"
Fushimi Kyoji peeled off the candy wrapper and handed the candy to the other person's mouth, and Yumeno Hisasaku suddenly took a bite.
"Woo wow, so energetic!"
Yumeno Hisasaku laughed nervously and crushed the candy with his teeth, making a "crunching" sound.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa looked at the player who was almost bitten on the hand but smiled happily as if he didn't take it seriously.
The other party also said something similar to him.
The player mused, "Hmm... It feels like a tenacious plant that can grow even under an asphalt road. No matter good or bad, it always feels vibrant!"
Dazai Osamu deliberately dragged out his words: "Well, from this perspective, I happen to be the type that Fushimi doesn't like."
"It's different." The player said seriously, "Dazai is a flower that needs careful care and attention."
“…So corny.” Dazai Osamu rubbed his arms. He looked like he couldn’t wait to escape from here.
Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes. Unwilling to be ignored, Yumeno Hisasaku's face was full of eagerness to try. His expression turned completely cold: "How long do you think you can keep playing dead, you derelict dog?"
He let go of his hand, no longer holding on to Yumeno Hisaku, and walked away from him.
After regaining his freedom, Yumeno Hisasaku tilted his head involuntarily, confirming that Dazai Osamu really no longer controlled his freedom. With a roll of his eyes, he immediately aimed in the direction of the player and pounced on him.
With a 'dong' sound, when it was a palm's distance away from the player, a collection of colorful paintings emerged from mid-air and trapped Yumeno Hisasaku inside.
Rimbaud silently returned to the player's side, bringing with him the subspace where Yumeno Hisasaku was imprisoned, making it easier for the player to confirm the other party's situation.
"The medical conditions of the Port Mafia are really worrying." The player said worriedly. The fact that the previous leader found Mori Ogai as his personal doctor showed that he did not take it seriously.
Dazai Osamu did not express any opinion, but just smiled and said nothing.
"Send this child to the infirmary first, and Akutagawa as well."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was suddenly mentioned, immediately refused: "No, my body..."
His voice died down when he saw the expression on the player's face, as if he was looking at an ignorant child.
"The leader and the Port Mafia believe in squeezing every bit of value out of their subordinates before completely abandoning them," the player lamented. "Working while sick is a waste of your own value."
Dazai Osamu smiled and looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke with his eyes rolling around: "Ah, Fushimi, don't be influenced by Mr. Mori, or you will grow up to be a deep-minded adult~"
Players yearn: "Huh? Do you mean becoming a mature adult?"
"Ahem... I think there's basically no such possibility."
It sounds like he's pouring cold water on me, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke is serious: "There's no need to force yourself to be close to people with different personalities. As long as you live in this world as 'yourself', you're unique and eye-catching enough."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke suppressed the itch in his throat, and felt the gazes fixed on him. He looked over and received a cold sneer from Dazai Osamu: "Akutagawa, you are so good at talking sometimes."
"Thank you Mr. Dazai for the compliment!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke said excitedly.
“…”
After turning the corner of the corridor, a group of people who had been standing there for who knows how long smiled at each other.
Mori Ogai symbolically curved his eyes and said distantly, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Inugami Manjiro also spoke a few flattering words to Mori Ogai's subordinates.
The position they were standing in was just enough to see clearly all the movements of the people on the opposite side. Everyone was facing the player in the middle, forming an almost crowd-like scene. At a glance, people's eyes were subconsciously focused on each other's faces.
"Ah, in fact, if we choose subordinates who are girls themselves and train them to be underground idols, the cost can be even lower without the expense of plastic surgery." The leader of the Inugami-gumi looked reluctantly at Nakahara Chuuya, who was protecting the leader's safety beside Mori Ogai.
Guangjin Liulang silently stepped forward: "The chaos caused by Q has been quelled. Please move forward, leader."
Mori Ogai chuckled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Currently, the Port Mafia has no intention of developing the entertainment industry."
The profit-seeking businessman put away his greedy face and stopped responding easily.
Inugami Manjiro understood: "Oh, Chief Mori values his subordinates very much."
"It's different." He sighed, "That child..."
【CG Port Mafia's Sun】
A group photo of all members of the Port Mafia unfolded like a scroll. Fushimi Kyoki seemed to have sensed something and looked in a certain direction.
"Mr. Mori!" the player waved.
…
Passing by the golden cube, Inugami Manjiro couldn't help but take a few more glances inside.
The little boy with heterochromatic pupils opened his eyes wide in excitement. The translucent wall was covered with dense bloody handprints. Seeing him looking over, the other party grinned creepily and mouthed several words to him clearly and slowly:
Inugami Manjiro discerned what he was saying.
'roll'
'Kill you'
'Don't take my toys'
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