[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Invading the Port Mafia Building is not an easy task. There are countless monitors and heavy guards, as well as permits that only allow middle and high-level personnel to enter and exit, making the Port Mafia Building one of the most difficult places to invade in Yokohama. .

However, I have stolen and dissected the internal structure diagram of the mafia building from the military and police intelligence database. go in?

In fact, at this moment, I am crawling like a silent ant hiding in the shadows in the ventilation ducts of the building.Twenty or ten minutes have passed since I first dived in. I crawled in the narrow and deep ventilation duct, and my whole body felt the tremor of the wall—like the tremor of being beaten involuntarily by a powerful foreign creature.

...It must have been the movement that Chuya made.Just thinking about it, I can see the picture of him wreaking havoc with unmatched gravity. Such an enemy is too tricky, whether it is powerful physical skills or weird ability to manipulate gravity.

Feeling that the vibration that spread here subsided a little, I immediately pressed my ears to the ground carefully, and soon heard a slight sound from below - eager, complicated and heavy footsteps, And the scolding and shouting that can't be heard clearly.It seems that Zhong Yuanzhong has also successfully attracted most of the guards in this building.

That being the case, I have to seize the time as soon as possible.Thinking secretly in my heart, I quickly reached the end of the ventilation duct according to the planned route, and then kicked the welded exhaust vent open, and then jumped from here.

A thick, dark red carpet is laid on the place where the eyes can see under the feet, even if they jump from the ceiling, it will not make a sound.I looked around. This should be a place like an archive or a reference room. The hard walls are occupied by built-in bookcases that are airtight, and the bookcases that are so high that they almost touch the ceiling are like woven shells. Arranged neatly.

The room is completely closed, the door is locked, and the only connection to the outside world is a small air vent. There is a strange smell in the room, the smell of a lot of materials and papers, the smell of something starting to rot, All mixed together into a feeling of heaviness that is enough to suffocate.

I scanned the surroundings, and finally looked far to the left, and landed on the second row of huge bookshelves on the left.I stared at that place for a while, then pulled out the pistol pinned to my waist, and fired a shot at the empty place with no expression on my face.

In the blink of an eye, a handful of fluffy, fluffy black hair emerged from the back of the bookshelf, and the flying bullets grazed the soft black hair that had just emerged, and hit the back like a giant The bookshelf, then bounced to the side at an out-of-the-way angle, and finally fell to the ground without a sound.

The black hair that had barely been brushed by the bullet immediately shrank back.I faced that position and the person hidden behind the bookshelf and held the muzzle straight, with no expression on my face, and no intention to speak, until I saw a fluffy bird under my dark muzzle. His head poked out from behind the bookshelf, spitting out a pearl like a clamshell.

It was a teenager about 15 years old, wearing a suit that was too large, and because the black suit on his body did not match his figure, his body seemed a little thin.He has fluffy black hair, a white bandage on his forehead, and a clean gauze that is used to stop the bleeding but has no blood stains on his face.

After removing the bandages and gauze, the remaining half of the face showed an overly fair, almost transparent complexion, and an eye that fit the deep and closed environment very well.But the eye that should have died together with the gaze looked at me brightly, as if it finally saw something long-awaited.

"What a pity, what a pity," the black-haired boy murmured, "that bullet was almost able to go through my head. If I was shot, I would probably have my brains shattered, right?"

Although I didn't know what a pity it was, I shook my head and replied honestly, "No. A bullet through the head would only cause intracranial hemorrhage."

"I see—" he elongated his voice, and a look of longing appeared on his face, "That's really exciting. Can you shoot me again? That bullet."

I thought for a while, then shook my head, and said, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't, the number of bullets in my gun is really limited." At this point, I paused, and added politely, "It's a pity that I can't waste it on you." body."

Hearing this, the black-haired boy seemed to feel a huge sense of loss in an instant, shaking his head while repeating: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

In the current scene, the black-haired boy revealed a weirdness that he could clearly feel but couldn't speak.His body is thin and weak that can be seen with the naked eye. The strength of his arms, waist and legs is ordinary, inconspicuous, and even below the average line. If you want to get rid of him, go over and beat him directly One punch is enough—the physical fitness is so ordinary that there is no threat at all.

The door of the archive room has been locked from the outside, and it is absolutely impossible to enter or exit without the correct combination lock input.It looked like he was locked in this place.

