This is probably where the paintings are hidden, right? Touma thought as he also leaned on the sofa.
For a moment, the whole room was filled with only smoke rings and gasping sounds.
"Hello"
"What's wrong"
"You said that if a place turns everything into pieces of paper, and if you take out the things, they will turn back into things..."
"How could there be a place like this..."
"I said what if!? Ok? If there was such a place, would it be okay to pull out the person who turned into a piece of paper?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Why do you make me feel more and more creepy? It's like a horror story from the 1970s, about a ghost that turns people into paper..."
"I'm asking you about business, don't go off topic, brother! You smoked my cigarette!"
"Oh, probably not? After all, human beings are not the kind of machines that can be disassembled and reassembled to continue working perfectly in another place. But... who knows? You have to try it right.
wrong?"
"Well, does practice bring true knowledge? It's really...an ancient and simple truth."
"Huh? Are you Chinese? This sentence seems to have been said by a leader across the sea not far away a while ago."
"Tch...who knows? I'm done with it, go to bed, you can do whatever you want."
"Does practice bring true knowledge..."
"I lack samples..."
With this murmur, Harrou occupied Emiya Touma's bedroom.
He obviously felt like a fire was burning in his heart, but he still lay motionless in the room.
The blazing sunshine outside was like a sharp blade of judgment, and Haerrou knew very well what would happen if she went out now.
Being scorched by the sun, heating up, losing combat effectiveness, even if he is lucky enough not to be caught by the police, he will become weak from heatstroke. By then, Emiya Touma, who seems to be extremely docile and happy now, might be
Will his face change immediately?
Ah, who knows...
In short, you can't bet your fate on the actions of others. Those who rely on wishful thinking to do things will have died on the battlefield long ago, not to mention that there will be no hair left.
Japan is a nation whose habits of bullying and betrayal have been deeply ingrained into its culture. Even for thousands of years to come, Japan will remain restless as always.
"Comrades, you still need to be patient!" Haerrou sighed and touched her left hand thoughtfully. A long time passed without realizing it.
"Creak" and "bang" the door opened and closed. It was not until Emiya Touma's voice came in that Herrou put down the detonator in her hand.
"Her aunt is dead~!" Touma Emiya seemed to shudder when she spoke.
"Oh? Emiya is back? There seems to be something wrong with your voice? Huh?" Haierrou smiled and opened the window, getting ready to escape, and then used the Justice Step to aim at the direction of the sound. It can be said that
As long as Emiya's response is even slightly unreasonable, the .50 bullet with metallic hydrogen charge will tell him what justice means for all beings to be equal.
"Who asked you to turn on the air conditioner at such a low temperature? I almost froze to death when I came in from outside, ah!" Emiya said and even sneezed: "I bought beer, and there are two whole families.
Bucket, do you want something to eat?"
"Ah, wait a minute, I want to ask where you threw that thing that stuffed your mouth this morning." Heerrou weighed the gun in her hand and laughed. Even if Emiya went to report her, she would not say such shameful things.
Experience, right? If it's a special police officer or something pretending, he definitely can't answer it, right? Thinking like this, he even added disruptively: "If you find it, give it to me as soon as possible, I can be useful."
"Who would keep that thing!" Emiya's voice was extremely angry: "I threw it away a long time ago, all the smelly socks!"
Haerrou put away the justice rifle and detonator, closed the window, and came over with a smile on her face: "That's really a pity. Welcome back, Emiya Touma."
"Why do you suddenly ask about that thing? It's so disgusting!" Emiya, who was sitting at the table drinking beer, said in disgust.
"Ah, anyway, it's useful as long as it's useful, but it doesn't matter if it's gone, you can use something else instead~" Heerrou smiled, grabbed the beer can from Emiya's hand and drank it.
"Can't you open another bottle yourself! Why are you trying to rob me!?" Emiya rolled his eyes speechlessly, but Heerrou picked up the beer can in front of him and smashed it into his hand.
"No! Here you go! Unwrap it yourself!" Haerrou shrugged and said, "The stuff I stole tastes sweeter. I like it. Do you have any objections?"
"Tch! Robber!" Emiya muttered, but the beer was still open. After a heavy drink, he burped happily: "I mean, you are obviously indoors, right? Why do you turn on the air conditioner so low? Still
Don't you think it's strange to be wearing airtight clothes? I was almost freezing when I came in."
"Hey, I like it! No! Three hundred thousand, covering my room and board for this month, that's enough!" Haierrou said disdainfully, took out a large amount of money from behind and slapped it on the table.
"Who told you this? Don't you always think about solving problems with money and violence?" Emiya Touma sighed and whispered: "Obviously he looks pretty good."
