I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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"Thanks to Sinclair, I was able to get a recording of the lead gray movement. It's a pity there were so few chorus members for the nail and hammer at the time. What a pity."

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Chapter 109 Coins.

"My only requirements are to ensure the concert proceeds. And you, with your lack of taste, shouldn't be in the lobby. Don't offend the other masters. Please find a room to stay in."

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 then turned to go upstairs.

Sinclair, left alone in a suit, was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. In the end, he could only clutch the long nail that Du Jue had carried to his house.

“Hello, Wendo, I am Sinclair… Emil Sinclair.”

Du Jue nodded without hesitation, somewhat confused as to why Sinclair wanted to see him, and how he had gotten in touch with the Ring Fingers.

"Uh, you were looking for me?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Get to the point, I need to go out for a bit."

"Um, thank you so much!"

Sinclair blushed and bowed deeply to the bewildered Du Jue.

"so be it."

It wasn't that he was completely devoid of indifference and ruthlessness; it was just that his motivation for killing Nail and Hammer was to complete Cocoy's mission. Rather than being Sinclair's benefactor, he was simply choosing his enemy as an audience for the music.

He raised his hand and sent a text message to Katae saying "See you later." Just as he was about to leave, he saw Sinclair muster up his courage, approach him, and whisper to him.

"Um, you are actually... the lead gray symphony himself, right? Uh, I haven't mentioned this to anyone at all."

"On Christmas Eve, I... I'll be at home watching you come home."

Sinclair tried to lower his voice, clenched his fists to encourage himself, and looked up to see Du Jue tearing off his eye veil and bandages.

Aren't you afraid at all?

"I'm afraid, but you are the only one I want to face even if I'm afraid, even if you are the city's star who spreads fear."

"I mean, you really aren't afraid of dying if you reveal my secret identity to me?"

Sinclair then noticed the sword that had been placed silently against his neck. The fear of death made his body tremble slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to show any weakness.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wenduo, after that night I... I was just completely dizzy. I was thinking that you answered my question before, so may I ask you for advice again?"

"You'd better be more careful. Don't mention that title again. After all, I saved you. If I were to kill you with my own hands, wouldn't all my efforts have been wasted?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm really very sorry."

Sheathed the Blood-Nourishing Sword, feeling that talking to this timid little fellow was too much of a hassle, and apologizing all the time was just too polite.

Although this personality is very un-urban, he scores higher than Brandon in terms of public impression here, second only to Don Quixote.

"Just ask if you have something to say. Also, stay away from Ring in the future. That Coco is no good."

“I would like to ask for advice on how to control fear. Kafka town is still shrouded in gloom. Those madmen are threatening not to let this go. It’s all my fault.”

“But… whenever I want to do something, I’m afraid that my changes will make things worse, afraid that what happened that night will happen again.”

"How can one master fear like you?"

Nonsense, I have a death tattoo, do you?

You can't exactly ask your good buddy Kaji to get one for you too.

Give me a coin.

Sinclair frantically pulled out his wallet, which contained two coins, one of which was stained with blood. He quickly took out the other clean coin.

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

"Do you know this saying? A person has already made their choice the moment they flip a coin."

“Now, if the coin lands heads, I’ll nail you right here.”

Du Jue calmly extended his hands, and Sinclair across from him hesitated for a moment before respectfully handing him the coin and the nail.

This kid is incredibly stupid; he even handed his weapon to someone else himself.

Snapped.

The tossed coin was slapped onto the back of Sinclair's left hand, and then, with a look of fear and unease, it was revealed to be tails.

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

"Even if problems arise, it will be the city's fault."

Snapped.

Sinclair was stunned to see the coin landed tails again.

Snapped.

Five consecutive coin tosses landed tails without exception, and even though Sinclair knew this was probably being manipulated, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"As long as you act without hesitation according to your own heart, you will no longer need to consider the consequences of change, and you will not have any fear of it."

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

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

"I think... perhaps it's to protect everyone, after all, this is the disaster I brought about."

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

Instead of forcibly taking Sinclair's wallet, he flipped another coin over and pressed it against the coin in his hand. The powerful force instantly squeezed the two pieces of metal together, creating a distorted double-sided coin.

He tossed it casually, and Sinclair quickly reached out and caught it.

Snapped.

He raised his right hand, and in his left palm lay a bloodstained coin, heads up.

"But in that case, it's a positive thing no matter what."

"No, if what you're thinking about is something you don't want to do, then the coin will definitely come back to the other side."

"But all of this is based on the premise that you will definitely carry out the result after you flip the coin; you have to have the determination to do what you say you will do."

Sinclair stared at the coin in his hand, nodding as if he understood, then cautiously tried to toss the coin, and looked at the result with hope. The result, heads, brought him a sense of relief.

