The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

Home by their parents, go out to rely on friends.

A lonely orphan like He Hui has no family to rely on.

I came to a world that I was completely unfamiliar with, and I had no friends to rely on.

...In the end, I can only rely on myself!

The "miserable" He Hui directly asked "myself" for money.

Katsch:  …

"Ah!" The salesperson exclaimed in surprise, "You are twins!"

"Yes, this Carter is dead... Scher is the older brother, and I am the younger brother. My name is Kazuki."

...It's really hard to imitate Japanese English.

"That's it." While chatting, the salesperson had already started to pay the two of them, and counted the money together with the tobacco and the memory card He Hui chose.

"It's great to have brothers. We grew up together...By the way, it is said that twins have telepathy. Did you suddenly 'beep' and think about things together?"

"I'm sorry I'm talking too much, but sometimes my brother's ideas coincide with mine, ah...but my brother and I are not twins, we are three years apart."

The topic of "brothers and sisters" opened up the salesperson's chatter box, and she showed a more sincere expression than the formulaic smile at the beginning.

Of the two foreign friends in front of me, the elder brother Katersky is Russian, so the younger brother must also be Russian.Seriously, they look exactly alike.

According to the many twins she has seen, they were very similar when they were young, but they will gradually deviate from the "similarity" when they grow up. It is really rare to see such twins carved out of the same mold at the age of 20.

But the two are very easy to distinguish, at least the salesperson thinks so.

Let's not talk about clothes and hairstyles, just the appearance and temperament.

The colder one is the elder brother, and the sunny one is the younger brother.

After the account was settled, the salesperson reported the price to her brother—she heard him say that she didn't bring any money.Looking at a pack of cigarettes and a few cards, I guessed that the other party didn't need a bag, but the salesperson asked instead: "Do you need a bag?"

In fact, she was already ready to be rejected, and saw her brother stretching out his hand to show off.But after half a step closer to the cash register, the elder brother took out the card and handed it to her, and said, "A bag."

And after paying the bill and taking back the card, he took two steps back, glanced at his younger brother with cold green eyes, raised his jaw towards him, and moved a little forward in the direction of the cashier.

The meaning is obvious - "something

you take. "

Originally, he raised his right hand to show his younger brother who represented "different", but he raised his other left hand, and the two hands were separated and stopped at shoulder height-this is a gesture of surrender.

Obviously there was no sentence, but the salesperson had automatically dubbed them the sound in his heart.

It should be helpless and obedient, with a hint of rebuttal and lazy voice: "Yes, yes."

......

After walking out of the convenience store, with the night wind blowing in Yokohama, Katschi stuck his right hand out from the inner hem of his clothes—this seemed to be a pocket movement, but he was actually touching his gun.

Although it has "extraordinary abilities", generally speaking, weapons like guns are more deterrent.

If a powerful person with supernatural abilities enters the bank to rob, under the joint concealment of all countries, ordinary passers-by who regard "supernatural abilities" as urban legends will not know the seriousness of the situation at all.

And a gangster with a gun, no matter what his real body is, most people fear not the gangster himself, but the gun in the gangster's hand.

In the absence of a group of people behind the scene, a 20-year-old youth with empty hands suddenly "threats" you...

There is really no deterrent effect!

This is Japan, and not everyone recognizes Katschi's face.Those verbal threats are really not as effective as a gun.

But this man in front of me...

Katsch's wrist was already out of his pocket, and his fingers were hooked around the gun, but he was still thinking about whether to take the gun or not.

A gun is just a tool, and it doesn't need to be the latest model, as long as it is used smoothly.

Does this person who "looks" exactly like himself know his identity?

Even the purpose of coming to Yokohama has been mastered by him?

Coming to chase down a white bandit transporting drugs, there is nothing to hide.

The discord between "Red October" and "White Tsar" is well known in Russia. "Moscow Hotel" is the bullet of "Red October", and it is quite "natural" for those who chased and killed the white bandits.

Only a second or two passed in real time, and Katschi finally put down the gun, took his empty right hand out of his pocket, stretched it out towards Katschi, and glanced at the bag in the opponent's hand.

Another silent message.

"cigarette."

He Hui: ...

So you have to smoke as soon as you leave the convenience store, why do you want him to carry the bag instead? !

Taking out the white packaged Japanese Marlboro from the bag, He Hui weighed the almost weightless plastic bag and began to spin the bag in circles.

And Katschi over there skillfully opened the package.

After mouthing, put a cigarette in his mouth.He didn't mean to hide his supernatural power, a flash of fire appeared in the darkness, and finally turned into a small orange curve, burning on the cigarette butt.

Then, he shook the cigarette case, and a white cigarette jumped out from the opening. Katsch handed the cigarette case to the person who bumped into his face.

"or?"

He Hui: ...

How about you talk to him! ?

From the moment he started talking to the present, this "self" hasn't said a word to him!If he hadn't heard the conversation between "I" and the salesperson, He Hui would have suspected that "I" was dumb!

So He Hui, who was single, frowned and showed resistance.