"Ah? It can't be solved? Or do you think 300,000 is not enough?" Haierrou said, yawning as if she didn't care, and she looked harmless.
But if you really believe it and want to get more money, this guy will definitely take out the snap and ask again on the table if it is enough, right?
"Okay, I accept it." Emiya sighed and accepted the cash on the table, because he really didn't know what to say. When dealing with this guy, you can't escape violence with three sentences, and you can't escape money with ten sentences.
, it’s really naked coercion and inducement, but it’s a pity that it works: no one doesn’t love money, and no one is not afraid of death, right?
"That's pretty much it." Haierrou said, taking a portion of the family bucket, first taking a portion from the middle and the top and stuffing it into Emiya's mouth, and then she took it and ate it with peace of mind: "Speaking of which,
Do you have any enemies? The kind that you want him to die?"
"How is that possible! I am a law-abiding citizen, and the biggest conflict I encountered was just being robbed of two hundred yuan by a gangster!" Emiya Touma was so shocked that he almost vomited out half of what he had eaten: "You
What else do you want to do? Isn’t it killing someone?”
"Well! I don't know how to kill people or anything like that. I just have something to do and want to find someone to practice with. It's just a way to help you vent your anger, right? Don't be too surprised. I want to die and so on are just modifiers. Modifiers
Words!" Haierrou ate without caring and waved her left hand to express her denial.
If you don’t explain, the devil will know whether what you said is true or false! You looked like you didn’t care about human life before, so it’s reasonable to be suspicious no matter what. After seeing what she said, Emiya finally breathed a sigh of relief: “You’re not lying.
That would be great."
"Of course, do I need to lie to you?" Heerrou said disdainfully. After eating the last mouthful of food, she grabbed Emiya's half-drunk beer and drank it hard before continuing: "There are no enemies.
If so, gangsters can do it, or do you know where there are scum? Find one, I can help." 1
There's a ghost! That's a person, not an object! Emiya looked at Heerrou's serious expression speechlessly, and could only feel itchy with hatred while he was glad that Heerrou didn't target ordinary people, but was going to find scum.
trouble.
"Speak, don't be silent, otherwise I will have to use you to make ends meet!" Haierrou said this, and made a crackling sound with her fingers.
Seeing her like this, Emiya Touma, as a law-abiding ordinary person, could only try to recall the boasts of those unreliable pervert colleagues at the reception: "Tagami Town Kabuki Ichiban Street. There are many people there.
Scumbag? You probably just need to go in, talk to some random people and say you want to buy something good... you'll probably see real scumbags." 1
"Drug dealer? Xixi, that's a really good target." Haierrou straightened her appearance and stood up. She looked at the darkened sky outside and said, "It's time to let the scum here taste the iron fist of justice."
Got it!"
What a bastard of justice! You are a robber! Emiya, who had an extremely headache, rubbed his temples and said, "You're going to go in this outfit?"
"Is there a problem?" Haerrou raised her eyebrows.
"At least change into something more relaxed. Being so formal will be incompatible with the atmosphere there!"
"Really? That's really gratifying. You won't join those scumbags anymore."
"etc!"
"What's wrong! If it's still such a trivial matter, I promise to let you know what regret is!"
"Please be sure to take me with you! You promised!"
"Huh. Can I take back what I said?" Haerrou sighed and waved before Wei Gong could speak: "Forget it, let's go!" 2
"Is this the Kabuki Ichiban Street you're talking about?" Haierrou, who had been in a taxi for more than ten minutes, was full of dissatisfaction as soon as he got off the taxi.
She thought she would go to a very luxurious gold-selling shack full of wine, food, gambling and sexual innuendo, or a stinking ditch similar to the slums in the east city of Super Earth Mother Planet, but in the end.
"This is just a dilapidated and unremarkable ordinary old street, right? Are you kidding me?" Looking at the large number of low-rise Japanese-style buildings in front of her that were so decayed that they seemed to be about to collapse, Haierrou once again stared with dead fish eyes.
I got on Mr. Emiya next to me.
"Hey! I don't know either? I just heard someone else talking about this place." Emiya quickly explained and took out two lollipops bought on the road.
"Oh, he is such a reassuring good boy! You went to the convenience store on the way just to buy this thing?" Haierrou couldn't help but grabbed one and put it in front of her eyes and looked at it: "Popcam lollipop? Still?
It’s really a hobby that suits you.”
"That's a sign that you've received service. If you hold it in your mouth, no one will bother you! Well, that's probably it. I heard it from my colleagues." Emiya Touma's serious expression seemed very convincing,
It would be great if the last sentence could be omitted.