Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The pink-haired boy raised his head calmly and looked into the man's eyes.

As mentioned earlier, he doesn't know what the opponent's supernatural power is, and naturally he can't understand the reason for his gaffe, but it doesn't prevent him from feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.

He could see the almost confused and shaken look in those scarlet eyes.

This is enough for him to implement the next step of the plan.

"Mr. Gide..."

He called out the other person's name at the right time, put on an inscrutable face that everything was under control, and continued to use ambiguous words to attack the man's heart, "What you found in me is enough to prove what I know. Is what you wrote true?"

"Even if there is no way to kill you, it doesn't mean that everything you say is feasible."

André Gide, who could barely be regarded as a half-honest man, broke out a key piece of information first, but then denied it. He was obviously unwilling to easily trust a person of unknown origin, and remained vigilant all the time.

However, this also proves from the side how much he longs for "such" things when he can take the initiative to attend the appointment.

And the purpose of Kurihara Shuken's face-to-face communication with him is to find out what he really needs, and to use his weakness to achieve the ultimate achievement of empty-handed white wolf.

That's right, the note passed on at the beginning only wrote three lines:

"Did you know that there is an item in the world that can fulfill all wishes and surpass supernatural powers?"

"Whether it's changing the past, fabricating the future, or even subverting the cognition of all mankind, it can be done one by one. Isn't it amazing?"

"If you want information about it, please contact me before noon tomorrow. I look forward to your visit at any time."

In the end, there was a line of contact information, which looked like a small advertisement for MLM to expand the offline - but Gide couldn't refuse this temptation, even if it was possible to make a trip for nothing, he still had to try it.

Of course, if he realizes that the other party is playing with him, he doesn't mind sending them to hell directly.

Anyway, there are many blood debts in his hands, and he is not afraid of adding another one.

Facts have proved that the "girl" who asked him out does have something good.

Judging from the various five-second battle scenes of the special ability "Narrow Gate", no matter what kind of attack he launches, the opponent does not even need to fight back, he can isolate the invasion of fatal injuries and still maintain a state of survival.

Hurt maybe, but never lethally.

Due to time constraints, he couldn't know the follow-up situation, so the supernatural ability equivalent to the prophet lost its effectiveness.

——Even though there are many types of supernatural powers, none of them give humans the ability to "immortality"... So, is it really a miracle?

"That's right, it's a 'miracle'~"

As if possessing mind-reading skills, the other party accurately pointed out the words that emerged in his mind, and further interpreted: "Even if there are vampires and other undead in name, they can still be killed by some means. And I am completely "immortal". "

The pink-haired boy who opened his eyes and talked nonsense showed a sick smile.

Since the "book" set a time limit for him and marked the specific date of death, if it is deduced in reverse, it means that "before that day comes, no matter what happens, he is absolutely safe."

It shouldn't be a foul to take advantage of Tiandao's loopholes a little bit, right?

For others, it is an irreversible decline, and should panic and collapse because of it, like a headless fly, circling around while waiting for death in despair, but in his hands, it is a card that can be used.

The so-called extremes must be reversed, bottoming out and rebounding, probably this is the truth.

The same goes for luck.

He is an out-and-out crazy gambler.

Unlike the man who was hollowed out by hatred, dissatisfaction, and hatred, his eyes were much hotter, like magma rolling in a volcano, flowing with viscous substances that were balanced between extremely bright and extremely dark, making him feel People are extremely shocked.

"In order to break such a fate, I must have it."

He propped his cheek with one hand, tilted his head as if to be cute, and covered his white wrist with the other palm, touching the number mark that fell into the skin like a brand, and gently invited in his mouth: "Then, would you To be my accomplice, Monsieur Gide?"

Consistent interests are the shackles that fasten both partners.

There is no need for them to betray each other before their goals have been accomplished.

The man whose name was called changed his expression for the first time, as if he had never smiled before, the corners of his lips curled up stiffly.

But it is undeniable that it was indeed a smiling face trying to soften his sharp aura, and even lowered his voice, whispering like a dream: "Are you longing for death?"

"If this is the way to escape..."

The little liar who played word games had a sweet smile, letting the breeze lift the ends of his long hair, adding an illusion of weakness and harmlessness to himself.If he put on a white dress again, he would look like a bride in white or an angel who descended from the sky, exuding holy radiance all the time.

Then, he gave another deceptive answer: "I do."

—Is this what you desire, Monsieur Gide?What an understanding man.

After being recognized, André Gide's expression returned to its original state, which was so solemn that it was frightening, but the folds between the brows were slightly relaxed, and it was no longer full of murderous feeling.

