The vest cannot be collapsed

Everyone in the warehouse was startled by this sudden change.

If the Rashomon that appeared in the first second was a sharp weapon with blood and sharp blades, then the "Rashomon" that suddenly unfolded in the next second is a dreamy and charming net.

Mottled colorful light spots along the net were scattered in the warehouse, further softening the chilling atmosphere of the Rashomon change released by Akutagawa.

But hidden under the dreamy splendor is the sharp blade and the cold tip.

The "Rashomon" that appeared a few seconds later than the Rashomon opened at a faster speed and filled the entire warehouse, with sharp blades hidden under the colorful colors.

And the owner of "it" is still standing at the door, keeping his back to everyone.

The countless minions extending from behind him are like a fine net, crystal clear under the sunlight, shining with a delicate and transparent brilliance.

【do you know? ] The system glanced behind him, 【You are like a big moth now. 】

【...I don't know, and I don't want to know either. ] Jushan Haruki is eager to move to Mars immediately. At this moment, he resonates strangely with all the magicians in the magic world. He just wants to know whether they can add more to their potato planting base on Mars one person.

He was suddenly very grateful that Osamu Dazai was not here, otherwise the news that Haruki Juyama had grown wings in the next second would spread throughout the port of Mafia as if he had really grown wings.

The person standing at the door shook his head slightly from side to side, moving his stiff neck.

Then a voice with a natural order and a commanding voice said: "Take it back."

Like a proud young master.

The human set is a complete set, and the shell given by the administration from top to bottom, including the sound, is really based on the little waste of a wealthy family.Just now, Haruki Iyama, who was still pitying himself for his weak face that he saw once in a century, now only wished to face everyone with his back for the rest of his life.

A young master who is self-reliant and arrogant is good, but a person sent by a disadvantaged family to negotiate is not so good, not to mention Ryunosuke Akutagawa can't fail to recognize who he is.

The image of the past was ruined, and Haruki Jushan now feels that he can no longer get better.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter whether other people know who he is, as long as Ryunosuke Akutagawa knows.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Akutagawa relied on instinct to quickly retract the Rashomon lying in front of him without even thinking about it.

With the withdrawal of Rashomon, the colorful net was taken back in an instant, and the warehouse, which was full of colorful light spots before, became dim in an instant.

It was as if what everyone saw just now was a dream.

And the creator of the dream's white clothes swayed, and a subtle faint light flashed in the setting sun.

"Are you...the person sent to negotiate?" In the silent warehouse, Ryunosuke Akutagawa suddenly asked.

[...I wish I wasn't. ] He whispered to the system.

After waiting in the warehouse for too long, the people from the port Mafia were very irritable. As the scheduled time gradually passed, the so-called family in front of them couldn't come up with a person in charge. It was just a ignorant delay.

At the moment when Ryunosuke Akutagawa finally couldn't bear to announce the opening of the Rashomon gate after the supervisor's numerous delays, Haruki Iyama pushed the door open and entered.

Then things became what they are now.

Akutagawa knew that the other Rashomon that just appeared was the ability of Haruki Iyama, but others didn't.

Here alone, the supervisor who has been facing Mafia at the port for too long, sees Haruki Hareki as if he saw a savior. No matter what happened a few minutes ago or who he is facing now, as a humble worker, he just wants to run.

"Young master, you're finally here!" The supervisor was overwhelmed with gratitude, and it looked like he was about to knock Ju Shanqingshu in the next second.

"This is the person in charge here!" He bluntly threw the blame on this wealthy orphan who looked like a good-for-nothing.

Although the whole family knows that the head of the family who passed away a few years ago has not had any children for more than ten years, the so-called "young master" in front of him is just a so-called "orphan" who was found only in the past few days. His sole purpose in coming back is to take the blame.

The supervisor glanced at the young master who was not clear about the current situation with pity.

I heard that he was brought back from another city. As a foreigner who has never been in Yokohama, it may be difficult to understand what the port Mafia is.

Did that cobweb-like thing burst out from him just now?

If this young master who has just been found is also a supernatural being... The supervisor shuddered, he couldn't do it anymore, he would resign when he went back today.

He didn't want to get involved in this matter.

A gust of cold wind blew across his back, causing goose bumps on his skin.

Before the young master arrived, there were at least a dozen muzzle sights focused on his body near this seemingly empty warehouse, and the eyes of the port Mafia vicious dog behind him showed a strong hatred from time to time The coolness swept across the back of his neck roundly, sweeping across the skin of the back of his neck like a snake.

And now he feels that this gaze is firmly locked on his hand.

