Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

"Huh?" He turned around and found that the news was playing on TV.

"I think this accident was entirely caused by the negligence of the land and transportation department. The subway tunnel was old and in disrepair. The subway driver was also too old and was suspected of driving while fatigued. That's why this subway accident involving 20 people occurred. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured."

“Yeah, it’s great that everyone is okay. So, what do you think about the aging of the current generation of workers…”

Mitsui Yi's face was as gloomy as water.

Those are not fond memories.

If I hadn't awakened my personality mask, I might have really died there.

Wait... dying in the image space... should be "becoming disabled"!

Are you coming for me?!

I've been so busy these past two days that I've neglected this matter. I'll ask Kotetsu later, he should have already investigated it.

"The curry is almost ready. You didn't seem to like the coffee last time very much?" Sojiro asked suddenly.

Mitsui Tsubasa suppressed his uneasiness and turned to look behind the counter, where there were several lockers displaying various types of coffee.

Whether in the past or now, many people are keen on this freshly ground coffee beans.

They call it petty bourgeoisie, a life attitude.

But he let it go... happy water still made him happier.

"Ah... I personally like sweet things. I'm not used to bitter things like coffee."

"Haha." Sojiro laughed heartily twice, his shoulders shaking slightly, "When you enter society, work overtime frequently, stay up late to party, you will get used to drinking coffee. This bitter taste belongs only to adults."

"Okay, let's go with this Blue Mountain coffee, triple sugar. Any more and it will turn into sweet water."

The reddish-brown curry is served with coffee.

The pungent spicy aroma stimulates your appetite.

"I'm starting!" Mitsui Tsubasa clasped his hands together and said politely.

He picked up a ceramic spoon and dug deep into the rice, scooping up a large spoonful of rice covered in a thick, spicy curry. The steam was filled with the rich aroma of chilies and spices.

After blowing gently a few times, Mitsui Tsubasa carefully put the food into his mouth.

I really burned him last time, and even a layer of skin peeled off in his mouth...

As soon as he took a bite of the curry, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Tasty...but not too spicy.

The Japanese taste is indeed relatively light, not as good as the spicy cuisine of the southern countries.

After taking a sip of coffee, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but look at the sugar cube jar beside him.

Still not sweet enough...

Chapter 16: Shibuya 'Scout'

"Thanks for the treat, see you next time, boss."

As the wind chimes sway, waves of clear and melodious bell sounds echo in the air.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked out of Café Loublanc with a serious expression, then quickened his pace and trotted towards the vending machine not far away.

He hurriedly bought a can of oolong tea and eagerly poured the cold tea down his throat.

“Gudong, gudong…ah!”

That chili... turns out to be the type with a strong aftertaste!

I didn't realize something was wrong until I was halfway through the meal, but it was too late.

Chili Assassin!

God damn it!

After drinking a can of oolong tea, I finally came back to life.

A real man is like this, he will pretend to be cool even if it means crying!

It was so spicy that he almost cried. Mitsui Tsubasa took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped off the sweat.

The bodyguard was still waiting outside the alley. It was really inconsistent with his glorious image for him to go out in such a disheveled state.

After he had packed up and waited for the blush on his face to completely fade away, he walked towards the bodyguard with a calm expression.

"Little Lord."

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded and said casually, "Kotetsu, follow me later. I'm going to a store to buy some things."

"Yes." Kotetsu agreed and followed him silently.

After confirming the route, Mitsui Tsubasa led his bodyguards onto the Toyoko Line train.

It was the weekend, so there were not many passengers in the subway. Although there were no empty seats, the carriage did not seem crowded.

Mitsui Tsubasa chose a position to stand near the door. Considering that Yokenjaya Station was not far from Shibuya Station, he did not plan to take out his mobile phone during this short journey.

I simply closed my eyes and thought carefully about the subway accident last week.

I remember that at that time, the old man in the convenience store uniform claimed that he had only fainted for more than ten minutes and suspected that it was caused by hypoglycemia.

But if you think about it, this seems totally illogical...

Ordinary people should not be able to sense the existence of the impression space, and even if he enters and returns in front of them, they will not notice anything unusual. This has been verified many times in the original work.

If his real body entered the impression space, it should have disappeared directly from the outside world's perspective.

Moreover, the time does not match. His escape process in the impression space was obviously more than just a dozen minutes.

The old man was lying to me... or his memory was flawed...

Not only him, but all the passengers on the subway seemed to experience cognitive confusion...

Could it be cognitive science?

At that time, there was a person with a personality mask around him, who sent him into the image space! ?

At this point in time, there is a personality mask, it's Pancake... No, is it Goro Akechi!?

