Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 342 - 261 Accumulating Worth

The broadcast once again resonated with announcements:

"Capture successful."

"The current points for the ’ghost’ are 7."

"Target points are 159."

"The trial continues."

...

Inside the Seven Sins Temple, A Qi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Look! Only this way is fair, no one has any immunity or cessation privileges, once the trial begins, only victory can end it."

Moriyama Yasurou’s gaze fell on the television screen in the corner, the camera facing Minamoto Tamako’s panicky little face.

After the broadcast sounded, she and Fujiwara Homare wanted to slip away, but Asahara Shoko clearly wouldn’t let them leave easily, bringing them both into the auditorium to sit with the many believers.

Moriyama Yasurou retracted his gaze, turned and squinted at A Qi: "What you are doing, how is it different from the fanatics of the sect?"

"We are purer, treating everyone equally." A Qi said proudly.

"Then will you participate in such a trial? Just sitting here and watching, how is it different from the Aum Truth Sect?" Moriyama Yasurou reprimanded coldly.

"Of course we will."

A Qi paused and added: "We will certainly participate."

Upon hearing this, Moriyama Yasurou cursed inwardly, realizing the difference between the designers and the Aum Truth Sect — the former is crazier, more reckless.

A Qi leaned slightly forward, pointing at the screen, and continued, "Now that Miss Yu Zi stayed, I won the bet, and according to the agreement, you also have to stay..."

"Ha, have you forgotten something?"

Moriyama Yasurou crossed his arms, also sitting on the audience seat, with her legs crossed, the high-slit gown’s side revealing white, slender leg lines: "I said earlier: ’If no one stops her, she will definitely choose to leave’... wasn’t there a prerequisite?"

"Oh!"

A Qi pretended to suddenly realize it and said, "So, you mean, Miss Yu Zi must make the choice herself, right?"

Moriyama Yasurou nodded, but then she realized that there was a logical trap in this statement: ’making the choice herself’ does not equal ’not being stopped,’ she wanted to change her wording, but saw A Qi clapping hands indicating that the bet is updated, and the game continues.

While the two spoke in low voices, all participants around were in a state of panic — no signal on their phones, satellite phones also disrupted, everyone had no way to contact the outside world.

Being at someone’s mercy, I am like fish on the chopping board.

Without security guarantees, after the thrill and freshness disappeared, only the most primitive fear remained.

The Seven Sins Temple had no emergency passage, the only way out was the elevator, but they pressed for a long time without any response.

At this time, the huge screen standing in the central square switched pictures.

"Rules Updated"

"Participants can get point rewards for participating in the trial"

"Participants need to redeem ’tickets’ with points to leave"

"Below is the point price list"

...

Moriyama Yasurou looked up and found the list was filled mostly with strings of numerical codes, she couldn’t help but ask what they were, A Qi explained: "Those are the numerical codes of the participants... you don’t count as a participant, so you’re not on it for now."

"What do you mean? Using points to exchange for lives?" Moriyama Yasurou didn’t understand.

"That’s too crude, can’t show the scarcity of points," A Qi shook his head and said, "Points are everyone’s ’value’."

Saying this, he pointed to the screen, currently, everyone’s points are 0, only the participant with the number 9527 had 7 points: "Here, everyone’s starting point is the same, the higher the points, the higher the value."

"Oh, what’s the use of having a high value?" Moriyama Yasurou asked.

"I would love to say people with high value can call the shots outside, be invincible... but unfortunately, only on this island can achieve the utopia of everyone being equal."

A Qi lay back with his hands behind his head and said, "’As long as you work hard, you will be rewarded,’ is a rule here set in stone. If you have enough points, you can buy other participants’ lives according to the price list... it’s not an exaggeration to say it’s a life restart."

"What do you mean?" Moriyama Yasurou didn’t understand.

"It means taking their place."

A Qi pointed to a potbellied man in the crowd: "See him? A current councilman, has power and influence outside, must have embezzled a lot too. If you intend to buy his life with points, we will have people extract all his life details, all secrets laid bare..."

"If you wish, we can devise a weight gain plan, plastic surgery scheme, gender reassignment, completely turn you into his likeness, replacing his original life."

"If you don’t wish, that’s okay too, we can dig out his eyeballs, make a mold of his face, cut off his fingerprints from his fingers, make a 1:1 human skin suit, you can wear the skin disguise, or you can resell it to others."

"Of course, if you’re already high-ranking and powerful, and enjoy beautiful bodies, you might want to use points to buy a living person. That’s not impossible. We can give them a special collar and keep them on the island. You can visit whenever you want, but taking them off the island is not allowed."

"It’s worth mentioning that if you don’t want to be bought by someone, you must constantly participate in trials to earn points—spending points will lower your value, which carries the risk of being bought. So, I suggest you consume rationally and not spend all your savings on impulse."