"Where is the thing you said?"

His tone was inevitably stiff, with the common problem of commanders often giving orders, no matter what he said, it was like an unchangeable slogan, without euphemism at all, "Its general shape and location or the name of the custodian, etc. Yes, tell me everything you know."

"Don't worry, I will take you to find it, but I can't say too much. Because—"

The "girl" in front of him raised a finger, made a "shh" gesture, and gently pressed her lips.

In the blink of an eye, the man's body suddenly tensed as if he was facing an enemy, especially the pupils, which almost shrank into small, trembling black spots, looking extremely frightened.

No one can know what a terrible future his supernatural power has peeked into.

In short, when he managed to control the nerves that twitched unconsciously on his face, he felt as if he was about to collapse, and there was a shallow layer of water marks on his forehead, which wet the silver hair on his temples.

Basically, he doesn't need to be told too much, he himself understands what it means to keep secret.

Can't ask, can't listen, can't tell, all information about "that" stuff is a big secret.

Kurihara Wataru also stepped on the edge of the warning line and tried repeatedly. Every word was quite precise, and he would never cross the threshold and attract the same "punishment" as last time.

Just because he couldn't die immediately didn't mean he couldn't torture people.

Now he is starting to wonder if he has offended "Book" somewhere, to toss him on purpose, just like a cat playing with a mouse he got, just to see him trembling for fun?

That being the case, he had to fight back to make this trip worthwhile.

The little devil, who was full of black water, opened the corners of his lips, revealing two sharp white teeth, and said slowly: "Mr. Gide's superpower is really useful, I hope you can use it in the next battle in the middle."

The silver-haired man subconsciously wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and did not make a sound.

If his initial level of conviction was only 20%, as the conversation progressed, it seemed to reach 100%, and he even began to trust the IQ of his collaborators.

Being able to find their whereabouts through their footprints is no small feat.As for the information about him, it is even more deeply hidden, and it is impossible to find out without a strong intelligence network, so if she is alone, it is simply...

"Do you have any other companions?" He couldn't help asking.

As a result, the other party smiled and shook his head, denying his statement.

...It's almost like a walking humanoid machine.Whether it is wisdom or action, it is difficult for ordinary people to reach a height.

—Maybe it’s because you’ve lived for a long time?

He is a man who is not good at joking, he has always been serious to an outrageous degree, and the activities in his brain are quite well-regulated, at most he can only draw such simple conclusions.

The pink-haired boy didn't care how high others put him, he immediately waved his little paws, exercising his rights with great interest, like a cat owner who climbed up to do his best.

"Let's go, let's go to Gang Hei's internal reception to catch Osamu Dazai!"

"... Reception? Osamu Dazai?"

Gide couldn't keep up with his train of thought for a while, so he could only repeat the key words at the moment—the location of the reception inside the port mafia must be very hidden, and Osamu Dazai... not only did he know that Osamu Dazai was a high-ranking member of Hong Kong. A cadre, and knows very well how difficult the other party is.

After all, there are legends about Dazai Osamu everywhere in Yokohama.

How exaggerated are the descriptions of flowing black blood, a man who is unpredictable, and a natural mafia.

And listening to the tone of the "girl" in front of him... If he has watched "SpongeBob SquarePants", he will probably feel that the phrase "Pai Daxing, let's catch jellyfish together!" Scraped lines.

So he asked in a rough voice: "What about the plan? The soldiers under my command must not sacrifice in vain."

"Of course there is a plan, Monsieur Gide."

Kurihara didn't care about his attitude at all, now he raised his face, stared at him with a pair of round cat eyes, and asked innocently: "But there will be casualties in war, you should know it better than anyone else. I have no time to protect them, otherwise, why should I cooperate with you?"

In other words, all the deaths and injuries had nothing to do with him.

Wanting to cooperate and become one of the beneficiaries, but unwilling to suffer a large number of casualties, is undoubtedly a fantasy.

From the very beginning, he had planned to use Gide and his party as a shield to cover his actions, and (on the surface) he didn't mind sharing the results of the battle, which was already the biggest concession he had made.

If he got the "book" during this trip, even if the other party betrayed him afterwards, he would feel that it was normal, and he had already made corresponding preparations.

So, the fewer people left, the better, no?

With such a cold thought in his heart, his expression didn't show the slightest bit, and he looked like he was doing things after he finished his ugly words, and then he sincerely suggested: "Anyway, what happened in the past can be changed by "that" thing? So scared? "

"——Let's go, if you are later, you will miss the best time."