I thought secretly in my heart, and kept pointing the gun at him without moving, although I can guarantee that the moment the other party makes a change, I can shoot him with the gun-it won't burst out brains, it will only cause a lot of damage. Intracranial hemorrhage -- but I still vaguely feel that my actions are a bit strange, like the kind of weirdness of holding a gun but aiming at an illusory ghost.

He stared straight at me with the only remaining eye that was exposed outside, without any intention of speaking, as if he was observing my actions with all his curiosity, so he didn't have any spare time.

I asked, "Excuse me, why are you here?"

He blinked his eyes, and answered me in a relaxed tone without thinking: "Is this it? I'm here to look for books. After thinking about it, the paper in this place is the best. The folded paper airplane can fly faster. Far."

As he spoke, as if he was trying to verify the correctness of what he said, he spread out the seemingly very precious materials and books in his hand, tore off one of the pages without blinking, and then threw the thick book away .

He skillfully folded the thin sheet of paper into a decent paper airplane, and then threw it casually——

The paper airplane flew in my direction.But it is a pity that just halfway through the beautiful arc, the fuselage of the stack of paper shook violently twice, and finally fell to the ground still some distance away from my feet.

"Oops—" he said dryly, "it failed."

I looked at the lonely paper airplane, then at him, and my eyes became puzzled: "It's so strange. Who are you?"

He looked at me with his blood-dried eyes, but he didn't seem to look at me, and his voice was still without any emotion: "Who knows. Maybe it's a ghost wandering here because of resentment, waiting for you Ordinary beautiful women go to the underworld together."

I nodded to express my acceptance of the statement, and said, "Okay. If that's the case, then I understand."

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"No no no no no no!!"

The boy who claimed to be a ghost and expected to go to hell with me was firmly tied to the chair by me, almost completely integrated with the chair.Since even his mouth was tied up, he could only sit on a chair and writhe his body like floating seaweed, making indistinct sounds.

What bound him was, of course, the bandages ripped from his body.

Speaking of which, when he took off the bandages on his body, the other party showed a shy expression - what was that, it was so disgusting, thinking about it carefully, I almost vomited.

Listening to the other party's voice of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" was a little annoying, I casually tore off a page from the classics placed on the table, crumpled it expressionlessly, and threw it behind me.But looking back, I also knew that this crumpled ball of paper would land on his head without any mistakes, smashing his forehead squarely.

"It's too loud," I said without turning my head. "Please don't make strange noises."

The other party's voice immediately changed a tune: "Oh, oh, oh~~~~"

I:"……"

I could only ignore him as much as I could, staring intently at the dimly lit computer screen, looking up information on the port mafia and the man.

It records that the man and the port mafia have multiple arms deals worth up to 5000 million US dollars, but due to the shortage of capital chains on the port mafia side, the transactions cannot be carried out smoothly.At the same time, that man was still secretly funding the actions of the Advance Party, and the double pressure and division from inside and outside pushed the current leader into a rather embarrassing situation.

"——If you are looking for him," a voice sounded from beside me, "he is right here. He is imprisoned by Mr. Mori."

I looked to the side, and saw that the boy, who was obviously tied up by me and couldn't move, moved freely for some reason.He sat on the cold, hard and dark desktop, shaking his slender legs back and forth, and looked at the computer screen nonchalantly from time to time.

That's not my concern.I asked, "Isn't he dead?"

The young man remained silent, staring at me with pale and empty eyes for a long time, a subtle change suddenly appeared on his face.He said, "So that's how it is...I know."

"With no memory of the past, I want to find the proof of my own existence, but all I can find is the fear and embarrassment beyond my imagination. Should I stop? Or should I deceive myself, let nature take its course, and start a new life without any burden? What about life? There are so many choices, which one should I choose?"

Having said that, his voice paused.Immediately afterwards, the black-haired boy couldn't help looking at me with malicious and mocking eyes, as if he wanted to cut me clean from the inside out and see clearly.

But soon, such eyes disappeared, and he said to himself in a brisk tone: "Which one will it be?"

I:"……"

I didn't answer him, and I didn't even have the slightest desire to speak to him.I just silently reached out to him.

Along with my movements, the careless nasty look on the black-haired boy's face disappeared, and he began to slowly become tense.

