The vest cannot be collapsed

From the standpoint of the organization alone, Haruki Juyama is of course on the side of Oda Sakunosuke.

However, he himself is a chaotic neutral camp.

The so-called chaotic neutrality means that he is a fun person who is happy to see things become more uncontrollable, and will not take action to stop things after they get worse.

"I don't have any valuables on me," Oda Sakunosuke hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, he glanced at Haruki Iyama, who was confused, and said with a smile, "Do you look at me like I'm rich?" ?”

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"It's true that you don't have a lot of money," Ju Shanqingshu truthfully reflected the inner thoughts of the gangsters, "You can see that you don't have a single valuable accessory from top to bottom."

"The whole body is only a few thousand yen."

"Pants are a little wrinkled after washing."

"He's an adult, but he doesn't even wear a watch."

"What's in the bag? Growth milk? You still drink this?"

"Ah, that," Haruki Yoshiyama, who was repeating what the gangsters were saying vividly, suddenly paused, "I bought that one."

In the inevitable defection of the Supreme Will, he also very morally clarified the real owner of the box of growing milk for Oda Sakunosuke.

Even though he looks taller now.In fact, there is no need to continue to grow.

——He was simply taller than all the gangsters present.

And the innocent Oda Sakunosuke who was dissed from top to bottom: ...

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Although I know that Haruki Jushan is probably only reflecting the true inner thoughts of these people, but he is still inevitably connoted. What's going on?

Forget about the robbery, but it's a bit of a personal attack if you have to comment on his clothes up and down, right?

Are you polite?

Oda Sakunosuke didn't realize at all that the most impolite person here was Haruki Iyama who recited everyone's voice one by one.

"What do you mean?" While Jushan Haruki was still repeating what these people were thinking, one of the gangsters, who was holding a knife, responded first.

"What do you mean?" Jushan Haruki was puzzled, "Shouldn't you know what these words mean better than me?"

After all, all these things came out of these people's minds, and he was just repeating what these people were saying in the event of an inevitable defection.

"What do you mean by what you said!" The gangster with the knife was the first to react, and suddenly stepped back a few steps and said in horror: "Are you a supernatural person?!"

It's no secret that supernatural beings are in Yokohama, at least in Yokohama right now.

The thin, tall and frail young man in front of him calmly spoke out what was in the minds of all of them, even with a look of disapproval. He was even more terrifying than those supernatural beings who came up and beat them straight away.

Attacks can still be avoided, but what about the prying of consciousness?

——It is inevitable.

They shouldn't be here.

"You really shouldn't come here," Jushan Haruki thought for a while and suggested, "The people in this area are not rich, and they can't spend much money if they want to rob. Look at him, he can only give you money if he empties his wallet." A few thousand yen."

Oda Sakunosuke who was pulled out innocently blinked helplessly.

"If you want to go, you should also go to the rich area. The rich people there bring in and out of jewelry. It takes half a year to make a ticket, which is probably the best..." He thought for a while, probably calculating, "Take hundreds of Oda."

Unit of Count · Oda Sakunosuke: "...I'm rich too, okay?"

At least the salary of the Armed Detective Agency is definitely not low.

"You have to raise children," Ju Shanqingshu said earnestly, "I calculated hundreds of times after deducting your children's raising money, the money for their schooling, and daily expenses and task reimbursement."

"Fewer births and better births lead to a happy life." He concluded.

Oda Sakunosuke who raised fifteen children: ...

No wonder Jushan Haruki paused for a moment just now, so he calculated so much?

"No," Oda Sakunosuke was inexplicably taken away by Haruki Iyama, "I adopted them after the Longtou War."

How could he make it sound like he gave birth to it himself?

Don't make him look like he cheated the feelings of a bunch of ignorant girls!

"Yes," Jushan Haruki nodded, and truthfully conveyed the unified judgment in the minds of the terrified gangsters, "Scumbag."

And just when Oda Sakunosuke was helpless for this inexplicably harvested scumbag name, all the gangsters present at the same time felt a sense of fear from the heart after their consciousness was spied on.

How could he know what he was thinking?

What he just said was what he and his companions thought in their hearts?

The gangsters looked at each other in horror.

[Run quickly——]

Their brains were captured by Haruki Hayashi before they had this consciousness.

Then, the white-haired young man in front of him seemed to have seen the brain from top to bottom, and the memory was spread out evenly, allowing the controller of the consciousness to get whatever he wants in it, and use the fragments he wants to find at will.

All the things I have seen since I can remember have been dug out from the bottom of the memory box like a river, and then sorted and retrieved like an exhibition, marked and waiting for the organizer to use again.

Countless memories that they thought they had long forgotten flooded out, about the first robbery, the first time they picked up a knife, and the first time they entered the current organization as a peripheral thug.

And... for the first time, I saw the white god of death in port Mafia from a distance.

"Huh?" The white-haired young man who was flipping through his memory paused, looked at this very short clip carefully, and said thoughtfully, "It's Dun."

