Chapter 663 Mental illness: It’s true!

Miwako Sato thought for a moment after hearing this. After a moment, she raised her eyes and glanced at the empty rooftops around her, and finally nodded with relief: "Well, let Miss Bat handle this matter."

"Miss Bat?"

Fujino couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Can you determine his gender?"

"Um!"

Sato Miwako crossed her arms and said firmly: "Although she didn't say she was a boy or a girl, and last time she said she was a helicopter gunship... But from the hesitation, I can definitely confirm that she is a woman!"

Fujino: "..."

So you still think I’m a woman?

"ah--!"

"Have you ever heard of the story of the River God?"

In the past I was the one pretending to be mentally ill.

I thought I could change it just now.

At least the bomber was smiling throughout.

Fujino smiled and asked, "You should be willing to play games with me, right?"

"You want to ask me which one I dropped, right?"

"Zi yo yo!"

Your whole thing is fully automatic...

"Oops, I forgot to load the magazine."

"How can it be false?"

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I invited you here today just to play a game."

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo.

"Then what I dropped was an iron rod?!"

At this time, he was beaten to pieces, and the blood from the wounds on his body soaked into the tattered shirt, dyeing the original white red.

"Kid, right? Hearing noises, right? Bombs, right?"

"Don't hit your waist—ah!"

Russian roulette uses a spinning wheel.

You run and I chase. The two of them are in the warehouse, one is fighting from behind and the other is escaping from the front. They are having a great time.

However, Fujino did not intend to end there.

If you want to kill me, just say so!

No need to beat around the bush!

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he quickly suggested: "Can you change it to another one? Another one!"

"So you know me."

"Wrong again!"

Fujino snapped his fingers, made a crisp sound, and chuckled: "I'll beat you to death directly, shoot you, Ling Chi, burn the oil barrel, drill the electric drill to light the sky lantern, pinch the waist, 10000-7... you choose one?"

"biu!"

"..."

The beaten bomber, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen and disfigured, was huddled in the corner with his hands on his knees.

The bomber burst into tears and hugged Fujino's thigh: "Please stop torturing me, please kill me!"

Fujino stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Death sooner or later is death. It would be great to play games with me to cheer me up."

Fujino said with a kind tone: "As long as you finish playing this game, I will let you go."

Fujino nodded: "That's okay, let's play Russian roulette."

A wailing sound like a slaughtering pig resounded all around.

The bomber was slapped and calmed down.

"Wrong, it's a wooden stick!"

Fujino clicked his tongue: "The brain pops out with blood and writes beautiful flowers on the ground. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Fujino stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Bomber?"

But the expected scene of the bullet coming out of the barrel and blowing the dog's head open did not happen.

The bomber felt that this was a scoring question: "The answer is that I dropped the stick!!"

I'm going to die today, right?

Fujino's face darkened, and he immediately picked up the iron rod and electric baton and went up with a burst of explosive hammers.

The effect of the big fight is outstanding.

"What choice?"

Bomber: "..."

As he spoke, he took out a Beretta 92F, shook it, and pointed it at his head: "This time, I'll go first."

Thinking about the triggering probability of a fully automatic pistol, cold sweat broke out on the bomber's back.

"Frustrated!"

The bomber was surprised: "Really?"

Fujino patted his forehead and glanced at the bomber: "But why is your crotch wet again? It's still red... Could it be that a child peed in your head?"

After recovering, he opened his eyes and looked at a figure in front of him wearing a white robe and a hood. The figure was dark under the hood. He was stunned and said in surprise: "Batman?!"

A big ice water awakening technique was poured on it, and then he spoke in a soft tone: "Young bomber, did you drop this electric baton, an iron rod, or a wooden stick?"

"Young bomber..."

"Hingguo, the answer is correct!"

"ah--!!!"

Fujino took out his hidden sword again: "I'll strike you first, and then you strike me again."

"Then let's change the game."

Fujino nodded and chuckled: "Since you know that I am Rice Krispies Batman, you should also know what you will endure next, right?"

Bomber: "..."

"Well..."

The bomber was woken up by the splash, and he was still screaming miserably before he could recover.

Bomber: "Can I stop playing?"

"伱...you are!"

"wait!"

"Yes, it seems you recognized it too."

"I beg you!"

Bomber: "..."

"Change the game?"

Listening to this familiar voice, the bomber immediately recognized the other party's identity: "You are the guy just now!"

Your Russian roulette is played with a fully automatic pistol! ?

The bomber swallowed: "Then, what game are we playing?"

"Have you ever heard that he was the one who dropped the ax?"

"Then change it."

So he immediately hurriedly said: "Can we get another one!"

"You didn't drop anything at all!"

I didn’t expect to meet it for real today!

"Isn't this fun?"

"Okay, since you don't say anything, it's okay."

"Wait, I don't think this game is fun!"

"Crack!"

“It’s okay not to play, there are other options.”

Bomber: Do you think you are very humorous?

"Okay, okay, this time doesn't count."

"This time it's an electric baton!"

"ah--!!"

…………

Fujino took out the magazine, loaded it with Kata, and pointed it at his head again: "Let's start again..."

Fujino shook his head helplessly: "Actually, the voices of children often echo in my head, saying that they want me to play games with people like you..."

Why does it feel familiar?

"It's just that those people before didn't cooperate with me, so I had no choice but to beat them up."

Bomber: "..."

"etc……"

The wails still echoed faintly.

Gradually night falls.

"ah--!!"

Looks pretty determined?

Don’t assume Xiao Hei’s gender, okay?

…………

ten minutes later.

"Actually, you don't have to be too afraid."

He even fainted in the end.

Fujino stretched out his hand, and it was a big blow.

Fujino released his hands, took out two sticks from the robe behind him, and continued in a kind tone: "I have two sticks here, an iron rod, an electric baton, and a wooden stick."

The bomber, whose shirt was beaten to pieces and whose skin was covered in bruises and bruises, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and looked at the stick in front of him, trembling: "This time I chose nothing!"

Bomber: "..."

Xiao Hei, who was wearing a white robe, held a bucket of cold water and poured it on a man sitting in the center of the warehouse with his hands tied to a chair.

Fujino wiped the blood from his fist: "But this next game is really fun, the one that can turn into gray~"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the bomber's mouth. Before Fujino could finish speaking, he interrupted: "Every choice in this game is wrong. Can we change the game?!"

"Tsk, how could I kill you?"

Fujino touched his head kindly: "Obviously you want to die, but I still want you to have fun with me."