Facing the Unknown in Yokohama

Although with normal cognition, you can't accept the fact that you have succeeded in charming Dostoevsky for a while.But facts are facts, and since it has happened, there is absolutely no possibility of repentance.

All you can do now is to move forward to the next plot on the premise of the established result.

The weather in Yokohama is not cold, and Dostoevsky's fluffy outfit is a bit out of season, but even so, when he walks beside you, you can't help but feel a little chilly.

Charm is actually a very ambiguous concept, although it is defined by the concepts of "success" and "failure" like other practical skills.

But in fact, the specific effect of charm is not as immediate as other skills.

A successful battle means hitting someone, a successful skill means stealing something, and a successful lockpicking means opening the door lock. Even the persuasion and speech skills used to communicate skills are clearly "recognized by the other party" after success.

But Charm is different.

Is it the momentary throbbing that made people relax their vigilance and thus believed in the content of the conversation, or did it cause the other party to have some deeper emotions, thus shifting the focus from the thing they were talking to to the person himself, or simply becoming a person? This kind of opportunity makes one party completely become a captive at the feet of the other party——

Different users, different trigger methods, different situations and states will naturally bring different results.

The dice will determine whether your skills are successful or not, but the final effect of the charm is something that the dice cannot determine.

You can't figure out Dostoevsky's attitude, but you don't dare to say much, and you don't dare to ask too much.

After all, the other party is a man who can make a terrible prison statement like "let her lose her home and job, cut off contact with family and friends, and she will naturally go with you" when faced with the problem of "how to pursue a cold girl", you Feel that no matter whether he is interested in you or not, by his side, your life safety is constantly being threatened.

But now you have no other choice, you can only turn a few alleys with the man beside you tremblingly, and get into an Italian coffee shop.

There's a sign over the door in Italian, but you'd think the guy who wrote that line wasn't really Italian.

You can spot grammatical errors in a sentence on a board without even having to take an Italian test.

You're not keen on having fun canceling out other people's mistakes.But this accidental discovery still makes you relax a little bit from the original nervous mood.

The location of this store is somewhat remote, and from the window, the store looks deserted and desolate—this is why you choose to enter this store.

After all, your topic is really not something that can be put on the stage.So if you can, you are of course more willing to avoid the eyes and ears of others.

But when you pushed open the door of the cafe, you felt something was wrong here——

No matter how deserted it is, a cafe that can survive in a place like Yokohama will not have no customers during afternoon tea time.

The cafe is not that spacious, and you can almost have a panoramic view of the scene inside by standing at the door.

The neatly arranged tables and chairs are all empty.Only the clerk standing behind the bar was cleaning the coffee pot.

When the copper bell hanging on the door rang with the sound of opening the door, the clerk behind the bar raised his head in the direction where you are.

Judging from his face, the guy seemed to be of mixed race.Although he was born with thick facial features and a curly beard, there was a kind of simplicity on that face.

But you think he might not be as honest as he looks.From the overly deliberate Italian signboard, you can also tell that this half-breed is probably operating here under the guise of being an Italian—at least he should be a businessman who can still make money.

You narrowed your eyes a little, and looked at this man a little more.

"Welcome, please take a seat, both of you."

The little brother didn't care about your gaze, he greeted you warmly, put down the rag in his hand, and walked around the bar with something like a menu.

wrong.

Although you can't tell the reason, when the honest-looking clerk walked towards your direction, you still felt a subtle sense of disobedience.

Maybe there's something else in this store.

Almost instinctively, this thought came to your mind.

You glance subconsciously in Dostoevsky's direction.Although he didn't choose this shop deliberately, you always feel that if there is really something tricky in this shop, it must have something to do with this man.

There is no reason, just because he is a well-meaning Russian.

Out of caution, before the clerk walked up to you, you quietly called out your own system and solemnly rolled an investigation.

The light in the store is not particularly bright, but fortunately, the whole store is not big.So there are not many places worth paying attention to.

You squinted your eyes and scanned around the store, then pretended to be nonchalant and took a quick look at the half-breed brother who had already stood in front of you.

[Investigator Xingyuan Mingnai made a detection check, the check result: 1D100=79/25, failed. 】

[You looked around the store for a week, but because of the dim light and the furniture blocking it, you couldn't find anything. 】

Considering that Dostoyevsky is still around, you can't do anything else with much fanfare.

Since the investigation was determined to be unsuccessful, you can only temporarily put this matter aside.But in the end you secretly added caution.

"Would Miss Xingyuan prefer Italian coffee?" Dostoevs pulled the seat beside you as if nothing had happened, and asked you to sit down in a gentlemanly manner, and then he himself took the opportunity to sit opposite you , hands naturally crossed on the table: "I didn't intend to pry into your past, but if the information I got is correct, you should have studied in Italy before."

"Although I came to the coffee shop, I really didn't expect that Dostoevsky would have the heart to chat with me about such an insignificant topic."

You responded, but out of the corner of your eye you kept chasing another figure in the room.

"Miss Xingyuan's affairs certainly cannot be regarded as "insignificant". "The man sitting opposite laughed softly: "Although it is impolite to peek into your life rashly, it is Miss Xingyuan's business after all. If possible, I would like to know more about it. "

The tone of the young Russian sounded dangerous to you, and you frowned.

"Those fellows in Vengley really don't understand people, no matter what the task is, let a lovely lady like you come here to work alone—"

Before his words fell, the body of the clerk in your line of sight seemed to tremble for a moment, just when Dostoevsky pronounced the three words "Pengley".

Your pupils narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you felt as if you understood something——

That guy, probably has something to do with the world of the mafia!