"Wen Duo, the one who's wrapping things up, I think, I'd like to invite you to my home next Christmas Eve."

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

"It's gone, completely gone!"

Sinclair gripped the heads-up coin tightly, his voice unusually loud.

"Thank you, then I won't disturb your work any longer."

After exchanging contact information, Sinclair finally acted decisively and turned to leave the Well of the Moon exhibition hall.

Du Jue leaned against the wall, watching Sinclair's relaxed pace, and curled his lip. He wasn't a psychologist who could handle the psychological problems of urbanites; making this kid a little more confident was the best he could do.

Only after Sinclair disappeared around the street corner did Du Jue reach out and hail a taxi to rush to the orphanage.

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

[Yi Yin: Sigh, I feel so bored now that the cooking competition is over. Sweetheart, how are you? Are you free lately?]

Upon seeing Yi Yin's message, Du Jue frowned. He knew that this guy would probably cause trouble for him as soon as he had some free time, and making excuses wouldn't work on her.

When in doubt, first recommend the live stream to Yi Yin.

[Shamisen: We took down two hackers who were tracking our livestream location today. There's only going to be more of this, so you'd better upgrade my gear as soon as possible.]

[Brandon: Roland [50 eyes] Urban Girl, this drink tastes familiar! Camille [10 eyes] Wen Duo, you bastard who's just trying to drive traffic! Parala [10 eyes] Depreciation Helper recycles all kinds of second-hand items online, prices range from... [100 eyes] I am the head of the third section of an association. Do you really know the whereabouts of Lead Gray Melody? How many eyes do you need?]

I'll avoid being immediately drawn to Paralia's ads by these comments, and I won't block them out of consideration for our friendship.

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

That's kind of funny. You're asking me, I'm the leaden symphony?

Click.

After greeting the two caregivers, Du Jue composed himself and opened the door to Pianjiang's room. He found it completely dark except for the computer screen, which was still lit up. Pianjiang's haggard face appeared pale in the screen's light.

However, the moment she was barred from entering, Katae saw the surveillance video and jumped up in surprise.

"elder brother!"

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Chapter 110 Roland.

"I miss you so much."

Wearing light blue pajamas, Pianjiang excitedly came up and hugged Du Jue. The cool and quiet atmosphere in the room made Du Jue feel tired from doing commissions all day, and he immediately wanted to lie down and sleep.

"Have I checked your new dozen regenerable ampoules? Could you upgrade the pneumatic injector? I'm actually starting to miss this thing."

"Is it safe to live here? The Vacuum Fist has been trying to take over our territory recently, so you and the others shouldn't go out."

Du Jue yawned and nestled on the sofa. Pian Jiang clung to his back, but her light weight didn't make Du Jue uncomfortable; it felt like he was raising a pigeon.

"Ah."

Neither of them spoke, but let time pass by.

"Brother, is that city girl you?"

"Well, I only do occasional guest appearances. It's mostly my newly recruited Brandon interacting with the audience, and he's already made a lot of money in just a few days."

"Many people are interested in instructions, but won't your index finger cause you trouble if you do this, brother?"

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

Pianjiang stood up slowly, picked up the photo frame next to the computer desk. It was a group photo that Du Jue brought back when he went with the stray dog ​​to plunder the Axe Gang's spoils. In the photo, a girl with long, straight black hair was standing behind a man with wine-red hair.

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

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

After putting down the group photo, Pianjiang sat down next to Du Jue again, like a docile quail.

"It was clearly the Axe Gang that kidnapped my brother for a near-death experiment, but when he came back, he used his regenerative abilities to defeat the others and become the gang leader."

“Except for the borrower, my brother and the rest of the people can call each other brothers without any problem.”

“He became a different person after that. Even though I was afraid of killing, he would take me to the scene of gang killings and executions. Several times I was hurt by people who were about to die.”

“I’m not blaming my brother, because he really did protect me. But whenever I try to talk to him, I get interrupted and chased away. When he does speak, he just orders me to treat the wounded or stay by his side.”

“My family took him in back then, but we couldn’t protect him. Maybe he both loves me and hates me, but I can’t change either of those things.”

Pianjiang buried his head in Du Jue's arms.

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

"I guess that's how it is; life is life."

That's like he said nothing at all; Du Jue clearly didn't understand.

dong dong dong.

"Who?"

Du Jue carefully helped Pianjiang up, and really didn't expect anyone to knock 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! You really came?!"

"Please don't leave again, okay? I'll treat you to a big meal!"

Full of energy, Olivia hopped and skipped along, tugging at Du Jue's clothes, and handed him three fruit candies, each printed with the image of a city girl.

Wait, when did I release this kind of merchandise?

Hey!