Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 158 Vermouth, sweetie, let me see!
In a prison.

"How come I'm here?"

Shuichi Akai looked at his prison uniform, somewhat bewildered: "These are prison clothes. Am I in prison now?!"

Just as he was wondering where he was and why he was there, a large group of people appeared in front of him.

These people were all foreigners, with tattoos, big and burly, and their gazes toward him were quite aggressive, almost green with envy.

"Kid, come with us."

The burly man at the head of the group looked at Shuichi Akai and chuckled.

Shuichi Akai could tell what they were thinking just by looking at them; he'd seen plenty of people like that.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Akai Shuichi's eyes sharpened.

Although he didn't know why he was there, he knew he could get out of the prison by breaking through it.

But everyone eventually runs out of strength, and besides, this was just a dream woven by Kitahara Natsuyu.

You think you can just shred through like an FBI superhero? Impossible!

"Do not!!!"

"Uhhhhh!!!"

"No, no, don't come any closer!"

Shuichi Akai lay on the floor, eyes tightly closed, his body trembling, his face contorted in pain, his hands flailing wildly as he wailed in agony.

The scene changes.

Shuichi Akai disappeared from the prison and then reappeared in another place, a place full of bright lights and revelry.

At this moment, Akai Shuichi was panting heavily, his face full of terror, the scenes from just now still echoing in his mind.

But he also discovered that this was not the real world at all, but a dream.

He clearly remembered encountering an unidentified creature and then passing out.

He then arrived at a prison, and the people in this prison were incredibly fierce; they were impossible to kill no matter how hard he tried.

Moreover, the senses of touch and smell are exactly the same as in the real world!
Then he
I can't think about it anymore, I can't keep thinking about it.

Shuichi Akai quickly shook his head, trying to banish all the images from his mind.

Although the camera was driven away, he still felt unwell and uncomfortable!
Now, he seems to have arrived at a new place, which appears to be inside the club again.

"Akai, the manager wants to see you."

Just then, a waiter wearing a black vest walked over.

"manager?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just come with me!" the waiter urged impatiently.

Shuichi Akai lowered his head and said nothing more, following the waiter deeper into the club.

Soon.

The waiter led Shuichi Akai to the doorway, where another man in a suit stood.

"Akai, I'm entrusting the roles of Ms. Takeda and Ms. Morita inside to you. They both handpicked you, so don't let me down!" the manager said meaningfully.

"?"

Shuichi Akai was filled with questions after hearing what the manager said.

What do you mean by "appointed"? What exactly does your club do? Is it some kind of illegitimate place?

But this is Japan, so being informal is understandable.

But why should I go in?

"manager."

Shuichi Akai had just opened his mouth to say a few words when the manager pushed him inside.

"Stop talking nonsense and get in."

After saying that, the manager closed the door.

Shuichi Akai stumbled and almost fell to the ground. After he regained his balance, he noticed that the lighting in the room was somewhat ambiguous.

And sitting on the sofa were two elderly women with graying hair and wrinkled faces. The way they looked at her was exactly the same as the way the prisoners looked at her in the jail—a look of unsatisfied desire.

Shuichi Akai felt a little uneasy under their gazes, and his butt started to hurt again.

He turned to leave, but the door was already locked.

At the same time, he felt a little hot and looked at the two people on the sofa, who were also quite handsome.

This made him realize that there was a strange component in the air that he had inhaled, which was why this change occurred.

But isn't this my dream? Why does it feel so real?

They're even using this kind of thing!

"Show off your little darling, come on!"

Takeda and Morita stood up and walked towards him with smiles on their faces.

Before long, strange noises came from inside the room.

"Tsk tsk, Shuichi Akai, you're really lucky, but I'm not envious at all!" Kitahara Natsuyu knew very well how extreme the dream he and Shuichi Akai had arranged was.

But this is all Shuichi Akai's own doing. He even deceived his own cousin and tried to kill her, so it's only right that he suffers a little.

And these all happened in a dream, not in real life.

However, the events that occur in his dreams may have a significant impact on his physical and mental health, but what does that have to do with Kitahara Natsuhiro?

If you're going to do something like this, you have to pay the price. You can deceive your cousin, so I can manipulate you too.

"I hope that Shuichi Akai will be full of energy after this night!"

Kitahara Natsuhiro revealed a sly smile and then walked towards a nearby parking lot.

Following the scent, Vermouth was in the nearby parking lot.

A few minutes later.

Kitahara Natsuhiro arrived at the parking lot and followed the scent to a white car. He reached out and knocked on the window.

dong dong.

The next second, the glass window rolled down, and Vermouth's angelic face appeared in Kitahara Natsuhiro's line of sight.

"Good night, Miss Vermouth. May I ask what brings you to follow me today?!" Kitahara Natsuyu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth quietly said, "Get in the car," and then closed the car window.

Kitahara Natsuyu smiled, walked to the other side, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The moment he sat down, his skin felt a cool touch.

A black pistol was pressed against his forehead, with the safety off and a silencer activated, ready to fire at any moment.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense.

Seeing this, Kitahara Natsumi's smile widened, and he said with a playful expression, "Miss Vermouth, I don't like people pointing guns at my head, but I really enjoy pointing guns at others."

"Hmph!" Vermouth snorted coldly, gripping the pistol even tighter and pushing it forward, but it wouldn't budge.

"Stop giving me these irrelevant questions and tell me! Who are you?!"

She knew exactly what Kitahara Natsumi meant by those lewd remarks, but she didn't have time to listen to dirty jokes right now.

Moreover, he is still in human form, which might be his weakness; he can't dodge bullets when he's in human form.

That's why she did it.

"Who is it?" Kitahara Natsuyu said with a half-smile, "Just as you thought, I am naturally the Gastly you've been longing for."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth understood.

Sure enough, this guy is Gastly, I wasn't wrong!

So here
Suddenly, Vermouth felt a gentle breeze, and the pistol she was holding disappeared, instantly reappearing in Kitahara Natsuhiro's hand.

And the black pistol was pointed directly at her forehead.

"Miss Vermouth, the tables have turned now!"

Kitahara Natsuyu leaned closer, licked his lips, and gave a wicked smile.

At that moment, it was as if he were the villain.

Vermouth's expression darkened, but she remained calm and slowly said, "Just as I suspected, you really are Gastly!"

"Besides, you're not the real Kitahara Natsuyu. The real Kitahara Natsuyu was killed by you a long time ago, and then you took his place, right?"

Hearing this, Kitahara Natsuyu raised an eyebrow, his smile growing even wider: "Bingo, you guessed right."

“The real Kitahara Natsuhiro is already dead, and I killed him with my own hands. Later, I took his place and lived in this world under the name Kitahara Natsuhiro.”

"You're very smart, Vermouth, but a woman who's too smart is no good."

"Do you have any last words?"

He remained completely unfazed when Vermouth exposed his identity.

So what if he's been found out? Vermouth can't do anything about it anyway.

Even if you spread it, someone has to believe it.

Even if some people actually believe it, then I'm sorry, I'm going to go on a killing spree.

If you kill all the people who know the truth, then it will remain a secret.

Of course, he could also modify their memories, which was no longer difficult for him.

It doesn't matter.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth smiled slightly: "I have hidden this secret somewhere. If I don't go back today, this secret will be revealed to the public, and then you will have nowhere to hide."

"If that's the case, are you still going to kill me?!"

"Oh, really? I don't believe it!"

Kitahara Natsuyu smiled, then suddenly widened his eyes.

Sharingan Hypnosis!
This is the perfect opportunity to show you my true power and see what's going on in your head!

(End of this chapter)