novelraw Chapter 118 From My Inference
Chapter 118 From My Inference
I really said that from the bottom of my heart, but it seemed that the other party didn't take me seriously, and even let out a chuckle: "Qian Saki, you said that again."
Me: "..." I understand you in this world, you must be under a lot of pressure, right?You must really want to leave this wretched place, right?
"But..." The black-haired young man stood up, walked to me, sighed as if he was a little disappointed, and suddenly reached out and pinched my jaw to force me to raise my head, "I also said that it was impossible. "
I stared at the other person's cold tea-brown pupils with warnings, lowered my eyes, and responded softly: "...Yes."
"If you feel tired, I can give you a day off to rest." The young man turned around, "I don't want to hear such words again, do you understand?"
I lowered my head again: "Understood."
After I reported the task and left the chief's office, I slowly let out a breath.
It's so nice and bright outside, I like it.
If I stay in it again, I am afraid that I will not be able to help and start talking nonsense, such as the world is so big that I want to see it, and if you don’t let me resign, I will commit suicide and so on.
But the most urgent task now is to find out what kind of mutation has happened in this world.
What Masaichi Irie was saying at the time was that the fuchsia ball was a more or less disposable [-]-year bazooka...but what I arrived at was not [-] years later.
So... either it's a malfunction, or it's the quality of the ball.
Anyway, the existence of the ball and the ten-year bazooka has no scientific logic at all.
When I came to the medical room, it was completely white, which was the opposite color to the chief's office just now, and it was also quite depressing.
Because... there is space here.
Sitting on the hospital bed was a thin, white-haired boy.
The other party had short white hair, and his bangs seemed to be cut in front of the mirror but failed, not to mention that he only used one knife, and because of his poor eyesight, he cut his bangs very obliquely.
Normally, I would definitely focus on the other party's strange hairstyle, but not now.
Because around the other party's neck... there is a particularly eye-catching collar, and there are eye-catching claws on the collar.It doesn't matter what's on the outside, but the hook claws on the inside are still stained with blood. Although there are no scars on the opponent's neck now, it can be guessed that it was because of this collar that he came to the infirmary before.
I poked the collar in the past, and when I confirmed that it was made of iron, my mood became dignified.
"... Chisaki-san?" The white-haired boy who was sitting there with his back arched, his original posture seemed to be curled up into a ball raised his head, looked at me blankly, and called out.
I recalled the conversation I had with Guangjin Liulang before, I withdrew my hand, and nodded calmly at him: "Yo, dun dun."
Although I only know this boy's name is "Dun"...but according to my own habits, I should call it that.Anyway, Mr. Guangjin didn't refute my title before, so it should be right.
As I expected, the white-haired boy was not surprised by my name, but nodded obediently, stood up, picked up the black coat that had been folded aside before, and put it on, covering his entire neck. to the collar.
"Has Miss Chisaki reported to Mr. Dazai?"
"Well, that's right." I stared at the other person's neck, feeling a little uncomfortable, "You...do you really want to be like this every time?"
This collar has not been taken off, does it mean that it has been used for a long time?
"Well... after all... if there is no pain, I can't control the tiger's power..." As if accidentally touching the wound, the white-haired boy frowned, showing a painful expression, but quickly suppressed the pain. Going down, he pulled out a shallow, innocent smile, "Does Mr. Dazai have any instructions?"
"Not yet." I crossed my arms and sighed, "But Mr. Dazai is already the leader, so it's better for you to change your name obediently."
I can feel that this leader is not so easy to talk to.I was warned by Mr. Chuya just now because of my improper attitude. I just don’t know what the relationship between Mr. Chuya and [me] in this world is.
"Mm...Mr. Nakaya also said this to me...I will change..." the white-haired boy said, his back that had been straightened up was bent again, he hugged himself tightly and curled up into a ball, as if he was afraid of something The same began to tremble, "I... definitely... will never disobey Mr. Dazai's orders again... I will never disobey the leader..."
Seeing the other person's appearance, I couldn't help frowning.
This boy...why does he look like PTSD...what kind of aftereffects is this?Although I think about Mr. Dazai's performance in the port mafia period, it is not too surprising.
Just don't know what happened.
I stepped forward and raised my hand to knock on the other person's head: "Alright boy, get up and do things when you recover."
