Just as Zhuang Mu and the others were about to stand up, the cold voice came again.
"What I meant was, get in here."
Tears of humiliation welled up in their eyes, but Zhuang Mu and the others still chose to accept reality.
He covered his head with his hands again and rolled into the conference room in the same manner as before.
Most of the meeting room seats were empty, with only a few occupied.
Or rather, it's a ghost.
Except for Koinatsu, who had gone out to greet the Kocho Sisters, who was not here, Tamayo, Yushiro, Koume, Gyutaro were all seated.
Even Chachamaru chose a seat and lay down on it, stretching out her body freely and having a great time.
Hearing the commotion outside, the ghosts all turned to look in this direction.
Upon discovering the dozen or so people following behind Scribe, different expressions appeared on their faces.
Tamayo glanced at it only once before looking away, no longer curious.
Apart from the Scribe, few people could hold her attention for more than three seconds.
Yushiro observed for a while, his gaze constantly moving across the face of the human-shaped ball, as if he were looking at something strange.
Koume glanced at it briefly, then looked at Scribe with a smile on her face, completely oblivious to everything else.
As for Gyutaro, after carefully examining the human-shaped ball, a look of admiration and respect appeared on his face.
He pulled a notebook from his pocket, picked up a pen, and started writing something on it.
From the Scribe's perspective, there were several large characters written on the cover of the notebook.
The 100 Tortures in the Life of the Mister Scribe
The corner of his mouth twitched violently. Even the Scribe himself hadn't expected that Gyutaro would even memorize something like this.
"This is a form of performance art."
He coughed twice to ease the awkwardness a little, and then spoke.
"Of course, that's not the point. Let's hear what these 'artists' have to say."
Chapter 527 Dealing with Zhuang Mu and his gang
In an instant, all the ghosts present focused their attention on Zhuang Mu and the others.
"Is he the leader?"
"How can someone be so ugly?"
"I don't know what the internal structure is like."
"Can I kill him?"
Large beads of sweat rolled down Zhuang Mu's forehead. He could clearly sense that the people in front of him were senior executives of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals.
He forced a fawning smile, rubbed his hands together, and said.
"My name is Zhuang Mu, and I am the Crown Prince Ayu..."
Before he could finish speaking, Scribe slapped him on the back of the head.
"Get to the point, what are you here for?"
Yes, yes, yes.
Ignoring the fact that he had just rubbed his reddened head, Zhuang Mu glanced at Scribe with some fear.
"We've come here to arrest the Scribe and bring him back for questioning."
"I knew you lot were up to no good! What crime has the Mister Scribe committed?"
With a cold snort, Gyutaro slapped his thigh hard and stood up.
"To frame someone based on just a few photos of dubious origin, I don't think that Ah Yu is any good either!"
"Quiet down, brother."
Gently tugging at Gyutaro's sleeve, Koume, sitting next to him, gestured for him not to get so agitated.
"At least let this guy finish what he was saying."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mu couldn't help but feel moved.
It seems that this young girl is a really good person, being able to speak up for herself.
"After he finishes speaking, twist his head off and use it as a ball to kick around."
"Okay, no problem."
With a delighted expression, Gyutaro laughed loudly and then sat back down in his seat.
"Go ahead and tell me."
"I..."
The look of relief froze on Zhuang Mu's face, and an unintelligible sound escaped his throat.
"Alright, stop scaring him, Koume."
Shaking his head helplessly, Scribe walked to Koume's side and patted her head.
"Look how scared you've made him! He can't even speak anymore. How are we supposed to ask him anything?"
"Aren't there still many people who can't say anything and just turn their heads away?"
A smile appeared on his youthful face, but in the eyes of Zhuang Mu and the others, it was a terror no less than that of a demon.
"Tell me everything you know."
Holding Koume in his arms, Scribe sat in her seat and spoke to Zhuang Mu.
"Do you know where the photos came from? What do you know? Tell me everything clearly."