The supervisor quickly pulled his hand away from Haruki Yoshiyama's wrist, and flicked it a few times as if to prove his innocence, to show everyone that he didn't stuff anything into the young master's hand in the gap of just a few seconds. inside.

The tofu-like crispy skin of this wealthy little trash became red and swollen instantly after the supervisor's hand was withdrawn.

[…] Haruki Juyama and the system arrived speechless at the same time.

"You'd better stay away from me." Realizing that he was more brittle than tofu, Haruki took a step back and distanced himself from the supervisor.

This was originally a sentence full of disdain, but somehow it was said through the mouth of this shell, and it suddenly had a sense of arrogance and domineering.

——The buff activates.

Stay away from failure.

The tall young master suddenly stumbled in the process of retreating, and fell closer to the supervisor.

Amidst the wild laughter of the system, Haruki Yoshiyama who fell almost paralyzed: ...I will strangle the person who chooses the buff when I go back.

The supervisor instantly retracted his previous guess.

This little young master seemed to be out of his mind.

With the movement of his fall, the muzzles and eyes of the surrounding people who were already waiting to face him turned to him one after another.

The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took a few steps away from the young master who seemed to be out of his mind to draw a boundary.

"Since our principal is here, the negotiation can begin. Those of us who have nothing to do with the business will go outside first!" He was afraid of death without hesitation.

Following these words, the few people in the warehouse acted in unison and left the young master who seemed unable to do anything in the middle of the warehouse, and then quickly threw the pot to him as if he had rehearsed One ran away.

Haruki Yoshiyama, who was thrown in the middle with a sprained ankle and hadn't had time to stand up, was stunned to see the retreat like a stream of water, [... I understand, French orthodoxy is in Yokohama. 】

All the people related to his cheap family in the warehouse are gone except him now, not to mention his efficiency, even the people standing on both sides of the port Mafia were dumbfounded by the lightning retreat.

Standing in the middle, Akutagawa was silent for a moment, and then acted as if he didn't see it: "Oh, let's negotiate."

He was probably the only one there who, after all he had been through, remembered that he was here to negotiate.

"...Then find me a stool first." Jushan Haruki was stymied by his upright brain circuit for a long time, and finally said.

Don't you think it's strange that I'm suddenly resurrected, Akutagawa-kun? ? ?

Besides, even if he doesn't count his previous status in this world, he is still a representative of the family who came to negotiate.

What does it mean to sit on the ground?

- The main concrete floor is also really cool.

The Mafia members at the port left behind were stunned, as if they hadn't thought that the young master, who had only been recognized for a few days, would dare to order Master Akutagawa like this after all his own personnel had retreated.

How will Mr. Akutagawa deal with him... tear him up on the spot or make the whole family pay the price as in the original plan?

——Master Akutagawa turned around and moved a stool.

For the first time, he didn't use Rashomon if he could use his hands. Instead, he put the stool in front of that good-for-nothing young master, and let them go out.

The faint sense of oppression that had been coming from behind since entering the warehouse suddenly disappeared.

Haruki Jushan sat down on the stool with difficulty, and sighed in a broken state of mind.

He came to negotiate with the port of Mafia, entered a warehouse that was fully armed and even had snipers, and ended up with two wounds from head to toe that were done by his own people. What is this?

In order to save the little face he had left, he would not let the people he knew in the port Mafia know that Haruki Jushan, who is so heavenly, has now become a small piece of tofu that can be crushed at a pinch.

If you want to keep the people at the port Mafia from knowing about him, you can't let Osamu Dazai know, and if you don't want Osamu Dazai to know, you can't let Akutagawa speak out.But the problem now is that everyone knows that Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who is stubborn, will definitely tell Osamu Dazai when he goes back.

Counting on Akutagawa, who came to negotiate, to go back and say nothing is like counting on a rooster to lay eggs.

No... Jushan Haruki suddenly recalled it.

No matter how hard this family pulls, how could Akutagawa be allowed to negotiate?Where did Dazai die?Port Mafia no one coming?

If I don't come and skip shifts, Is it because all the work has been done by the Central Committee?Is this something that humans can do?

Forget it, if people can't do it, Osamu Dazai can do it.

But since Akutagawa is here, it means that at least Osamu Dazai is not in the port Mafia recently and he doesn't know where he went. In this case, it can be fooled for a while.

Haruki Jushan pondered for a while, and said confidently: "Why did Dazai ask you to come?"

As a negotiator, he said this with the aura of his boss.

Osamu Dazai is unreliable, and it is not a day or two. If he knows his existence and forgets to tell Akutagawa, it is a perfectly normal thing. Now he only hopes that Akutagawa will feel that this is an arrangement of Osamu Akutagawa. , so don't mention him to other people in the port Mafia when you go back, he still can't afford to lose that face.

