"And...and his appearance doesn't match yours at all!!!" the murderer finally cried and complained.
After listening to the murderer's complaint, everyone present showed a dazed expression.
So the dead...
Was it because he didn't perform well enough and was killed by a customer in a rage?
The legendary...tragedy caused by OOC?
Tsujima Shuji controlled the wheelchair and came to the deceased. He took out a pair of disposable white gloves from his coat pocket and put them on, then stretched out his hand to lift the deceased's face.
After staring for a moment, he silently put down his hand, took off his gloves, and threw them aside.
The dead Mr. Cowherd had quite a lot of makeup on his face.
In order to create the same pale complexion as Shuji Tsushima.
Even the hairstyle is the same.
The figure is also thin.
Regardless of face and temperament, actually...
There is nothing similar except for bandages.
But in this kind of place, under dim lighting, a bandage that symbolizes the other party's characteristics is enough.
Anyway, I can't see exactly what he looks like.
"Don't worry, Brother Tsushima, we won't let reporters know that the deceased was playing the role of a cowherd in your business!" Officer Megure assured, looking at Shuji Tsushima.
The president of Tsushima Club is involved in this kind of entertainment news...
"Ah...it's actually nothing." Shuji Tsushima shook his head.
So what if the news says that the deceased was killed because he was too OOC to play him?
It just proves that he is really popular.
When the other cowherds saw this, they probably had to think carefully about whether they should try to impersonate him to make money.
This will also dispel most of the Cowherd's ideas.
As for the few stubborn Cowherds...
In this case, it would be most appropriate to inform the Nihan Association and Butler Tanaka.
Of course, the Mu Pei Club will not directly destroy the place. As long as they take people to sit in front of those clubs, no customers will dare to enter.
It really doesn't work...
Because OOC kills people, there can be more people.
As long as enough people die, it can always scare others.
Of course, Officer Mumu didn't know these things.
So he felt...
"As expected of Tsushima, you have a broad heart!" Officer Megure said sincerely.
Tsushima Shuji smiled silently, as if to express his agreement with his sentiments.
Shuji Tsushima: Yes, I am so kind and generous.
"In that case, take away the murderer and the body together..." Officer Memu waved his hand.
"Others can leave." He directed the others.
"The club needs to temporarily close today..." He said to the owner of the club.
"Of course, after such an accident, it is impossible for us to continue operating today..." the black boss said.
The owner of the Cowherd shop is also a Cowherd.
Your boss deserves to be your boss.
His business ability is much stronger than that of other Cowherds.
"I'll give everyone a day off today, and I'll share today's commission with you as compensation..." the black-skinned boss said to the cowherds.
A group of cowherds were moved to tears.
The police left, the guests left, and the cowherd left.
Of course, some guests wanted to communicate with Shuji Tsushima before leaving, but Midorikawa Mu stopped them all.
Even if they were stopped, they did not give up. Instead, they smiled and took out their business cards from their handbags. While looking at Tsujima Shuji, they gave the business cards to Midorikawa Mu.
Midorikawa Mu held a hand full of business cards and fell into silence.
Why do you want to hand a business card to a minor?
Kaa is only 14 years old——
You are old enough to be his mother!
What do you want to do to him like this?
Could it be said that it is maternal care?
Midorikawa Mu looked at the lipstick mark on the business card with a complicated expression.
This cannot be the overflow of maternal love!
Don't use the ambiguous tactics between adults on Kaa!
There are also some cowherds who want to observe Tsushima Shuji up close in order to better impersonate each other and prevent another OOC accident from happening again.
They were all pulled away by the boss.
Until everyone left, only Shuji Tsushima, Mu Midorikawa, and the boss were left.
"Those business cards..." Tsushima Shuji looked at Midorikawa Mu.
"What did you say?" Midorikawa Wumo threw all the business cards into the barrel and turned around.
He poured all the wine on the table into the barrel.
"...No, it's nothing." Shuji Tsushima looked at the business card soaked in wine and shook his head.
"Underage people shouldn't think about these things." Midorikawa Wu showed a caring smile.
"Obviously there are quite a few underage people in Neon who date the opposite sex and even hit home runs..." Shuji Tsushima muttered.
"At least we can wait until you are sixteen and reach high school to talk about this." Midorikawa smiled without making any mistakes.
"Well, if you do adult things too early, it will affect your growth." Midorikawa marked Tsushima Shuji's height.
"Maybe you won't even be 1.8 meters tall in the future." He looked pityful.
Shuji Tsushima: ...I don’t know whether I will still have a chance to go to high school...
And grow taller...
Ever since he asked the system if he was really 1.7 meters tall when he was 14 years old, his height...
Something went wrong.
Got a little shorter.
About the same height as a dark slug...
No, it's still at least three centimeters taller than the slug.
Shuji Tsushima: I should have known better than to ask. There is no need to be so restorative about height——
"Did you come to Neon because you have too much time?" Shuji Tsushima glanced at the man sitting on the dead man's sofa drinking.
"No, no, no, it's just too boring over there." The black-skinned boss waved his hand.
"Want a drink?" asked Midorikawa Mu.
"Thank you, but no need." Midorikawa said impolitely.
"Young Master, would you like a drink?" Compared to the other cowherds in deep v-shirts, the dark-skinned man wore a simple white shirt. Of course, the trick was that a few buttons were left unbuttoned and the sleeves were rolled up.
Show your arms.
Chest muscles, looming abdominal muscles, and arm muscles.
A hormonal scent that most women can't resist.
And... honey-colored eyes filled with affection every second.
"No." Tsushima Shuji ignored the other party's dissolute appearance and decisively refused.
"Next time I see a cowherd playing me..."
"I'll strip you naked, tie you up on Tokyo Tower, and blow up into fireworks." The black-haired boy said with a kind smile.
How could it be such a coincidence that the deceased happened to be the cowherd in his business.
The murderer also happens to be his...um...avid fan?
I just happened to be in this club.
"It's so scary... It's a shame that I thought you were an angel, young master, and wanted to fall into the arms of the Lord." Moscato sighed.
"But don't worry, this will never happen again in the future."
"After all, I can't stand these fakes." The man put the cup back on the wine tower, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently.
The wine glasses piled up from goblets suddenly collapsed and the glasses shattered on the floor.