"I did all this casually to fool those guys with unknown origins. In fact, we all know that there is nothing wrong with the young master." The man wearing thin-rimmed glasses said with a polite and graceful smile.
But no one cheered, and both Bourbon and Scotland were quiet.
"What's wrong?" Kitagawa Murakami looked at the two of them with some confusion.
At this time, shouldn’t I support myself and say that my boss is indeed fine?
I don’t understand this, how did these two people persist in their careers until now?
"You are wrong." Tsushima Shuji seriously refuted Kitagawa Murasu's words.
"My illness is much more serious than what you said."
"As a professional doctor, can't you see it? I'm obviously very ill!"
"Look, I can't tell who I am anymore." Tsushima Shuji said with a tone full of anxiety.
"Then who are you now?" Kitagawa Murakami was stunned for two seconds, feeling in his heart that the other party was playing a trick on him, but he still asked very cooperatively.
He doesn't mind playing with each other, after all...
This is a very interesting young master.
"Hey? Didn't I say it? I don't know who I am." Tsushima Shuji looked at him with strange eyes.
"Being unable to recognize your identity is not amnesia... If you don't know who you are and know nothing about your past, it is more consistent with amnesia..." Kitagawa Murasu adjusted his glasses and said.
"Amnesia? It doesn't seem impossible..." Shuji Tsushima touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Because the memory of killing my brother with my own hands was too heavy, my brain spontaneously chose to forget that memory and even that person in order to prevent myself from having a mental breakdown..."
"But due to some reasons, there were sudden changes in the way we behave..."
"People can forget their memories, but they cannot betray their physical instincts."
"This statement seems very interesting." Shuji Tsushima thought seriously.
Although it is fake.
Memories can be false, and instincts can also be false.
Just like Sora Sakai and Tita.
Afterwards, Belmod will not change much. At most, he will continue to sink in darkness and never meet an angel.
Kitagawa Murakami suddenly felt a little restless, as if spikes suddenly grew under the soft and comfortable sofa, making him want to get up and run away.
He can choose to forget what the other person just said, even if he doesn't know what those words mean, but...
But that's definitely not something he should know.
What was the other party going to do when he said such a thing in front of him? Just kill him for the reason "you know too much"?
And when he said about killing his brother, he was not talking about the young master himself, right?
Therefore, the other party wants him to help fabricate a false diagnosis?
No, no, no, I can’t continue thinking about it. It’s safest to just pretend I haven’t heard anything.
"Did you hear what I just said?" The young man with black hair and wild eyes suddenly came closer, looked at him, and asked with a smile.
Looking directly at the kite-colored left eye at close range, Kitagawa Murakami controlled himself to look away with difficulty.
Don't look into each other's eyes.
Eyes that seem to have magical powers can stir up the most disgusting things in people's hearts.
"No, I didn't hear anything, please don't worry." Kitagawa Murakami replied without hesitation.
He still understands the truth that the more you know, the faster you will die. After all, he himself has used this reason to deal with many... idiots who have no self-awareness.
But if he was going to be killed for this reason, he didn't want to accept it.
"Didn't you hear? It doesn't matter, then I'll say it again. This time I will say it very clearly, and you will definitely hear it." Tsushima Shuji patted the other party's shoulder in a good temper and said.
Then he repeated what he said before.
Kitagawa Murasuu's expression was a little helpless and melancholy.
He really doesn't want to hear or know this kind of thing...
"Did you hear it clearly this time? Do you need me to say it a third time?" Tsushima Shuji asked in a light voice.
"...I heard it." Kitagawa Murakami lowered his head, his tone helpless.
"Can you remove the gun pressed against my lower back?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Of course, but this gun is not dangerous." Shujima said calmly and moved the gun against the opponent.
"Look." In order to show that the gun was really safe, he even pulled the trigger on the spot.
What was shot from the muzzle was not a bullet, but a perfectly opened black rose.
"A little magician's trick." He took off the rose and said with a smile.
It was not given to anyone, after all...
Black roses cannot be given randomly.
"If I had known earlier, it would be better to refuse the deal from those guys..." As an intelligence dealer who was prosperous in the underground world, Kitagawa Murakami quickly figured out why he was called here and was forced to know
learned things he shouldn't know.
It must be because the guys who made deals with him had issues with their identities.
"Do you want them to know about your new condition? What are their identities?" Kitagawa Murasuu asked.
He had not investigated the identity of that group of people before, after all, it was his rule not to ask about the origins of his trading partners.
But now I can’t stop asking.
"It's the FBI~" Tsushima Shuji didn't mean to hide anything, he answered simply and neatly.
"FBI..." Kitagawa Murakami was speechless for a moment.
After a moment, he showed a slightly helpless smile: "The FBI is not easy to deceive. You have done me a disservice. If they find out that I deceived them..."
Kitagawa Murakami shook his head.
The Japanese police cannot control the FBI from the United States.
"Are you scared? Gongme, who is touted by a group of people as the king of Japan's underground intelligence, is actually afraid of the FBI?" Bourbon sneered and spoke disdainfully.
The reputation of a guy who is touted is always greater than his strength.
"No, I just feel... a little irritated." Two shining silver scalpels appeared in Kitagawa Murasu's hand, and he said while turning the scalpels.
Playing with the FBI, doesn't it sound exciting?
"In this case, I need to inquire about the specific situation in detail and then arrange a suitable condition for you." Kitagawa Murakami used a scalpel to hold up his glasses.
"How did you kill your brother?" he asked.
"First, he shot through his heart, then poured gasoline all over him, and finally lit a fire." Shuji Tsushima made a shooting gesture with his hand and answered calmly and calmly.
"He was burned completely in front of me, leaving only a pile of ashes." Then he spread his hands and said.
"But you have now forgotten that you killed him?" Kitagawa Murakami confirmed.
"Yes, I forgot. I forgot completely. I didn't even know he existed." Tsushima Shuji nodded.