Who knew that as soon as these words came out, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had a calm face, suddenly began to feel strange.

He raised the hem of his clothes without any wind for a while, and finally restrained himself from releasing the Rashomon, but gritted his teeth in a suppressed voice: "So this is also Mr. Dazai's game?"

Jushan Haruki: "...Huh?"

You ask me who am I asking?

[What's wrong with Osamu Dazai? 】He asked the system inexplicably, 【Didn't you say that this world has only passed three or four years? 】

God knows he's just habitually throwing the blame on Osamu Dazai, what happened to these two people where he didn't know.

If you want him to say that minors cannot join the Mafia, each one is true, and each one is more outrageous than the other. From top to bottom, the organization is full of traditional arts specially provided by the port Mafia.

But to ask him to explain, he didn't bother to explain.

Whatever happened to these two people, let them solve it by themselves, anyway, Osamu Dazai would not talk to Akutagawa properly.What could a little trash like him know?The little trash doesn't know anything.

After all, Haruki Iyama was just a wicked person, so he happily put the blame on Osamu Dazai, silently acquiescing to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's guess.

Akutagawa's complexion looked even worse, his hair that had transitioned from black to white fell sharply to the side of his face, like a row of sharp blades.

The war-leader successfully distorted the focus of the conflict from Akutagawa's negotiation with himself to Akutagawa's negotiation with Dazai Osamu, which perfectly solved the dilemma that he didn't know what he was going to talk about.

Those who solve the problem and raise the problem if they can't solve the problem, since they don't know what the negotiation is about, they might as well turn over the negotiation table.

So Haruki Juyama happily reached a consensus on Akutagawa's distorted face: "Then this negotiation is settled like this."

Then this little waste who was still on the ground a few minutes ago jumped up from the stool, and walked out of the warehouse briskly, his legs and feet were so neat that he didn't look like a person who just sprained his ankle.

It is not at all the shadow of the bad behavior before.

The strong Dou Zong was so terrifying that he recovered from his foot injury within a few minutes.

The system is amazed at the set of operations of this man-made misfortune.Jushan Haruki is simply a scumbag that can be recorded in history. He picked up other people's conflicts and then slipped away by himself, and announced the deal without even talking about it.

As for what was decided, it didn't know, and neither did Jushan Haruki.

Anyway, this person just walked out of the warehouse in such a grand manner, facing the shocked eyes of countless people, he went straight into the car he was in when he came in.

He just returned home unscathed, and lay back on his soft cloud-like bed, forgetting all the wicked things he did during the day.

But obviously, God will not let such a scumbag go.

Mafia should have had a harder time before Haruki Juyama was so wicked.

At three o'clock in the morning, Haruki Jushan, who was deeply asleep, was awakened by a small sound.

At the beginning, he didn't take this voice seriously. There are so many mission worlds, but there are not many extravagant identities.Although the buffs chosen by the Administration Bureau for him are very bad, but he can't hold back his status as a rich man with a good-looking face. Before he meets Osamu Dazai, an annoying person, Haruki Juyama decides to enjoy it as long as he can.

So after being woken up for the first time, he didn't care about the sound outside the window, but turned over and muttered a few words before returning to sleep.

He had just fallen asleep for a few minutes when the sound outside the window became louder.

The sound this time is more annoying than before. If the sound that woke him up just now was just a bit loud chewing sound, then now it is the sound of a sharp weapon throwing the ground.

Chunks of dust were lifted into the clearing and against the edge of the flower beds with a small but annoying rustling sound.

Jushan Qingshu vowed not to get up, turned over and buried her head in the quilt.

The sound outside the window became louder, and now there was a little sound of rubbing against tree bark. The leaves were being pushed and rattled, and the branches and leaves hit the iron rivets on the edge of the roof, making endless crashing sounds.

Haruki Jushan broke down and sat up from the bed covered with the quilt.

[System,] He violently woke up the system that was still dormant, [Can you block my hearing? 】

[Yes, yes...] The system struggled for a while, [But you are already awake, why don't you go out and have a look. 】

After all, Yokohama is a magical city where if you sprinkle a handful of beans on the street, maybe nine out of ten people you hit are supernatural beings.

Who knows if the person at the door might be a supernatural being.

[What if it's a superhuman? 】It thought for a while and said.

[Let's not talk about supernatural beings,] Jushan Haruki, a patient with severe sleep aura, spoke murderously, [Even if there is a strange shape outside, I don't dare to be interested. 】

[Don't,] The system thought about it, and said happily, [I'm interested if it's an alien. 】

There was the sound of porcelain being smashed outside the door.

