The first step in pretending to escape from the detective agency is to pretend that he was beaten badly. This is the eternal defection routine.
But since I couldn’t help but stay in Mafia for a while before, I don’t have to worry about being cheated. Just take advantage of Kirihara Sawa's character of not being afraid of death and take advantage of him.
But for now, I still have to find ways to abuse myself.
I randomly picked a steep slope away from Butei and Minato. Looking at the gravel and wooden branches of different sizes on it, I suddenly felt a dull pain all over my body.
Forget it, I gritted my teeth and felt that I might be brave for once in my life.
"For Demacia!" I closed my eyes, kicked my legs, and jumped down.
When I woke up again, it was still sunny, but I seemed to have been fainted for a long time.
I tried to get up, but there were too many pain points all over my body to count.
Helpless, I had to deal with the fractures in both legs and right hand first to maintain my normal plan.
Hey, the cost of acting this time is a bit high. If I had known, Dazai would have given me a beating. I said in my heart.
Relying on my memory, I approached the port Mafia building step by step, and the expression on my face became more and more gloomy.
Yeah, pretending.
The mafia at the door quickly noticed me, but due to the rapid replacement of Mafia's lower floors, they should all be new recruits, so no one noticed me.
What should I say, a little disappointed.
But now that I have made up my mind to come here to explore some information, I must not be merciful.
Snapped!
A bullet hit my foot.
I raised my eyes, pretending to be angry, and wanted to speak, but my throat was blocked by a mouthful of bloody phlegm. The words I wanted to say turned into a sound similar to the roar of a dragon.
This was so good that the newcomers at the door suddenly panicked.
"Quick, shoot!"
"I am No. 139. I am No. 139. There is an enemy attacking at the door. Please support me!"
This operation made me look dull.
Why, do I look so scary?
never mind.
I rushed forward and used a knife to cut Mafia's artery while she was reporting.
Blood suddenly spurted out and splashed all over me.
"Shh - I'm just here to see Mr. Sen," I slowly straightened up, feeling tired, "Are the cigarettes here?"
I called an old man from Hong Kong and Hong Kong by his name, hoping he would recognize me.
"Cigarettes?" Several people looked at each other.
"It seems I'm gone," I said with a trace of regret on my face, "Let people who know me come to see me, you... don't know enough."
"How dare you be so arrogant after being injured like this? Is this the strength of a carrier pigeon?" The expression on the leader's face changed again and again.
"Ha." I laughed and said nothing.
Because in fact, I just want to be arrogant in front of you group of cannon fodder. If anyone from Zhongya, Mori Ogai or Momiji comes out later, I will immediately give in.
With such serious injuries, I can't fight them!
But having said that, since these grassroots personnel have heard the name of the homing pigeon, it seems that they have been poisoned a lot.
If you think about it, Mori Ogai will probably be very happy about my return.
Of course, this is when the lovely Aza no longer desires to commit suicide.
"Rashomon!"
A blood-red giant beast rushed towards me, wrapped in a thick murderous aura, showing no mercy.
"Time flies!" I raised my pocket watch and reversed the direction of the black beast.
Akutagawa on the opposite side used another move to resolve his own move.
Bad food.
I watched the thin young man walking towards me step by step, and my heart sank.
Aside from the fact that Akutagawa is very strong and I happened to be injured, when I was in Mafia, this kid had not been rescued by Dazai. So he doesn't know me at all.
This completely disrupted my previous plan to sell my identity.
Although I can temporarily use my powers to recover from my injuries, Akutagawa is known to be a desperate Saburo.
In Fumino if line, even Atsushi was defeated by him. Fighting him is obviously not a wise choice.
In this case, all we can do is talk nonsense. After all, I have learned a few ways to deal with powerful enemies from Dazai's side over the years.
That is to be shameless first and then look for opportunities.
"Who are you?" I hesitated for a long time and asked.
"Watanabe Siye, are you crazy? You dare to attack Mafia alone." Akutagawa had a look of astonishment on his face, but he didn't seem to want to continue to attack.
Fortunately, I am not Atsushi.
I shook my head and looked very painful: "I don't know why you all call me that."
"Why," he sneered, "you take off your glasses and you think I don't recognize you?"
Glasses?
I touched my face.
Sure enough, the glasses were gone, probably because they rolled down the slope just now and fell off.
"I want to see Mr. Mori." I chose to ignore his words and reiterated my request numbly.
"It's up to you," Akutagawa frowned, with fierce murderous intent, "Rashomon, Crocodile!"
Several black beasts with fangs galloped, and they were so fast that they made the sound of wind
Have you finally taken action?
A drop of cold sweat broke out on my forehead, but I still smiled numbly to maintain my persona: "A strong opponent? It's not bad if you come to kill me."
I raised my pocket watch, still looking confident of victory.
I was indeed sure of victory, because I saw another familiar figure.
Chuuya flew from the upper left and hit me like a meteorite. He neutralized Akutagawa's menacing killing move with just a few moves.
"Si Ye! What are you doing here!?" Zhongya turned his head, surprise and anger appeared in his eyes at the same time.
"Why are you injured like this?" he asked.
"Long time no see, Chuuya," I nodded lightly, "I'm here to see Mr. Mori."
"You... Kirihara!" His voice was almost inaudible, but he still firmly said the name I made up at random.
Seeing Chuuya almost moved to tears, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"I'm here to die." I added.
"you......"
"Mr. Chuuya!" Akutagawa interrupted Chuuya and flew over with the help of the black beast.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"This is Kirihara Sawa, your senior." Chuuya looked a little embarrassed.
And I'm even more embarrassed and can't show it yet.
"Let's go in and chat, Chuuya." I pointed out.
After all, you, the grassroots members of Mafia, each look more exciting than the other, and I really can’t bear it anymore.
"Yeah, okay," Chuuya nodded, "I just found a place for you to heal your injuries."
Walking into the Mafia building, everything is so cold. This black and chilling atmosphere made me want to leave immediately.
But I have to admit that I will be here for a long time to come.
Ugh, now I have to try to convince myself, um... like, maybe being colder will help my wound feel less painful?
…
But this is of no use at all!
The wound will be healed later, right?
Why should I come here on a whim?