The other party just returned to the real world, and he didn't blame me for hitting him just now, but showed that kind of frank smile again, and his tone was full of trust and even a little dependence: "Yes, Chisaki sister."
I also smiled and rubbed his head.
Why?It seems to feel pretty good?Then touch it again.
……
The boy's information is easy to inquire about. When he goes to report to the leader, I will go out and take a walk to get it.After all, my current status is one of the five major cadres. If I ask my subordinates about some insignificant matters, the other party will definitely know everything.
The white-haired boy named Atsushi Nakajima is the current guerrilla captain of the Port Mafia, and he was picked up by the leader who escaped from the orphanage four years ago.Then I became the captain of the guerrilla army a year ago. It seems that something happened when I became the captain of the guerrilla army. As a result, when I was still preparing for a cadre, I suddenly became very friendly with him.
What is the specific matter... I have to ask me in this world.I reckon it must have something to do with the other party committing PTSD.
But honestly... I still think this kid needs a therapist.
Ah, by the way, this teenager also has a nickname - "White Death of the Port Mafia".
However, the title of the White God of Death did not come from the enemy, but was spread within Hong Kong and black.
Two points can be deduced from the above: 1. Dun Dun's fighting power is quite high, and it should be ferocious that does not match the appearance, so ferocious that everyone else is afraid of it.
2. Dun Dun became a white tiger after being transformed into a tiger.
The first point can be attributed to other people's problems, the second point... It can be concluded that the relationship between me and Dun Dun in this world must be really good and not a plastic friendship!
After all, it is a furry!It's still white!
I sighed and waited for Atsushi Nakajima to report to the leader that the task was over, and then called him to have dinner together.
"You are lucky today, sister, I will cook the food myself!" I touched Atsushi Nakajima's head lovingly, "So in return, you must master the tiger transformation skills as soon as possible, Dundun, and then become Become a tiger and let me lick it."
"Miss Chisaki, you say such things again..." Atsushi Nakajima's expression became helpless.
Me: "..." Well, I got another piece of information, I am also a feline fanatic in this world.
Of course, calling Atsushi Nakajima also has a purpose, because... I don't know where I live in this world!
Other questions can be insinuating, but when I ask others where I live now, people who are not close to me will not know and say nothing, but those who are close will definitely be suspicious!I can't pretend to be a road idiot!
I took Atsushi Nakajima to accompany me to buy groceries, and then I deliberately walked slowly and a few steps behind, waiting for the other party to stand still in front of an apartment, then took out a paper clip from my pocket, and went up to pick the lock.
"...Chi, Chisaki-san?"
I glared at him: "What are you shouting for? Have you never seen someone who forgot to bring his key?"
"No, even if the average person forgets the key, he won't...ah, forget it." Atsushi Nakajima, who was holding a pile of ingredients, finally gave up on returning to me.
……
Dun Dun is so cute. ——This is how I feel after eating a meal.
Let him cut vegetables and chop vegetables, let him wash the dishes, and even take the initiative to wipe the table and clean the living room just like a habit.
I couldn't help but ponder whether I, in this world, used the other party as free housekeeping by the way.
But...it might just be a habit brought by the other party from the orphanage.
Subconsciously look at people's faces, subconsciously go to work, and... as if afraid of not having supplies, subconsciously put too much sugar in the coffee after meals.
I secretly kept the other party's actions in mind, pretended nothing happened on the surface, and let the other party leave after chatting casually.
While getting information from Atsushi Nakajima by insinuating, I can almost piece together some differences in this world from other people's attitudes and words——
1. The current timeline is naturally not ten years later, but two years later, that is to say, when I was 20 years old.The me in this world is four years ago, that is, at the age of 16, after the MIMIC incident, I entered Hong Kong and black.
2. My identity as an illusionist is basically known to everyone in Hong Kong and black, so my promotion speed is very fast, I have done a lot of great things, and I was officially promoted to a cadre half a year ago.Also because I am an illusionist, everyone is used to sudden changes in hairstyles, clothes, etc.
And why Mr. Dazai in this world became the leader... This matter is actually easy to solve.
I turned on my computer, found the secret document with ease, and entered the password after a little thought.
"Sure enough, even if it's a different world, I'm still me..." I muttered, frowning slightly, and clicked on the document signed by [Nothing Interesting], "Um... like this..."
