Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

"Cough cough..."

The cabin on the lowest floor of the painting boat was pitch black, and there were occasional faint coughs.

Yayoi Kojiro leaned against the shelves full of things, frowned and closed her eyes, put her fingers on the wound on her waist, calmed her breathing little by little to relieve the pain.

[Host... are you okay? ] 030 asked worriedly.

【fine. 】

Yayoi Kojiro opened his eyes and looked around, perhaps because of the bonus of his identity ability, he still had a good vision even in such a dark environment.This is probably the warehouse where the giant ship used to store grain, filled with all kinds of convenient storage ingredients and some necessary things.

He glanced at the wounds on his body. Because of the soaking in water, the not serious wounds on his arms had already turned white. The visual effect of the whitening of the flesh was quite frightening. If it weren't for the wound he almost got pierced by the vines for hiding fast enough.

trash game.

Yayoi Kojiro cursed again in his heart.

He was drenched all over now, and the water dripping from his body formed a small puddle on the wooden board, his body began to feel cold, and his brain was also a little cloudy and dull.

You have to change your clothes, and the wound must be treated as soon as possible.

The target is on this ship, so there is no need to worry about sudden sudden death in a short time.

Yayoi guessed that the messy thing on his neck was probably similar to some kind of remote control device. No matter how he looked at it, the man was not the type who would let the "thing" marked with himself out of control. The easiest and most effective way is to limit the thing. At a certain distance that I can control at any time, beyond that distance there is only a dead end.

It seems to be laissez-faire, but in fact there is only one option from beginning to end.

Dogs through and through.

He stood up with difficulty while holding on to the shelf. When he stood up straight, his vision became dark for a moment. He quickly grabbed the shelf beside him so as not to fall down. Yayoi Komyo sighed inwardly.

Although he doesn't play many adventure games, but really, this kind of garbage game can definitely stand in the top 1 among the survival genres he has played. If there is any strategy for this, if it is set as a survival genre, the sales must be very good.

I just don't know how many warriors really dare to challenge.

[030, target location. 】

【Yes. 】

The system panel glowing with faint blue light appeared in front of Yayoi Jindai. 030 pulled out the map considerately. It was still a 3D model map. Yayoi Jindai glanced at it. He is now on the bottom floor of the painting boat, and the target is probably on the top. On the fourth floor, sit comfortably in a luxurious room and have fun.

"Cough, cough, cough..." An itch rose in her throat, Yayoi Komdai covered her mouth and coughed violently, her figure gradually hunched.

The sound of coughing is particularly distinct in the warehouse where needles can be heard.

"Who's in there?"

Yayoi Kojiro suppressed the cough that was almost overflowing in his throat.

A man dressed as a waiter was standing near the door holding a candlestick, and there were several large shelves separated from where Yayoi Komyo was.

The waiter stood at the door and looked around by the light of the candlestick. The sound just now disappeared after he made the sound, and the whole warehouse was unbelievably quiet.The waiter looked at the pitch-black warehouse, swallowed, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

He hesitated for a while, then turned around suddenly, and ran away in a hurry.Before 030 could breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far to near, and the waiter was followed by two or three sturdy warriors carrying knives.

"It's this warehouse. I heard someone coughing when I came in to pick up things just now. I don't know if someone ran in." The waiter said to the samurai beside him.

The leader of the samurai nodded after hearing this, and ordered the people behind him to check both sides carefully, and then he walked in, starting from the middle.The waiter followed cautiously.

Several people walked carefully along the shelves, holding the candlestick in one hand and the handle of the knife in the other. The blade at the waist was slightly out of the sheath.

The samurai were very cautious, almost maintaining the same speed of travel, the light from the candlesticks illuminated the surrounding area brightly, and their eyes carefully searched every corner.

This ship is full of respected people, they must ensure that no accidents happen.

"Captain, come and take a look." The samurai walking on the leftmost inspection suddenly shouted, and the other three rushed over.Next to the shelf in the corner at the far end, a stack of blood-stained clothes was scattered on the ground, as if it had just been picked up from the water, it was very wet to the touch, leaving a cloud of water marks on the dry ground.

The warrior captain frowned, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the closed window above, and sternly said to the waiter, "Go and report, someone has sneaked in."

"Yes!"

The waiter ran out in a panic, and the warrior captain ordered the other two: "Continue to search, the man may still be hiding somewhere in the warehouse, and the water marks haven't dried yet. Pay attention to the shelves and the ceiling..."

At the door of the warehouse, a petite black figure rushed out from the door while no one was paying attention, leaving plum blossom marks with water marks along the road.

……

After Kamo Ronso and Liangmian Su Nuo said goodbye, they went back to the third floor.This painting boat is clearly divided, the first floor is a place for pleasure, the second floor is where merchants gather, the third floor is the residence of some noble children and officials, and the fourth floor only belongs to some privileged classes.

For example, a strong man in the world, or the owner of a painting boat.

