Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

After dealing with Hibari Kyouya, the brown-haired youth left the area where Hibari Kyouya was,

He looked helplessly at the white coat that was torn off before he left, with an expression I knew well,

This group of guys didn't know what was wrong, they had to grab his clothes every time before he passed out, and if he wanted to leave, he would have to leave his clothes or simply tear them to pieces. His cloth was already very precious, and then Money is not so wasted.

The brown-haired young man returned to his room, changed into a new set of clothes, adjusted his appearance, put on his glasses, and returned to the control room after confirming that he was still in that image.

Then he directly turned on the broadcast to warn those who still want to make troubles to be quiet, and by the way, all the areas were directly sealed off and the inhalational sleeping gas was directly injected.

How can they be obedient if it is just a warning, so it is better to let them all sleep to be safer...

drip-drip-drip-

Ok?

The brown-haired young man looked at the communication request displayed on the screen, paused, thought for a while, turned on the monitoring and looked at the situation in each area, skipped the number x that obviously supported the spread of scars on his face, and looked straight at it. The number 100 with an abnormally sweet smile on the monitor face, and the number 510 who is lying on the bed gloomyly holding the sheet and holding back something... Finally, after skipping most of the guys who are not very cooperative at first glance , selected the number 590 who had not had time to fall asleep, and transferred him to his side through the device,

Bang!clang!

Metal chains were scattered all over the ground, and the silver-haired youth half-kneeled on the ground in some embarrassment. Long chains were fastened to his wrists, ankles, and even his neck.

The brown-haired youth didn't even stand up, he just bent down and picked up the chain that had fallen by his feet and pulled it, the silver-haired youth staggered over with his strength, then knelt down at his feet ,

"Well," the brown-haired young man checked the chains on his body. The undamaged chains made him a little satisfied, and the smile on his face was like the joy of a child when he found a satisfactory toy. "You are still obedient."

The production cost of these chains is very high, and this group of guys don't know how to feel distressed if they destroy one set.

The brown eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were stained with a smile, and his movements can be said to be much softer than when he treated Hibari Kyouya just now. He half-supported the silver-haired young man whose eyes were already a little confused so that he would not fall to the ground.

He looked at Hayato's face for a while, as if he was confirming something, then snapped his fingers to dim the lights. Against the backdrop of the scattered iron chains, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became eerie. Hayato's chin pointed his face at the communicator, switched it on,

"Sawada Tsunayoshi!" The shrill female voice was harsh, causing the brown-haired youth to lower the volume unintentionally, "What on earth are you willing to let go..."

The woman displayed on the communicator, who may be pretty in terms of ordinary people's aesthetics, suddenly stopped talking, and her face was distorted when she saw the picture in front of her.

"You!" When she saw the content on the screen clearly, it was difficult for her to even breathe. The silver-haired young man who was by her side was either stern and serious when facing the enemy, or looked like an idiot and pervert when facing her. Pulling his hair, he forcefully raised his head, his emerald eyes were moistened with water, he opened his mouth slightly to take a big breath, and was forced to raise his neck, trying to suck in fresh air, his consciousness was clearly lost.

"Hush," the brown-haired young man leaned back slightly, found a comfortable position and sat on the commander's chair, and pulled the messy-haired, confused-looking silver-haired young man back into his arms, with a childlike possessiveness, as if As if I’m just giving you a quick look while talking, put your index finger lightly in front of your lips, “Hush your voice, your voice is so ugly.”

"What do you want!" The woman opposite forcibly suppressed her anger and lowered her voice.

The brown-haired young man followed the somewhat messy silver hair of Hayato Gakuji, who was almost forcibly held in his arms, as if he was comforting his own cat, and he seemed to unintentionally lift the tail of the soft silver hair to reveal his neck. Then, as if he was bored, he grasped the hanging handle of Hayato Gokuji and played with his slender and beautiful fingers.

The same slender and strong hands held the now completely weak white fingers and put them on the thighs, pressing and rubbing from the delicate joints along the jade-like knuckles to the fingertips, secretly counting the thin fingers attached to them. Cocoon, looking down at the traces of rings that have been worn all year round on the root of each finger,

Well, number 590 seems to be able to play the piano. Would you like to find a piano when you have time?

