Agata Was in Yokohama
Chapter 2
When Tsunayoshi woke up, he was in a state of fear and confusion. The pain and numbness in his wrists and ankles were transmitted through his delicate nerves to the center of his brain. After a long while, he came back to his senses. Oh right, on a bright and beautiful morning, he was carrying breakfast and witnessed a one-sided chase between Mafia members at the port of Yokohama. As an eyewitness of the incident from beginning to end, he was caught by the orange-haired Mafia member.
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G Tian Tsunayoshi, 14 years old in the New Year, encountered an accident and died in a foreign land. Mom, I'm sorry.
"Awake?"
A languid voice came from the front. Tsunayoshi's heavy eyelids fluttered open. So tired, so painful, am I going to die?
His chaotic thoughts converged to one point — he hasn't been killed?
Is he still alive?
Chūya sat comfortably in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a lit cigarette. He was driving on the road facing the direct sunlight.
"Ugh …" Tsunayoshi subconsciously wanted to say something, but his mouth was stuffed with a foreign object and he couldn't speak. His hands and feet were tightly bound by thick hemp rope. His brown eyes flashed left and right. Hoodlums, a moving car, and him being kidnapped.
Great, I'm not dead.
The brown-haired teenager breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
"Hey, are you mute? Or do you want to die?!"
Tsunayoshi: "…"
Then don't stuff my mouth with it!
Bastard!
The brakes came to a sudden halt, and the car entered the front of a luxurious bungalow. Nakayama also unfastened his seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the driver's seat. Then, he opened the back door and pulled out the young man whose limbs were tied into a lump, and pulled out the cloth stuffed in his mouth.
In an instant, Tsunayoshi, who had obtained the right to speak again, gasped heavily and greedily inhaled the air. His brown eyes carefully glanced at the delinquent youth who had kidnapped him, and he thought uncertainly that he should not be dead.
Although Tsunayoshi's grades in school were slightly worse and his physical fitness was unreliable, it was commendable that he had a flexible and logical mind at crucial moments. For example, at this moment, he thought that since the orange-haired delinquent in front of him didn't kill him immediately after he witnessed the whole incident, then he should have spared his life. Thinking of this, his trembling body couldn't help but tremble.
"Get in here." The cold electronic voice spoke clearly after Chūya used his fingerprint to unlock the door.
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This is … Tsunayoshi secretly glanced at Chūya. What a unique voice setting, but he did not hear anything. That's right!
His ears are not very good.
Chūya's face instantly darkened after hearing the electronic voice. That bastard Taizai had betrayed him, and now he still wanted to cause trouble for him!
Not only did he install a sniper in his luxury car, but he also changed the smart voice of his house!
Kill him!
Absolutely kill him!
Chūya carried the teenager into the house, and the door automatically closed. "Good job getting out." The cold electronic voice sounded again.
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Have you experienced absolute freeze?
This was probably what Tsunayoshi was experiencing right now.
Full of cold air blew against his face, dispersing the summer heat outside. It was as if he was placed in an ice cellar.
Tsunayoshi's face was bitter. Could he say that he did not hear anything?
It was obvious that this dangerous person was being pranked, and then he unfortunately became a listener. Oh no, he was deaf, he did not hear anything.
"Don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person. I will make someone pay for his sins."
Chūya casually threw Tsunayoshi into the long sofa in a parabola. Even though his tendons were bulging, he was still a reasonable person. He was different from Taizai who was despised by others. He was a respected and loved cadre in the port organization.
Tsunayoshi's butt heavily hit the sofa, and then the elastic force made his whole body bounce.
His body, even if he was young, couldn't withstand this kind of torture. And this casual throw was obviously full of emotion!
Tsunayoshi raised his neck and boldly looked around his field of vision. The interior of the house was super luxurious, comparable to a five star hotel. No, it was at the level of a super five star hotel. At the top of the stairs, there was a dark wine cabinet filled with many bottles of exquisite wine. Tsunayoshi did not know much about wine, but this was a wine series that made people feel that it must be very expensive.
"What do you think? My house is not bad, right?"
Chūya sat comfortably on the single sofa, raised his legs and wantonly crossed them on the wine-red tea table.
Could you place the tea table closer to the sofa?
Tsunayoshi's soul of complaining always woke up from time to time. Even if his life was threatened, he would never stop complaining!
"It's very luxurious." Tsunayoshi said in a low voice, "It's bigger than my house."
"Your house?" Chūya asked casually, "What's your house like?"