Kamo Ryoso looked back at the stairs leading to the fourth floor, shook the cypress fan in his hand, retracted his eyes and walked leisurely back to the room.

Although it is not as spacious as the fourth floor, it is a place for nobles after all.

When the shoji door is opened, the sea breeze blows in, the scenery outside the fully open window is magnificent, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads on the tatami, adding a layer of soft and warm colors to the whole room.Bamboo paintings are hung on the wall on the left, exquisite tea sets have been prepared on the tatami, and a hanging bell in the corner can call waiters and maids for service at any time.

Passing through the screen on the right side and entering the inner room, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy in fancy clothes was kneeling on the soft mattress, not knowing what he was doing.Kamo Isso walked over and asked with a smile. "Master, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, the young boy turned his head and looked at Kamo Isoso who was walking slowly with bright eyes. After getting closer, Kamo Isoso also knew the reason for the excitement of the other party.

The clean and tidy bedding was made into a circular nest, inside which curled up a kitten who looked less than three or four months old. The messy black hair contrasted sharply with the white bedding underneath.

Kamo Koso squatted beside the young boy, and asked, "Master, is this cat...?"

"I picked it up in the corridor just now." The boy responded crisply, looking at the kitten with joy and distress in his eyes, he said dissatisfied with his mouth curled up. "It's so pitiful. When I picked it up, it was wet and injured. I don't know who is so unreasonable."

"You've already bandaged it." Kamo Ryoso brushed over the bandages wrapped several times on the black cat, completely ignoring that such bandages might not be effective, raised his hand to rub the boy's head, and spoke softly . "You did a great job."

His eyes slid over the weak black cat cub, and a dark light flashed in Kamo Isoso's eyes.

cat...

The young man of Yan Da Da seemed to be injected with vitality, his clear eyes seemed to be shining with light, and he looked over eagerly. "Yusuo, I want to raise it."

"As long as you are happy." Kamo Ryoso smiled, his handsome face was softened by the setting sun outside the window, his eyes were watery, focused and affectionate.The young man's cheeks were smudged with a layer of pink, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, his eyes glanced wildly, and he seemed to think of something, and complained to the man with grievances.

"I met a strange person today. In the hot weather, he wrapped himself up tightly like a shame, exorcising the curse spirit seemed to be desperate. I couldn't stand it, so I helped him casually, but I didn't expect That person just threw the curse spirit to me and ran away, it was too much!"

The boy puffed up his face angrily, Kamo Somogamo looked at him tenderly.

Bathed in such eyes, the dissatisfaction in the young man's heart dissipated, and his voice gradually died down. He was a little embarrassed to continue, and looked down at the black cat on the quilt.

——Too unsteady!

However, what was hidden under those gentle gazes staring at him was an unmechanized indifference.

Kamo Ryosuke pressed the tip of his tongue against his gums, and softly comforted him with a hypocritical expression, his heart felt tired.

— Boring brat.

……

As night fell, the two people in the room chatted while having a meal.

Although this is not in line with etiquette, for Kamo Haruki, this is the first time he has traveled far, and he is still with his favorite person, and the excitement in his heart is hard to suppress.

"Yusuo, how is your business going?"

Kamo Ryoso raised his eyes slightly, and the boy sitting across from him could see through his thoughts at a glance, and his emotions were almost superficial.

He smiled and replied: "It went well. Thanks to the help of the young master, I was able to find the news about the Jile Prison Sect."

"When the matter is successful, the young master's position as the head of the family will be more stable."

Kamo Haruki opened his mouth, and quietly swallowed the words he wanted to explain in the gentle eyes of the other party looking over, and changed another topic. "Is that person really as scary as the rumors?"

Hearing this, Kamo paused for a moment, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and his face became a little more serious.

"It's scary, so you must not provoke him out of curiosity, at least not now." After that, he saw that the other party's expression became tense, his brows and eyes softened again, and his watery eyes carried obvious worry.

"I don't want to see you hurt."

— my precious vessel.

Kamo Haruki got stuck in his thoughts because of these words, and nodded slowly with a blushing face. "I see."

On the quilt in the inner room, the cat ears on the top of the black cat's head trembled a few times, and slowly opened its eyes.

Extreme Prison Cult...

—Have you played enough?

The man's deep voice suddenly appeared in the ear, and the black cat closed its eyes and snored.

——If you don’t show up in front of me for 5 minutes, you don’t have to come back in the future.

damn thing.

When it opened again, the golden cat's eyes had shrunk to the size of a needle's eye.

The black cat got up from the futon, endured the pain of the wound, and landed on the tatami without a sound.

His eyes flicked across the two black shadows diffused by the candlelight on the screen, he wrote down the name he just heard, flicked his tail behind him, and quietly left in the darkness.

Kamo Ryosuke paused for a moment, glanced at the inner room from the corner of his eye, and sighed a little troubled in his heart.

It's really annoying to coax the kid again.