Did Osamu Dazai send Dunong to the port of Mafia?No wonder I borrowed the detective agency's intelligence network a few days ago and couldn't find any similar rumors about the "wounding white tiger wandering in the city".

Haruki Yoshiyama lost a cat.

Why did Osamu Dazai abduct the cute little tiger and exchange him for a Rashomon!

Can Akutagawa become a big cat!Can you masturbate?

He doesn't want to be surrounded by loudspeakers every day!Hello!

"'Dun'...who is it?" Inch thought vaguely in his mind after being flipped through his memory.

Doubts about belonging to a collection of wills.It was transmitted to his mind in a clearer way, so his next memory turned around and he began to frantically search for the part about "White Death".

It's a pity that his level is too low, and he is even one of the lowest existences in the organization attached to the port of Mafia. The only remarkable thing is that he has seen the "White Death" from afar.

"You..." What are you looking for?

Cuntou felt that his brain was about to burst under the constant impact of memory.

He seems to have stayed in those memories about the port of Mafia for a very long time, and even commented on the terrifying building in his memory.

——Osamu Dazai, you arranged so much firepower on the first floor, why didn't you just bring in a few tanks, anyway, now you seem to be about to establish a nation in Yokohama.

How about a deeper memory of Port Mafia?

The owner of this memory seems to be very different from other punks, he knows a lot about the port Mafia.

The High Will continued to descend upon his memory with interest.

Can't look any further!Can't look any further!

Inch Head screamed in his head as if being strangled by the neck.

Further down is -

The memory of how he once defected to port Mafia.

The controller of consciousness clicked his tongue twice at his hidden identity, and then dug down.

Port Mafia deals with traitors by kicking their jaws apart after grabbing them, and then cutting their hands backwards to make the defectors bite the steps.Then step on their backs and use a cock to hold the back of their heads.

The moment the cold gun barrel touched the back of his head, if the defector had touched the gun and was familiar with the standard bullets used in the port of Mafia, he might be able to judge where the bullet would come out of his head based on the position where the muzzle hit. .

Shoot three shots at the same location, and the defectors who haven't reacted may still hear the sound of bullets bursting out of their mouths and hitting the steps.

Some particularly perverted executioners may cross or bruise the bullets.Of course, doing so violates international conventions.

However, Port Mafia's process of dealing with traitors is fast and secretive, and no one outside the organization will get any traces of this execution.

In order to avoid such a fate, Cun Tou is even willing to rob with these low-level gangsters who can no longer be low-level after defecting, and is unwilling to flee abroad with the large sum of money obtained after the successful defection and spend time and money.

He needs to be more cautious, and wait until those big shots may have forgotten his existence, and then slowly wash this huge sum of money into a clear money that can be used at will.

But that's all.

He couldn't help but think of his fellow defector who was captured by the port Mafia, and he stood in the cargo hold not far away, watching him get his jaw broken, then bit the steps, and then——

"Where's the other person?" the cadre wearing a hat asked impatiently.

"Yo," the terrifying existence that kept digging his memory suddenly whistled when he saw this, "Zhongye."

It's great to see Nakahara still torturing each other with Mafia at the port and Osamu Dazai's grandson in this world of messed up relationships.

Although there is a high probability that Osamu Dazai is under torture...

Cunto no longer had the energy to think about why this person was so familiar with the port of Mafia.

The controller of consciousness read his memory, and then threw him aside like trash.

The aggregate of Yokohama's will has abandoned these ubiquitous, useless and low-level formations that endanger the direction of group consciousness.

Sure enough, are these robbers too low-level?After reviewing everyone's memories, Haruki Iyama was thoughtful.

It belongs to the same world in Yokohama, only this Bunny who defected from the port Mafia knows something, but there are deeper things, such as Dazai Osamu's usurpation, the current distribution of forces in the port Mafia, and some detailed internal organization information , he didn't know anything about it.

It was pure accident that he could see Zhong in his memory.

Sure enough, you can't get information by hitting luck.

Lucky S. Haruki Yamaha has no idea how lucky he is to run into port Mafia defectors just down the street.

"These people... what's the matter?" Oda Sakunosuke felt that it was only a split second, and all the gangsters who were terrified one second fell to the ground the next second.

"Ah... probably fainted from fright?" Haruki Jushan replied nonchalantly.

"Really?" Oda Sakunosuke couldn't tell.

He just suddenly felt a sense of crisis that he had never felt before, which was transmitted seamlessly just now, but the prediction of the unknown brought by the ability disappeared after a flash, as if this kind of intensity was so strong that his subconscious hairs stood on end. The pressure of terror is not heading towards him.

It just brushed past his side.

"Really." The new talented member of the detective agency blinked, showing a familiar expression.

"Otherwise, are you going to help them up?" Jushan Haruki innocently said.

"That's not enough." Oda Sakunosuke didn't have such overflowing sympathy, "I still have to go to the store."

He still has fifteen children waiting for him to go back, so he has no time to do unnecessary charity here.

——But if he put down the two big bags of food in his hand to help these bastards, maybe he would find that these frightened bastards were still warm.

But they all stopped beating.