The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

Just like the person under the shade of a tree and the person standing in the sun, one is light and the other is dark, forming a sharp contrast.

Dazai stood up from the bench under the tree and walked towards the person in front of him: "Oh my, you actually came to the appointment."

In the sunlight was a young man with orange hair, holding a small cardboard box, his blue eyes full of impatience.

"Tsk, take your junk away."

Chuuya Nakahara is one of the five top leaders of the Port Mafia and Dazai's partner when he was in the Port Mafia.

He is a person with special abilities who can manipulate gravity, and his special abilities are tainted with sorrow.

Chuuya didn't want to waste his precious time on Dazai at all, but unfortunately he was caught by the other party.

He stuffed the paper box into Dazai's hand and turned to leave: "Remember what you said, this is the end of Tokyo."

If a handle is used twice, Chuuya will have to consider killing Dazai to silence him.

Dazai opened the box and casually looked through it. It was better than he expected.

He also thought that after he defected, all his assets would be frozen and recovered by Hong Kong gangs, and all his personal belongings would be destroyed after investigation and evidence collection.

I didn't expect there were still some left.

Dazai teased Chuuya in a pretentious voice: "Chuuya is indeed a good person~, then where is the information I want?"

Chuuya's fists clenched instantly, and he gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to beat Dazai up.

"You bastard, you can find that information yourself, right?"

Looking at the previous posts on the Hong Kong Black internal communication network and the sealed member information, Chuuya didn't think that Dazai had to rely on him to get these things.

"Eh~, so Officer Chuuya means that he supports me in hacking into the Hong Kong gang's database?" Dazai misinterpreted Chuuya's words.

Chuuya's fists became even harder, and he told himself that he couldn't take action, as if he did he would fall into Dazai's trap.

"If you're sick, get treatment." Chuuya gritted his teeth and turned back to glare at Dazai.

He pulled a USB drive from his coat pocket and tossed it to Dazai, "That's all I can give you."

Dazai saw that he didn't want to stay any longer, and his evil mood came back.

He called Chuuya with deep meaning: "You said, if the Hong Kong gangsters found out, Chuuya would secretly meet with a traitor like me..."

"Damn Mackerel! Don't push your luck!" Chuuya was almost going crazy.

After not seeing you for such a long time, this bastard is still as calculating as ever!

Fortunately, Dazai didn't ask him to act like a young lady this time. He just made him angry and then went about his own business.

Chuuya simulated the scene of beating up Dazai in his mind, and only then did he calm down a little.

"Chuya, do you know why her file is sealed?" Dazai suddenly asked.

Although it was not stated, Chuuya understood.

Chuuya kicked the stone at his feet in annoyance and raised his voice: "Huh? How should I know that he wasn't your subordinate before?"

There is a gap of several levels between Chuuya and her, and she used to work for Dazai and later for Mori Ogai, so there is no way they would have any intersection.

"Hey, Dazai, what are you doing checking this guy out for?"

These materials were roughly screened by Chuuya before being copied, and they definitely have little to do with the current "business" of Hong Kong blacks.

Moreover, the sealed data either means that the related tasks have been invalidated or the member has died.

Is Dazai planning something bad by checking on a person who has been gone for a long time? Chuuya has a reasonable suspicion.

Dazai had already sat back down on the bench, he pulled out his laptop and began to look through the information on the USB drive.

"For a creature like a slug, being simple-minded isn't a bad thing, right, Chuuya?"

Dazai didn't intend to tell Chuuya what he was verifying.

Before the matter is fully investigated, the more people involved, the more trouble there will be.

Besides, up to this point, he had been investigating this only out of selfish motives.

"Hmph, whatever. Don't let me find out what evil plans you're having." Chuuya couldn't ask, so he could only warn Dazai like this.

In Chuuya's opinion, as long as it doesn't affect Hong Kong's underworld, it doesn't matter what happens to Dazai.

After Chuuya left, Dazai continued to stare at the computer screen. The information was almost the same as what he had found before.

But there is not much useful information. It is really outrageous that the personal profile is so brief.

There are no photos and very little identifying information.

Mori Qiulu (questionable), joined Hong Kong Black six years ago, his origins are unknown.

In two years, he went from being the leader of ten people to a secret guard who only obeyed the leader's orders, and then to a reserve cadre. His promotion speed was not much slower than Dazai's.

Her file was sealed four years ago, before Dazai's defection, so it's unlikely that she was implicated by him.

His special abilities are unknown, his achievements cannot be checked, and there is no record of his mission.

This is where it conflicts with Dazai's speculation.

There were only so many capable people in the Hong Kong underworld back then. There were some things that Dazai didn’t take over, nor did Chuu, nor did Ozaki Koye and the guerrillas.

So, who handled those things?

The file of a high-ranking official of a dark organization is so perfunctory?

It can be said that the files that Dazai spent two years cleaning in the Special Powers Department are not as simple as the files that she did not clean.

"Mori Akika..." Dazai couldn't figure it out.

He finally looked up the name in Tokyo, but it seemed to be of no use.

Even the previous connection to Qinghe was just his own guess.

Although Haruka denied it, Dazai still felt that his intuition was correct.

But if this person really exists, how did she manage to erase all traces of herself so thoroughly?

Is she an important person?

Dazai asked himself, and when he tried to recall this person, he didn't seem to feel any different in his heart.

An insignificant person? Then Dazai couldn't understand why he was so persistent in digging for the truth.

And the living habits that occasionally appear on him belong to another person...

The information is too fragmented to be connected properly.

Dazai closed his computer and searched through the cardboard box for something useful.

His old pistol and dagger, a diary full of resentment towards Chuuya, a camera of unknown brand and a photo album.

The lower layer is a sapphire hair ornament, a black crystal tassel hair ornament, and a pair of gold and jade hairpins...

"?" Dazai was confused. Chuuya was sure that he had taken the right thing?

Dazai took out the camera first, and it turned on normally without any problems. It seemed that Chuuya had checked it before taking it.

I don’t know what information these things can still retain after being investigated several times.

There are only some blurry photos in the camera, which look like they were taken accidentally.

The photo album is also unremarkable, with ugly photos of Nakaye from various angles, as well as ugly photos of himself in various strange states.

There are some nice photos, and there are many photos of him and Chuuya appearing together.

There seem to be two time periods, some of the photos are snow scenes, and some of the photos are of a village.

Dazai thought carefully about the circumstances under which he had traveled with the hated Chuuya.

So who was the one who made all this happen? Who took these photos?

Dazai carefully examined every photo, but couldn't find any clues about the third person.

"Hello." Chuuya came back.

He held a photo in his hand, which looked like it had just been developed. “Maybe this can be useful to you.”

When Chuuya was looking for something for Dazai, he unexpectedly remembered that he seemed to have a similar camera.

It’s just that it’s not used normally, so it’s just been left idle at home.

Zhong had no idea where the camera came from, but he went back to check the photos stored in it.

Chuuya threw the photo to Dazai like throwing playing cards, and then left cleanly without giving Dazai any chance to mock him.

Dazai caught the photo and turned it over to take a look at the front.

Ah, traces of the third man.

In the white snow, he was falling from mid-air with a rope around his neck, suspected to be an attempted suicide.

The snow on the branches fell down and covered the head of the person next to him.

It was a girl with long dark red hair and a familiar sapphire hair accessory in her hair.

Dazai stood up and put all the items into a cardboard box. Then he sent a message to Nakajima Atsushi, asking him to come and help get the things.

Dazai now has something to do, he has found evidence that can be used to accuse.