"Tsk, supernatural criminals... what kind of cult neurosis?!"

Hearing someone talking, the two people who were so lonely, ignored the monitoring equipment in the corridor, and started talking to each other.

"Your Excellency the Black Emperor, you should know best. The three of us are different from the lunatics next door. We are normal people and shouldn't be locked here at all!"

Among them, it is more intentional to say it to the police officers who are standing outside the cell.

"An idiot is an idiot! These 'madmen' in your eyes, before they came in, may have mastered the power beyond human beings and can crush you with one finger..."

The man in the depths of the cell despised the two of them with a penetrating tone.

"Pfft... The power beyond human beings?! Keita Guada, have you stayed here for a long time and have become crazy like them..."

"Have you forgotten, how did these 'big men' in your mouth scream under our combination of "Dance of Charm" and "Cloth Friction" in the morning? "

"Also, you're an 'idiot', because the wound on your **** is healed. Do you want to have **** with our brothers while you're in the shower?"

Enraged by the other party's arrogant attitude, the two strong men lying on the railing roared in anger.

In the cell at the other end, Keita Guada immediately lost his voice.

In this "Harajuku Underground Secret Prison", the "Nipple Brothers" with similar minds and normal IQs from the "Nippori Solution Club" have an overwhelming advantage in fighting skills, numbers and tacit understanding. .

And the agents in charge of 24-hour surveillance seem to deliberately want to test the reactions of those "neurotics", as long as they do not make excessively harmful or fatal actions, most of the "body friction" at the ordinary level of letting the wind or bathing It is to open one eye and close one eye.

As the only "normal person" here, Keita Tsuchiya, a self-proclaimed "Heir to the Black Emperor" from the Sicilian Murder Co., Ltd., died in Toyama Park and became a loner. Difficulty, let alone contend with them.

Based on the above reasons, these days, as the "Uncrowned King & Queen" in this underground prison, "Brother Nipples", in addition to the daily difficult routine interrogation, can be said to be in awe and enjoy the silky smoothness. .

However, the two still protest every day in the name of "protecting human rights" and demand that they be transferred to ordinary prisons.

As we all know, Japanese prisons have good food conditions, relatively sound living and entertainment facilities and medical facilities, birthday cakes, flowers or pets, reading books, TV, making handmade soaps, etc.

There are even many elderly people who have nowhere to live after retirement and who have lost the ability to live alone. They deliberately commit some sneaky petty crimes in order to achieve the goal of "living free" by staying in prison and being escorted by special personnel.

Compared with a real large prison, although this underground prison has a single room and does not need to participate in daily labor, it lacks various entertainment facilities such as a library, TV, basketball, fitness, etc., and the intensity of regular arraignment is also quite large.

"Crack...knock..."

Just as the three were arguing, the heavy gate at the end of the corridor opened with the crisp sound of gears turning.

"Finally, are you going to respond to our demands?"

A police officer in uniform was the first to enter the sight of "Brother Nipple".

"The last cell here is well ventilated, and it's never been lived in. It's very clean, so I'm sorry you are here for the time being..."

The police officer, who was usually scrupulous on weekdays, was now like a hotel boy who received guests. He nodded and bowed to lead a man behind him and walked along the corridor.

"Oh? Has a tender chicken (Fish) come in? It's time for entertainment again..."

Found a new inmate, "Brother Nipples" squeezed his face against the fence and looked towards the corridor.

"Something's wrong, these guys are not so polite to us usually."

Even Keita Tsuchiya, who was in the cell diagonally opposite, gathered a "tactical probe" out of curiosity.

"Tsk, was this guy just fished out of the toilet?"

As the distance got closer, a large breath of mixed alcohol, vomit and disinfectant hit the face.

"Hello..."

Behind the police officer, who appeared in the eyes of the three of them, was a blond man wearing only white boxer pants and holding a prison uniform in his hand.

"This tattoo area is no joke..."

This tall man's muscular body, except for the palms, soles of his feet, and above his neck, is covered with dense black tattoos.

"You said, could he be a top student in the Department of Architecture of the University of Tokyo, and the tattoo on his body hides the floor plan of this prison?"

"Then, he will pull us in next, use the marks on the tattoo to find suitable bolts, use the air release time to determine the most correct escape route, and finally use Hooke's law to calculate the force point of the wall, with Let's break the wall and leave together..."

"Brother Nipples" looked at each other and saw the sexual excitement in each other's eyes.

"Whoosh."

Just after the police officer walked through the cell where the three of them were, a smooth object kept rotating at a high speed and stopped precisely in front of the man with the prison uniform in his hand.

"This is... so it is, is the 'welcome ceremony' here in this style?"

Looking at the round object that was constantly spinning, resembling love and some kind of curve of the human body, and smelling the alkaline incense in his nose, the man frowned slightly, resisting the urge to bend down and pick it up engraved in his genes. Tsukuru walked over without knowing ~lightnovelpub.net~ Oh? You have some skills, boy, you can actually resist the charm of my 'handmade love soap'..."

"Don't leave in a hurry, tell me, what happened to come in?"

Seeing this scene, the **** brother who was lying on the railing stretched out a big hand full of curly hair to hold the other side across the fence, and asked a little provocatively.

What they didn't notice was that Keita Tsuchiya, who was probing his head in the cell on the other side, turned pale for some reason, turned around and shrank back.

"Hiccup...you ask me, what happened?"

Hearing the two people's questions, the blond man with the smell of alcohol stopped and faced the two with slightly narrowed eyes, twisted brows, and slightly unhappy nostrils.

"Tsk, you tender chicken, what kind of unhappy expression is this?"

"Believe it or not, tonight's shower time will make you feel the taste of friction and fire..."

Looking at the stinky face of the other party, the two of them were suddenly furious, and they wished they could hold this guy under their bodies and teach them a lesson.

"The details, I haven't figured it out yet..."

Reaching out his hand and rubbing his sore temple, he seemed to try to recall it. The blond man gave up and turned his face to the two of them: "According to the police, it's probably murder?"

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