Forced to become a black young master in Hong Kong, I just want to win the Nobel Prize

Lucy fell into a coma because of the impact when the space was destroyed. Another tall Russian guy dressed as a clown was also stunned by Mochizuki when he used his supernatural power to try to take his companion away. With a murderous look, "Who else?!" was written all over his face. When he turned his head to look at another panting enemy member in the room, the black-haired youth froze, then sighed and raised his hands to express his surrender .

"I give up resistance, don't do it... I am not as resistant as Gogol."

Dazai Mochizuki folded his arms around his chest, and scrutinized this young man who looked fragile and not at all vicious: "Although the combination is responsible for the main output in this battle, you are the mastermind, right?"

In fact, if it is not known that this guy is the mastermind behind all these incidents, this pale, sickly, handsome young man looks quite harmless on the outside—if he does not show an elusive smile and hide his The words of the pair of deep and dark eyes.

Fyodor didn't ask Dazai Mochizuki why he said that, asking such a question would only make him look retarded.

He snorted a few times in a low voice, his expression could not hide his curiosity, and he looked at Mochizuki with burning eyes: "Although I expected this possibility, it is really shocking. Such an ability...can you tell me how you got it?" What about the 'book'?"

Dazai Mochizuki narrowed his eyes, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

She felt that this guy noticed the difference between her ability and the normal version.

—A dangerous man.

It is worthy of Nissan's high evaluation of him.

"As a prisoner, do you still want to ask questions?" Dazai Mochizuki looked at him with even colder eyes, which was an instinctive defensive reaction.

Fyodor chuckled, his calm expression made it impossible to see what was going on in his heart... But perhaps, he had deduced some answers from Mochizuki's defensive reaction of building a high wall, and then deduced a deeper The truth, who knows.

Osamu Dazai suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Ah, don't look at me like this, in fact, I really want to treat Mr. Tuo Si well." His smiling expression looks super harmless, and even has a hint of affinity... Such a smile is not against Wu Jingzai. There is a sense of harmony, but it looks much more permeable when placed on the terrifying and well-known leader Zai-one can't help but wonder if this is the decapitation meal before death.

"But maybe I can only be wishful thinking. It seems that we will always reach the current situation." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

However, after finishing these words, Dostoevsky on the opposite side suddenly moved his eyes, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. After a while, he showed a smile with rising interest, and the smile became wider and wider: "Is it still possible to do this?" , Interesting, really interesting... Dazai-kun, you are such a man who constantly surprises me... What a pity, it would be great if you could be on the same side as me, and the disgusting level of this world will be reduced a lot." He seemed genuinely sorry.

Dazai Osamu's smile remained unchanged: "Well, fighting with Tuo Sijun did make this boring world more vivid, but the disgusting aspect also deepened. Personally, I don't like staying with people who are full of death. And, what you said is on the same side as you, that's impossible." He smiled politely and coldly rejected his regret.

"It's true." The regret on Dostoevsky's face disappeared in an instant, and it was even so fast that people wondered if his emotions just now were faked, although his regret just now was indeed real.

"A person like you would probably like someone who works hard and can still smile." Dostoevsky glanced at Mochizuki, and said with a smile mirrored on Dazai Osamu's face, "It seems This Dazai-kun fits your goals very well."

Dazai Mochizuki was expressionless, guarding against the Majin with a nonchalant attitude, but in fact... her brain was stuck in a state of confusion.

Just like a certain American soldier would helplessly emphasize "Speak English" when he was bombarded with physics terms by a genius armored man, Mochizuki now also has the urge to let them not omit many steps in their conversations.

But an impulse is just an impulse.

Mochizuki could only use her brain, which was used to hit the Nobel Prize, to deduce what they omitted. Anyway, two equal opponents chatted without her doing anything.

……

……

This Maozi actually pushed out that Brother Zhi inherited his own memory from the parallel world from the "book" by using the disqualification in the world? ?

Hiss - what kind of head is this person, it's so terrifying! ?

Mochizuki was able to reverse his thinking process because he knew that Nissan had the memory of the world next door, and that Nissan said that he had fought against the current group of people over there, plus the conversations before and after, but what about that guy?Did it come out just by relying on such an ambiguous statement from Nissan?

But he is definitely not 100% sure, it is also a bold guess... It's just that for such a dialogue between experts, such a bold guess is more than [-]% likely to be certain.

... The Soviet Union is worthy of being the big brother of the past. Although it has been disintegrated for many years, this land is still full of talents.

However, I didn't expect that Nissan and this Russian boy could talk so much. Well... Although they have different positions, they seem to be able to talk.Other than Odasaku and the others, it's really rare to see Brother Zhi being so active towards anyone.

The demon over there looks similar, and they seem to be having a good time talking.

——Well, although I could hear the conflict between the two, but if you just look at it on the surface, there is still a sense of peace of talking and laughing.

"...Indeed, my secret weapon is Mochizuki."

Mochizuki was suddenly called while driving, and the hand touching her chin froze suddenly. She didn't realize that she had assumed this spectator posture at some point, and quickly put down her hands and stood at attention.

Osamu Dazai said unhurriedly: "However, it's a pity that I didn't stop you even though I had warned you in advance... Don't you know how much trouble you have caused others?" Some scary feelings.

Dostoevsky was stunned for a moment, his eyes drooping slightly, "Do you even know this?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong, it's not a definite answer, it's just an object conjectured by combining motives, goals, characteristics and the biggest gainer." Although listening to Osamu Dazai's words, it still makes people confused.

Such is the case with Mochizuki Dazai.

She was able to make up the full version of the conversation between the two people (the mentally retarded version?) content in the previous words, but up to here, she began to be a little behind.

