I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

"Still being stubborn?" Before the man in the suit could react, one of his underlings exploded.

The underling snorted coldly. He slowly walked around to Zhu Yu's front, the sharp dagger in his hand gleaming coldly in the dim light. "You'd better think carefully before you speak, or this knife won't have eyes." The blade lightly sliced ​​across Zhu Yu's neck, leaving a bloody mark in an instant, with drops of blood trickling out from the wound.

【HP-300】

"Alright, you can step back now." The man in the suit gave a pretentious reprimand, raised his hand and pressed a button on the remote control. A video was instantly projected onto the snow-white wall—the scene of Zhu Yu dragging a small-time thug NPC out of the alley and throwing him at the entrance of the hospital.

After the recording ended, he pressed the pause button and said in a gentle tone, "Now, Miss Meichuan, can you explain how you met this person?"

The younger brother immediately stepped forward, roughly pinched her cheek, and threatened, "Hurry up and talk."

Strands of hair fell messily across her cheeks, and sweat mixed with dust made her look disheveled.

She slowly looked back at the man in the suit, thought for a moment, and then answered.

Chapter 48: Maintaining the character's persona~

"do not know."

Her current character setting is "an ordinary girl who was kidnapped after being noticed by dark forces by accident," isn't that the setting of some female protagonists in gangster novels?

Since that's the case, she also needs to demonstrate qualities such as "unyielding strength," "unyielding pride in the face of threats," and "kindness and gentleness." So even if the other party has already presented crucial evidence, she will deny it to the death.

Zhu Yu mentally gave herself a big thumbs up for her intelligence: Now the persona is established.

Upon hearing this, the man in the suit immediately turned cold, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

He tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, the tapping sound seeming to silently question: Is this the answer you can give?

He gave her a look, and the underling understood immediately. He grabbed Zhu Yu's hair with one hand and gripped her shoulder with the other, his nails digging into her flesh, successfully inflicting 10 points of damage on her. He threatened viciously, "If you don't tell the truth today, you're not leaving this room. I have plenty of ways to make you talk!"

Zhu Yu silently turned down the volume—this NPC's voice is so loud.

His eyes glazed over as he thought: Why haven't Dazai and the others arrived yet? This constant story progression is so boring. Can't we just wipe out all these red-named NPCs now...?

When she hung up, the little man's expression was blank. In the eyes of the underling, it meant that he hadn't taken his words to heart at all. His chest heaved violently as he was burning with rage, and he pulled out his knife and stabbed it hard into Zhu Yu's right hand.

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping from his fingertips onto the ground, spreading a dark red stain in the dust.

【HP-1000】

The man in the suit watched coldly, and seeing that his underling was serious, he gave him a word of advice: "Don't hurt his internal organs or eyes, they're still useful."

"Understood, boss."

Fortunately, the villain still had enough health, otherwise Zhu Yu would have had a hard time suppressing his speechlessness and smashing these red-named players to the ground.

Aside from the time when they first entered the game, players have never suffered such injustice!

Zhu Yu, still fuming, put down her phone to calm herself. Once her anger, which had been burning the NPC, had subsided somewhat, she picked up her phone again and looked at the screen, only to see—

The once intact interrogation room was like a withered leaf swept up by a gale; the walls that were once indestructible were now like fragile pieces of paper, raising a storm of dust and gravel.

A figure glowing red approached slowly, its back to the moonlight, stepping on the scattered debris.

He wore a sharp-tailored suit, and beneath his black hat was bright ochre hair, which stood out like a burning sun in the night.

The man in the suit drew a gun from his waistband and pointed it at him: "How did you find this place!"

"This is Standard Part's stronghold, are you going to be our enemy—" Before he could finish speaking, his face was slammed into the ground with a punch.

Blood spurted out instantly.

His vision went black for a moment, and he struggled to open his eyes to stare at the attacker, only to find that it was not the ochre-haired boy who had just appeared, but the girl he had always thought was a harmless prey.

