Bizarre beater

A tall man in black with a blindfold opened the door. His imposing manner was astonishing, and he looked very unfriendly.

Party B Yunhe blurted out: "Does your family sell fish?"

Gojo Satoru:?

"My family is the Yusan family, what is yours?"

"Delivery."

Yujin Yuzhang, who was still tied to the chair: "You..."

It all looks a little outrageous.

"What takeaway?"

Mr. Wujo, who has a clear understanding of his interpersonal relationship, doubts that someone will order takeaway for him.

"A document." Party B Yunhe opened the document bag in front of the two of them, and read it from the first line without emotion.

"According to the "Laws of Spells", those who have failed to rescue those who devoured the cursed objects or who are parasitized by the cursed objects and pose a high threat to society need to be treated harmlessly..."

While his expression was numb, he thought in his heart: There is something about this "Law of Spells", and it should be treated harmlessly... Killing people is the same as burying wild boars.

And there are even curses, curse objects, and conjurers...

Isn't that dealing with ghosts?

No, I can no longer accept orders from here in the future.

Wujo Wu: "Okay, don't read it."

He got a headache listening to it.

Damn, knowing that he wouldn't listen to this kind of thing, he even sent someone to torture his ears.

Party B Yunhe paused, and said: "Party A needs it, please bear with me, I will read it quickly."

Gojo Satoru: "What Party A gives you, I will give twice."

Party B closed his mouth and handed him the document: "I don't know how much, just give it as you like, mainly because I don't like this thing either."

A taste of capitalist hypocrisy.

It also smells like feudal dross.

Gojo Satoru put the document on the lap of the pink-haired boy who was still tied up, and said, "Just wait a minute."

Then this gentleman who does not sell fish and is full of local tyrants walked over curiously...

Touched any door of Party B's Yunhe.

It is known that the arbitrary door is 1.9 meters high and the side of the door is 5cm thick. Question: Need to look down to see how tall Gojo Satoru is?

Mr. Yunhe, who is 1.77 meters tall, refused to answer the question.

Gojo Satoru looked outside, because this door was only for single use, so he only saw a void and distorted space.

Seeing him with six eyes made him a little dizzy.

"Whoa - what type of ability is this? Are doors real?"

Mr. Gojo, who was very curious, broke the door with force, and then took the fallen door and leaned against the wall that had become a wall covered with talisman papers, smiling innocently.

Party B Yunhe:! ! !

Boss—what kind of bean curd dregs project is this?Can I go back?

【...It's being repaired. 】

Thinking that no one would be cruel enough to attack any door, the system that set the appearance very plainly recycled the materials in Gojo Satoru's hands indifferently.

Then, a data flow arbitrary door was built for Party B Yunhe, that is, a Two-dimensional virtual door—only the data produced by the system can be used and touched.

Gojo Satoru generously gave people extra money to repair the door.

However, none of the money went into the account of Party B Yunhe.

[The funds will be used for data maintenance. As an employee, you must protect the company’s property and refuse kickbacks and private transactions related to work. This time, it is only a warning. If you commit another crime, your performance will be deducted. 】

he:"……"

Well, as expected of the boss.

A dignified system is actually marinated by capital.

Fall!shameful!

The system ignored him and remained coldly silent.

After figuring out that the gentleman who knocked down the door was actually a teacher of a higher education institution, and the pink-haired student was about to enter school, Mr. Party B sincerely said to the young man: "Students, it is common to encounter unreliable teachers. Just work hard on your own."

Then opened the Two-dimensional door and left.

The third order is also in Tokyo, but in the urban area.

The business scope of the new job is the Tokyo metropolitan area, including Yokohama and Tokyo.

Anyway, he doesn't need to take the tram or run around on the street, the bigger the range, the bigger it is.

After receiving the food, he walked towards the Ferris wheel.

Party A's request this time is also very strange...