...

After listening to his lengthy monologue, Moriyama Yasurou noticed a blind spot: "So, according to you, I’m not a participant yet, which means I can leave anytime, right?"

"Of course." A-Seven nodded. fгeewebnovёl.com

"How do I leave?" Moriyama Yasurou asked.

"That’s your problem." A-Seven teased.

The next second, Moriyama Yasurou pulled out a shard of a milk jar and pressed it against his throat, the sharp porcelain cutting skin, a drop of blood sliding down his Adam’s apple.

A-Seven leaned back, quickly raising both hands to indicate surrender; Moriyama Yasurou leaned in to demand that he lead the way out, but was unexpectedly refused.

"Sorry, I’m a man of principles, the game isn’t over, how can I pay the stakes in advance?"

"Your stakes are chips, not leading me out," Moriyama Yasurou grabbed the other’s collar, coldly saying, "Besides, this is also part of the game."

"Uh?" A-Seven was stunned.

"There’s no rule saying I can’t use violence," Moriyama Yasurou pulled him up, shoving him, saying, "Lead the way!"

"Can’t go, you haven’t noticed? The elevators are shut down." A-Seven seemed resigned.

"You’re a designer, you must have a way," Moriyama Yasurou tried to make his tone fiercer, aggressively saying, "Otherwise, I’ll chop off your fingers... every five minutes I delay, I’ll chop one off!"

"You are being unreasonable..."

"Who cares about reason!" Moriyama Yasurou slapped him backhand.

"Don’t push me, believe it or not, I’ll resist..."

"Lead the way!" Moriyama Yasurou slapped him again with his right hand.

"Hey! It doesn’t hurt! I’m wearing a mask! You probably hurt your own hand slapping!"

"Does it hurt?" Moriyama Yasurou hit him hard with an uppercut, pinning A-Seven to a chair and punching and kicking: "Does it hurt! Huh? Speak!"

"If you have guts, kill me! I won’t go even if you kill me!" A-Seven shouted, covering his head.

Moriyama Yasurou beat him for a while, her hands were tired from hitting, and she rested holding the back of the chair, panting for breath. She saw A-Seven’s true face and realized the opponent was quite young, at least ten years younger than her, and pretty cute, which triggered her cute aggression, causing her to kick him hard twice more.

A-Seven was really fair, didn’t call for bodyguards to intervene, nor did he ask others for help, just taking the beating without agreeing.

Moriyama Yasurou had no solution; even if she killed him, it wouldn’t do her any good but lose a relatively reliable source of information... A-Seven likely knew this, which is why he was so fearless.

As she stopped, A-Seven lifted his head, asking, "Had enough?"

Moriyama Yasurou didn’t respond; A-Seven got up, dusted himself off, adjusted his suit collar, and triumphantly put his mask back on: "Everything is within my expectations!"

"..."

"Don’t stare at me like that, you can’t do anything to me, this is the difference in intelligence, understand? Relying solely on violence can’t solve all problems."

A-Seven sat back in his chair, pointed to his temple, boasting a bit, then invited Moriyama Yasurou to continue watching the television, acting as if inviting a friend to watch a favorite cartoon.

Moriyama Yasurou returned to her seat, contemplating how to escape.

She knew with her abilities, she definitely couldn’t save Minamoto Tamako and the others; doing well just not dragging them down was good enough!

She couldn’t help here; only by escaping could she call in reinforcements.

The TV screen continued to broadcast surveillance footage; after confirming she couldn’t leave, everyone calmed down, starting to spectate the trials and learn from them.

They were all elites of elites, already aware of the role of points, opportunities accompanied by risks, and could definitely earn the first pot of gold while others had low values—currently, on the TV, "Ghost" has the most points among participants.

The camera focused on the auditorium, the sect core members had gathered, most didn’t take the trials seriously, including Asahara Shoko himself, still troubled by the withdrawal of investors, unconcerned with the "Ghost" catching people.

"It’s outrageous! Only Mr. Asahara can be the Sect Hierarch!"

"Exactly! Sect Hierarch is blessed by the True God!"

"I’ll only ever be loyal to the Sect Hierarch in this life! If heretics dare to seize the Sect Hierarch’s position, they’ll have to step over my corpse!"

Asahara Shoko conveyed investors’ words, asking his subordinates’ opinions, turning the auditorium into a performance showcase, all core members were indignant, some even cried, saying things like ’Without the Sect Hierarch, I can’t live’ and ’Sect Hierarch is the real sun of this world’...

The surveillance footage was crystal clear, several core members sat outside Asahara Shoko’s sightline, couldn’t hold it for a moment and accidentally smiled, then realizing it, quickly restrained their smiles, and squeezed out some tears.

"Sect Hierarch... boo hoo ah..."

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