Chapter 54: Dangerous situation? Dead situation? Living situation?
failed.
After the frogman put the blank record on the turntable, colorful notes visible to the naked eye popped out from the speaker of the [gramophone], drilling into Fujino's ears.
The moment the first note penetrated, Fujino's body became blurred and distorted, but then a circle of gray ripples emitted. The pleasant note was thrown to the wall on the other side without any resistance and disappeared.
"How could it be!"
The rocker kept turning, and the frogman repeatedly tried to contain it, but without exception, all those bouncing notes were strongly rejected by Fujino, who was in sorrow.
"This..." Hong Shi was speechless, "You've been bragging for a long time, and this is the result? You've also lost two years of your life."
"I tried my best..."
The frogman was also very depressed. Looking at Fujino, who was still holding his chin and exuding a melancholic temperament, he looked a bit like the hero from a beautiful love movie.
He was busy embellishing the opponent's face: "It is indeed a D-class humanoid grotesque. Although the power of the rules is completely restrained, and it is also brought into an absolutely sad state by [Gramophone], it still has the energy to resist..."
"You're here, what should we do now?"
After finally catching such an opportunity, Hong Shi didn't want to give up easily. At the same time, he began to take advantage of the fact that women can act recklessly at any time, "I don't care, even if you move, you have to move Fujino back to the headquarters."
"Yes, you are right! Otherwise,"
The frogman was inspired by Sequoia's words and suddenly raised his head, "Let's just move it."
This is what the frogmen planned - the D-level [Gramophone] won't work, and there's no need to count on the other E-level or lower weirdos in the black box.
Anyway, Fujino can't use the power of rules now, otherwise he might as well just use brute force.
"Thank you for being able to think of it..."
This method was so stupid that Hong Shi didn't want to deny it, "If it could really be done like this, someone would have done it long ago."
"No one has done it before, because no one with a grotesque human form is as honest as Fujino."
The frogman simply put it into practice and tried to hug Fujino's waist.
Fujino remained motionless.
In the next twenty minutes or so, the two people tried every means, but they were still unable to defeat Fujino.
At this time, the sound of a cane "clicking" came from the corridor, getting closer and closer.
After a while, it turned into the sound of stiff footsteps like Fujino's.
"It's Satomi's grandma..." Hongshan looked depressed, "If I had known I wouldn't have called you, it would have been useless."
"You can't say that. At least we tried it and we don't have to regret it in the future."
Perhaps it was because the punch that hit Fujino on the chin just now vented too much depression and unhappiness. Although he had lost two years of his life in vain, the frogman's mood did not become too bad, but he was worried about another one that was about to come.
An uninvited guest,
"By the way, tell me, Satomi's grandma won't deal with us, right?"
"Have you ever loan sharked? Have you forced anyone to death?"
"Not really."
"Then don't worry. Grandma is very kind-hearted. She has never killed a good person so far." Hong Shi looked at the door, "What should I do next? Can we only watch the show?"
"Looks like we need to step up our game."
The frogman turned around and walked to the giant black box again.
"You bastard," said Hong Shirt, who was so angry that he almost wanted to hit someone, "you have already taken out the things that are at the bottom of the box, and you are still hiding your secrets at this time?"
"Vicious tongue."
"Um?"
"How do you usually relieve stress?"
"Decompress?"
"That's right," the frogman opened a drawer and looked inside, "Don't tell me there's nothing wrong with you. If you don't have some mental illness in our profession, you wouldn't even dare to say you're a weird investigator."
"Why do you ask this when your life is at stake?"
"Just say it, just grant me a wish - I just saved your life for two years."
"That's your choice!" After saying that, Hong Shi still answered, "I raise parrots."
"Raising parrots?"
The frogman was stunned, "Does this elegant hobby help vent your emotions?"
"You will know how good it is if you spend an hour every morning and night with those birds that don't talk too neatly."
"Hahahahahaha, you really deserve to have a venomous tongue. That's how you got it..."
The frogman laughed, "Let me show you how I usually relieve stress."
He took out a pair of green gloves from the drawer,
"The rules of this glove are super low. It can only slightly increase strength and speed, but it's very exciting to hit people. I didn't expect that one day it could be used to fight monsters."
"I, XXX, come here to take care of the weirdos," Hong Shi said angrily, "Why did you bring such a useless thing here?"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."
The frogman puts on one glove and throws it to the red shirt's other one.
He assumed a boxer's stance towards Fujino, moving his shoulders side to side and hopping with his left and right feet alternately.
"Vicious tongue... Now that we have determined that Fujino cannot be contained, regrets are useless.
My two years of life can't be wasted, just think of it as buying a disposable human-shaped grotesque sandbag!
Remember, don’t hold anything back, just treat it as the last day of your life and let out all the grievances and anger we have had over the years!”
"Bang!"
The frogman kicked Fujino's right cheek. Then he threw out another punch, which was powerful and heavy, hitting Fujino's lower abdomen hard.
When Hong Shi looked at the ugly face of the frogman, he felt a hint of handsomeness in the irregular facial features. This was simply a rare highlight moment in the frogman's life.
"Okay, let's just enjoy the last pleasure."
Red Shirt put on his gloves and punched hard,
"Bang!"
Fujino's stomach shrank, he groaned, and his face turned pale.
"It hurts! But it feels so good..."
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Outside the basement, Gu Xing, who was watching the live broadcast, shivered and subconsciously shrank back.
The next moment, "Boom, boom, boom!"
There was a stiff knock on the door, just like when Fujino knocked on the door...
Fujino stood up numbly and appeared at the door of the room the next moment.
The door opened, and Satomi's grandma stood at the door with a smile: "Fujino-san, the loan you owe my company is due, please repay it."
At some point, a box suddenly appeared in Fujino's arms. He opened the box and found it was full of money. He handed it to Satomi's grandma: "The money is all here, including the interest. Count it."
The frogman watching the show in the room was surprised: "There is such an operation..."
"Let's wait and see." Red Shirt whispered.
Satomi's grandma took the box, and the moment she got it, there was only a small half of the money left in the box, probably less than five hundred thousand yen.
"Is that all?" Grandma said.
Seeing this situation, even though Fujino was expressionless and weird, he couldn't help but show a dumbfounded state.
"You see," Hong Shiro said with a sarcastic smile, "I have studied it, and the most powerful thing about Grandma Satomi's rules is that all the bad things you have done will be returned to you. She is simply the spokesperson of karma."
"Repaying debts is a matter of course."
Grandma Satomi's tone became exactly the same as when Fujino asked for debts, "Look at this contract, your name is written on it."
Grandma said that and raised her hand to close the door.
Fujino tried to stop him, but he raised his arm slightly, but couldn't move an inch.
"Boom!"
The door was slammed shut.
A huge wood chipper appeared in the room, and the huge roar almost shattered the room.
The corners of Fujino's mouth quirked up strangely.
The wood chipper stopped, like a hibernating bear in Hokkaido.
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