On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

After being escorted out, the cold night wind in Yokohama made me shiver.Just now, he had been lying on the floor for so long that his numb arms began to slowly regain some consciousness.

Sensing the movement of me struggling uncontrollably, I grabbed the black suit on my shoulder with greater strength.

I resolutely mobilized my abilities on the road again and again, trying to perceive my spatial fixed point.

Sadly, my previous validation wasn't just a dream - I had literally lost those anchors.

Confused, on the way I was being escorted, almost every time I moved two or three steps forward, I would drop a new fixed point.

Soon, on the way from Zhongye's apartment to Hong Kong|Hei, I marked a road abruptly with fixed points.

With the large-scale coverage of abilities, I feel a little settled.

Gently moving my wrist, the sharp pain made me sad, and I suddenly lost the interest in thinking.

But maybe because my emotions fell to an underestimation, I finally got rid of the shadow of the old days, and I felt a sense of sobriety.

……

Hong Kong|Black's torture room is actually a 24-hour shift.

It's not a good experience to verify guesses in this awkward situation, and I feel sick to face the blood and darkness of the mafia.

I lowered my eyes and thought in my heart:

If everyone really forgot about me... Zhongya must be very curious about me, maybe he can't wait for the torture team to tell him the result tomorrow.If I fight for it, will I be able to see him?

I shouldn't have gotten into a fight with him - well, recap, fights were inevitable.

But if we can have a good talk in the apartment, maybe I can get his help to keep myself safe while everyone forgets about me.

I obviously had the best opportunity to communicate with Zhongye. We could have stood on the same front to solve the problem...

"Space-Time Clock" not only gave me a sense of security, but also built a solid snail shell for me. Over the years, my habit of avoiding problems has been aggravated by powerful abilities.

In the past, this problem really didn't cause me any serious trouble.

Now a stumble is such a big pit!

**

The torture room is also brightly lit at night, so that the building to which Koyo Ozaki belongs is quite unique in the city of Yokohama.

Contrary to the appearance of this flashy city that never sleeps, ever since I stepped into the boundary of the Hong Kong |

I became more and more uneasy.

The sound insulation is so good that I have too much room for imagination. I can't help imagining the situation of gouging out the heart, peeling the skin, drinking the blood...

The walking pace is getting slower and slower, and the heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

The pain from the dislocated wrist was still tormenting me, and I was pressed forward impatiently, wondering if there would be any anti-power device in the torture room... After all, it seems that power is my only trump card at present.

So I absolutely, absolutely could not end up in a cell with a tight guard.

The escort in black suit stopped in his tracks.

In front of me was a dark door, which looked no different from the ones I had just passed.

But because the space has been scattered on the road, I know that this place has turned into the depths of the building.

I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in my heart for how much I was valued.

Hesitating in front of the door of the torture room, before I could make a psychological foreshadowing, the impatient little brother opened the door and pushed me in.

Then I was immediately overwhelmed by the "professional equipment" inside.

——After living two lifetimes and growing up so big, I have only seen similar instruments of torture in the Middle Ages in Western Europe in TV dramas!

It's hard to describe the structure of these black-painted iron guys, and their respective functions...Although I'm half an expert, but to be honest-judging by my inner resistance to these things, I will see more The two eyes will not want to know how they clamped human limbs and ravaged them.

However, these instruments of torture looked very clean, unlike in TV dramas where dried blood was coagulated on them, and the old plasma could not be washed off.

……

When I was in a trance, I was shocked by a sneer, and when I turned my head, I saw the familiar Saito smiling at me.

?

Eh?Is he actually from the torture squad?Isn't Chuya's subordinate?

So did he receive Chuya's order to interrogate me, or did he belong to Koyo Ozaki?

I was a little confused when I couldn't figure out the situation.

Saito sent me the usual threatening speeches of the villain [-] and the younger brother [-].

Although it is simple and crude and makes me feel familiar as if I have entered the set of a spy movie in the Republic of China, I just want to comment——

Crazy, but it works!

Six or seven years ago, after my application for a Chinese visa was rejected, I had nowhere to go and came to Yokohama, taking advantage of the chaos of the dragon war.

I thought that there would not be many peaceful days in a nuclear-safe city like Yokohama, but some things are just so wonderful——

Europe, where the people live and work in nominal terms and the people are happy, makes me live in constant anxiety; while the so-called chaotic concession Yokohama makes me peaceful as if I have fallen into a pool of hot springs.

