A tribute to the legendary King of Endurance
Sigma began to explain on his own initiative.
"I got tricked by a bastard, I'll definitely kill him next time!"
Chuuya clenched his fist, picked up a hamburger from the table, and started eating it.
"Need any help? I'd be happy to help!"
Gogol's excited voice came over. He had finished eating, sat cross-legged, supported himself with his hands on the ground, leaned his body towards Chuuya, and said with bright eyes.
Although she knew Gogol was just having fun, she still felt his good intentions and her expression softened.
"No need, Gogol, I can handle it myself. How's it going on your end? Won't it be a bit difficult for you to deal with it alone?"
Upon hearing Chuuya's sudden concern, Gogol was taken aback for a moment, then a big smile spread across his face.
"No need~ Chuuya-kun, I can manage on my own!"
Chuuya didn't react much to this expected answer and simply nodded.
"If you encounter any problems, just send us a message and we'll be there."
He gave a simple reply, and Zhong, who had turned his anger into appetite, did not see the sudden complex emotions in Gogol's eyes.
Then all that could be heard was Gogol laughing loudly as he went to bother Sigma, and Chuuya quietly moved some distance away to avoid accidentally hurting him.
The manor called the Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials in Yokohama is now deserted. In a place resembling a monitoring room, somewhere unknown, the vanished Dostoevsky sits, holding a pen, frantically scribbling and drawing something in a notebook.
Those unaware of the situation might think he was a model student.
With this level of diligence, Fei Jia should go to senior year of high school.
I'm going to fight you witty people!
[Everyone step aside, I'm going to speak first. I'm going to drag all these high-IQ people, the script team members, out. It feels like they're all holding back something big. Only this group of naive and innocent girls like Chuuya are left. I have God's-eye view, what can't I see first!]
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[I wonder if the pages in Dostoevsky's hands have been handed over to Fukuchi Sakura. If they are still in Dostoevsky's hands, I can't even imagine how dramatic the later plot will be.]
Fate is playing tricks on this young couple; can't they even have a proper relationship?
Chuuya no longer cares much about what people say about his love life. Since his memories are incomplete now, whatever the outcome, it's something he should consider when his memories are complete in the future. There's a big show waiting for him to act in.
As he watched the analysis in the comments, Chuuya's eyes darkened. Although he had expected it, he hadn't anticipated that other people with different identities would appear in this scene. He was also very much looking forward to seeing what roles they would play.
Regardless of the circumstances, Chuuya was confident that he would be the one laughing last in this farce. No matter whose script it was, if they tried to scheme against him, he would tear them to shreds. Chuuya lay on the bed, revealing a bright smile of certainty.
It's hard for anyone not to be drawn to Chuuya; his core is as powerful as the sun!
【Chuuya, you're the sun!】
I support Chuuya ruling the world.
[The most dazzling one is Chuuya, who can face any difficulty head-on.]
Seeing the comments, Chuuya chuckled, "Don't praise him like that! Anyone who doesn't know better would think you're a fan!"
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The three people sat in three corners of the living room.
"So why did the operation suddenly stop that day?"
Chuuya looked at Gogol, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with playing cards, and asked in a deep voice.
"Ah! Well, I was in a really good mood at the time, so it wasn't the right time for fighting!"
There was a moment of silence; the other two hadn't expected that this was the reason.
"Then why are you telling us to stop the operation as well?"
"If Chuuya-kun had just wiped out the entire detective agency back then, you guys would definitely have joined me, and that wouldn't have been fun. That would have been my own personal playground!"
Gogol held up one finger and stated his reason, a very Gogol-esque reason that left people speechless.
“We can rest at the hotel and let you go by yourself.”
"That's right! Sigma is so smart! But I never thought of that at the time!"
Sigma was agitated. Did he seem like someone who wanted to share the workload with others?
"It's okay. By alerting them like this, they'll definitely be more vigilant next time, and things will get even more interesting!"
Gogol raised his hands high and said excitedly, while the other two looked on with a few black lines appearing above their heads.
This is so Gogol-esque!
[Xiaoxi: I don't really want to be praised for this.]
[I thought it was Gogol encountering Chuuya's juniors, and his last shred of conscience returned, so he wanted to switch targets with Chuuya, since Chuuya got along quite well with them after losing his memory.]
【I also……】
[But then the Black Hand Party and the Detective Agency will join forces, and won't they have to work together then?]
[They've already formed an alliance, but haven't made a move yet.]
