Hong Kong Black Headquarters Building, in the office of the top leader.

Mori Ogai was staring at the desk in front of him in a daze. There was nothing on the desk except a photo.

Through the window behind Mori Ogai, you can see that the sky depicts a scene where the clouds have disappeared and the rain has dispersed. The sun is scattered all over the city, and the dew rolls down every leaf.

With the remnants of Mimic wiped out one by one, the city has regained its former vitality, whether it is on the sunny side or the dark side, everything is back to normal.

Mimic left no mark on Yokohama.At least it seems so.

Originally, there were many things piled up on Mori Ogai's desk, such as records of financial losses, casualties of subordinates, and various reports.

Of course, compared with the gains of Hong Kong and black this time, all the losses are not considered losses, and they are enough to fully make up for it.

The Mimic event ended just as Mori Ogai had planned, and the license to open the ability was successfully obtained. This result can be said to be perfect enough to hold a banquet to celebrate with joy.

In theory, he should be so happy that he couldn't stop laughing, but because of some things that came to his mind, Mori Ogai didn't smile at all.

It was very rare for him to temporarily put aside his official business, leaving only a photo on his desk, and then there was a long silence.

"The cadre Dazai-sama is here." A subordinate reported.

Mori Ogai regained his senses, stretched out his hand and turned the photo upside down, and then called Osamu Dazai in.

"Oh, Dazai-kun, I thought you were angry with me." He said friendly.

Osamu Dazai walked into the office step by step, and stopped when he was still far away from Mori Ogai, as if he was unwilling to approach.

The black-haired young man with iris-colored eyes looked at the leader in front of him with hard-to-read eyes, and avoided talking about what Mori Ogai said: "Boss, you should know what I want to ask, right?"

"Of course, Dazai-kun, you want to know the whereabouts of Oda Sakunosuke, right?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Exactly, a whole day has passed since the death of the leader of Mimic, but Oda Saku has disappeared without a trace. There is neither a body nor a trace of existence. I think if it is you Do you know something about it?"

Although Osamu Dazai used a very common tone of asking questions, there was an imperceptibly aggressive atmosphere.

It's like a backlash.

Mori Ogai smiled slightly: "Well, this is a reasonable inference. After all, I planned the whole thing secretly. But, I can't answer you only this question, because I don't know either."

Osamu Dazai didn't respond, but just stared at Mori Ogai's smiling face expressionlessly.

After a while, Mori Ogai sighed as if to surrender: "I really don't know. Although I completely calculated Oda Sakunosuke in the matter of Mimic, I failed to control the overall situation. As We all know that Sakunosuke Oda finally disappeared in that western-style building and in that closed environment."

"So...why?" Dazai asked.

Maybe it wasn't a question, but just a confused murmur.

Mori Ogai shrugged his shoulders: "Actually, a woman named Sakata Ginko once announced to me that she would take Oda Sakunosuke away, and her weapon was a wooden sword."

And Gide was killed by a wooden knife.

Although I don't know how Miss Sakata did it, but she is really amazing.

Osamu Dazai's perplexed retelling: "Ginko Sakata?"

"Yes, a name you've never heard of, right? It's like a fictional character created by a supernatural power out of nothing, and you can't find him anywhere in the world." Mori Ogai smiled.

Judging from his smile, he is not very troubled by this: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. I must admit that Ms. Sakata has done things that we can't do. Not only did Sakunosuke Oda disappear, but even his five The child and the owner of the western restaurant also disappeared together, they were simply taken away, if there were no photos left behind, I would have thought I had a dream."

But reality is always more unreal than dreams.

Mori Ogai flipped through the photos on the desktop.

Osamu Dazai stepped forward, picked it up gently, and looked at it carefully.

In the photo, a woman with silver hair and red eyes is looking in the direction of the camera, holding a wooden knife tightly in her hand, standing in front of an overturned car, which is burning in flames.

The composition of the picture is full of beauty, rendering a turbulent atmosphere, and making people feel fascinated.

"Can you give me this photo?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and asked.

Mori Ogai replied with a good attitude: "Then give it to Dazai-kun. If you can find her, maybe you can get the whereabouts of Oda Sakunosuke."

Osamu Dazai put away the photo: "Then the leader, I will take my leave first."

He turned and walked out.

"Wait a minute, Dazai-kun, will you come back?" Mori Ogai asked Dazai-kun's back.

Osamu Dazai stopped, half turned his body and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and continued to walk outside.

"I will reserve your cadre position for you, if you want to come back anytime." Mori Ogai added in a slightly hurried voice.

However, this time Osamu Dazai walked out of the chief's office as if he didn't hear it at all.

There was no hesitation in his steps, neat and decisive.

In this way, he walked out of the Hong Kong and Hei Building all the way, and walked towards the city of Yokohama, which became much clearer after the storm.

Mori Ogai sat where he was and didn't choose to chase him out. He turned his chair to face out the window, took a light breath, and then let it out deeply, as if to empty out all the emotions that had been deposited in his heart for a long time.

The so-called leader is someone who stands at the apex of the organization and is also a slave of the entire organization.For the benefit of the organization, no matter how excessive things will be carried out.

Mori Ogai was not surprised by Osamu Dazai's departure, this was the end that was calculated from the beginning.

only……

He rested his elbows on the armrest of the seat, resting his cheeks and lamenting: "Alice-chan lost her temper because of Miss Sakata's disappearance, how can I coax her..."

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"Yin Sang! Come here, Yin Sang!" Xin Baji stood in the corridor outside Wanshiwu's door and shouted to the downstairs.

"What's the noise! ​​Didn't you see Ah Yin that I was taking care of my little sheep?"

"You can do it after maintenance, anyway, Yinsang, hurry up and take a look!"

Sakata Yinshi had no choice but to leave behind his beloved little sheep scooter, and climbed up the stairs muttering: "What could happen? The toilet is blocked, right? If the toilet is blocked, you can use your leather Pull it out, don't think about throwing it to adults when you encounter difficulties, you should learn to grow up yourself!"

Xin Baji supported his glasses and replied: "It would be great if the toilet was clogged. I have already learned how to use a leather pinch, but now I have to deal with the situation that you have to personally solve!"

Sakata Gintoki stepped into the house of all things carelessly: "What do you mean I have to solve it myself? I practiced the shadow clone technique in a dream, and I left a clone behind when I woke up. Didn't the clone be put away? Unless it's this level Situation otherwise nothing is required of me—ga?"

He stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of him.

Then he said to himself very unconfidently: "Is the way I entered the door wrong? Okay, let's do it again."

Sakata Gintoki backed out of the door as if sleepwalking, and closed the door of Wanshiwu stiffly, and then mustered up the courage to pull the door open suddenly while he was not paying attention.

In theory, doing so can break all illusions.

However, the picture he saw did not change in any way.

Inexplicably, there were eight extra human beings in the supposedly empty guest room of Master House, consisting of five children and three adults.

Three of the adults had injuries of varying severity, and the one with the most severe injuries...

"Has my shadow clone technique reached perfection?" Sakata Gintoki questioned his soul in disbelief.

The author has something to say: The timeline is completely closed √ There should be no bugs, it is really bald.

Hey, I'm sleepy, good night everyone~

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Yan Si threw a mine

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