Brandy parked the car in front of the apartment.
Shuji Tsushima and the others got out of the car and walked towards the apartment.
The black car was still parked downstairs after the three people left.
It wasn't until the three of them were completely out of sight that Brandy stepped on the accelerator and left.
When the three returned to the apartment, they were greeted by a calico cat and a Shiba Inu flying towards them.
Shuji Tsushima easily caught the calico cat and avoided the Shiba Inu.
"Long time no see, Madara, it seems that Butler Tanaka has not forgotten you." Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa holding the calico cat, and said while smoothing the cat's fur.
They stayed in the hospital for a week. If it weren't for Tanaka the housekeeper, Madara and Harrow would have starved to death.
"Sure enough, I'm not suitable for raising anything. I'm so sorry for bringing you back, Madara." His voice was low.
After all, a guy like him doesn't care about his own life, nor does he care about other people or things...
What qualifications do you have to own a cat?
I can’t love people, so I can only love cats or something…
He can't even love a cat anymore.
"Meow." The calico cat stretched out comfortably.
[I live a good life here. I have endless cans of cat food and the bed is very comfortable. ] The calico cat rubbed Tsushima Shuji's hand and meowed.
"Really... As long as you like it." The black-haired boy with wild eyes stroked the cat with an incredibly gentle expression.
Toru Amuro carried Haro to sit on another sofa and weighed the Shiba Inu in a natural movement.
No problem, no lightness.
Not only was it no longer light, it was even heavier.
"Since Akai Shuichi is coming soon, it's time to arrange a welcome ceremony." Tsushima Shuji put the calico cat on the sofa, stood up and walked to the room.
Pull out a laptop.
Then his hands started typing on the keyboard.
"What are you doing?" Toru Amuro asked.
"Ah, I'm sending game invitations to some people." Tsushima Shuji looked at the screen and said with a chuckle.
"Game invitation?" Scotland asked in a confused tone.
"Everyone is invited to participate in the [Life Forbidden Zone] game." Shuji Tsushima said.
"Forget that you don't know. I've experienced it with Vique and Brandy before. Well, it's a very interesting game anyway." Shuji Tsushima said in a joking tone.
"Want to try?" He found two helmet registers from the cabinet on the side and handed them to Bourbon and Scotland.
The two looked at each other and put on their helmets.
Shuji Tsushima didn't pay attention to the two people who entered the game, and just continued to type on the keyboard.
[Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live? ]
[All answers can be found in the restricted area of life. ]
[This is a game in which only the brave and the devil can survive to the end. ]
[Do you have the courage to join? ]
[yes or no]
Shuji Tsushima looked at the invitation letter with blood red fonts and nodded.
"That should be enough. Let's see how many people are willing to participate." He said and hit the enter key.
Then he closed the computer.
This is just a head count. Those who choose yes will receive gifts from Shuji Tsushima in the future.
The game of Life Zone is launched on the helmet.
It's completely free.
No, it was not sent by Shuji Tsushima.
But...it was given by the umbrella company.
"The righteous detective Tsujima Shuji led his friends and the FBI to overthrow the evil Umbrella Company's conspiracy and saved the lives of many players." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin thoughtfully and said.
The script of Light of Justice Tsujima Shuji is also good.
Although it feels disgusting.
But now he is almost the voice of police justice.
He carried the computer back to the room.
Never mind the bourbon and scotch on the couch.
The two of them probably won't quit the game for a while.
After all, when I played Wei Que, I was killed hundreds of times in the game, and then the game ended only after the counter-attack was successful.
It should be faster if there are two people from Bourbon and Scotland.
Two people, against Gin, Tiamali, Penaud, Chablis, Chianti, Cohen, Trinidad, Moscato, Laphroaig, Negroni, Bronx...
He will probably die dozens of times.
But that has nothing to do with him.
Tsushima Shuji lay on the bed in his room and rolled slowly.
Then he stared at the wall without moving.
Under his gaze, the projection slowly opened.
A man dressed as a priest appeared in the projection.
The background appears to be in a church, with a statue of God holding a Bible behind him.
The man in the robe has long silver-white hair, his eyes are covered with black ribbons, and his smile is full of divine brilliance.
But at this moment, the other party's hand held something completely inconsistent with his temperament.
Black, made of ceramic, wearing a suit coat, cat.
The one with the bandage on his right eye.
It looked like Black Kate in a detective's house.
"Look, Xiuji, this is your figure. Although it is not one ten thousandth as cute as me, it is still very cute." The priest with long silver hair smiled elegantly in the church and held up the figure, as if he was very proud. Said generally.
"You actually watch anime..." Tsushima Shuji complained with a numb expression.
A guy who has lived for who knows how long.
He had previously deceived Tsushima Shuji, who had lost his memory, and said that what he wanted most was eternal life.
Tsushima Shuji's memory confusion is inseparable from the other party.
"Because Xiuzhi prepared it for you, I will watch it no matter what program it is." The priest said with a bright and sacred smile.
"The first Karasuma Renye ate what you gave, so he stayed young forever." The black-haired boy was lying on the bed, his expression and tone were exactly the same cold.
"Whose blood did the last Karasuma Renye drink?" he said.
"This..." The silver-haired priest smiled and put down the figure in his hand.
"Xiuji, don't you already know? With your intelligence, do you still need to ask me?" He said gently with an elegant smile.
"Just to confirm." Tsushima Shuji said casually.
"Rather than boring things like this, let's talk about the role of detective play house. Xiuji, have you drawn my character?" the priest asked expectantly.
"Draw it, the crow who looks like a bad guy at first glance is you." Shuji Tsushima said with certainty.
"Then it's obviously Renya Karasuma. Shuji, you didn't draw me at all. Even the kind of guy who can be thrown away at will can have the image you drew yourself, but as a father, I can't have it..." Father His expression was pitiful, as if he was confessing to God.
The words he spoke were gentle and arrogant.
He regards Karasuma Renya as trash that can be thrown away at will, but he is still upset that Tsushima Shuji did not draw the image of an anime character for him.
"Because you have no sense of existence at all." Tsushima Shuji said lazily and confidently.
The shield was so easy to use that no one even knew the adoptive father existed.
And the adoptive father himself does not seek a sense of existence.
So Crow is the ultimate villain.
It has nothing to do with this one.
"Then I'll change to a role with a little more presence." The priest thought seriously for a moment and said with a smile.
"Whatever you want, I'm going to bed." Shuji Tsushima turned over.
"In that case, then..." The priest's tone was helpless.
"Good night, Xiuzhi." He said indulgently.
The projection went out and Tsushima Shuji raised his hand.
His iris-colored eyes stared at his hands.
He could confirm one thing.
That is, the blood wine Karasuma Renye drank back then...
is his.
"Really... So what did it turn me into..." His hand dropped heavily and he sighed feebly.
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