"don't want."

The Russian youth in white casual clothes on the other side glanced at the "brother" on the other side, and directly brought his whole hand close to his mouth, and put his lips against the gap between his fingers, that is, the place where the cigarette was pinched, and took a puff of cigarette.

The sparks on the cigarette holder suddenly brightened a bit, advancing half a centimeter as if in a hurry, and then stopped abruptly.

With some hot smoke, it wandered around in the lungs along with the breath, and the white smoke floated out of the mouth again, drifting into the distance with the night wind in Yokohama.

Whoever speaks first wins.

On both sides of the question and answer, the person who asks the question often does not have the upper hand, because the information that the questioner has is destined to be less than or equal to the answerer—unless the question is asked knowingly.

But this time, Katschi didn't have the choice of knowingly asking.

He really didn't know anything about this "brother" who suddenly popped up and called him brother, and the exact same appearance was by no means accidental.

Is it a different ability, or a disguise?

What is certain is that the younger brother knows more about him than I know about him.

Oh, change a little.

He is not a "white bandit".

For Katschi, "white bandits" have a smell.

That indescribable corruption and disgust emanating from the soul.

Even their dead bodies are more pleasing to the eye and nose than when they were alive.

If it was a "white bandit", the moment I smelled him, whether he was in a convenience store two steps away in an alley or with unrelated personnel present, Katschi would have already treated him to a bullet.

There are twenty cigarettes in a pack, and one cigarette can be smoked for five to 10 minutes. According to psychological hints, when seeing the other party so leisurely and "ready to be talked to", people's desire to talk will gradually increase.

But this younger brother's endurance was much worse than he thought.

When she was about to finish smoking her first cigarette, that Bi Se

eyes——

Strange to say, if you look directly at the color tone, the hair color and eye color of the two are exactly the same.

But after staying in Moscow for a long time, Katschi's whole body was tainted by the cold wind and snow, and his pupils were cool-toned. At first glance, the color was like a green pine in the snow and ice, a cold green with a sense of coolness.

Not only the color, but among the micro-expressions of human beings, the eyes are the most reflective of emotions.

As a member of the "Moscow Hotel", it is the basic requirement to be as immobile as a mountain and not to reveal emotions.Even if many people don't say anything, their every move may directly reveal information.

Katsch as a successful scavenger (only people who remove obstacles), this is naturally excellent.

Except for the surprise from the bottom of his heart when he first met He Hui, he didn't reveal any corresponding emotions.

But now, Katschi, who induced He Hui to ask questions, glanced into the other's eyes.

This kind of invisible pressure of sight will make people have nowhere to hide.

If he escapes his sight, it means...

"Let's change places?"

He Hui made a movement of rubbing his arms, shaking his head to indicate the convenience store behind him and the street ahead.

The two of them were almost standing at the entrance of the convenience store, so they were in the way, right?

Katsch:  …

He didn't avoid his sight, and he spoke much faster than expected.

The sparks had already burned the cigarette butt, and Katschi loosened his fingers, and the cigarette butt that fell down by gravity was suddenly wrapped in a cluster of flames, and was completely reduced to ashes when it touched the ground.

Unlike Katschi who just said, who would deliberately hide his emotions, at least He Hui would not bother to hide his emotions under normal circumstances.

In Katschi's eyes, the young man with the same appearance didn't even frown, quietly waiting for his reply.

——He has no ability to hide himself, but the person in front of him is not surprising.

......

The two came to a dilapidated small park.

From entering this street, there are no more shining lights. Even with the faint moonlight in the sky, ordinary people can barely see the outline of the park equipment.

But the two youths, like nocturnal animals, each accurately found the only place where they could sit.

Katsch was standing in front of the armchair with one leg missing. If he controlled his strength well, he could sit down, but the Russian youth in light-colored clothes didn't want to get his clothes dirty, so he stood in front of the armchair and looked at. .....

The "brother" who sat on the wooden horse without any scruples.

Katschi, who has excellent night vision, can see clearly

Clearly, the little wooden horse is pink.

"I know you don't understand a lot, so I'll just tell you what I know." He Hui lowered his voice, "In this world, there are three people who all have exactly the same appearance, that is to say, everyone Two other people who both have the same appearance."

"When two of the three meet, the weaker one dies," he said with great earnestness.

Katsch:  …

This kind of story is similar to an urban legend...Combined with that little pink Trojan horse, it really can't be repeated.

The author has something to say: nonsense thoughts:

Originally, I saved the manuscript for three days (the time for saving the manuscript was changed to the wrong one...), thinking about seeing a doctor to make an appointment on the first day, pulling it out on the second day, recovering on the third day, and being alive and kicking on the fourth day La (^o^)/~

As it turns out, I was too naive o(╥﹏╥)o

It hurts to death ah ah ah (crying QAQ while clutching his cheek)

I only pulled out one, and after a week I had to remove the stitches to pull out the other ヽ(*.>Д<)o゜

Ah, I'm dead, the real AWSL... numb.jpg