Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

Shibuya district.

An Zeliang stepped out of the taxi and took a look at the scenery in front of him.

As one of the top three crime-rate areas in Tokyo's 23 wards, Shibuya has a very complex street population. There are black and white foreigners, as well as will-o'-the-wisp boys and girls dressed in very exaggerated styles... Street garbage can also be seen everywhere.

In a word, chaos.

An Zeliang looked up at the camera. It was pretty much the same as he remembered. It didn't monitor the entire area. The camera was also an old model with limited functions.

"The capital of crime, the Japanese Gotham."

An Zeliang sighed and had the urge to take out his keyboard and type PANZER, but when he thought about it carefully, there were many gangs in Shibuya, and they probably had guns hidden in their dens. It would be better to type PAINKILLER1-999-724-654-5537, which would be the safest way to become invincible.

Thinking in his mind, An Zeliang walked towards his destination.

boom!

Suddenly, his shoulder was hit hard by the Will-O-Ghost boy who was passing by.

"It's just a waste——!"

Following a roar that was extremely difficult to make with a tongue-twisting sound, the Will-O-W-Fire boy with a Mohawk and a skull mask waved his hands violently, and several spirited young men with weird hairstyles behind him gathered around tacitly, blocking An Zeliang on the road.

The collar of his Mohawk was open, revealing a huge set of abdominal muscles. He lifted up his leather jacket to show it to An Zeliang, and skillfully clicked his tongue and roared.

"Fuck, you made my clothes dirty!"

"This is what the boss bought yesterday!"

The other brothers immediately agreed.

"Compensation, this guy must be made to pay!"

The man with the Mohawk looked at An Zeliang's young appearance, sneered, pulled down his mask, stretched out three fingers, and arrogantly stood in front of An Zeliang.

"Little brat, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't talk about breaking my arms and legs... Give me 300,000 yen to buy me a new set of clothes, and you can leave now."

"Otherwise... hehe."

With a swish, the man with the Mohawk pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, and with a ferocious expression, he licked the blade with the tip of his tongue. The threat he expressed was obvious.

The other younger brothers also laughed sinisterly. If this happened in a horror novel, he would have to be a great elder of the Soul Palace at least.

Seeing this, An Zeliang thought for a moment and spoke.

"You know, if you always expose your belly when you wear clothes, you will catch a cold and have diarrhea all the time."

"...Ah?" The Mohawk-haired man was confused by this irrelevant talk.

"We must listen to our ancestors' words." An Zeliang smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Let me help you get dressed."

"... "

Three minutes later, An Zeliang was already standing in the dark alley.

The Mohawk was kneeling in front of him with a bruised face and nose, his leather jacket neatly worn. The other brothers were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly, twitching occasionally.

"Boss, I was really wrong. I will dress properly, walk properly, and never bump into anyone again..."

The Mohawk-haired guy cried and confessed, tears constantly flowing through his purple eye sockets, and his facial muscles twitched in pain.

"Don't be like that. I still like to see you with your hands in your pockets, looking like you have no rivals in the world."

An Zeliang touched the pocket of his mohawk and took out a new skull mask, and immediately looked a little disgusted.

"Are there no other styles?"

"No, no more." The Mohawk-haired man replied subconsciously, but quickly changed his words halfway, "Yes, yes, I can go to the convenience store and buy... one."

"Forget it, I'm in a hurry, this is it."

An Zeliang shook the mask, put it on his face, and then suddenly stretched out his hand.

Snapped!

A slap landed on the Mohawk man’s face.

"...Boss?"

The man with the Mohawk covered his face with his hands, his eyes full of humiliation, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Just now, he and a few brothers used all their skills, waving the folding knives in their hands with great vigor, and saying all kinds of cruel words in the underworld... Then An Zeliang took a minute to knock down everyone, and another two minutes to drive everyone to the alley, knocking them down one by one, leaving him kneeling on the ground, trembling.

It’s hard to beat several people, let alone one person.

The man with the Mohawk haircut could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Snapped!

An Zeliang slapped the man on both sides of the Mohawk head with his backhand again, hitting them almost the same size. Then he withdrew his hand and said with a smile.

"You really want to take revenge on me?"

"My territory is at 3-2-2 Sakuragaokacho, Shibuya-ku. My name is Shunsuke Odani. Bring your people and come to me."

The Mohawk guy was suddenly panicked and spoke quickly.

"No, no... How could that be? The boss beat me for my own good. I know his intentions..."

Snapped!

An Zeliang slapped him again, interrupting the Mohawk-haired man's words with his action, and said with a smile.

"No, you have to come."

"The street scenery in Shibuya is beautiful, and Fukushima is also nice. If you haven't been there, you can consider going there for vacation."

The man with the Mohawk covered his face, with a bloody mark on the corner of his mouth. He stared at An Zeliang blankly, a little confused.

Why are there still people forcing others to take revenge on themselves?

are you crazy!

"Why aren't you talking? Do you really like drinking Fukushima water and eating Fukushima rice?"

"No, it's not!" The Mohawk-haired man shook his head frantically, and then nodded frantically, "I, I will definitely go, please rest assured!"

"I will wait for you."

An Zeliang walked out of the alley and breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say, it feels a little bit good to be a bad guy, but you can’t do it too often, otherwise the five-star rating will be ruined.

"The Will-O-Wisp boys should all have motorcycles. I'll walk over and they'll ride over. That should be just right."

