The vest cannot be collapsed

[Praise the General Administration. 】

Probably because of the setting of pre-transmission, after the program started, Haruki Jushan no longer felt any pain.The moment the scorching sun surrounded him, the transmission system of the headquarters began to automatically analyze the coordinates of the next world, and by the way, a cooling pack was attached to the system that was running data crazily.

The system was taken aback by the cooling pack: [What is this? 】

Jushan Haruki: 【Humanistic care of the General Administration. 】

system:? ? ?

[I'm not human,] the system continued to run the data speechlessly, and reminded by the way: [You are about to submit your identity, are you still chatting with me here? 】

It’s not that the General Administration can’t chat during the transmission process, it’s mainly because this mission is special. After the pre-transmission time is set, the General Administration reminds this world that it will be very dangerous to enter the identity for the first time. It is best to be prepared before entering.

[All right, all right,] Jushan Haruki rubbed his face, [Vote, I'm ready. 】

A whirlwind.

If it wasn't for this body that didn't eat this morning, Haruki Jushan would probably be able to spit it out by leaning on the wall.

He felt that he had just come out of the front-loading washing machine. The launch procedure in this world was like an astronaut selection contest. As soon as Haruki Jushan came in, he felt that his brain was almost shaken.

Jushan Haruki: [yue...]

[When I go out, I will complain to the General Administration about this transmission system. 】

He subconsciously supported his temple first, opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

【Um? ] Jushan Haruki looked around suspiciously, 【Isn't this Yokohama? 】

System: [Huh?Is it Yokohama? 】

Before he came in, he only knew that the world Haruki Juyama came to this time was the one he had been to before, but he didn't expect that something happened in Yokohama.

At the end of the busy street, the five black buildings in the distance are so conspicuous that they seem to show everyone the existence of Mafia at the port, probably because they haven't come out of the identity of being a ghost, and looked up to see the sun. In an instant, Jushan Haruki subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and only then realized that his current identity probably has nothing to do with ghosts.

After judging that this is Yokohama, Haruki Juyama’s first reaction was: [My Russian heritage! 】

What happened to Yokohama is not important, but his Russian heritage is more important.

System: 【... Would you like to ask how Yokohama is? 】

This man is full of Russian heritage.

【Okay, what about Yokohama...】 Haruki Juyama was as good as a follower, who knew that halfway through the sentence, his brain would be filled with crazy information that was one step behind.

The few seconds when he was chatting and farting with the system was probably the novice protection period set up by the General Administration to ease the transmission stun.

A bunch of messy information swirls in his mind, the world seems to come to his mind in another way, forcibly transforming and destroying the original structure of his brain.Turning, flipping, the perception of the world has entered a strange height during this period of time.

Haruki Jushan suffered a splitting headache.

A bunch of voices from nowhere began to whirl in his mind frantically.

Haruki Jushan was very sure that these voices did not come to his mind through his ears. If he wanted to say where they came from, it was probably the pedestrians coming and going on the street in front of him.

The voice came directly into his mind.

Jushan Haruki supported his head: 【What is this? 】

Without a systematic explanation, he seemed to have got the answer in his heart when he asked this sentence.

——This is the voice of the people who walked in front of him.

And his goal is to realize the option with the highest voice when the voices of these people are unified.

Just then, he heard a very familiar voice.

The familiar voice scolded the new employees of the detective agency for always using physics to do things, while rushing back to collect the files.

The eyes of Haruki Iyama, who was still being tormented by a bunch of magic sounds, instantly lit up, isn't this Kunikida!

He was thinking about where he was going, and now it was delivered to his door.

So his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground in an instant when Kunikida passed by him.

The result of the violent transmission method of the drum washing machine of the General Bureau is that Haruki Iyama is now pale and his limbs are weak. When he fell from the chair and ran towards Kunikida, Kunikida, who was rushing back to the detective agency, subconsciously Catch the boy who fell from the side.

Probably because his complexion was really bad, Kunikida picked him up after a brief moment of vigilance, and helped him to the chair by the side of the road again.

He looked like he was suffering from heat stroke, his face was pale and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose. After he put him on the chair and thanked him, he automatically collapsed into a ball of beautiful, flat and round cake on the chair.

This is a pedestrian street. Most of the pedestrians coming and going are white-collar workers at work. Occasionally, some people who go shopping pass by here, but everyone is in a hurry, and no one pays attention to what is happening in this corner.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida couldn't help asking, "I feel like you've got heat stroke."

[Have I changed my identity? 】Yayama Haruki frowned.

Kunikida doesn't know him?

This is indeed Yokohama. He thought that the things that appeared in his mind were copies of other people's abilities. There are all kinds of strange abilities in the world. It would not be surprising if there were such spiritual perceptions.