"The Crown Prince did not tell us where the photos came from."
With his head down, the cold sweat that he didn't bother to wipe away instantly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
"All I know is that if I want to take the Scribe back, I must capture him alive."
Zhuang Mu's words piqued the Scribe's curiosity, and he pressed for an answer.
"Why capture them alive?"
According to the laws of this country, if the Scribe is indeed the perpetrator in the photograph, he would be better off surrendering to an arresting officer like Zhuang Mu.
If they encounter someone who puts up a stubborn resistance, they are also entitled to kill them on the spot.
But according to Zhuang Mu, A Yu didn't seem to want Scribe to die.
Or rather, they don't want him to die now.
"I don't know the specifics, but when the old steward told us, he seemed to mention that the Crown Prince wanted to question you."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Have no idea."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe turned his head slightly to look at Tamayo.
Their eyes met, and they both saw the affirmation in each other's eyes.
This special request further convinced them that Ayu knew quite a lot.
If you were to ask, it would definitely not be a simple killing process.
"How come you don't know anything?"
When Zhuang Mu spoke haltingly, and asked three questions, he didn't know two and a half of them, which made Gyutaro angry again.
"Let's just kill him, Mister Scribe."
"I have medicine here that can make him experience all kinds of human suffering before he dies."
Yushiro had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, while stroking something in his arms.
Zhuang Mu's face, which had finally regained some color, turned deathly pale again. He kowtowed repeatedly, his face filled with terror.
"It's not that I'm deliberately hiding it from you all, I really don't know, I really don't know!"
"If the adults don't believe me, just ask someone else!"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe looked at the Gyutaro.
The latter understood immediately, grinned maliciously, stood up, and walked up to a man.
He grabbed the other person by the collar and lifted him up.
The stark contrast between her slightly thin frame and the man's tall and robust physique made the sight almost unimaginable.
"Is what he said true or false? Is he hiding anything?"
"It's true, Zhuang Mu is telling the truth, there's nothing he's hiding!"
Nodding in satisfaction, Gyutaro loosened his grip, and the man slammed heavily onto the floor.
Just when he thought he was alright, Gyutaro suddenly slapped him across the face, and his cheek instantly swelled up.
Are you sure?
"Yes, I'm sure."
Using the same method, Gyutaro and Zhuang Mu's other subordinates engaged in friendly inquiries and exchanges.
The final results confirmed that Zhuang Mu was not lying.
After being asked, many people, exhausted from the "long journey," simply collapsed on the ground and fell asleep.
"Um, may I go now?"
Zhuang Mu glanced at his men lying on the ground "sleeping" and gave them a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"I can guarantee that I will not tell anyone what happened today!"
"Let's just kill it already, it's useless anyway."
Yushiro's suggestion was approved by Gyutaro, who looked at Zhuang Mu with great excitement.
"Don't make this place dirty."
Nodding, the Scribe's face remained calm, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.
"Okay!"
With a grin, Gyutaro responded and then walked over to Zhuang Mu, grabbing his heel.
Looking into the other person's eyes, which were like those of someone eyeing their prey, Zhuang Mu felt a chill run down his spine.
"No, no, don't kill me!"
In the face of life and death, Zhuang Mu also unleashed the greatest power of his life.
He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into Gyutaro's face.
"Click"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and he collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.
Are you scratching an itch?
As he spoke, Gyutaro's slightly flushed skin returned to normal.
Seeing what was happening before his eyes, Zhuang Mu's pupils contracted to their maximum size.
At this moment, he realized that the seemingly ordinary man in front of him was not as simple as he appeared.
"Kill him! Kill them all!"
Knowing he was powerless to resist alone, Zhuang Mu roared, wanting his men to join him.
But as soon as they finished speaking, they smelled a strange fragrance they had never smelled before.
Immediately afterwards, his body became immobile.
"Bewitching Blood * Visual Dream Fragrance"