NEET Receives a Dating Sim Game Leveling System

- Chapter 44

After Seiji finished eating the desserts and drinking tea, it was time for the main topic of conversation.

"Approximately two weeks ago, in our group's territory, something strange occurred," Michirou Juumonji began to calmly narrate a story to Seiji, "somebody... froze to death."

"Froze to death?" Seiji furrowed his eyebrows.

It was currently late autumn, so two weeks ago would count as mid-late autumn. The temperature at that time meant that it impossible for someone to freeze to death.

The only exception Seiji could think of was if the person was homeless and in a truly terrible situation. This, in combination with absolutely awful weather, and the person in question coincidentally possessing a weak constitution... But, even so, it still seemed uncanny.

"Yes, he froze to death in a corner of the street." Michirou clapped his hands three times as he spoke.

A man in a black suit entered the room and bowed respectfully towards them before he placed an envelope onto the table and left the room.

'...Just how many people were standing outside the door awaiting orders?' Seiji's curiosity was roused, but he decided to look at the envelope's contents first.

Michirou Juumonji removed several pictures from the envelope and slowly placed the first one on the pile in front of Seiji.

The photograph depicted a young man with a punk-like hairstyle. He wore a leather jacket, jeans and was curled up into a ball in the corner of some obscure alleyway. He was hugging himself tightly; his face was ashen-white, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was filled with terror.

"This was the first one to be discovered, and as you can probably tell, he wasn't a homeless person, nor was he an old person with a weak body—he was merely an ordinary lowlife scumbag," Michirou informed Seiji.

'Hearing a mafia boss say the words lowlife scumbag, what a strange feeling...'

"Indeed, he doesn't look like someone that would have been reduced to freezing to death in an alleyway." Seiji nodded in agreement.

"However, it's indisputable that the cause of his death was freezing to death... My organization was looking for him for a certain reason, but when we found him, he was already in this terrible condition. His body was completely rigid and icy cold—just like a solid cube of ice," Michirou spoke in a calm tone. "My subordinates reported the incident to me as they felt the situation was abnormal. According to my judgement, it wasn't something we should meddle with, so I anonymously reported his death to the police. But we learned later from our sources within the police that this abnormal body wasn't even forensically inspected and ended up immediately cremated! No investigation, no deeper analysis of what happened, nothing!"

Seiji frowned. "What about the deceased's family members?"

"No idea. This guy came to our city about one year ago, and nobody cared about his past or family members, nor did he have any close friends... He's the type of scum that nobody would care about even if he died." Michirou's tone of voice remained unchanged

'Scum... When a mafia boss uses such a word, there's no condescension in his voice at all—he's merely stating a fact. This person died with nobody caring about him at all—a worthless person to others. There are a surprising number of such people in society.' Since Seiji had thirty years of experience from his previous life, he understood that the world had its dark places, so he wasn't surprised by this at all.

However, what Michirou Juumonji saw was the boy in front of him remaining calm and steady in front of such a situation, which he interpreted as the education that Seiji's family must have given him.