Chuuya stared blankly at the comments, seemingly lost in thought. Whether the other side had formed an alliance or not didn't really affect Chuuya, but the last bit of camaraderie made him open his mouth to remind them.
"If what you say is true, then there's a high chance that the detective agency and the Mafia have formed an alliance. In that case, we'll have to act together."
"Huh? But the Mafia shouldn't be at odds with the Detective Agency... Well, thinking about it that way, it might be true. I've decided, I'm going to go and free them from their painful prison right now!"
For some unknown reason, Gogol agreed with Chuuya's analysis and prepared to go out and take action.
"Be careful on the road."
"Okay, Chuuya-kun!"
Gogol paused for a moment before responding, but he was lost in thought and didn't pay much attention to what had just been said.
From the day he went to the detective agency, he realized something was wrong. Before he lost his memory, the relationship between a mafia and the detective agency should have been extremely hostile. First, he had an unusual emotional entanglement with one of the members, and the attitudes of the other members of the detective agency towards him were also quite intriguing.
It wasn't as if they knew about his unusual relationship with that person, but rather as if they were friendly and familiar with him, even taking his beating up of that bastard for granted. Otherwise, they wouldn't have just been watching the show from the start.
Chuuya was also a little happy. This at least proved that his relationship with that person might not be the kind the comments were suggesting. Chuuya rubbed his fingertips together, a faint smile on his lips. (It's okay, it'll be over soon.) (I'm really giving myself something to do; the storyline after the amnesia is so hard to write.)
Disguised as a low-level employee, Gogol looked at the Mafia headquarters, which was clearly much more dangerous than before, and nodded in satisfaction at his masterpiece.
As for why Gogol, who was supposed to be there to complete a mission, chose to disguise himself and infiltrate the enemy instead of going on a killing spree, Gogol had his own reasons.
Gogol is a free bird! No one can control his free spirit! And his original target wasn't the Mafia; blowing up the Mafia building was just something he did for fun. He said he wanted to kill Dostoevsky, his best friend, and this was the only thing he was serious about! So he won't complete Dostoevsky's mission; instead, he'll disrupt his best friend's plans and find an opportunity to kill him.
"Soon, very soon! I will be truly free."
Gogol muttered to himself, his expression contorted with rage and madness, about something even his closest friend didn't know.
The civet cat looks so crazy, it has a kind of mad beauty vibe.
I support a love-hate relationship.
Does this freedom mean he has to kill the only person in the world who truly understands him?
Chuuya glanced at it and then looked away, assuming Gogol was just acting crazy again.
Akutagawa stopped in his tracks at the dead end, his sharp eyes fixed on the corner. Rashomon transformed into a ferocious beast and attacked the corner, but was attacked by itself in the next second. Almost instantly, Akutagawa thought of a white figure in that familiar attack.
As a burst of laughter, seemingly suppressed for a long time, rang out, Gogol emerged from the corner, and almost instantly, Akutagawa's muscles tensed.
"I told you we'd meet again, didn't I?"
"What do you want to do! I'll tear you to pieces this time!"
"You'll thank me. How about we make a deal?"
Gogol looked at Akutagawa with a smile, and the two faced off like this.
"Chuuye, I've already found out. The detective agency's temporary base is here. Everyone except the other clerical staff and that Tiger who had a bounty on his head is here."
Chu nodded to indicate that he understood, and began to stretch and warm up.
Gogol reached out and caught the leg that was flying towards him from the black hole, his smile deepening.
"So, you were waiting for backup because you didn't say anything?"
He pulled out a dagger from who-knows-where and stabbed without hesitation. On the other side, he had just arrived at his destination when he saw Akutagawa injured and confronting someone. Without hesitation, Nakajima Atsushi judged that the other party was an enemy and attacked directly. As a result, he was grabbed by the leg, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.
"ah--!"
The pain caused Atsushi Nakajima to cry out, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Human-Tiger!"
"I'm here to cooperate with you in a very sincere way, um? No, I should say I'm here to deliver things to you in a very serious way, don't be so aggressive."
Gogol released his grip on Nakajima Atsushi's ankle, and Akutagawa quickly moved to Nakajima Atsushi's side, watching Gogol warily.
"I know what you want! A book, right? What if I say I have one?"
Gogol dropped a bombshell with a smile, and Akutagawa and Atsushi's pupils shrank sharply. They never expected that what they had been searching for for so long would be delivered to their door so easily.
What do you want?
Akutagawa asked calmly, not believing that the other party would be so kind as to give them something so precious.
"That's a good question! Let me think about it."
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