The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

"Oh, it's in English. Let me think... Truman? True? Man, real person? Reality show?"

"Haha, it does have something to do with reality TV. So, have you seen it?"

"Sorry, I can't get into those so-called reality shows that are actually completely fake. I'd rather look at AKB48's long legs."

"So, it's still because of the fakeness?" Simo sighed softly. His conversation with Kousaka Kyosuke had made him realize something: "Thanks~ you siscon."

"Hey! I told you, don't add more to the death!"

After saying that, despite Kosaka's renewed protest, Ximo made a move to disconnect the connection, but at the last moment, he stopped and asked again, "Where's Chidori? Now..."

"I've arrived home safely."

"That's good."

"Wait!" This time it was Kousaka's turn to stop the conversation from ending.

Simo looked at him with suspicion, wondering what else Kosaka was going to say. Then, Kosaka on the other end of the video took out a set of keys: "1-chome, Okubo, Shinjuku-ku, Shirasakura Apartment 607. I was going to give them to you before school ended today."

"Okubo 1-chome? Shirayuki Apartments?"

"Yes, it's the building opposite Chidori's residence. It's a perfect fit, isn't it?"

Simo immediately understood. This way, he could monitor Chidori's safety at all times. He nodded in agreement and sincerely said to the screen, "Thanks, Kousaka!"

Three minutes later.

Looking at the computer screen that had cooled down, Kyosuke Kosaka stood up with a smile on his face, especially when his gaze inadvertently fell on a label on one of the long-forgotten CDs on the bookshelf.

Click!

The bedroom window was opened, and a dark figure rushed in! (To be continued.)

95. Foot fetish benefits

"What? Are you so surprised to see me here?"

Her long white hair was blown by the night wind and fluttered outside the window. Her slender legs, outlined by her combat suit, were on the windowsill, and a pair of cold eyes were looking down at her.

Like a battle saintess who stepped out of a painting, Kyosuke Kousaka was captivated by her cold beauty, but the thought of her true gender sent a chill down his spine.

After a bone-chilling shiver, Kyosuke Kousaka, now fully awake, quickly pulled Simo off the windowsill without a word: "Why are you here?"

“You should ask, ‘Why did you come here at this time?’” Simo answered casually, glancing around Kosaka’s bedroom.

At this moment, Kosaka had already closed the window again and drawn the curtains.

Turning to look at Simo, who was glaring at him like a hawk, Kousaka Kyosuke asked helplessly, "At this point, let's not get bogged down in formalities. So, what is it?"

Simo glanced at the bookshelf with CDs, paused for two seconds, then casually pulled out the chair in front of his computer desk, crossed his legs, and sat down.

Kyosuke Kousaka felt a surge of exhilarating joy, but he desperately suppressed it.

After a moment of silence, Kosaka, suppressing his emotions, said in a joking tone, "Hey, you didn't come here just to chat with me, did you? That won't do. If you don't offer companionship or even sex services, I won't pay you!"

Simo lowered his leg and replied in a flippant tone, "Oh, is this the 'no money, no prostitution' joke?"

"Haha, so you're one of them too..."

thump~

Simo leaned forward and kicked hard, instantly appearing in front of Kosaka. He clenched his fist and punched Kosaka hard in the stomach. At the same time, he reached out his other hand and pressed down on Kosaka's shoulder to prevent him from flying into the air and crashing into the wall due to the force of his punch.

If he makes too much noise and attracts his sister's obsessive attention and family, Mr. Seamus will be in a lot of trouble.

"W... TF! You... you bastard."

The intense pain made it difficult for Kyosuke Kosaka to speak coherently. He knelt on the floor, wanting to gag, but because of the same worry as Simo, he could only cover his mouth and suppress his voice.

At that moment, Mr. Seamus squatted down, placed one hand on Kyosuke Kousaka's shoulder, pressed it firmly a few times, and said, "Hey, you siscon, are you alright? Although this is my first time visiting your home, there's no need for such a grand gesture, it's too much~"

hiss~

Under Simo's force, Kousaka Kyosuke gasped in pain, which aggravated the bruises on his abdomen, causing him to experience twice the pain.