Ask him to take the takeaway and ride the Ferris wheel with the acceptance object.

"To be honest, I didn't think that the first time I rode a Ferris wheel was with the police."

The takeaway boy hugged the takeaway box and sighed slightly.

And the black-haired, curly-haired, slightly ruffian Mr. Police also sighed: "This is the third year, I don't understand why he hasn't been caught yet, and he is still updating his equipment. If Not being provoked, I should have come with my girlfriend right now."

"Who wasn't caught?"

"The person who entrusted you." Matsuda Jinhei looked at this unusual-looking takeaway guy, "Is there any danger in your company not checking before sending someone to deliver the food?"

The takeaway boy was incredulous: "Why do you want to check this kind of thing? In case Party A just wants to give people some surprises, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I dismantle it?"

He's just a delivery man!

"If I said what you're holding is a bomb, would you hand it to me and leave?"

The inmate seemed pretty sure the delivery man would insist on going on the Ferris wheel with him.

This was something that Matsuda Jinpinga couldn't understand at first.

He now feels that this food delivery person is also very suspicious.

"Party A asked me to go up with others." Party B Yunhe couldn't help complaining, "I sent three orders today, and two of them were bombs. It's a bit outrageous."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Somewhat outrageous.

What kind of food delivery platform are you?

The time required was getting closer and closer, and the two waited for the empty Ferris wheel to land on the number 72 requested by the other party, then went in and sat down, and continued to chat.

"The first time you rode a Ferris wheel was with the police, so is it the first time you rode a police car with the police?"

Matsuda Jinping waited for the prisoner's next prompt, testing the prisoner casually.

"I'm not interested in this." Party B Yunhe's tone was also quite humorous, "But last month, I took a military and police helicopter, and the sound was too noisy."

Officer Matsuda: "It's really noisy, so it's very comfortable in the search department, and you can find a girlfriend."

After confirming that the other party was not a dangerous person, he opened the takeaway in front of people, and took out a bomb and a note from it.

The note said, let him choose the lives of more people, or the lives of him and the delivery boy.

Party B Yunhe: "Hehe."

The trolley problem, huh?

Assuming that there is only the policeman on the Ferris wheel, the other party will probably choose to sacrifice himself, but if there are unrelated people involved, the policeman will suffer greater psychological torture.

It can be said to be full of malice.

But neither of them meant to be afraid or embarrassing.

"Other people will naturally be rescued by others, but I only need 3 minutes for this kind of bomb..."

The time on the bomb display jumped from 4 minutes to 3 seconds.

The prisoner, who has been fighting wits and courage with the police for three years, has been deeply blackened, and it was decided from the beginning that both of them would be bombed.

Matsuda Jinpei's smile disappeared immediately, thinking that 3 seconds would be enough for him to apologize to someone.

But 3 seconds is enough for Party B, Yunhe, to do a lot of things.

In the first second, he smashed the glass window of the Ferris wheel with one punch.

In the second, he threw the entire bomb into the sky at the first cosmic speed.

In the third second, he and Mr. Police probed together to watch the explosion in the sky.

Because the distance was too far and it was daytime, they could only vaguely see a little Mars.

At this moment, Mr. Tosi, who is happy because he has newly purchased a one-time teammate, is still working at home.

After drinking his coffee, he opened a certain interface and found that there was no network information output next door.

The neighbor probably went to work, which made him a little uneasy who didn't know the other's new occupation.

If possible, he really hoped that he would pay to support the other party, so that the other party would stay at home honestly, love to play games and games, love to chase after fans, and just cook and have nothing to do.

As long as it doesn't mess up his plan, he's willing to pay for it.

Fyodor sighed deeply, ready to see what the other party was doing now.

The actions of Party B Yunhe are easy to monitor—he never puts on a disguise when he goes out, and he can be found by invading public surveillance directly.

On Japan's largest Ferris wheel, only two people sit on it.

His neighbor, and a black-haired young man.