Chapter 663 Mental Illness: It’s Really Coming!

After hearing this, Miwako Sato thought for a moment. After a moment, she looked up at the empty rooftop around her, and finally nodded with relief: "Well, let Miss Bat handle this matter."

"Miss Bat?"

Fujiano couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Can you confirm his gender?"

"Yes!"

Miwako Sato crossed her arms and said firmly: "Although she didn't say whether she was a man or a woman, she said she was an armed helicopter last time... But from her hesitation, I can definitely confirm that she is a woman!"

Fujiano: "..."

So you still think I'm a woman?

Looks pretty firm?

Don't assume Xiao Hei's gender, okay?

…………

It was gradually getting dark.

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Xiao Hei, wearing a white robe, carried a bucket of cold water and poured it on a man sitting in the middle of the warehouse with his hands tied on a chair.

"Ah--!!"

The bomber was awakened by the splash, and he was still screaming before he recovered.

"Pah!"

Fujino stretched out his hand and gave a big slap.

The big slap was very effective.

The bomber calmed down after being slapped.

After recovering from his shock, he opened his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him wearing a white robe and a hood. He was stunned and said in surprise: "Batman?!"

"So you know me."

Fujiano walked forward and said playfully: "Mr. Bomber?"

"You...you are!"

The bomber heard the familiar voice and immediately recognized the other party's identity: "You are the guy just now!"

"Yes, it seems that you also recognized it."

Fujiano nodded and chuckled: "Since you know that I am Rice Flower Batman, you should also know what you will endure next?"

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I invited you here today just to play a game."

Fujiano said with a kind tone: "As long as you finish this game, I will let you go."

The bomber was surprised: "Really?"

"How can it be false?"

Fujiano shook his head helplessly: "Actually, the voice of a child often echoes in my head, saying that I should find people like you to play games..."

The bomber: "..."

Why does it feel a little familiar?

"It's just that the people before didn't play with me, so I could only beat them up."

Fujiano smiled and asked: "You should be willing to play games with me, right?"

The bomber swallowed his saliva: "Then, what game shall we play?"

"Have you heard of the story of the river god?"

"Yes, it's the one who dropped the axe?"

"Hyouka, you got it right!"

Fujiano released his hands, took out two sticks from the robe behind him, and continued in a kind tone: "I have two sticks here, an iron stick, an electric stick, and a wooden stick."

"You want to ask me which one I dropped, right?"

The bomber felt that this was a free point question: "The answer is that I dropped the wooden stick!!"

"Fuck!"

"You didn't drop anything at all!"

Fujiano's face sank, and he immediately picked up the iron stick and the electric stick and started to beat them.

You run, I chase, the two of them are in the warehouse, one is fighting from behind, and the other is running in front, having a lot of fun.

At least the bomber was laughing from beginning to end.

He even fainted from joy at the end.

However, Fujino did not intend to end it here.

He poured a big ice water awakening spell on him, and then spoke in a gentle tone: "Young bomber, did you drop this electric baton, iron rod, or wooden stick?"

"..."

The bomber, whose shirt was beaten to pieces and whose skin was covered with bruises, squatted on the ground with his hands on his head and looked at the stick in front of him, shaking: "This time I chose nothing!"

"Wrong, it's a wooden stick!"

"Ah--!!!"

"Then, I dropped an iron rod?!"

"Wrong again!"

"Ah--!!"

"This time it's an electric baton!"

"Slurp!"

"Kid, right? Hear the sound, right? Bomb fan, right?"

"Don't hit your kidneys--ah!"

…………

Ten minutes later.

The wailing sound was still faintly echoing.

The bomber, who was beaten black and blue, curled up in a corner with his hands on his knees.

At this time, he was beaten to pieces, and the blood from the wounds soaked through the tattered shirt, staining the original white red.

"Young bomber..."

"Wait a minute!"

The bomber had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and before Fujino finished speaking, he interrupted: "This game is wrong no matter what you choose, can we change the game?!"

"Change the game?"

Fujino nodded: "That's fine, let's play Russian roulette."

As he said, he took out a Beretta 92F and shook it, pointing it at his forehead: "This time I'll go first."

The bomber: "..."

Other people use a rotating wheel in Russian roulette.

Yours is fully automatic...

Your Russian roulette uses a fully automatic pistol! ?

"Okay, since you don't say anything, I have no objection."

"Wait..."

"Biu!"

"Ah——!"

A pig-killing wail sounded all around.

It was just that the expected bullets fired and blew up the dog's head, and the scene of the head being split open did not appear.

"Ouch, I forgot to load the magazine."

Fujiano patted his forehead and glanced at the bomber: "But why is your crotch wet again, and it's still red... Could it be that a child peed in your head?"

Bomber: Do you think you are humorous?

"Okay, okay, this time doesn't count."

Fujiano took out the magazine, loaded it with a click, and pointed it at his forehead again: "Let's start again..."

"Wait, I don't think this game is fun!"

"Isn't this fun?"

Fujiano clicked his tongue: "It's beautiful when the brain pops out with blood and writes beautiful flowers on the ground?"

Bomber: "..."

In the past, I always pretended to be mentally ill.

I didn't expect to encounter the real thing today!

Thinking about the trigger probability of the fully automatic pistol, the bomber's back was sweating.

Thinking that I could change it just now.

So he immediately said: "Can we change another one!"

"Then let's change the game."

Fujiano took out his hidden blade again: "I'll give you a knife first, and you give me a knife."

Bomb: "..."

If you want to kill me, just say it!

No need to beat around the bush!

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he quickly suggested: "Can we change another one, another one!"

"Then let's change."

Fujiano wiped the blood on his fist: "But the next game is fun, the kind that can turn into ash~"

Bomb: "Can I not play?"

"You can not play, there are other choices."

"What choice?"

"Well..."

Fujiano bent his fingers, making a crisp sound, and chuckled: "Just beat you to death, shooting, slow slicing, burning oil barrels, electric drills, cracking kidneys, 10000-7...you choose one?"

Bomb: "..."

I can't escape death today, right?

"You don't have to be too scared."

Fujiano walked up and patted his shoulder: "It doesn't matter if you die early or late, it's all death. It would be great if you could play games with me to cheer me up."

"Please!"

The bomber burst into tears and hugged Fujino's thighs: "Please don't torture me, please kill me!"

"Tsk, why would I kill you?"

Fujiano touched his head kindly: "It's you who wants to die, but I still want you to play with me."