Chapter seven hundred and sixty-one Black Kate's large figure
Brandy parked the car in front of the apartment.
Shuji Tsushima and the others got out of the car and walked towards the apartment.
The black car was still parked downstairs after the three people left.
It wasn't until the three of them were completely out of sight that Brandy stepped on the accelerator and left.
When the three returned to the apartment, they were greeted by a calico cat and a Shiba Inu.
Shuji Tsushima easily caught the calico cat and avoided the Shiba Inu.
"Long time no see, Madara, it seems that Butler Tanaka has not forgotten you." Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa holding the calico cat, and said while smoothing the cat's fur.
They stayed in the hospital for a week. Without Tanaka the housekeeper, Madara and Harrow would have starved to death.
"Sure enough, I'm not suitable for raising anything. I'm really sorry for bringing you back, Madara." His voice was low.
After all, a guy like him doesn't care about his own life, nor does he care about other people or things...
What qualifications do you have to own a cat?
I can’t love people, so I can only love cats or something…
He can't even love cats anymore.
"Meow." The calico cat stretched out comfortably.
[I live a good life here, there are endless cans of cat food, and the bed is very comfortable.] The calico cat rubbed Tsushima Shuji's hand and meowed.
"Really... As long as you like it." The black-haired boy with wild eyes stroked the cat with an incredibly gentle expression.
Toru Amuro carried Haro and sat on another sofa, then weighed the Shiba Inu in a natural movement.
No problem, no lightness.
Not only is it not light, it is even heavier.
"Since Shuichi Akai is coming soon, it's time to arrange a welcome ceremony." Shuji Tsushima put the calico cat on the sofa, stood up and walked to the room.
Pulled out a laptop.
Then his hands started typing on the keyboard.
"What are you doing?" Toru Amuro asked.
"Ah, I'm sending game invitations to some people." Shuji Tsushima looked at the screen and said with a chuckle.
"Game invitation?" Scotland asked in a confused tone.
"Everyone is invited to participate in the game [Life Zone]." Shuji Tsushima said.
"Forget that you don't know. I've experienced it with Vique and Brandy before. Well, it's a very interesting game anyway." Shuji Tsushima said in a joking tone.
"Want to try?" He found two helmet registers from the cabinet on the side and handed them to Bourbon and Scotland.
The two looked at each other and put on their helmets.
Shuji Tsushima didn't pay attention to the two people who entered the game, and just continued to type on the keyboard.
[Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?]
[All answers can be found in the restricted area of life.]
[This is a game in which only the brave and the devil can survive to the end.]
[Do you have the courage to join?]
[yes or no]
Shuji Tsushima looked at the invitation letter with blood red fonts and nodded.
"That should be enough. Let's see how many people are willing to participate." He said and hit the enter key.
Then he closed the computer.
This is just a head count. Those who choose yes will receive gifts from Shuji Tsushima in the future.
The game login helmet of Life Zone.
It's completely free.
No, it was not sent by Shuji Tsushima.
But...it was given by the umbrella company.
"The righteous detective Tsujima Shuji led his friends and the FBI to overthrow the evil Umbrella Company's conspiracy and saved the lives of many players." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin thoughtfully and said.
The script of Tsujima Shuji, Light of Justice, is also good.
Although it feels disgusting.
But now he is almost the spokesperson of police justice.
He carried the computer back to the room.
Never mind the bourbon and scotch on the couch.
The two of them probably won't quit the game for a while.
After all, when I originally played Wei Que, the game ended after I was killed hundreds of times and then successfully counterattacked.
It should be faster if there are two people using Bourbon and Scotch.
Two people, fighting against Gin, Tiamali, Penaud, Chablis, Chianti, Cohen, Trinidad, Moscato, Laphroaig, Negroni, Bronx...
He will probably die dozens of times.
But it has nothing to do with him.
Tsushima Shuji lay on the bed in his room and rolled slowly.
Then he stared at the wall without moving.
Under his gaze, the projection slowly opened.
A man dressed as a priest appeared in the projection.
The background looks like a church, with a statue of God holding a Bible behind him.
The man in the robe has long silver-white hair, his eyes are covered with black ribbons, and his smile is full of divine brilliance.
But at this moment, the other party's hand held something completely inconsistent with his temperament.
Black, made of ceramic, wearing a suit coat, cat.
The one with a bandage on his right eye.
It looks like Black Kate in a detective's house.
"Look, Xiuji, this is your handicraft. Although it is not one ten thousandth as cute as me, it is still very cute." The priest with long silver hair smiled elegantly in the church and held the handicraft, as if he was very proud.
Said generally.
"You actually watch anime..." Tsushima Shuji complained with a numb expression.
A guy who has lived for who knows how long.
Previously, he had lied to Shuji Tsushima, who had lost his memory, saying that what he wanted most was eternal life.
Tsushima Shuji's memory confusion is inseparable from the other party.
"Because it was prepared by you, Xiu Zhi, I will watch no matter what program it is." The priest said with a bright and holy smile.
"The first Renya Karasuma ate what you gave him, so he stayed young forever." The black-haired boy was lying on the bed, his expression and tone were exactly the same cold.
"Whose blood did the last Karasuma Renye drink?" he said.
"This..." The silver-haired priest smiled and put down the figure in his hand.
"Xiuzhi, don't you already know? With your intelligence, do you still need to ask me?" He said gently with an elegant smile.
"Just to confirm." Tsushima Shuji said casually.
"Rather than boring things like this, let's talk about the role of a detective in a play house. Xiuji, have you drawn my character?" the priest asked expectantly.
"Draw it, you are the crow who looks like a bad guy at first sight." Shuji Tsushima said with certainty.
"It's obviously Renya Karasuma. Shuji, you didn't draw me at all. Even the kind of guy who can be thrown away at will can have the image you drew yourself, but I, as a father, can't have it..." Father
His expression was pitiful, as if he was confessing to God.
What he said was gentle and arrogant.
He regards Karasuma Renya as trash that can be thrown away at will, but he is still upset that Tsushima Shuji did not draw an anime character for him.
"Because you have no sense of existence at all." Tsushima Shuji said lazily and confidently.
The shield was so easy to use that no one even knew the adoptive father existed.
And the adoptive father himself does not seek a sense of existence.
So the crow is the ultimate villain.
It has nothing to do with this one.
"Then I will change to a role with a little more presence." The priest thought seriously for a moment and said with a smile.
"Whatever you want, I'm going to bed." Shuji Tsushima turned over.
"In this case, then..." The priest's tone was helpless.
"Good night, Xiuzhi." He said indulgently.
The projection went out and Tsushima Shuji raised his hand.
His iris-colored eyes stared at his hands.
He can confirm one thing.
That is, the blood wine Karasuma Renye drank back then...
It's his.
"Really... So what did you turn me into..." His hands dropped heavily and he sighed feebly.