"My house?"
Tsunayoshi said directly without thinking, "It's a very ordinary residential house. There are two floors and a courtyard to dry clothes."
"Where do you live?"
"If I tell you, will you let me go?" Tsunayoshi asked timidly. He was afraid.
"Did I say I won't let you go?" Chūya raised his eyebrows and said.
"You caught me." If he let him go, why would he tie him up and bring him here?
"You fainted yourself. I brought you back out of kindness." Chūya yawned and said perfunctorily.
"Eh, is that so?" Tsunayoshi was stunned. It seemed to be the case. He fainted at the port.
"Yes, I can't let you lie down in Yokohama Port and sleep with the sea breeze."
"Oh, then thank you, that … little sir."
What?
Zhong Yue also jumped up abruptly. His relaxed muscles tensed up, his blue cat eyes contracted abruptly, and his sideburns could materialize a symbol of the Chinese character "Jingzi", all of which revealed his abnormal low pressure at the moment.
"What did you call me just now?" Chūya stood up and stared at Tsunayoshi condescendingly with his hands in his pockets.
"Little sir."
Tsunayoshi obediently repeated the address just now. Please allow him to explain. He had been very cautious about how to address him, but he didn't know what the other party's name was. He was also very conflicted. The first thing he thought of was sir, but he felt that he would call the other party old. If he called him classmate, Tsunayoshi felt that this person shouldn't be a student. Then … should he call him brother?
It was still very strange. In the end, Tsunayoshi thought carefully. He couldn't call the other party that, right? Sir was a form of address for men. Since the other party was still very young, then he should add a prefix.
Therefore, he didn't understand why this bad person who kidnapped him suddenly became angry. Could it be?
Could it be?
Did this kidnapper really want to kill him to silence him?
Tsunayoshi's face was sullen. In just a few seconds, several images of dying appeared in the center of his brain.
For example, a cold dagger was stabbed into his heart, his blood gradually coagulated, and finally stopped at the age of 14 forever; for example, a thick hemp rope was slowly tightening around his neck, his body gradually lacked oxygen, and finally stopped at the age of 14 forever.
Ah, I'm going to die. I really regret it. If I had known that I would die like this, I would never have won the lottery, I would never have seen the sunrise in the morning of Yokohama Port, and I would never have been involved in the storm of the dark world.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?!"
Shocked by the sudden burst of tears and snot that stained his expensive sofa, the young man's crying face flung his hat in confusion. He hadn't even bothered to argue with this little brat who despised his height and said he was short. Why was he crying, and crying in such an ugly manner?
Tsunayoshi raised his head, his tearful eyes red and swollen. He sobbed and choked, "You really want to kill me."
"Huh?"
Chūya didn't understand why this kid would come to such a conclusion, "When did I say that I want to kill you?"
"Because I witnessed a scene that I shouldn't have witnessed."
Tsunayoshi recalled the exquisite marksmanship of this person in front of him in the morning and the several dark corpses crawling on the ground. He remembered a classic truth — in this world, only the dead who couldn't speak could keep secrets forever.
"Then I should've killed you directly at that time. Why did I let you dirty my sofa?!"
Chūya randomly pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper from the paper box on the coffee table and rubbed it on Tsunayoshi's face a few times, rudely wiping away the snot and tears on Tsunayoshi's face.
Tsunayoshi felt bitter in his heart. What could he say?!
A cat wouldn't eat a mouse immediately after catching it. It would pretend to accidentally let go of the mouse that had been caught, and then when the mouse was about to run back to the mouse hole, it would slap the mouse's tail and catch it again. This cycle would repeat until the cat was tired, and then it would eat the mouse that thought it could escape.
When the prey thought that it could return to the light, when his hand was close to the door handle, the hunter raised his gun. Bang.
Tsunayoshi remembered a movie she watched not long ago. The mafia in the movie was just like this. They killed their victims one by one with a twisted mentality.
"You!
You actually treat me as a pervert! "
Zhong Yue was also very angry. It was simply unbelievable. He had never received such malicious speculation. "I … I'm going to beat you to death, you stinking brat. What kind of damned things do you watch all day long?!"
"See, you still want to kill me." Tsunayoshi shrank and closed his eyes in despair.
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Chūya's veins stood out, but he still put down his raised fist and told himself to calm down. After all, most ordinary people came into contact with the dark world by watching movies and TV works, and those works often added elements of novelty in order to satisfy the audience's curiosity and increase ratings.




