I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"Thanks to Sinclair, I was able to get a recording of the performance of the Lead Grey Movement. Unfortunately, there were so few choristers of the Nail and Hammer at that time. What a pity."

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Chapter 109 Coins.

"My commission only requires that the concert go on. And tasteless fellows like you should stay out of the hall. Don't offend the other masters. Please find a room of your own."

After saying that, Kekeqi seemed to have thought of something happy and laughed to herself. She handed Du Jue a bunch of carved keys and turned to go upstairs.

Sinclair, who was left alone, was wearing a formal suit, but he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. In the end, he could only hold tightly the long nail that Du Jue had brought to his home.

"Hello Wenduo, I'm Sinclair... Emil Sinclair."

Du Jue nodded hesitantly, somewhat confused about what Sinclair wanted to talk to him about, and how he got in touch with the ring finger.

"Um, you looking for me?"

"Uh...yeah."

"If you have something to say, please tell me. I have to go out for a while."

"Well, thank you very much!"

Sinclair blushed and bowed to the puzzled Du Jue.

"so be it."

It's not that he is completely indifferent and ruthless, but his starting point for killing the Nail and the Hammer was to complete Kokochi's mission. Rather than being Sinclair's benefactor, it would be more accurate to say that he chose his enemy as the audience for his music.

He raised his hand and sent a text message to Katae to see him later. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Sinclair muster up the courage to approach and speak in a low voice.

"Well, you're actually... Lead Gray Movement himself. Um, I haven't mentioned this to anyone."

"On Christmas Eve, I, I'll be at home waiting for you to come back."

Sinclair tried to lower his voice, clenched his fists to encourage himself, and looked up to see Du Jue painstakingly tearing off the veil and bandage on his face.

"Aren't you afraid at all?"

"I'm afraid, but you're the only one I want to muster up the courage to face even if I'm afraid, even if you're a city star who spreads fear."

"I mean, you're really not afraid of death by revealing my secret identity in front of me."

Only then did Sinclair realize the sharp sword was quietly placed on his neck. The fear of death made his body tremble slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and did not show any ugly expression.

"I'm sorry, Wen Duo, after that night I was... just completely disoriented. I was thinking about the question you answered me before, so I wondered if I could still ask you for advice."

"You should be more careful and never mention that title again. After all, I saved you. If I kill you with my own hands, wouldn't my efforts be in vain?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

He put away the Blood-Moistening Sword and felt that it was very difficult to talk to this timid little guy. It would be too polite to apologize all the time.

Although this character is very un-urban, his impression score in Dujue is higher than Brandon's, second only to Don Quixote.

"Ask if you have any questions. Also, stay away from the ring finger from now on. That Ke Ke Qi is not a good person."

"I'd like to ask for advice on how to control fear. Kafka Town is still shrouded in a haze, and those lunatics have threatened not to give up. This is all my fault."

"But... every time I want to do something, I'm afraid that my changes will make things worse, and that what happened that night will happen again."

"How can I control fear like you?"

Nonsense, I have a death tattoo, do you have one?

You can't ask your good brother Kaji to make one for you too.

"Give me a coin."

Sinclair frantically took out his wallet, where there were two coins, one of which was stained with blood. He hurriedly took out the other clean coin.

Those were the two coins that Kromer, the wielder of the nail and hammer, had once given him. Even though she was dead, the shadow and coins she brought remained.

"You know that saying? The moment a person flips a coin, they've already made their decision."

"Now, if the coin comes up heads, I'm going to nail you right here."

Du Jue calmly stretched out his hands. Sinclair opposite him was stunned for a moment, but still respectfully handed him the coin and the nail.

This guy is so stupid that he even handed the weapon to others with his own hands.

Snapped.

The flying coin was slapped on the back of his left hand by Du Jue, who then showed the reverse side to Sinclair in panic and anxiety.

"If you really don't know whether you should do what you want to do, just do as I did and let the city decide."

"Even if something goes wrong then, it will be the city's fault."

Snapped.

Sinclair was stunned when he saw that the coin was tails again.

Snapped.

Five consecutive coin tosses resulted in tails without exception. Even though Sinclair knew that this was probably manipulated by Du Jue, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

“As long as you act according to your heart without hesitation, you don’t have to think about the consequences of change and there will be no fear associated with it.”

"But, but this is you, I... can't do it."

"What do you want to do in Kafka Town now?"

"I think... maybe it's to protect everyone. After all, this is the disaster I brought upon myself."

"Let's put this on the positive side of the coin."

Du Jue forcefully snatched Sinclair's wallet, turned over the other coin and pressed it against the reverse side of the coin in his hand. The powerful force instantly squeezed the two pieces of metal together, forming a distorted double-headed coin.

He threw it casually, and Sinclair quickly reached out to catch it.

Snapped.

He raised his right hand, and in his left palm lay the blood-stained coin, face up.

"But in this case, it's positive anyway."

“No, if you think about something you don’t want to do, the coin will definitely come up tails.”

"But all of this is based on the premise that you will execute the result after flipping the coin. You have to be determined to do what you say."

Sinclair stared at the coin in his hand and nodded, not quite understanding it. Then he carefully tried to toss the coin, and then checked the result with hope. The positive result made him feel relieved.