An Zeliang had extraordinary physical strength. He walked and strolled along the way, bought a bottle of drink, and leisurely strolled to Sakuragaokacho 3-2-2.

This is a pinball parlor, which is a gambling arcade where you play small steel pinballs.

However, at this time, a large lucky cat and several pots of decorative flowers placed at the door had all been thrown to the ground, making a mess.

More than a dozen motorcycles were neatly parked at the door. The man with the Mohawk and the brothers he called all had bruises on their faces. The brothers were dressed in black, while the man with the Mohawk was wearing a pure white team leader's uniform with a dragon tattooed on the back. The design was very exaggerated, and he was holding a stick in his hand.

Where's his folding knife?

An Zeliang was puzzled for a moment, then he touched his pocket, and found that he had just put the money away.

"Otani Shunsuke, I'm here to see you!"

The mohawk growled.

"Who the hell are you?"

The gangsters in the pinball parlor were angry, but there was also a hint of confusion on their faces.

Odani Shunsuke is indeed the boss behind the pachinko hall, and is also the confidant of the second-in-command. He is usually responsible for some shady jobs, but he has been to the police station several times before, and once he was almost sentenced to life imprisonment, so he is quite cautious in character and will not easily cause trouble in public.

So even though the gangsters' store was smashed by this group of weirdos, they did not kill them. They just beat them up severely.

As a result, the man with the mohawk not only did not leave, but became even more excited, and now he even revealed the name of the boss behind the pinball hall...

This guy doesn’t seem to be simple!

"Tell Odani Shunsuke that things have changed over time. He bullied me to the point of death. I'm here to take revenge!"

At this time, the Mohawk-haired man wanted to cry but had no tears. He really wanted to leave, but he was also afraid that once he left, he would find himself floating on the water of Fukushima when he opened his eyes again. He could only grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

He felt that the young boy asked him to do this in order to test his bloodiness. As long as he could hold on long enough, he would definitely be able to return alive.

"Fuck you, you're crazy!"

The gangsters were speechless. After greeting each other, they started swinging their fists again and beat up the Mohawk-haired man and others.

No one saw a figure calmly turn into the alley and then walk to the back door of the pinball shop.

"There's someone here." An Zeliang stopped in a hidden place and looked at the two people at the back door.

They were pushing a cart with two small steel ball machines on it. They probably saw a fight going on at the front door, so they went in through the back door.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The two chatted as they entered the password. One of them bent down, opened his eyes wide, and scanned the pupils. Only then did the advanced electronic lock open.

"Tell me, what exactly does the password set by Mr. Kotani mean?"

"It's probably randomly generated by the computer. I advise you not to ask. Once a team member asked curiously and was taken away by Mr. Xiao Gu. When he appeared again, he could only remain silent."

"horrible."

Squeak!

The heavy back door slowly closed, and the voices of the two were completely cut off.

Afterwards, An Zeliang also walked to the door. He knew there was no camera at the back door, so he was very relaxed.

Odani Shunsuke is a cautious person. The password of the electronic lock is indeed randomly generated by the computer and is changed every Monday. The reason why he makes it clear that the password cannot be asked is to make people think that the password has special meaning.

It's just a simple sleight of hand.

Even if an outsider knows the password, the backdoor still has pupil verification, making it difficult to get in and cause trouble.

However, An Zeliang just stretched out his book and pressed six numbers on the keyboard one by one.

"drop--!"

The green screen of the electronic lock suddenly turned red.

After a few seconds, the pupil verification was closed, the screen of the electronic password lock turned gray, the deadbolt opened automatically, and the heavy door slowly popped out, welcoming An Zeliang back.

233689.

This is the year and date when Shunsuke Odani was arrested and taken to police station. The sum of the several digits is also the administrator password of his backdoor.

In this world, it is estimated that only Shunsuke Otani and the second-in-command know this password, and only Shunsuke Otani knows the meaning of the password.

Of course...An Zeliang is an exception.

"Mr. Kotani, when you cried and thanked me for your training in the simulation and told me the meaning behind the code, my simulated personality was really touched."

An Zeliang walked into the store casually as if he was shopping, without even looking at the chaos at the door, and walked into the study on the second floor with familiarity.

Because the Mohawk guy made so much noise and called out the name of Odani Shunsuke, the boss behind the scenes, almost everyone in the store ran out. The few who were left were in the front hall and didn't notice An Zeliang at all.

An Zeliang closed the study door and took out three books of special weight one by one.

“Squeak—”

A small secret door on the wall popped open, revealing a safe behind it.

"Hey, you Japanese gangsters are too ceremonial, all fancy and useless."

After solving two puzzles in a row, An Zeliang became a little impatient. He walked over and turned the combination knob of the safe to the correct position, and finally took out the things inside.

They were several thick account books, some of which had yellowed pages, showing how long they had been there.

"According to Shunsuke Odani's personality, he didn't even separate the account books into several safes. It seems that the struggle between his wife and the second-in-command was really fierce. Shunsuke Odani must have been busy outside during this period and didn't have time to buy a second insurance for himself."

An Zeliang pulled out a chair and sat behind the desk. He quickly flipped through the account book and took a pen to circle a few key parts.

shhhhh--

While I was painting, I heard hurried footsteps and the study door was suddenly opened.

An Zeliang raised his head and met the eyes of the manager of the pinball hall. The other person had blood on his buzz cut and his body was in a mess.

The Mohawk guy works really hard, he even dares to cut open the gangster's head.