The moonlight poured over the girl like quicksilver, her black hair billowing in the night wind, casting a living shadow. Her eyes—those dark eyes that seemed to swallow the moonlight—reflected her distorted face.

His pupils contracted violently in fear.

The unspoken pleas for mercy were swallowed by the sound of a fist cutting through the air, as light as a paper cutter slicing through paper.

When his fist pressed against his abdomen, he heard the muffled thud of his internal organs being squeezed, and the sensation of his ribs breaking was so clear, as if someone had snapped a bundle of dry branches right next to his ear.

When those dark eyes looked down, he saw a void more chilling than the dark muzzle of a gun—there was no killing intent, no anger, only a calm as deep as the ocean.

Just like when a person steps on an ant, they don't need to feel any emotion.

He realized that death was imminent.

"Wait..." Broken pleas for mercy, mixed with blood and foam, spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The moonlight was shining on her neck, where a fresh knife wound was bleeding, its bright red color glaringly obvious.

Her right hand, covered in blood, hung limply at her side, bleeding continuously. The blood dripped onto the ground and quickly pooled into a puddle.

The girl tilted her head, as if she had seen some novel creature: "Ah... still awake?"

The last thing he saw was a blood-stained fist—

*

Upon seeing Chuuya, Zhu Yu realized that Dazai's plan had finally begun.

The original plan was to use her as a "fishing bait," and she had to cooperate obediently so that the organization's people would kidnap her back to their base.

Dazai left a tracker on her, and they will soon be able to take down their base by tracking its location.

"You just need to rest well for this mission," Dazai said casually.

Zhu Yu accepted the offer with some skepticism. After all, the worst that could happen was that the game would just AFK and maybe the task would be completed eventually.

However, this Buddhist-like mentality completely crumbled in the face of these arrogant NPCs.

She glanced at Chuuya, who made a dashing entrance, then coldly freed herself from the ropes and proceeded to brutally beat up the group of despicable NPCs.

There wasn't even enough time to replenish their blood.

They even abandoned the more lethal superpowers and chose the most impactful button-pressing action—the fist.

Ora Ora Ora Ora—Go to hell!

She frantically pressed the attack button.

Chuuya was left standing there, completely stunned: ...

Soon all the enemies lay sprawled on the ground, blood flowing everywhere, as if the ground had been maliciously smeared.

Zhu Yu coldly surveyed the battlefield, finally satisfied and habitually reaching out to touch the corpses.

"drop--"

A drop of blood dripped from her right hand onto the ground.

"Kuko, you...you're injured!" Chuuya Nakahara found himself unable to look away from the wound on her hand; each streak of blood burned a bright red mark on his retina. Moving his gaze upward, he quickly noticed the fine, beaded wound on the side of her neck—any deeper and it would have severed a major artery.

Chuuya Nakahara suddenly felt cold, and his eyes were filled with only that bloodshot color. He rushed forward to carry Zhu Yu to treat her wounds: "Don't move, I'll take you to get treatment."

"Ah..." Zhu Yu pressed down on Nakahara Chuuya's hand, quite calmly, "Chuuya, calm down. I just need to replenish my health."

"How can I stay calm... If I had known you would get hurt, I would have gone through the trouble of investigating this organization's whereabouts slowly. You wouldn't have gotten hurt then."

Chuuya's cobalt blue eyes were fixed on her face. She looked especially pale due to excessive blood loss, and her lips had lost their usual color.

When she was on a mission, she could avoid all harm with her special ability, and he had never seen her so badly injured.

Anxious and somewhat disoriented, he momentarily forgot the magical items Zhu Yu had once given him: "Alright, come with me!"

"Wait, Chuuya, I—" Just eat a prop!

Zhu Yu, who had lost too much blood and was now under the [Weakness] debuff, was no match for Chuuya in his prime and was about to be pulled away.

A voice interrupted Chuuya Nakahara's actions.

"Don't touch her."

Chapter 49 An NPC's Thoughts Are Hard to Guess

His voice was even hoarser than I had imagined.

