Playing house in the anime world

Taking advantage of the night, Gui Deng took Curacao away.

"Is it time to take a break? The capture of Curacao has completely changed our plans." Hagiwara Kenji scratched his head. They had wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of the Black Organization, but because they were busy capturing Curacao, this plan was abandoned.

"Leaving one Curacao for Zero should be enough, right?" Zhu Fujingguang touched Gojo Aiko's head. He knew that everyone was full of malice towards the Black Organization because of his own experience, and they often talked about helping him to take revenge.

But revenge to this extent was enough, he didn't want everyone's hands to be stained with blood, even if it was the blood of evil people.

Gojo Aiko thought about it and decided that if that was the case, they should change the way they fought.

"Is Curacao's phone still there? Let's find a place and use her phone to have a conversation with the Black Organization."

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes lit up. This was a great idea!

Because they were afraid that there might be a locator in Curacao's phone, they were very cautious. After removing the SIM card, Jinpei Matsuda also disassembled the phone. He only felt relieved after making sure that there was no locator or anything like that inside.

But once she starts using her phone to send messages to the Black Organization, who knows if the organization will detect the signal?

So they'd better choose a place that is convenient for hiding before teasing the Black Organization.

"What should we say in our opening remarks?" Chiba Erzhiyu felt that they should have an explosive opening remark, preferably one that could scare the Black Organization.

"Your death is approaching..." Hagiwara Kenji said in a gloomy tone, "How is it? Does it feel oppressive?"

"Why don't we just wish the Black Organization's boss a quick death and a rebirth?"

"I think it would be nice to invite him to meet me in hell!"

After a lot of discussion, a few people finally decided that they must maintain a sarcastic attitude when chatting with the Black Organization, and always keep in mind the principle of pissing off one person at a time.

Then everyone looked at the map for a long time and finally decided to climb Mount Fuji.

Chatting with the Black Organization on Mount Fuji is so romantic!

The candidates for climbing Mount Fuji were soon chosen. Chiba Ninoyu had to go back to be Suzuki Sonoko's bodyguard, so he would not go.

Caesar had just ordered a batch of ammunition from the Black Organization, and he was not going either, but he translated everything everyone wanted to say into Italian in advance.

If you need any translation, you can contact him directly via mobile phone.

Kakyoin Noriaki said that Furuya Rei had finished the meeting, and after that, the code members would form a team and act together. As a newcomer without a code name, he naturally could not follow them, so he would have some free time next.

In that case, I might as well come over and join them.

Others joined in climbing Mt.

They searched for travel guides online in advance and found several places with signal that tourists often visit.

The best way to disguise yourself is to blend in with the tourists visiting Mount Fuji.

So they signed up for a tour group and went hiking happily.

……

Hell, Yama Hall.

Gui Deng carried Curacao all the way and kicked open the door of the courtroom in the shocked eyes of passers-by.

King Yama, who was in there righteously and menacingly passing judgment on the dead, was startled.

Before he could react, the deceased in front of him took advantage of everyone's distraction and turned around and ran away!

"I don't want to go to hell! I'm going to hell for drinking a little? What's hell? I won't go there!"

The arrogant dead man ran all the way towards the gate, and was then hit into the wall by Gui Deng's mace.

Several jailers hurried over, thanked him and escorted the deceased to the next courtroom.

"Really?! He was clearly drunk and harassed passers-by and beat up a homeless man, yet he refuses to admit his guilt!" King Yama cursed and expressed his grievance.

"My lord, I have found a good helper." Gui Deng looked calm. It was very easy to encounter such a situation during the trial. Some of the deceased refused to plead guilty and even tried to escape. Usually, assistant officers or jailers were needed to help at this time.

"Oh? Did you bring Aiko-san here?!" King Yama looked expectant. He was a person who loved children very much and usually liked to talk to others about his grandchildren, so he had been looking forward to meeting Gojo Aiko.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Gui Deng brought Curacao over and took off the blindfold on her eyes. "My daughter is on vacation. Why should I work? Work should go to hell!"

King Yama shrank his neck. Work has indeed been unusually busy recently, and everyone in the entire hell is in a depressed mood.

There are also many people who become extremely irritable like Gui Deng.

But everyone has to hurry up and work, because if these things are not dealt with now, it will be even more difficult when the work piles up later.

Curacao had been trying hard to listen, but she had been unable to hear anything since half an hour ago.

Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her mouth was sealed with tape, and she could inexplicably no longer hear anything. If she hadn't been able to feel that someone was carrying her and walking, the feeling of being deprived of her five senses would have driven her crazy.

She could hear the sounds now and her blindfold had been taken off, but she was dumbfounded by the scene in front of her.

On a platform taller than a human, a tall and strong man was sitting behind the table. No, this man was not just a strong man, he was a giant!

Is there really anyone in the world who can be so tall? He is several times taller than a normal person!

"Who is this helper?" King Yama stared at Curacao for a while and found that she was still alive.

"It is said that Ye Jitou has the ability of photographic memory. He should be very happy." Gui Deng waved to the jailer next to him to call Ye Jitou, the director of the record department.

The Records Department is where the life of the king is recorded, and all of them are recorded in handwritten form. Just imagine that all the experiences of a person from birth to death have to be written down in handwritten form. This will be a huge workload. Therefore, the Records Department is the department with the greatest mental stress and the most terrifying one in the entire region.

The director of the Records Department, Ye Jitou, is a bald ghost. People in the Records Department often go crazy while working because the work pressure is too great.

"That would be a good helper indeed." King Yama looked envious. When would someone come to help him with his work?

Seeing that Curacao's eyes were becoming more and more confused, Gui Deng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have to explain the current situation to her.

So he tore off the tape on Curacao's mouth and showed a kind smile: "Welcome to hell."