"Wen Duo Tailor, I think I would like to invite you to my house next Christmas Eve."

"Of course, do you have any other questions?"

"No more, absolutely no more!"

Sinclair was so excited that he held the obverse coin tightly, and even his voice became unusually high-pitched.

"Thank you. I won't disturb you from your commission."

After exchanging contact information, Sinclair finally turned around and left the Moon in the Well Exhibition Hall.

Du Jue went out and leaned against the wall, looking at Sinclair's relaxed steps and curled his lips. He was not a psychologist who could solve the psychological problems of urban people. The best he could do was to make this kid more confident.

It was not until Sinclair's figure disappeared around the corner that Du Jue reached out to hail a taxi and rushed to the nursery.

[Katae: Brother, why did you start live streaming? ]

Yi Yin: Oh, I feel so bored now that this cooking competition is over. How are you, sweetheart? Are you free lately?

As soon as she saw the news about Yi Yin, Du Jue frowned. This guy might come to cause trouble for her once he had some free time, and making excuses would not work for her.

When in doubt, push the live broadcast room to Yi Yin first.

[Shamisen: Today we killed two hackers who were tracking down our livestream location. This kind of situation will only become more frequent. You must update my equipment as soon as possible.]

Brandon: Roland [50 eyes] City girl, this drink tastes familiar to you? Camille [10 eyes] Wen Duo, you bastard who's a traffic-draining bastard! Palala [10 eyes] Depreciation Gang recycles all kinds of second-hand items online, prices from Yumi Rina [100 eyes] I'm the head of the third department of an association. Excuse me, do you really know the whereabouts of Lead Gray Music? How many eyes are needed?

Avoid noticing Palala’s advertisements immediately after seeing these comments. Just because it’s posted by an acquaintance, don’t block it.

[Du Jue: To Roland: This is the taste of the city. To Mirina: The city has its own logic.]

It's a bit funny. I am the lead-gray melody and you ask me?

Click.

After greeting the two nurses, Du Jue calmed down and opened the door of Katae's room. Then he saw that in the darkness, only the computer screen was still on, and Katae's haggard face was illuminated by the screen and looked a little pale.

However, the moment Du Jue entered the door, Katae saw the surveillance video and stood up in surprise.

"elder brother!"

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Chapter 110 Roland.

"I miss you so much."

Katae, who was wearing light blue pajamas, came up excitedly and hugged Du Jue. The cool and quiet atmosphere in the room made Du Jue feel the fatigue of doing commissions all day, and he immediately wanted to fall asleep.

"Have you checked the new dozen regeneration ampoules I gave you? Can you upgrade the pneumatic syringe? I actually miss it a little bit."

"Is it safe to live here? The Vacuum Fist has been coming to seize territory recently, so you and the others should stay away from going out."

Du Jue yawned and curled up on the sofa. Katae lay on his back lovingly, but her weight was very light and did not make Du Jue feel uncomfortable. It felt like he was raising a pigeon.

"Ah."

Neither of them spoke, but let time pass.

"Brother, is that city girl you?"

"Well, I make a cameo appearance every now and then, and it's usually just my new recruit, Brandon, interacting with the audience. I've made a lot of money in just a few days."

"Many people are interested in instructions, but will it really not cause you any trouble if my brother does this with his index finger?"

"It's okay, because I'm special."

Katae stood up reluctantly and picked up the photo frame next to the computer desk. This was the photo that Du Jue brought back from the last time he followed the stray dogs to search for spoils from the Axe Gang. In the photo, there was a girl with long black hair standing behind a man with burgundy hair.

Du Jue looked up, turned over and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.

"I actually wanted to ask you before, I clearly killed your brother Oaks, don't you mind at all?"

Katae put down the photo and sat next to Du Jue again, like a well-behaved quail.

"It was the Axe Gang that captured my brother and put him through a life-threatening experiment, but when he came back, he used his regenerative powers to defeat the others and become the gang leader."

"Except for the debtor, my brother and the rest can call each other brothers without any hesitation."

"He was never the same after that. Even though I was afraid of killing people, he would take me to the scene of gang killings and executions. I was hurt by the dying people several times."

"I don't blame my brother, because he did protect me, but whenever I tried to talk to him, he would interrupt and send me away. When he did speak, he would just order me to treat the wounded or stay by his side."

"My family took him in, but we failed to protect him. Maybe he loves me and hates me at the same time, but I can't change either of those things."

Katae buried his head in Du Ze's arms.

"You killed my brother, so I should hate you. But you protected me, so I should love you."

"I guess that's it. Life is life."

It was the same as if he hadn't said anything. Du Jue didn't understand anyway.

dong dong dong.

"Who?"

Du Jue carefully helped Katae up. He really didn't expect who would come knocking on the door. When he opened it, he found a little guy standing in front of him.

Olivia, wearing a burgundy bow, jumped up in surprise.

"Brother Du Jue! Are you really here?!"

"Don't leave again, please. I'll treat you to a delicious meal!"

The energetic Olivia jumped up and down holding the corner of Du Jue's clothes, and handed over three fruit candies with the image of an urban girl printed on them.

Wait? When did I release this kind of merchandise?

Hey!