And this punishment didn't seem to satisfy Simo, so he pressed down on Kosaka's shoulder a few more times. Although the force was much less, because it was on the same spot, the sensation was clearly transmitted to Kosaka's brain.

Even under these circumstances, Kyosuke Kosaka still managed to find joy amidst hardship.

Because he is Kyosuke Kousaka, the leader of Amalgam, even though some people may not think he has any lofty ambitions, he can notice details that are not easily noticed by ordinary people.

And it also solved one of his doubts: how did Simo discover that he and Xisewang were conspiring in the afternoon, since Simo also knew Morse code!

Stop gently, stop very gently, stop very gently, stop very gently.

This is the rhythm with which Simo was massaging his shoulders. If we convert light pressure to a dot signal "?", heavy pressure to a long signal "-", and stop to interruption, then according to the rules of Morse code, it would be: "?-, ???, ?????, ??"

The corresponding code is: ashi

Although the answer was found, Kyosuke Kousaka was still somewhat puzzled.

He struggled to lift his head and looked up, only to find that Simo had returned to his computer chair, still in the same posture as before, with a cold expression and an extremely arrogant attitude, his legs crossed.

Noticing Kosaka's enlightened look, Simo snorted coldly, impatiently shaking his leg, and said, "You damn siscon, if you dare to talk nonsense again, you can say goodbye to the happiness in your lower body!"

Short and long, short and long...

Kosaka automatically converted the leg-shaking rhythm into code (did you notice the anomaly too?).

"Ah, yes, I know," Kousaka Kyosuke said, clutching his stomach and pressing his shoulder in pain.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you? (Do you know who this person is?)" Mr. Seamus looked at Kosaka with a threatening gaze, reminding him to answer carefully.

After thinking for a while, Kyosuke Kosaka could only reply with a troubled expression, "I can't guess. You tell me."

Mr. Seymour's face immediately darkened, and his leg tapping involuntarily quickened: "Besides my room, have you arranged any other surveillance points in Shinjuku? I don't want Chidori to be spied on by anyone else! (Are you sure someone is watching us right now?)"

"Ha! Simo, you bastard, isn't it peeping if you're watching yourself? You have to take care of the other brothers too! It's rare to have a mission to monitor beautiful women, so it's not about having too few but about not sharing the spoils!" Kousaka Kyosuke didn't dare to be too obvious or direct in his hints, so he could only carefully use a sarcastic tone that was more in line with his usual style.

Fortunately, Mr. Seamus understood, and he angrily said, "So you're saying there is? Who is it? Take it back! (Who is spying on us?)"

Kyosuke Kosaka tensed up. Ignoring his own pain, he jumped up and rushed to Seamus's side, covering his mouth and whispering, "Hey! Keep your voice down! My sister's next door. Don't let her hear! She'll misunderstand!"

Simo was astonished; this was an answer he had never expected. Kousaka Kyosuke's favorite little sister was actually their enemy! She was the one monitoring them! This meant that the seemingly devoted sister-complex was all an act!

"Is it a misunderstanding? Why are you so afraid? (Do you know her purpose?)"

Even if you put it that way, it's not really convenient for me to explain.

Is it inconvenient to explain? In other words, is it impossible to explain in the current situation?

Simo thought for a moment, then shoved Kousaka Kyosuke away, telling him to get lost: "Well, never mind, let's get back to the original topic. Who were the original participants? I promise I won't retaliate! (How many people in the organization have noticed this?)"

Kousaka took several steps back, almost losing his balance, and fell onto the bed. With the help of the distance, he could see Ximo's movements clearly: "Actually, there aren't many. You know there aren't many trustworthy people in the amalgam, after all, there are quite a few perverts."

"Hmph, as if you're not the same person yourself. Go ahead and say it."

"Dr. Tomoki Sakurai provides technical support, Shirou Emiya, the nice guy, is in charge of execution, and the funding comes from Chloevis. However, I heard that Leonard has also found out and wants to get involved."

"Reinard? (Is he one too?)"

"Yes."

Mr. Seymour looked at Kosaka speechlessly.