"I should be the one asking you this sentence," the brown-haired youth's lips curved slightly carelessly despite thinking this way, "This is my last warning."

"Your most beloved man...well, guys," the brown-haired young man paused suspiciously, and added the word "men" strangely with his blocked eyes, "Now it's in my hands, if you If you dare to disturb me casually, or step into my star field without authorization..."

The brown-haired young man seemed to inadvertently touched the chain on Hayato's neck. In the next second, Hayato's body trembled unconsciously, his body curled up uncontrollably, and even his weak hands were unconsciously tensed. As if relying on the brown-haired youth,

"I'll just treat them..." The smile on the brown-haired young man's face deepened, his lips parted slightly, and the deep magnetic voice sounded like the whisper of a demon, "You're welcome."

drop--

Communication hangs up.

The brown-haired young man didn't want to hear the sharp voice when he ran away, he didn't want to see that distorted face, and he didn't want to hear her disgusting words.

The hostage is still in his hands,

I don't know where the mysterious self-confidence from the opposite side always comes to harass him.

Well, as for why you're being rude, you'll have to make up your own mind. Although you don't know what the other side has imagined, but you're obviously afraid every time...Why?

Forget it, anyway, the brain circuits of people outside are beyond his comprehension.

It's as if he still can't understand why he obviously dresses up according to the image of the number one Frankenstein on the list of "the most in line with the image of the legendary Dr. Sawada" that appeared on Starnet at some point, but when he appeared on In the outside world, no one is afraid of him. Instead, there are girls screaming that they want to follow him and be his experimental subjects.

Speaking of who designed the Frankenstein image, well, although he knew that the promotion was done by Peng Lie, to be precise, it was the woman who promoted it, but he doesn’t know where it came from in the first place.

As a result, even if he appeared outside with his original appearance, no one believed that he was the "Dr. Who wrote the introduction under the painting of the most terrifying and dangerous Frankenstein, Dr. Sawada? He didn’t even know that his white coat, which was obviously just made of ordinary cloth, had functions such as camouflage, defense, and storage space, which were obviously nonsense. ,

In this way, there are people who believe it, and it is so widely spread... What do people outside think?How strange.

The brown eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were a little puzzled, but they didn't care too much. Then they lowered their eyes and began to check the situation of Hayato Gujiji.

"It should be fine," the brown-haired young man stretched out his hand to check his pulse, and muttered in a low voice, "It's hard to find such an obedient one, so we can't break it."

The electric current just now should be very small. Although the original agreement also stated that they have the obligation to cooperate with him in acting, this is the first time that he forcibly performed this obligation in a semi-comatose state after he used drugs to hypnotize him, because Prison Temple Hayato didn't respond, so he had to stimulate it with an electric current...

Well, sure enough.

The brown-haired youth breathed a sigh of relief, the physical fitness of this group of guys is not bad,

But fortunately, among the people who didn't fall asleep just now, there was Hayato Gojiji, otherwise, if it was someone else, he was really worried that these guys would subconsciously resist when they were half asleep and half awake.

Then there is no deterrent effect on the opposite side.

The brown-haired young man glanced down at the prison temple Hayato who had passed out completely, pondered for a while, and decided not to send him back, but to stay and observe for a while.

The communicator next to the ear rang again, this time through various encrypted communications,

"How's the situation?" The brown-haired young man raised his hand and pressed the earphone next to his ear, lowered his voice, and let Gujiji Hayato half-lying and half-leaning on him, looking at the various flashing data on the screen while comforting him.

[Yes, I have successfully entered the opponent's temporary camp through the passage you calculated. 】

"Well, I have also scanned the map near you here." The brown-haired young man frowned, his brown eyes hidden under the lens were a little serious, "Be careful, don't get entangled with them, just complete our goal .”

"Yes, Dr. Sawada."

"I will be here to monitor your situation at any time," the brown-haired young man helped Hayato get up carefully, let the robot put a cushion behind him, and leaned back again,

Still so comfortable.

"I'll leave the rest to you," the brown-haired young man looked at the screen again. Just now, he had successfully hacked into the monitor over there and replaced the screen. On his side, the screen displayed a The very familiar masked youth is in the process of infiltrating,

"Bajir."