msmithbooks Chapter 10 The second vest 'Murderer'
Chapter 10 The second vest 'Murderer'
Mr. Cthulhu opened the refrigerator full of ingredients and fell silent. The young man who ate convenience stores every day because he was too lazy to cook had a headache for the fresh vegetables in the refrigerator.
【But if you don't eat them, they will go bad】
"You're right." Yinwu Xianle sighed, reaching out to the tomatoes, the chocolate bread next to it, and the jasmine tea next to the bottle of Coke: "Let them rot."
【Don't you know how to cook】
"But I'm lazy." Yin Wuxianle bit the bread bag, pulled it hard, tore the plastic paper, and then bit down, the cold taste made Yinwu Xianle squint his eyes comfortably, rich chocolate The sauce gushed out from under the bread, and a little bit of it got on his white hands, and Otonashi stuck out his tongue and licked them clean.
The young man walked to the sofa and sank himself into it: "But eating bread is not good for your health, so that's good."
【What do you want to do】
"Ask Suzumiya to cook for me." After Otonashi Xianle finished speaking, he had mobilized the vests that were randomly placed outside: "He has been wandering around all morning, and all the traffickers' dens have been destroyed, why haven't they been found yet?" It only took half an hour for Asaka Funagawa to find the clue of the "blank check"."
['Detective' is controlled by you, and 'Murderer' is what you let go. The IQ gap between the two of them alone...] The system complained: [And the murderer doesn't... count It’s fine, you’re happy]
At the same time, Suzumiya, who was randomly dropped into a certain place in Yokohama, received an order that the main body needed a chef.
The young man in a white shirt with long blue hair picked up the honey tea on the table, unscrewed it, and drank half of it. The honey-colored liquid overflowed from between his lips, dyeing his red lips brightly.
Yin Wuxian Yue wiped off the excess liquid with his hand, and habitually stuck out his tongue to lick the honey tea-scented water stains on his hand, his light gray eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.
It's so delicious, this honey tea.
"I want to buy ten boxes, and pour them into the bathtub." Yin Wuxian recalled the astronomical number of Cary given by the system, and happily proposed to see the whimsy.
【Good idea, but does this count as drinking your own bath water】
"As long as you shut up, it doesn't count." Yinwu Xianle said bluntly: "However, Suzumiya Ye's code name is 'Murderer', and he will act bravely."
[The code name was not chosen by the system] The system flatly pushed the pot: [Besides, why can't a murderer be brave for justice? You are discriminating against the code name]
Yokohama, Concession near Radium Bowl Street.
The young man was kicked against the wall viciously, he stood up in a state of embarrassment, and watched the grinning assailant approaching him, his head was bleeding from the beating just now, and thick blood flowed from his forehead, wet His black hair stuck to his cheek.
His handsome face was stained with blood, and when he fell into such an embarrassing situation, he didn't say a word, and he swallowed the occasional muffled panting, but his blood-red eyes were stained with some indescribable anger. hazy.
The back was trampled, and the handsome face of the young man was stuck on the cold ground, revealing the black leather collar on his neck. His joints were twisted to the opposite direction by the perpetrator, and his muscles and bones made a scalp-numbing wail.
"It's you who let Lao Tzu's good stuff go?" After dropping a cigarette, the burly man squatted down and stared at the young man who had been beaten to the brink of embarrassment. He looked at the young man uncomfortably as if he was looking at the goods. Good body curves.
A strong local man on Radium Bowl Street, with disgusting desire in his muddy eyes: "If you don't have diamonds, don't take porcelain work, you let go of the goods that I spent three days squatting on, how can you pay for it, eh? "
The young man tried to get up, but was unceremoniously kicked to the ground again, the strong man spat: "I heard from the sentry, you have been wandering around since the morning, you are not a cop, are you a spy of the enemy organization? "
The other two perpetrators laughed unceremoniously, which was the devil's disdain and arrogance for the lamb.
"Boss, this kid is so weak that he can be knocked down casually. Which organization will let him be a spy." The gray-haired young man wearing an exaggerated skull necklace sneered, "To deliver the goods?"
Another man with his head parted in the middle kicked the young man's pretty waistline with the toe of his shoe: "I was lucky today. I ran away with a small one, and a top-quality one came. Unfortunately, it's a man."
"What's wrong with the man, those rich wives are richer." The gray-haired young man grinned: "It's a lot of money to sell to big shots with special hobbies."
The strong man known as the boss grabbed the young man's hair with his rough hands, forcing him to raise his head and squint to look at the collar worn by a large dog on his neck: "It is estimated that the dog raised by a rich woman got lost , If you sell it casually, something may happen. Forget it, don’t want to send it to your door for nothing, send it to a warehouse, and sell it overseas, but after walking for so long without saying a word, it’s not dumb, dumb is worthless..."
"Cough cough." The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and then a hoarse voice sounded, and it fell on the eardrums, lightly, like the light tickle of rose petals on the skin: "You beasts, you will definitely go to hell. …”
"He said he would go to hell?" The strong man laughed unceremoniously, then he let go of the young man's hair and let the young man's head hit the ground: "Then before we go to hell, let you see What is life is better than death."
The young man was face down, motionless, as if fainted.
The two younger brothers at the side rushed up, lifted the young man, and threw him into the trunk of the truck aside. The gray-haired young man went to clean up the scene of the atrocities just now, leaving no information behind, and the middle split was responsible for wrapping the man in a cardboard box. Cover it to avoid being photographed by surveillance.
Since the warehouse was not far away, and the young man had been beaten by them for too long, he would not wake up for a short time, so the middle part did not tie him up.
"The port mafia has been investigating closely recently. After transporting this ship, leave Yokohama as soon as possible." The strong man leaned against the co-pilot of the car and lit a cigarette: "It's a pity that Yokohama is such a good place."
"If you want me to say, the leader of the port mafia has a problem with his brain." The gray-haired young man scolded: "Such a good business place, he doesn't do business himself, and he won't let outside brothers do it. It’s actually Tiaozi’s job, and he even calls it maintaining market order in the name of maintaining market order, I’m sorry.”
"No way." The man in the middle parted sighed: "Who made Yokohama the territory of the port mafia? With so many supernatural beings in their hands, the government dare not confront them head-on."
When the supernatural being was mentioned, there was silence in the car for a few seconds, and the strong man spoke first: "If I were a supernatural being, how could I still be so tied up and run dirty jobs like a mouse, just find a small organization and be the Emperor of Earth."
The middle parted to cater: "Who says it's not, all the good things are taken by the supernatural. It is said that the supernatural can live longer than ordinary people, look good, and have a good brain. If there is any injury, it will recover very quickly."