Haruki Jushan sat in the middle of the bed speechlessly and yawned numbly.

The voice outside the window intensified, and even gradually developed into the posture of the demolition team. With difficulty, he threw himself back on the bed and rolled to the edge of the big bed, and then rolled out of the bed with his messy hair to draw the curtains.

The bird's beak that hangs the curtain cannot be moved, and a rich man like him has to get out of bed and pull it by himself.

As soon as the curtains were opened, everyone was startled.

[Now the thieves in Yokohama are already so exaggerated? 】Ju Shanqingshu woke up half of the sleepiness, 【Don't sleep in the middle of the night to search my garden? 】

In the garden outside the window, the well-planted flowers were looted, and the ground was covered with traces of being dug open by sharp claws. The flowers on the edge of the flower bed were not immune to this fate because of their different positions, and were all smashed on the ground. on the ground.

[Is this some treasure that the family buried underground? ] He looked in shock at the flower bed that had been dug almost three feet into the ground.

[Otherwise, who dug the flower bed like this? 】

[Think about the good,] the system comforted, [Maybe a dedicated comrade passed by your garden in the middle of the night and was bored, so I came to help you loosen the soil. 】

Haruki Jushan twitched the corners of his mouth, and decided to ignore the system's nonsense and go to see what was going on outside.

If it is a supernatural power user, it is simpler. According to his passive supernatural power, he can directly copy the opponent as soon as he activates the supernatural power.

He grabbed a windbreaker and draped it over his pajamas, and walked out of the room with sleepy eyes.

The mansion in the middle of the night has lost its splendor when it was brightly lit. I don’t know what the people who first built the house thought. Apart from blindly piling up those expensive decorations, they don’t like to open windows.

This caused the living room on the first floor to look bright during the day, but in fact it was dark to death most of the night.

Haruki Jushan went downstairs in such a dark environment, bumped into the handrail twice, almost sprained his ankle once, it was a new injury added to the old scar, and turned into a piece of scarred tofu.

[No,] he said irritably, [Is this shell made by the Administration or copied from a parallel world? 】

[Did you not balance the value when pinching?Where did the stats go by making the stamina and defense so low? 】

[Money. 】The system said quietly.

[Otherwise, how can you bump twice on the handrail of pear blossom wood pattern, sprain your foot once on the stairs with 24k Phnom Penh skirting board, and what you can't see from afar is a piece of luxurious carving with dim light. It is scary that there are master paintings that sell for sky-high prices at auction. 】

【……never mind. 】Ju Shanqingshu tried to calm down amidst the intensifying noise outside the door,【I don't get angry when others are angry, and when I get sick, there is no one to replace me. 】

Judging from the fragility of this shell, it is really hard for him not to suspect that if he gets too angry, he will also get sick.

He tried his best to calmly walk to the garden.

As he approached, the voices in the garden gradually became louder and louder, and even became more and more violent. Haruki Haruki took a deep breath and turned to look at the corner of the garden.

Then he saw a tiger.

A white tiger.

The remaining half of Jushan Haruki's drowsiness was also scared away.

"... Huh?" He made a puzzled voice.

[Yokohama's ecology is so good now? ] He asked, 【There are even wild tigers, which shocked my whole family. 】

The tiger, which was sharpening its claws on the big tree in the garden, was attracted by his voice.

Haruki Jushan didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at this time, he was still making jokes with the system.

In the next second, he felt that the field of vision in front of him was suddenly lowered, and everything that he could not see clearly just now suddenly became extremely clear, as if he had installed a night vision device in front of his eyes.

The distance of the garden, which was not clearly visible just now, is now clearly visible, and all the scenery seems to have passed through a filter, with a slight green glow.

He suddenly felt that the center of gravity of his entire body was extremely low.

The tiger who was walking towards him just now took a step back, let out a frightened growl, and then took a few steps back.

Haruki Jushan tentatively took a few steps forward.

His first instinct was to walk in a human way, so he tripped quickly.

Then he learned how a tiger walks without a teacher, and immediately followed suit.

This is a supernatural being, and now this tiger shape is his supernatural power.

That's why he turned into a tiger uncontrollably.

And when the tiger-shaped supernatural being saw him walking towards him, he took a few steps back in panic, then turned around and ran out of the garden.

Jushan Haruki subconsciously chased after him.

【No, why is he running? ] He complained to the system while chasing, 【Shouldn't he think I'm the same kind when he sees me? 】

Two identical white tigers passed through the quiet streets at three o'clock in the morning, and shuttled quickly between buildings and streets under the moonlight like water, almost turning into two white afterimages, one behind the other. Running through the streets at night.

Two tigers, run fast.