As he strode over, his leather shoes made a sticky sound as they stepped over the pool of blood. Moonlight streamed down from the sky, casting a somber glow on the other half of his face, which was not bandaged, and his trembling eyelashes cast spiderweb-like shadows: "Hey, you little slug who can't understand human speech, let [Kuzi] finish what he has to say first."

Well done, Dazai!

Zhu Yu wanted to give him an approving look, but found that the little man, Dazai, kept turning his head away and looking in another direction.

"Dazai?" she called out.

"Hmm?" he responded, but still didn't look over.

Strange.

Zhu Yu pulled a bottle of blood-boosting strawberry milk from her backpack, took a few sips, and then put it back.

The wounds on my hands and neck healed rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Having successfully replenished her health, Zhu Yu was lively and energetic again.

"Ah, sorry [Kuko], I was too hasty just now." Nakahara Chuuya finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that her wound had stopped bleeding. The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, forming a gentle smile. "Really, you scared me to death [Kuko]."

"It's alright, Chuuya, I'm very strong. Even if Chuuya dies, I won't die." Zhu Yu said confidently, after all, players can revive on the spot.

Caught off guard by the assumption that he was "dead," Chuuya gave a forced smile: "Heh, is that so?"

Sensing a hint of murderous intent, Zhu Yu reacted swiftly, grabbing Chuuya's hand and meeting his gaze with focused attention. That instant of eye contact felt like a feather gently landing on her heart, tickling her.

"Thank you for your concern, Chuuya. I'm so happy." After she finished speaking, she circled around Chuuya to express her joy.

Chuuya Nakahara paused for a moment, then lowered his eyelashes, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the side: "...I didn't help you, why are you thanking me?"

His voice lowered a few decibels.

Then he quickly raised his head and said solemnly, "It won't happen again."

"Can't do what?" Zhu Yu asked, puzzled.

His lips tightened slightly, and his jawline tightened a bit, as if confirming some kind of determination: "I won't let you put yourself in danger again."

“If we encounter any more obstacles—we’ll sweep them away together!” As he said this, his cobalt blue eyes shone brightly.

Chuuya! The player's best friend (crying)

Zhu Yu couldn't suppress the smile on her face; all she wanted to do was hook her arm around Chuuya's shoulder and sing with fervor, "Friends for life, those days are gone forever~"

Just as the atmosphere was perfect, Zhu Yu suddenly felt a somewhat damp and cold gaze, like damp moss crawling down the back of her neck, causing her to involuntarily follow that gaze back.

Dazai stood a few steps away, watching them. His lips were pursed into a straight line, but his eyes shone with an unusual brightness, gleaming coolly in the night.

Zhu Yu manipulated the little figure to run over and initiate a conversation: "Dazai, hello."

"Hmm." He uttered a single word softly, the syllable as short and sharp as an icicle falling to the ground.

He still couldn't meet Zhu Yu's gaze. His eyes went past her shoulder and looked at a point in the distance, as if there was something more worthy of attention there.

"Is Dazai unhappy?" Zhu Yu initiated the conversation again.

The dark cloud above Dazai's head had already betrayed his true feelings.

"No, [Kuzi]. The mission was successfully completed, what's there to be unhappy about?" Dazai Osamu's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth reflexively curved into a perfect arc.

Something conspicuously red seemed to flash before my eyes.

"Are you really alright?" Zhu Yu couldn't help but ask, taking a few steps closer.

Damn it, what's with this little dark cloud this time!

Osamu Dazai, what's on his mind like an NPC!

Dazai Osamu suddenly turned his face away and pushed Zhu Yu away slightly: "I already said there's nothing left... Now that the mission is over, I'll be leaving."

This time, the voice was as soft as a sigh, the last syllable lingering in the air like a wisp of smoke that could not be grasped.

He left quickly, at a pace that was unusual for him, his clothes fluttering, and his strides were so fast it was as if someone was chasing him.

I hallucinate a little black cat with its fur standing on end running away...

Zhu Yu seemed to see a system notification pop up—[Dazai Osamu has refused to talk to you and has chosen to leave].

No!

Dazai can't possibly be hiding from the players...