In the past few years, An Sheng has had too many lives, and I know very well that I am no longer the tough guy who used to be rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

With the mental attack of a room full of torture instruments, I really can't hold back-and I don't need to.

……

I didn't want to listen to him introduce the torture tools in detail, I quickly analyzed the pros and cons in my heart, and directly surrendered with a white flag.

"I said! But I only told Chuya Nakahara. You let him come."

Saito's complacency when he heard the first two words sank down again before his eyebrows rose to the corners of his mouth.

"Stubborn, courageous woman."

With a downcast face, he said sullenly: "If I still have such a proud posture after being sentenced, I will feel admiration for Miss."

I thought of the rough plan I had made in my heart when I was on the road just now, and I was a little impatient because I was too lazy to waste time with him.

"I'm serious! You let Chuya come and I'll tell you. Because there are some things... It's not convenient to tell you, and it's useless to tell you."

The hunger and fatigue made it hard for me to stand still, and the feeling of dizziness and inexplicable dizziness hit me again.

I can't figure out the source of this anxiety and deal with the messy situation at the same time, and my manic depression is more obvious.

The wrist was swollen unbearably.

I lowered my head to look at the soles of my feet with dull pain, and only then did I see that the socks on the soles of my feet were also seeping blood, probably because I injured my nails when I hit the coffee table.

……

Saito gripped the instrument of torture in his hand, his face completely sank.

My heart was a little hairy, and the supernatural power quietly began to mobilize in my body, ready to run away at all times.

Now my mind is clear.

Being forgotten by everyone and then facing Hong Kong | Black, even China is also on the side of Hong Kong | Black, it is really a bad start for me.I am alone and helpless, and I can't escape without using my abilities.

But I know better how precious a space-time clock that covers the characteristics of time system and space system is.

If people from Hong Kong|Black—especially Mori Ogai here—can figure out my abilities, and stand on my side to defend me if I don’t have a middle, I will most likely be listed as the number one in Hong Kong|Black Target.

And I have never seen the fat meat that they are eyeing and can miss it after it gets into their mouths.

But I don't want to confront Zhong Ye.

I don't even want to be the knife of the mafia.

There will be endless troubles if you just run away... and what I can do now is too limited.

I have to use this hole card when I have to use the ability.

It is even necessary to hide the timeliness of the ability and use it as a space transfer.Then show your proficiency and dependence on abilities to increase your credibility.

——But even a simple space transfer is an extremely rare treasure for this world where supernatural beings are rare.

I smiled wryly in my heart, feeling that I was in a terrible mood to be troubled again because the supernatural power was too precious after many years.

Before I was about to make a move and was about to slip away, there was a "click", and the situation took a turn for the worse——

Chuya, who couldn't wait any longer, offered to deliver it to his door as expected.

But...he also brought a doctor...

I glanced at Dr. Watanabe who was obediently following Chuya with the medicine box in hand.All of a sudden, the sadness and excitement of seeing Chuya were all gone.

——So the two of us think that the other's brain is out of order?

He also cautiously asked Dr. Watanabe to confirm whether there was any problem with my brain...?

I suppressed my depressed mood, and said to Watanabe Jishan first: "Mr. Watanabe, can you help me connect my wrist first?"

Zhong Ye's footsteps faltered, and his expression turned ugly for a moment.

I directly called out the name of Hong Kong|Hei’s internal doctor’s name, this suggestive and tentative behavior, in his eyes now probably looks like a bravado.

I am also very helpless.

If you don’t reveal your familiarity with your surroundings little by little to pave the way, I’m afraid that after I introduce myself, I will be thrown by you as a madman to Hongye to ravage|ravage.

……

The manic depression in Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes seemed no less severe than mine.

He pressed his hat, waved his hand at Watanabe behind him, and motioned him to do the same.

Watanabe put down the medicine box, and walked over to me with a blank expression to put my dislocated wrist back.

My eye circles were red from the pain, and I silently drew a few strokes for him in the small notebook in my heart.

Ignoring the consequences of my calling out his name directly and bringing him countless interrogations in the next few days, I unilaterally condemn Watanabe Jishan for his cruelty.

Chuya glanced at my wrist, stared into my eyes and was about to say something.

Before he could speak, I tried to speak first: "I can answer anything you want to know! But! I'll just tell you!"