"...wait a minute, there is only a little bit of bandage left on my body, do you really want to take it off? This is no different from taking off my clothes! Don't look at me like this, I'm a very shy person... Mmmmmmm!!"

I learned my lesson and tied him even tighter this time, so that he fell to the ground, unable to move, and could only wriggle like a newborn worm.Of course, his mouth was also tied up by me.

I squatted beside him, put my hands on my knees, and quietly lowered my eyes to look at him.After a while, I said with a blank face: "Although I don't understand how you know, I don't like others to explore my affairs. So please don't do it again."

"Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~"

"Curiosity doesn't work either."

"No no no!"

"Go to hell together? Sorry, I can't do this either. Because my ideal is to live as a widow and inherit hundreds of millions of inheritance."

"No no no no!"

"Even if you make a lot of money, in my opinion, it's just a cash machine with a time bomb installed."

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Not good.Not only did I not gain much from coming to this place, but I also ran into a strange person.No matter how you look at it, it's extremely bad.

Just as I was about to withdraw from the original ventilation duct, there was a sudden movement at the door.

Someone opened the door, pushed it half-complainingly and walked in.

"Dazai, how long do you want to play in it? If there is a little less stuff in it, it will make me feel very troubled—"

The voice of the visitor stopped abruptly.The other party seemed to be a doctor, his desolate appearance was incompatible with this place, he was wearing an old white coat, and even if his black hair was neatly brushed back, he looked a little depressed, not to mention that there were still signs of poor mental state. shadow.

As soon as he saw my face, his voice and movement stopped.There was an expression of surprise or surprise on his face, and if he had to say it, it was like taking out an extra sum of money from his pocket for no reason while walking on the road, and he didn't even know the situation very well.

"--You are?"

As soon as he made a sound, I punched him in the face.I didn't mean to be merciless, so he flew backwards and didn't stop until he hit a solid wall.His body slid down against the wall, and finally he sat down on the ground, his head powerlessly tilted to one side.He was knocked out by me - his physical fitness is so ordinary that he doesn't pose any threat.

At this time, scattered applause sounded behind me.I looked back and found that the boy broke free again at some point, and the white bandages were scattered all over the floor. He was slowly removing the bandages that bound his lips.

"Would you like to come and make a prophecy?" he said.

"I still have a lot of experience in prophecy, and none of the prophecies I made did not come true." He didn't stand up, but sat on the ground in his original posture, and said to me lightly, "I prophesy that we will meet again soon." Meet."

"At that time, the person who can hold a weapon and shoot will definitely be me."

—What kind of prophecy is this.

——It must be a curse.

I was held on the shoulders of Zhongye Zhongyuan, looking at the rapidly retreating scenery and the crowd shrinking into small black spots at my feet, thinking silently in my heart.

The Zhongyuan Zhongya, which has made a big fuss, is now like a wild haze that can't stop at all, shuttling quickly between the tall buildings.

I blinked, and subconsciously reached out to my pocket, but I didn't touch the silver ring hidden there in advance.I froze for a moment, then struggled quickly, wanting Chuya to stop: "Wait...my ring!"

"Huh?" Chuya didn't stop, turned his face to look at me, and the wind blowing on his face turned his hair into flying flames.

"The ring I keep on me all the time..." I pressed my lips together tightly, and without even thinking about it, I knew who had secretly taken it away.I said curtly, "I'm going to get it back."

"...Ah?! Wait, don't move around! I won't care about you if you fall!" Nakahara Chuya frantically held down my struggling body.

He frowned and said, "It's too dangerous now, calm down. As for the ring...can I buy you another one?"

I:"……"

"Ah, that ring is expensive," I could only say tactfully, "you can't afford it."

Chuya: "???!!!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was almost pissed off, and the result was that when he landed, he stomped on a building, as if his whole body weighed [-] tons.

But he was right, it was really not a wise choice to go back at this time, and the matter of the ring could only be figured out later.I fumbled for my pocket with a blank expression, and the place where the ring was originally hidden has been replaced by a small paper airplane.

I unfolded the paper airplane and found a name written on the crumpled paper——

Osamu Dazai.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah my slaughter! ! !You finally appeared woo woo woo woo woo! ! !

This is a love arrow coated with sweet poison! ! !

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And Mr. Mori [Hey] dbq made you too ignorant, I will definitely change it next time

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