I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Tsk, supernatural criminal... What kind of cult's neurosis is it based on?!"

Hearing someone talk to each other, the two people who were so lonely, regardless of the monitoring equipment in the hallway, started talking with each other.

"Your Excellency, the Black Emperor, you should be the clearest. The three of us are different from the lunatics next door. We are normal people and shouldn't be locked up here at all!"

Among them, more deliberately wanted to tell the police officers who were standing outside the cell.

"Idiots are idiots! These ‘mad men’ in your eyes, before they come in, may be big people who have mastered the power beyond human beings and can crush you to death with a single finger..."

The man in the depths of the cell despised the two with a thorough tone.

"Puff... power beyond humans?! Guada Keita, have you stayed here for a long time, and become a lunatic just like them..."

"Have you forgotten, when the wind was released in the morning, how did these'big guys' in your mouth yell under our combination of "Charm Dance" and "Cloth Friction"? "

"Also, you have a mouthful of an idiot. It's because of the wound on your butt. Do you want to have sex with our brothers when you take a shower?"

Enraged by the other's arrogant attitude, the two brawny men lying on the railing roared one by one, exasperated.

In the cell at the other end, Keita Guada immediately lost his voice.

In this "Harajuku Underground Secret Criminal Office", the "nipple brothers" who have the same mind and normal IQ from the "Nippori Settlement Society" have an overwhelming advantage in fighting skills, number of people, and tacit understanding of cooperation. .

The agents responsible for 24-hour surveillance seem to deliberately want to test the "neurotic" responses, as long as they do not make excessively harmful or fatal actions, and most of the ordinary "body rubs" during air release or bathing. Is opening one eye and closing one eye.

As the only "normal person" here, Keita Tsuchiya, who came from the Sicilian Killing Club and self-proclaimed "Heir to the Black Emperor", became a lonely man after the gang died in Toshan Park. Difficulties, let alone contending with them.

For the above reasons, since these days, "Nipple Brothers", as the "uncrowned queen" in this underground criminal office, apart from the daily arduous routine arraignment, it can be said to be a domineering blessing and enjoy silky smoothness.

However, the two still protested every day in the name of "protection of human rights" and demanded to be transferred to ordinary prisons.

As we all know, the food conditions in Japanese prisons are good, living and entertainment facilities and medical facilities are relatively sound, there are birthday cakes for birthdays, flowers or pets can be allowed through applications, books, TV, and handmade soap can be made.

There are even many elderly people who have nowhere to live and lose the ability to live alone after retirement, deliberately committing some sneaky petty crimes in order to achieve the purpose of "free life" in prison and get a special person to accompany them.

Compared with a real large prison, although this underground criminal office has a single room and does not need to participate in daily labor, it lacks various entertainment facilities such as a library, TV, basketball, and fitness, and the intensity of regular arraignments is also considerable.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

Just as the three were quarreling, the heavy gate at the end of the corridor opened in response to the crisp sound of gears turning.

"Finally, are you planning to respond to our request?"

A police officer in uniform took the lead to enter the sight of the "Nipple Brothers".

"The last cell here is well ventilated, and it is clean without anyone living in it, so I am wronged that you are here for the time being..."

The police officer with a stern look on weekdays, like a hotel brother who is receiving guests, nodded and bowed, leading a man behind him, and walked along the corridor.

"Oh? Has the fish come in? It's time for fun again..."

Seeing a new inmate, the "nipple brother" squeezed his face against the fence and looked up the corridor.

"Something's wrong, these guys usually treat us, but they've never been so polite."

Even Keita Tsuchiya, who was diagonally across from the cell, came out with a "tactical probe" curiously.

"Hey, did this guy just fished out of the toilet?"

As the distance drew closer, a big breath of mixed alcohol, vomit and disinfectant came to my face.

"Hello..."

Following the police officer and appearing in the eyes of the three, was a blond man wearing only white boxer briefs and holding a newly-collared prison uniform in his hand.

"This tattoo area is not a joke..."

This tall man has dense black tattoos on his tangled body, except for the palms, soles of the feet, and above the neck.

"You said, could he be a high-achieving student in the Department of Architecture of the University of Tokyo, with the floor plan of the criminal agency hidden in his tattoo?"

"Then, next he will pull us in, use the markings on the tattoo to find the right bolt, use the air release time to determine the most correct escape route, and finally use Hooke's law to calculate the force point of the wall, with Let's break the wall and leave together..."

"Brother Nipples" glanced at each other and saw the sexual excitement in each other's eyes.

"Wow."

Just after the police officers walked through the cell where the three of them were, a smooth object, maintaining a high-speed rotation, stopped precisely in front of the man holding the prison uniform.

"This is... So that's it, is the'welcome ceremony' here in this style?"

Seeing the mellow object that is constantly rotating in front of him, which resembles love and some kind of human curve, and smells the alkaline fragrance that enters the nasal cavity, the man frowned slightly, resisting the urge to bend over and pick it up engraved in his genes. Without knowingly, he stepped over.

"Oh? I'm a little capable boy, he can actually resist the charm of my "Handmade Love Soap"..."

"Don't go in a hurry. Tell me, what did you commit to come in?"

Seeing this scene, the nipple brother who was lying on the railing was separated from the fence, stretched out a big hand full of curly hair to hold each other, and asked provocatively.

What they didn't notice was that Keita Tsuchiya, who was surveying his head in the other cell, turned pale for some reason, and shrank back.

"Hiccup... you ask me, what did you commit?"

Hearing the two people's questions, the drunken blond man stopped, and faced the two with slightly squinted eyes, twisted brows and slightly uncomfortable nostrils.

"Tsk, you tender chicken, what kind of unhappy expression is this?"

"Believe it or not, tonight's shower time will make you feel the smell of friction and fire..."

Looking at each other's stinky face, the two of them suddenly became furious, and they wished to hold this guy under their bodies and teach them well now.

"The details, I haven't figured it out myself..."

Reaching out and rubbing his sore temples, as if trying to remember, the blond man turned his face to the two as if giving up: "According to the police, it's probably a murder?"

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