Or maybe other subordinates of Shitong Zhengyi...

As a member of a prominent family, Mitsui Tsubasa was very sure that the high-end political group could not have only a few thugs, but more like hundreds.

But what is the motive?

He is a young man who has just arrived. He has no power and no fame. Even if they want to target the Mitsui family, they should not target him.

God have mercy on me, I was attacked on the fourth day after arriving in Tokyo. How much hatred must I have to be so impatient!

Is this really the case? This doesn’t make sense at all.

Without motive, there is no action. This unclear "conspiracy" is still missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.

We need to investigate the driver who behaved abnormally and other injured passengers, hoping to find some clues from them.

"The next stop is Shibuya Station. Passengers who are getting off the train please get off in an orderly manner from the right side."

The subway announcement sounded, interrupting his thoughts.

After opening his eyes, Mitsui Tsubasa adjusted his gloomy expression in front of the car door glass, then turned around and prepared to get out of the car.

Kotetsu silently moved aside to make way for him.

The intimidation he exuded was so strong that the passengers who were preparing to get off the bus subconsciously parted to both sides, as if they were lining up to see him off.

Under normal circumstances, in order to maintain his polite and considerate image, Mitsui Tsubasa would definitely nod to them and express his gratitude.

But now, he is suspicious of everyone, as if they are all killers with ulterior motives...

So, he kept a wary distance and walked down the subway first with an expressionless face.

I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He just asked to go to school two days ago, but he didn't expect it to come back to him so soon.

You can no longer take the subway. In fact, any public transportation that may involve contact with strangers should be avoided as much as possible.

"Kotetsu...just keep driving me from now on."

"Yes."

……

As I walked out of the subway station, the noisy sounds all around me flooded into my ears.

"Japanese people, we must make our voices heard, now..."

"This is a report from Shibuya Station. Today, a JR train is passing by..."

Crowds gathered in the square in front of Shibuya Station, creating a lively scene.

Everywhere he looked, there were unfamiliar faces. Mitsui Tsubasa's brows were tightly furrowed and never relaxed.

Suspicious...too suspicious...in his opinion, everyone is suspicious!

I feel like I'm about to develop post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)!

Mitsui Tsubasa raised his head, determined the direction, and walked quickly towards Shibuya Central Street.

As the crowd moved forward, Mitsui Tsubasa noticed that the proportion of young people gradually increased as he walked further away. Shibuya's reputation as a 'town for young people' is indeed well-deserved.

Fortunately, since the business here is very prosperous, various road signs and guides are set up quite well, and Mitsui Tsubasa quickly found the familiar street in his memory.

“Are you a student?”

A middle-aged man wearing exaggerated sunglasses and with questionable clothing taste took the initiative to step forward. He looked at Mitsui Tsubasa and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Handsome boy, you have a good figure. I have a part-time job opportunity to make easy money. Are you interested? You can also meet many beautiful ladies! It's the famous...what's his name? Oh, Uehara..."

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at him in amazement, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Fortunately, Kotetsu, who was following behind him, stepped forward in time.

The tall and mighty bodyguard in a dark suit took a step forward and said fiercely, "Get lost!"

The suspicious man opened his mouth and was about to curse, but he caught a glimpse of Kotetsu's strong muscles that were almost bursting his suit.

His face changed and he wisely chose to turn around and leave.

Just like a clown.

It was not until the man walked a few steps away that Mitsui Tsubasa came back to his senses from the shock, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Tokyo is indeed an international metropolis, there are all kinds of people."

I've never seen anything this weird in my hometown.

He began to wonder if that man was the manager of a gigolo club, or a 'talent scout' for a company that specialized in shooting "small movies that can be performed by just a few people".

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he said, "Wait a minute."

"Hey? Are you interested, young man?" The man walked back with a lewd look on his face.

Mitsui Tsubasa did not answer, but just raised his chin slightly and gave Kotetsu a hint with his eyes.

Kotetsu understood what he meant, took a step forward calmly, and then threw a swift punch!

"Bang" sound.

The strange man fell to the ground wailing.

"Ouch... why are you hitting people! Where are the police, police..." He closed his mouth before he finished speaking.

Because Kotetsu's feet were already hanging in the air next to his face and could come down at any time.

He didn't dare to make another sound and could only hold his stomach and roll on the ground in pain.

Seeing that he was sensible, Kotetsu withdrew his foot at the signal of Mitsui Tsubasa.

Ah, now I feel much better~

Mitsui Tsubasa thought with satisfaction.

We have done another good thing today to maintain the city’s appearance!

Chapter 17: Huangmao must die!

Mitsui Tsubasa snorted in dissatisfaction, venting his displeasure.