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Chapter 52: Inducing Murder

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"Woman! What did you say?!"

The middle-aged man, who was obviously drunk, was furious after hearing what Tiantian said. The fire of lust that had been ignited in his heart was immediately fueled by the thin woman in front of him, not to mention that he was drunk and was not very sober.

The middle-aged man cursed and spitted, raised his hand and began to point at Tiantian, and moved his body to get closer.

"Tuna mayo!"

Although Tiantian frowned and stiffened her neck, showing no fear of the middle-aged man, Toge was still uncomfortable with this scene.

The boy frowned and hurriedly pulled Tiantian's arm, regardless of her struggle, and forcibly pulled her behind him, using his body to block the distance between Tiantian and the middle-aged boss man.

"Toge, don't worry about it, I can handle it!"

What's the big deal? She had encountered many such hooligans, and this was just the beginning? He must be punished today.

Tiantian wanted to pull her arm out of Toge's hand but failed. When she looked up, she saw Toge shaking his head at her and pinching the inside of her arm between his fingers, as if he didn't agree with the conflict between her and the boss.

"..."

The anger in her heart calmed down a little.

Tiantian's long-silent "eyesight" and emotional intelligence finally came into play.

Although she was very angry now, Toge reminded her that this was not her familiar "happy hometown", but a strange foreign country where she should be restrained in her dealings with others.

Thinking of this, Tiantian sneered at the man in front of her who was still cursing and looked at him coldly as if she was watching a monkey, and then took out the mobile phone in her pocket.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tiantian turned on the camera mode of the mobile phone and pointed it directly at the boss who was having an epileptic fit. His face changed from indignation to staring at the boss with a smile.

"Come on, keep on cursing. Curse as much as you can. I'll record it and post it online for you later."

There were many ways to deal with shameless people, not just "causing a conflict".

When Tiantian turned on the camera of her mobile phone, the boss was still staring angrily, but the sound coming out of his mouth suddenly weakened.

Judging from his reaction, he was probably a small public figure and still had some concerns in his heart.

"..."

Toge was stunned for a moment, and the fingers holding her arm gradually loosened slightly.

"Miss, please call your manager over."

Tiantian held the mobile phone in one hand, turned her head and looked at the waitress standing next to him in a daze, and spoke in a crisp voice.

"Okay..."

The waitress rolled her eyes, probably unable to bear this scene, and was also afraid that the male customer would get drunk and fight with the female customer, making things worse.

So she bowed slightly and went to find her boss.

"Sir, please go back first. Your boss is drunk. We will handle it here. We will ensure that the staff will send your boss back safely."

After calling the waitress away, Tiantian turned her head and looked at the young man who had been insulted by the boss for a long time. He lowered his voice and said soothingly.

"..."

The young man's pale face, which had been very numb and sluggish from the beginning, finally showed a little reaction.

He was very hesitant at first.

Then, as if he was timid and afraid again, he looked exhausted, and looked at Tiantian and the boss with helpless and eager eyes.

You could see it.

He wanted to leave.

But he didn't dare to for some reason.

"Takana."

A meaningless but gentle call interrupted the young man's hesitation.

The man was slightly stunned.

He saw the boy who was blocking the girl looking up at him, his eyes encouraging and gentle. The pair of light purple eyes were like a handful of clear trickles under the dim light, which made people calm.

"Since you have decided to resign, don't be afraid. It's okay. He can't do anything to you. He can only bully you verbally."

Tiantian struck while the iron was hot and persuaded.

"...thank you very much."

The young man swallowed his saliva, his body swaying due to the huge pressure.

He glanced at the boss who was about to vomit against the wall, took a deep breath, thanked the two, and finally staggered away.

"Don't vomit." The young man walked forward, with unhealthy blue-black eyes, and his mood was mixed.

The voice of the boy who just said "what dishes" seemed to come from behind.

Was he ordering that person?

The man thought blankly.

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The young man, that was, Oto Ryo, did not return to the table immediately, instead, he rushed into the bathroom.

"Ugh... hiss!"

Oto choked in pain, his eyes were red with bloodshot tears, and the calmness in front of outsiders just collapsed instantly. The whole person seemed to be immersed in a huge black vortex, and he was in great sorrow.

He slightly exposed the back of his hand that was hidden in his sleeves and washed it under the cold water.

"Ah!"

The back of his hand was ulcerated and swollen. The moment it touched the water, Oto was in great pain.

It was just that he did not pick up the water cup in time when the president was talking, so the drunk president pressed his palm into the boiling soup.

Oto looked at the back of his hand with melancholy. For a moment, hatred and pain surged in his heart like the boiling soup.

When he just graduated from college, his mother would often use a hot towel to wipe his hands.

At that time, he was obviously a child who was loved and pampered.

Why was he treated like this here?

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"It's so pitiful."

When Oto was reluctantly cleaning the wound, a strange and indifferent tone came from behind him, which scared Oto and made him tremble all over.