These two! All that infighting before was a pre-arranged scheme! You two are really good actors! (To be continued.)

96. Peeping? NO, I'm protecting you anonymously!

Mr. Seamus felt hurt, as if he were a pair of blue cats with thick eyebrows that could roar like lions, whom you would normally consider mortal enemies, and a brown-brown Japanese cartoon mouse with big eyes.

You once thought that the endless pursuit was their main theme, and that tripping each other up, drugging each other, and sabotaging each other was their daily way of entertaining you like clowns.

But then one day, you accidentally discover that these two guys are actually a married couple! Beneath their daily bickering lies a love that the world can't understand!

Tom, who always gleams with opportunism, has a strong desire to catch Jerry, the mouse who lives in the same room but is difficult to catch, but always fails.

In reality, the fun of chasing Jerry far outweighs the fun of catching him, and even when he does manage to catch Jerry, he doesn't know what to do with him.

Because Jerry is a part of his life!

Those chases and playful fights, where is the cruelty between natural enemies? They are clearly a deeply hidden, outrageously elaborate way of showing affection.

And you, who have been watching them all along, aren't you the bulldog named Spike in the show?

You've been observing them from the sidelines, watching firsthand how they disrupt your daily life with such commotion and noise. They chase each other, they fight, they destroy everything. You think it's because they don't like each other, but you don't know that it's all a comedy staged to mislead you, because you are the only single person in the whole show who is isolated by these two extremely insidious guys!

If you were Spike in the show, would you feel like you'd been fooled after discovering the truth?

If so, congratulations! You'll have another intellectual exchange with Mr. Seamus. Because Mr. Seamus now deeply feels that he's been fooled by Kyosuke Kousaka and Leonard Testarossa!

Come to think of it, if Kyosuke Kosaka and Leonard were truly irreconcilable enemies, how could they have possibly rebelled against the cult and started their own independent group?

If it weren't for knowing that Kirino Kousaka was probably secretly observing him from the side, Mr. Seamus would really want to beat Kyousuke Kousaka right now. He actually made a fool of himself.

However, he didn't want to fail at the last minute, just as he wasn't in a hurry to find out why Kirino was spying on them, or how Kousaka discovered he was being watched!

The more sensitive topics are discussed, the more attention and associations they will attract the other party, especially when discussed in front of the person directly involved!

Therefore, now is not the time for deep and simple communication, even if it involves fists.

After thinking it over, Mr. Seamus shifted his legs a few more times, then changed his sitting posture, now holding the chair armrest with his right hand, resting his left arm on the other side, and supporting his cheek with his left hand.

After all, caution is always wise, and constantly shaking your leg is easily noticed and interpreted by those who are observant. Kosaka also accurately received the last message from Simo and shifted his peripheral vision to Simo's fingers.

As expected, Seamus's right hand began to tap.

(Just in case, this hand is just a cover; look closely at my left hand.)

Kyosuke Kosaka winked at Simo to indicate that he had seen it.

Then Kosaka saw that the sound of Shimo's right hand tapping began to become chaotic, but his left hand, which was supporting his head, freed up his index finger and rhythmically and silently tapped his temple.

"You weren't hiding anything from me, were you? How could there only be a few? There must be others! (Who are the traitors who infiltrated our army!)"

"I really don't have that, but I don't know if Leonard has it; however, I can't rule out the possibility that this pervert has turned someone I recruited into something useful. After all, a traitor wouldn't just come up to me and admit he's a traitor, would he?"

Mr. Simo frowned again. Wasn't Kousaka Kyosuke implying that he himself didn't understand? It seemed that his trust in the amalgam personnel would have to be significantly reduced in the future.

Then, Ximo snorted coldly and spoke again: "Tell me, how did you plan to spy on us? Can you guarantee you won't be discovered? (Tell me what long-term, covert communication methods are secure!)"

Kyosuke Kousaka didn't want to return to that question. It wasn't that the question was difficult to answer, or that he didn't trust Shimo and was unwilling to reveal the secret. It was simply because Kirino was right next door!

How can you speak openly and honestly in such a dangerous place?