I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Tsk, supernatural criminals... just rely on these cult insanity?!"

Hearing someone talk to each other, the two were so lonely that they didn't care about the monitoring equipment in the corridor and started talking to 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 intentionally wanted to say to the police officers standing outside the cell.

"Idiots are idiots! These 'lunatics' in your eyes, before they came in, might have mastered power beyond human beings, and could crush you to death with one finger..."

The man in the depths of the cell, with a penetrating tone, despised the two of them with disdain.

"Pfft... Power beyond human?! Keita Guada, have you stayed here for a long time, and you have become a lunatic like them..."

"Have you forgotten how these 'big shots' you mentioned screamed loudly under the combination of our "Dance of Enchantment" and "Friction" during the morning release? "

"Also, you are talking about 'idiots'. The wound on your butt has healed. Do you want to have sex with our brothers again while taking a bath?"

Enraged by the other party's arrogant attitude, the two strong men lying on the railing roared angrily with one sentence each.

In the cell at the other end, Keita Guadata immediately fell silent.

In this "Harajuku Underground Secret Criminal Office", the "Nippori Brothers" from the "Nippori Solution Club" have a common heart and a normal IQ, and they have an overwhelming advantage in terms of fighting skills, numbers of people, and tacit cooperation. .

And those detectives who are in charge of 24-hour surveillance seem to want to test the reactions of those "nervous" on purpose. It is with eyes open and eyes closed.

As the only "normal person" here, Keita Tsuchiya, who came from the Sicilian Homicide Co., Ltd. and claimed to be the "Heir to the Black Emperor", became a loner after the gang died in Toyama Park. Difficult, let alone contend with them.

Based on the above reasons, during these days, as the "Uncrowned King \u0026amp; Queen" in this underground prison, "Brother Nipples" can be said to be domineering and enjoy silky smoothness in addition to the daily difficult routine interrogation. .

However, the two are still protesting every day in the name of "protecting human rights", demanding to be transferred to an ordinary prison.

As we all know, the food conditions in Japanese prisons are good, and the living and entertainment facilities and medical facilities are relatively sound. There are birthday cakes for birthdays, flowers or pets, reading books, TV, and making handmade soaps are allowed upon application.

There are even many old people who have nowhere to live after retirement and have lost the ability to live alone. They deliberately commit some sneaky and petty crimes in order to achieve the purpose of "living free" in prisons and getting escorted by special personnel.

Compared with a real large prison, although this underground prison 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 interrogation is quite large.

"Kach...Kach..."

Just as the three of them were bickering, the heavy gate at the end of the corridor opened amidst the crisp sound of gears turning.

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

A police officer in uniform came into the sight of "Brother Nipples" first.

"The last cell here is better ventilated, and I haven't lived in it. It's very clean, so I'm wronging you to stay here temporarily..."

The normally stern police officer, like a hotel kid who receives guests, nods and bows, leading a man behind him along the corridor.

"Oh? Is there a tender chicken (Fish) coming in? It's time to have fun again..."

Finding a new inmate, "Brother Nipples" squeezed his face against the fence and looked towards the corridor.

"It's not right, these guys have never been so polite to us."

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

"Tsk, did this guy just get out of the toilet?"

As the distance drew closer, a large smell of mixed alcohol, vomit and disinfectant came to the face.

"Hey..."

Following behind the policeman and appearing in the eyes of the three was a blond man wearing only white boxers and holding a prison uniform with a rigid collar in his hand.

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

This tall man, with his muscular body, was covered with dense black tattoos except for the palms, soles, and neck.

"You said, could he be a top student in the Department of Architecture at the University of Tokyo, and the tattoo on his body hides the floor plan of this prison?"

"Then, next, he will pull us into the gang, use the marks on the tattoo to find suitable bolts, use the time of venting to determine the most correct escape route, and finally use Hooke's law to calculate the stress point of the wall, with Let's break through the wall and leave together..."

The "Nipple Brothers" looked at each other, and they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

"Whoosh."

Just after the police officer walked past the cell where the three 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 the case, is the 'welcome ceremony' here in this style?"

Looking at the round object that was constantly rotating in front of him, like a love heart or some kind of human body curve, and smelling the alkali fragrance in his nostrils, the man frowned slightly, resisting the urge engraved in his genes to bend down to pick it up. Tsukuru walked over without knowing.

"Oh? You have some skills, boy, you can resist the charm of my 'handmade love soap'..."

"Don't rush away, tell me, what happened to come in?"

Seeing this scene, the nipple brothers who were lying on the railing stretched out their big curly hands to hold each other through the fence, and asked provocatively.

What they didn't notice was that Keita Tsuchiya, who was poking around in the cell on the other side, turned pale for some reason, and shrank back.

"Hi'er... you ask me, what happened?"

Hearing the two people's questions, the blond man who smelled of alcohol stopped, and turned to them with slightly narrowed eyes, distorted brows, and slightly displeased 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 taste of friction and fire..."

Seeing each other's stinky face, the two of them flew into a rage, wishing they could hold this guy down and teach them a good lesson now.

"I haven't figured out the details myself..."

Stretching out his hands and rubbing his sore temples, as if trying to remember, the blond man turned his face to the two of them as if giving up: "According to the police, it was probably murder?"