No way, the amount of information that Dazai Mochizuki has now is too little, even the super-class famous detective Ranpo-san can't create something out of nothing, he just has better eyes for discovering information and a brain that is better at reasoning than ordinary people.

Dostoevsky smiled indifferently, "Even if you know, you can't do anything. Even you will feel a headache."

Osamu Dazai's expression remained unchanged: "Indeed, with his reputation, he cannot be shaken without conclusive evidence, and his actions have always been very cautious, and he has not left any evidence that can be used. It can only be said that he deserves to be Mister Kamui."

Mr. Devil showed an incomprehensible smile: "Yes, it is indeed him."

He suddenly frowned, repeating the old words with regret on his face: "So it's really a pity that Mr. Dazai couldn't come to our side. If Mr. Dazai didn't stop him, the plan should have succeeded."

Osamu Dazai knew that what he said was the truth. Mochizuki was in a certain sense the same rough line as Nakaya, and someone who could deduce the truth without the memory plug-in of the "book", and the butei he was working for did not have enough force to contend and forces.

Only Mr. Dazai, the leader of Hong Kong and Black, has the insightful vision and this energy to block the other party.

Dazai Mochizuki is still struggling to deduce the content of the conversation between Brother Zhi and the terrorist leader. Of course, she can't concentrate on reading Moon's information records to supplement clues when she speculates. In fact, Moon's information recording ability is usually very good. I don't want to use it.Although the moon's line of sight is extremely wide, it also means that the amount of information is extremely huge. Every time she looks for information about the moon, she feels that her hairline will recede.If you have a clear goal, you can use keywords to quickly and accurately search the information interval using the rough dichotomy method.

Her mind was a bit confused after silently calculating, so when she heard Dostoyevsky's words, she subconsciously mocked back. At this time, she didn't realize his brother's strange silence: "Hmph, as long as there is I'm here, so you don't want to think about 'books', so no matter how much you regret my brother, it's useless. However, in short, my brother will not join forces with you!"

The smile on Dostoevsky’s face remained unchanged, but his words were sharp and difficult: “Although I admit that Ms. Dazai’s ability is astonishing, but—not all Dazai-kun have the same keen insight.” If Without the ability to strip things layer by layer to find the real line, force alone is useless.

Justified.

Dazai Mochizuki: ...Although I praised Nisan and felt that what he said made sense, I still felt that this prisoner was too arrogant.

Dazai Mochizuki, who was questioned about his IQ, became angry from his gallbladder, and launched a ginseng attack on this anemic and weak Russian with the same analogy, and it was not Japanese but Chinese Chang Hei Maozi's words: "Huh, Indeed, not all Russians are strong enough to fight bears with bare hands—I think you must not believe in the Orthodox Church, otherwise, if you walk through the ice on the river on Baptism Day, you won’t be able to lie down the next day.”

"And I - that's fine!" He raised his chin and stared at the opposite side, his sense of superiority spread silently.

Tuo Sijun, who "can't make it to the next day," glanced at Wangyue expressionlessly.

How would you describe this gaze?Indifference, sneer, dismissive, unmoved... But the most appropriate line is the line - "stupid human beings".

Dazai Mochizuki was taken aback for a moment, and a certain sense of familiarity suddenly arose after being swept away by this gaze, and he didn't even feel angry.

This look...familiar, really has a sense of familiarity, but I can't remember... If the answer is given, probably everything can be strung together, but this answer seems to be left in the deep layer of memory, and it cannot be easily remembered The master fished it up.

I really want to know what this familiarity is all about, where have you seen it before?

...The more I can't remember it, the more I want to remember it, I want to know...

Mochizuki, who was in deep thought, went blank for a moment, and said something mysteriously: "Your eyes look like a little boy I raised." After finishing speaking, he continued to think about it.

Dostoevsky remained expressionless.

Osamu Dazai, who was about to say something, suddenly paused, and the next moment his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Tuo Sijun who was motionless and allowed him to look at him like a bone-penetrating scan.

Suddenly, he said abruptly: "Mr. Tuosi—you are the little boy who looks at the moon."

"Eh?" Mochizuki, who was in deep thought, didn't react when she heard this, it was a completely instinctive answer.

After digesting the meaning of Nissan's words, Dazai Mochizuki suddenly turned his head to look at the unmoved Mr. Majin.

"Oh, what kind of stupid question are you asking?" Dostoevsky mocked him coldly.

However, after carefully observing Tuo Sijun's flawless expression, Osamu Dazai finally made a final decision: "You are Xiao Maozi." The "Little Maozi" in this sentence is even said in Chinese, which can be said to be very caring up.

Dazai Mochizuki was full of confusion: "Ehhh???"

The corners of Dostoyevsky's lips moved slightly, and he sneered mockingly: "Heh..."

The author has something to say:

Mochizuki's taunting attack: Maozi can fight bears with bare hands, but you can't; Maozi can swim in the river at minus [-] degrees, but you can't lie down until the next day.Scum, embarrassment to Russia.

The name Xiao Maozi has always been a pun =w=

I feel that if I don’t read the words, the next chapter will fully reveal the answer, but it doesn’t matter, I will probably add more today, and the experience is not much worse.

as well as--

If you want to see Tuo Sijun's tragic experience, you can go to Chapter 101 to review it, that is the tip of the iceberg of his life in dire straits_(:з」∠)_

Mochizuki will of course be embarrassed and guilty after knowing the truth, but Tuo Sijun...he really can only be reduced to a joke (great reading)

Is there anything compelling about a cat who is constantly poked in the balls and almost loses it?

nonexistent.