I signed it as [Nothing to See], it is really nothing to see, for most people.
Because there are some basic materials that can be found casually, which are used to make smoke bombs.It is impossible for me to enter any confidential documents on the private computer during the undercover period, but I will have the habit of sorting out ordinary materials and sorting out ideas.
And what is in front of me is what everyone knows, but I don't know anything about it now... [The history of Hong Kong blacks in this world].
Because the former leader of MIMIC World War I, Mori Ogai, died, and then Mr. Dazai succeeded to the throne. He single-handedly established the port mafia that seemed to be in turmoil at that time, and expanded it to its current scale.
But today's port mafia... How should I put it, the scale of development is somewhat beyond my expectation.
Although I have long known that Mr. Dazai is very strong, and I also know that most of the expansion of Hong Kong gangsters after the dragon head war is due to Mr. Dazai... But I still can't imagine that Mr. Dazai, who became the leader... has no sphere of influence. It is limited to Yokohama, but covers the entire Kanto region.
Hong Kong gangsters in this world are even more frightening.
Because the behavior of the leader Dazai and the leader Mori is different. The leader Mori has a plan and chooses the best solution, while the leader Dazai...is not afraid of risks.
So... the difference in the world, is it from MIMIC?No... it should have been earlier... After all, I checked, and Oda Saku is not in Hong Kong and Hei.
Could it be that in this world, Oda Saku didn't read that novel so he continued to be a killer?Or did you choose another mafia... Ah, actually, it would be great if Oda Saku joined Vongola, so I don't worry... Or just become a novelist?
My expression gradually became distressed.
So to sum it up, the difference in this world should be——
1. In the absence of Oda Saku, the leader of Mori died in the MIMIC incident, and Mr. Dazai became the leader.Since the MIMIC in my world was brought in by Chief Sen himself, there must be something shady about him hanging up here.
2. The direction of the leading war began to change. I came here not at the age of 14 but at the age of 16. I was not picked up by Odasaku, but sneaked in through a routine process.
That's right, sneaking in.
Others don't know, but I don't know my own background.If I hadn't been dispatched by the police, I would definitely not have come to Yokohama.After all, I am in Saitama myself.
Of course, Hong Kong and Black have also undergone internal changes.
Sister Hongye left Ganghei after the death of Chief Mori, and Mr. Dazai picked up Atsushi Nakajima instead of Akutagawa four years ago.
Although Mr. Nakaya is very unwilling, but out of a sense of responsibility to the Hong Kong gangsters, he still protects the leader dutifully - yes, I went to the leader's office to see Mr. Nakaya just now because he is currently the person who personally protects the leader.Who made him the strongest supernatural being in Hong Kong, alas.
As for why protection is needed... I have to mention what I just said.
Leader Dazai, the speed of expansion is too fast, to the point where people are frightened and want to try their best to suppress it.Not just other mafia forces, but also from the government and the police.So ever since he ascended to the position of leader, he has been facing various assassinations with various means.
The reason why the leader's office I just went to see is completely black, and the security model of the Hong Kong black office building is higher than I remember, is probably because of this.
I want to understand this, but my whole person is not very good-so Mr. Dazai I know committed suicide by tricks, is the leader of Dazai in this world facing suicide by tricks?
This kind of contrast is not cute at all, but it makes people feel scared!
Now I'm starting to hope that I'm not some kind of policeman. This undercover mode is not just the level of a copy of hell, right?It is simply the difficulty of losing the level that has existed in online games since the server was launched, but no one has successfully challenged it after closing the server!
So... next, the biggest question is...
"What is my mission to enter Hong Kong this time?" I rested my chin on one hand, frowned, and murmured unconsciously.
There is no Mr. Ango in Hong Kong here, so I must have infiltrated not because of the Supernatural Secret Service Division but Hong Kong itself.
And my identity as an illusionist has been exposed long ago. If this is the case, the police still insist on sending me here. It must be because there is some important task that others cannot complete, and they will not hesitate to use their rare illusionist talents...
"Don't be that..." I wailed, feeling that the coffee in my mouth had become extraordinarily bitter.
If there is no reason for me to come...to contact the information I have obtained so far, and all the cautious handling revealed on this computer file that is beyond my own imagination, then, the task of [me in this world], In fact, the point is also very obvious...
——Assassinate the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Osamu Dazai.