But now it seems that Kunikida doesn't know him at all.

That can only be a change of identity.

[Changed,] The system flipped through the information, [You entered a new identity, and after I entered this folder, the file was not merged with the previous one. This world seems to be different from the previous one. 】

Haruki Juyama:?

No wonder Kunikida didn't know him.

[You first tell me what identity I changed. ] Haruki Iyama asked the most important question first.

Psychopaths?

[Yokohama's highest will,] the system looked at the information and sighed, [You are not human, Haruki Iyama. 】

...Thanks, I'm used to it.

I don't know whose xp these strange identities of the General Administration belong to. Anyway, eight out of ten times, the mission identities are not human.

As the highest will formed by the aggregate will of all residents in Yokohama, he can hear the voices of all citizens in Yokohama. Under normal conditions, the highest will is in a state of absolute fairness and justice.

[Is that abnormal? 】Haruki Jushan couldn't hold back and asked.

[Not normal...] ​​The system scratched its head, [When there are two or more people present at the scene, once everyone present disagrees on the same matter, you will not be able to control your choice, and you will unconditionally favor the crowd with the highest voice. Options. 】

In other words, once a dispute occurs, he cannot easily intervene. Once he enters the scope of the dispute, he can only help the party occupying the upper hand.

And if he wants more than half of the people present to achieve the development he wants, he must manipulate public opinion and guide everyone to choose the option he wants.

This world is an urgent mission, if he fails once, maybe the world will be wiped out by him.

This is much more complicated than the world in which he performed missions before. It is still in Yokohama, a world full of riddlemen. If he wants to guide the development of the situation in the direction he wants, he has to deceive these riddlemen and at the same time let half of them accept what he said. desired option.

[System,] Jushan Haruki said with a serious tone, [Is the General Administration particularly short of riddlers? 】

system:?

【...Can't you be more friendly to my brain cells? 】Izuyama Haruki closed his eyes like a hopeless illiterate.

[Is it too late for me to say I quit now? 】

The system sympathized and said: [Everyone is here. 】

[Then change the question,] Haruki Yoshiyama curves to save the country, [Can these messy voices in my head be blocked? 】

The system tried it: [This is the passivity that comes with identity, and I can't do it either, why don't you try to ignore it? 】

Jushan Haruki: 【...If I can ignore it, I can still be like this. 】

There are a lot of people here, and now the messy voices are lingering in his mind, and they can't be blocked. There are more than 100 people on the street, and more than 100 voices are constantly changing their hearts like chanting sutras in their minds. It would be crazy for anyone to change it.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida, who supported the boy, was a little worried.

The pale boy hadn't moved since he helped him onto the stool. If he wasn't still breathing, he would have thought it was some kind of murder.

His conscience prevented him from leaving this young man who seemed to be in a bad situation here alone to return to the detective agency.

"Do you need me to call an emergency?" He took out his cell phone and asked.

Haruki Iyama managed to separate out Kunikida's voice from the mess of voices.

"No need," the pale boy on the chair barely opened his eyes to look at him, and then explained, "I'm a bit hypoglycemic, I didn't bring sugar with me when I went out today, and I just passed out accidentally."

"Hypoglycemia..." Kunikida touched his pocket subconsciously, only to realize that he didn't have the habit of taking sugar out of the house either.

"Then do you want to eat something now?" He looked around subconsciously, but couldn't find any restaurants or small shops.

This is an extremely empty pedestrian street, with some office buildings on both sides, and the places where vending machines should have been placed in the gap between buildings are all empty.Those companies would install vending machines on their floors, and over time, these vending machines on the street outside were not bought by anyone, so they were cleared away.

"No, no," the boy waved his hand, "Just help me to a place with fewer people."

Just this pedestrian street with few people is enough for him, if Kunikida really takes him to some crowded restaurant, then his head will really explode.

"I can't breathe well in crowded places," he said, looking even paler.

Is there... a lot of people here?Kunikida looked around.

Although this is a pedestrian street, people come and go, but there are not many people here, right?

What a weirdo.

However, this place is not far from the detective agency. If you are looking for a place with few people, the whirlpool cafe downstairs is a good choice.

He doesn't feel at ease if he leaves this pale young man alone in a place where there are few people. Why don't you take him to the Whirlpool Café first, and ask him after he has recovered enough sugar? other.

So Kunikida took him all the way to the coffee shop, ordered another cappuccino full of sugar before turning around in peace.

"Wait." The boy behind him suddenly stopped him.

"What's the matter?" For a sick person, especially a patient with red lips and white teeth and a good face, anyone would unconsciously lower their voice.

"May I ask, is this the Armed Detective Agency?" The boy pointed to the sign outside and blinked cautiously.

Kunikida nodded unconsciously.

"I have a commission." The boy said.

"But I have no money." He was confident.