Taking a careful look at his face, he didn't look very unacceptable.

So I added: "Let Watanabe and Saito go out first."

Another call—Saito's face is also green now.

Nakaya stared at me sharply.

I just felt that my wrist was frightened by him again, and my wrist throbbed reflexively.

Chuya waved Watanabe and Saito to leave, and the well-trained two turned around and left without any complaints.Instead, I stared at the backs of the two leaving, and my face became a little strange.

Zhong also pushed his hat, looked at me and interjected expressionlessly: "What are you thinking?"

I couldn't help whispering: "Shouldn't they say 'my lord, this is not safe. You can't leave this woman alone with you' or something? And then you say 'it's okay, sorry she can't do anything gimmick' to express confidence and disapproval?"

Chuya: ...?

I shut my mouth.

The more nervous I am, the more active my mind becomes.Often at the beginning, I still think seriously, and then I diverge and go to nowhere.In my previous life, I was the kind of person who was more nervous in the examination room and wrote the lyrics faster in his mind.

With such a good and strong psychological quality, although I lost many opportunities to escape from the Jedi counterattack, I will (not) be able to gain a lot of comfort before I die.

Seriously, don't look down on the joy.

The huge trauma during the Longtou War caused countless Yokohama citizens who still had the strength to regain their strength to fall into fear and despair, and then chose to flee or even commit suicide.

At that time, Yokohama looked like a desperate place abandoned by the gods.

But it happened that a timid person like me chose to come to Yokohama at such a time of depression and despair, and survived well, and even formulated the first five-year plan for myself.

In the end, I not only completed it, but also captured an SSR-level ultra-rare and precious limited edition Aragami and successfully bound it.

——Although it seems that we are not far from being tied up now.

……

I was talking nonsense just now, and I was actually trying to test his attitude.

Logically speaking, Chuya has always been very impatient with the enemy, and generally he can do it without talking nonsense.I have endured all this bullshit on him, so I guess my previous reaction in the apartment had quite a big impact on him.

It's good to have an influence.

After hearing my confession (not), I hope he can be as calm as he is now.

……

Zhong also obviously didn't understand my small thoughts, but he didn't want to be dragged into these time-wasting topics by me, so he interrupted me: "Identity, purpose."

"..."

"Actually... I still have an unfeeling request..."

I was a little embarrassed because Chuya already had disbelief written all over his face.

"What else do you want??"

"Can you find a room without monitoring and radio first?"

I bit the bullet and finished.

Sure enough, he got a little impatient and started to get angry. He lifted the black top hat on his head and approached me.

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the mafia? There should be a limit to provocation."

I actually know that if he hadn't heard the phrase "divorce", he wouldn't be able to bear me until now.

The fierce look in his eyes was really scary, I obviously felt my heart speed up, and there was fear in his eyes.

But I had no choice but to obey him aggrievedly: "You must have heard it at the time, 'divorce' or something, I want to talk to you first. You can consider reporting it later."

Chuuya's expression cracked a bit.

I guess he had misheard before hypnotizing himself because he was too skeptical about life, and I gave him another blow in the end.

……

In the end he suppressed his anger.

**

Chuya grabbed my left arm and dragged me into another torture room not far away.

Through a layer of black leather gloves, I can still feel the heat from his slender and powerful fingers. The familiar temperature and touch made me feel a little dazed for a while.

——It seemed that everything that happened tonight was false and absurd, only the warmth between his fingers was real.

When he let go, I was still a little dazed, and my eyes couldn't help following his leaving fingers.

Zhong also retracted his hands unnaturally as if he was burned by my eyes.

There's a hint of wariness in his cobalt blue eyes, like the one he had when he caught my plot against him.And this recurring scene of the past unlocked my warm memory lock, which made me fascinated for a while.

A lock of ochre-colored hair hangs on his fair neck, coupled with the bright blue pupils under the orange-yellow firelight of the dim torture room, the picture is really beautiful.

It's so cute.

Ahem, if this goes on like this, he might suspect that I want to find a room without monitoring for sex|seduction.

With a straight face, I decided not to engage in those roundabouts.

Taking out my calmest attitude, I stared straight into his eyes, opened the door like a mountain, and opened my mouth to spit bombs:

"In my memory...you are my husband who has been married for almost a year."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Chuya stared at me with a tense expression.

I looked into his cobalt blue eyes with no guilt and seriousness.

"..."

Zhong also finally exploded.