Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

I remember it was called——

"Senior Futaba, have you dated your sister before?"

Nan Mengya looked at the 25-year-old young man in front of him and asked.

"En." Futaba nodded, and then glanced at An Yi who was standing beside Nan Mengya.

how to say...

Even though he was a junior, he always felt that there was a kind of aura in An Yi's plain eyes, which suppressed him severely, making him a bit uncomfortable to talk about.

But he quickly shook his head: "We were indeed dating at the time."

"Then Futaba-senpai should know about my sister being bullied in the chorus club, right?"

Oh?

Listening to Nan Mengya's words beside her, An Yi showed a somewhat surprised expression.

It seems that during his deep sleep, Nan Mengya has found several graduates from the chorus club that was at the same time as Nan Xiangnai, and learned about Nan Xiangnai's bullying.

"I have heard similar rumors, but I have never witnessed the scene." Futaba paused: "No one will admit that they bully others."

Admitting that he bullied others also caused the bullied person to commit suicide.

Such a person will also be regarded as an outlier by others in later life.

"...Yes." Nan Mengya was silent again.

Nan Xiangnao's death was a past that she had never been able to face directly. When it really came to this kind of time, she flinched a bit.

But Nan Mengya froze for a moment, then looked over her shoulder.

An Yi reached out and patted her shoulder, and nodded to her calmly.

He still didn't speak, but his steady gaze seemed to give him a lot of courage.

Nan Mengya finally spoke, her usual lazy gaze concentrated, and her voice was lowered: "But my sister committed suicide because of bullying, didn't she?"

Futaba looked at Nan Mengya in such a state, was silent for a while, and then said: "No, the police also said that it was just an accident."

"...Really...?" Nan Mengya lowered her head, she was really unwilling to get this result.

She has a bad relationship with her sister.

To be precise, it was my sister who deliberately neglected her.

But even so, when she was a child, Nan Mengya looked forward to her sister very much, and expressed that she wanted to join the chorus club of Guitai High School like her sister Nan Xiangnai.

It was just an accident...

Nan Xiangnao...my sister's life was summed up in such an understatement.

Even my sister's ex-boyfriend replied in the same way.

She bit her lower lip, and the palm of her hand holding the black and white two-color puzzle ring was trembling.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness surged from my heart.

She could not accept the result.

"Is that really an accident?"

Suddenly, a calm voice came.

"...Huh?" Nan Mengya looked up, just in time to see An Yi's straight back.

"What do you want to say...?" Senior Futaba frowned, and looked at An Yi who suddenly spoke in front of him.

"It's just a hypothesis." An Yi's eyes were calm: "In order to protect the reputation of the chorus, as the president of the chorus, it's normal for you to shelter bullies."

Then he held out a finger:

"Taking a step back, as the president of the chorus, you saw the scene of bullying but didn't say anything. Is this a normal thing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Senior Futaba looked at An Yi, with a bit of impatience and helplessness in his tone: "Xiano's death was just an accident."

"A1478 polygraph."

An Yi ignored Senior Futaba, and just took out from his pocket an item that was constantly flashing red like a small pager.

"It's a little gadget that tests whether someone is lying," he explained.

Nan Mengya's eyes sparkled again.

"Hey... Is it just a farce after all... I'm sorry, I have no obligation to accompany you to continue the nonsense?" Futaba sighed, stood up, stood up from the coffee chair, and planned to leave.

But soon, he felt a huge force coming from his shoulder.

Futaba raised her head in horror.

It was only then that An Yi just stretched out a hand.

Then he was firmly pressed to death on the coffee chair.

Kaka Kaka...

The legs of the iron single chair sounded fragile and about to break.

The pain caused Futaba's expression to change dramatically.

Then, under Nan Mengya's surprised gaze.

"The choice to leave is not yours, it's mine, and I hope you understand that."

An Yi said in a still calm tone.

Rather than talking about An Yi, this is a discussion.

Rather, it is describing a matter that has already been decided.

Chapter 18. Nan Mengya hides her head and reveals her tail

"I'm leaving." An Yi said to Nan Mengya who was already stunned beside her.

"Let's go?" Nan Mengya opened her mouth.

"Well, it's easy to cause inconvenience to other guests if we continue to talk here?"

"..." Nan Mengya was choked to death by these words.

Shouldn't the first consideration be not to cause inconvenience to other guests?And it's too contrary for you to say this sentence while grabbing someone with one hand, right?

An Yi nodded, settled the bill, and then lifted Futaba from the bench—in a real sense, a young man who was 1.8 meters tall was like a little chicken in his hands. not any

"You bastard!" Futaba couldn't break free from An Yi's palm at all, he mustered up his strength already a little suffocated, he clenched his fist and beat An Yi's arm vigorously.

Then he opened his mouth wide, and was stunned to discover the fact that An Yi's arms were like iron tongs...they were iron tongs in the true sense, ridiculously hard.

His fists were so swollen and red that they hurt a little, but An Yi's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

This guy

Futaba-senpai has practiced boxing to keep fit in his spare time, even among his peers, his wrist strength is astonishing.

Because of this, he originally thought that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could break free from the shackles of comfort, but soon he found that he was completely overthinking.

No matter whether he hammered An Yi's arm with his fist or stretched out his fist to smash An Yi's face angrily, An Yi kept a calm and unruffled expression, just pinched his neck and carried him forward, but in the end it was him His phalanges were hammered until they ooze blood.

Snapped.

An Yi threw Senior Futaba directly into a small alley.

"It hurts..." Futaba covered her hands with a painful expression, unable to straighten up for a while.

"Pain? Isn't this half as painful as the dead Nan Xiangnai's?" An Yi asked in confusion.

Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die for human beings.

The whole body was squeezed, the air in the lungs was forcibly expelled, and in the end the lungs felt like they were on fire...

An Yi calmly said: "Personally, I prefer to be reasonable, and I don't like to use violence, but if you want me to use violence, I personally don't care—"

The face of the fist rests on the ground.

Bang! ! !

A loud noise exploded next to Futaba's head.

An Yi pulled his hand out of the concrete floor, and only then did Futaba realize that a small hole had been pierced in the concrete floor next to his head.

His eyes froze—is this something humans can do?

Nan Mengya just watched from the side without saying a word.

Because she also wanted to know what was the cause of her sister's death...

Even if she becomes An Yi's accomplice...she won't hesitate at all.

"My patience has a limit, Futaba-san."

Under Futaba's frightened eyes, An Yi's white palms were placed on his thighs and kneecaps: "If you don't answer, I will first crush your kneecaps, lying is the same treatment, first the elbows, hand bones, and leg bones. ..”

Every word of An Yi penetrated into the brain.

"..." Nan Mengya.

The sense of oppression that An Yi gave to others was too strong.

It's like a cold-faced killer.

Even she couldn't help taking two steps back.

"..." Futaba gritted her teeth: "Do you know that you are committing a crime?"

Click.

An Yi dislocated one of Futaba's thighs.

Looking at the wailing Futaba, An Yi's eyes didn't change a bit, he just put his hand firmly on his arm: "You still have three chances to talk nonsense."

Dealing with this kind of scum who is half-involved in bullying, he feels that he has nothing to sympathize with.

Listening to what An Yi said, fear appeared in Futaba's eyes, and soon he nodded vigorously: "I see, I will tell you all."

"Okay." An Yi nodded, then raised her hand.