He turned around blankly and saw a tall Russian man standing behind him like a ghost.

The pair of deep purple pupils were like a pair of invisible whirlpools, staring at him quietly with sticky and dark eyes, and there was a chilling smile on the thin lips.

"What a hideous wound, does it hurt?"

Before Oto could react, the man took a step forward, stretched out his hand to pull his arm, and carefully examined the red, swollen and festering burn in front of his eyes.

"You...?!"

Foreigner?

When did he come in? Had he been here since he started cleaning here?

Oto was startled and reflexively wanted to pull his arm back, but the man was as strong as an ox, and he couldn't pull his arm back after pulling it twice.

"Don't worry, this is what the man did just now, right?"

The man put the back of Oto's hand next to his cheek.

Oto could even feel the man's slightly cold body temperature rubbing against his wound.

It seemed that the pain was just relieved for a moment.

This distance, this posture, no matter how you look at it, wasn't it too weird?

"Sir... please let me go..."

The deep facial features, beautiful face, and purple eyes of this foreign man staring directly at Oto made him lose consciousness for a moment. Oto was stunned for two seconds, and then he spoke stammeringly, and his words were not fluent.

But this man not only did not mean to let Oto go, but instead started talking on his own like a one-man show actor.

"Is it really good to be bullied like this? If you ask me... there seems to be a deep-rooted slavery in the blood of Japanese people..."

"Too... too rude!"

This was very unpleasant to hear, so unpleasant that Oto subconsciously wanted to show his face to the man.

However, the tall figure of the man in front of him stopped the thin Oto from moving forward, and he could only raise his voice to make the so-called "verbal protest".

"Isn't it?"

Looking at the timid Oto, Dostoevsky smiled gently.

"When facing a strong person, take his casual words as the truth. Even if it goes against your heart, you can find reasons to comfort yourself 'there is nothing I can do', 'he is just stronger than me, what can I do?'"

Speaking of this, Dostoevsky gently approached Oto, and a mocking smile appeared on his heartless lips.

The pair of captivating purple eyes had no warmth. When looking at Oto, it was as if he was looking at the most humble creature in the world.

"Do you know that when you were insulted by that drunken pig, you didn't say anything... You really looked like a little bird."

"..."

Oto didn't say anything. Dostoevsky's unreasonable malice made him feel cold all over, angry and wronged.

"Look, your eyes are red."

"My good girl, are you so sad?"

Oto's appearance pleased Dostoevsky very much. He looked at the pale and trembling face of the thin man in front of him and smiled gently.

"It won't work this way. Why don't you change it?"

Dostoevsky said faintly.

Then, the Russian man lowered his head slightly, handed the silver knife in his hand to Oto gently, and then shook Oto's hand in return.

The Russian man, who was cold all over, actually had a slightly hot palm.

"Come on, it's okay, act like a man."

Dostoevsky whispered in Oto's ear, his voice full of bewitching charm.

"Use this knife to pierce his lower abdomen fiercely, let the tip of the knife dance in his abdominal cavity, and comb his intestines to your heart's content."

"It must be interesting to see such a powerful man in the past lying on the ground in a panic to comb his intestines, isn't it?"

He was like a father, using a gentle and loving voice to guide Oto and resolve his grievances.

"..."

Otos pupils began to dilate.

In an instant, he thought of many things in his mind.

Mother's warm smile, a towel full of steam.

The aroma of straw in the countryside in childhood.

Finally.

Everything was frozen on the angry and hideous face of the president.

And the hot, boiling, and tormenting... miso soup.

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[System prompt: Abnormal induced murder is happening in the men's restroom. In order to avoid bloody incidents in the restaurant and to prevent a kind and honest young man from going astray, please go to the men's restroom quickly to stop the seduce murder.]

"!!"

Induced murder?

Tiantian just watched the waiter carry the boss back to the box like a pig, and the system prompt came to her ears.

Her eyes sharpened and she looked straight at the corner of the corridor.

"Toge, you order the dishes first, I'll go to the toilet."

She wanted to see what kind of evildoer dared to be so rampant in a society ruled by law.

"Okay... okay."

Toge sat at the table honestly, holding the menu in both hands, sitting as well-behaved as a primary school student.

Tiantian rolled up her sleeves and hurried to the men's restroom.

When she passed the corridor, a man in a monk's robe blocked her way.

"Miss, do you want to go to the toilet? The women's toilet is not here."

The monk-robed man had a hypocritical smile on his face, and he squinted at her.

There was a wound on his head, which was not cleared from the craniotomy surgery, or the suture of the flesh embroidery of modern body performance art.

Anyway, except for the huge earlobe that looked like the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, there was nothing about his body that looked like a proper monk.

"..."

Tiantian didn't have time to pay attention to him, she nodded at him and continued to rush to the men's toilet.

As a result, the man directly reached out to stop her.

"Miss, isn't this too rude?"

Geto looked down at her with a smile.

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