I who want salted fish became the leader

"Crack."

Hearing the movement, Ayatsuji, who was standing in front of the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, turned around and met the eyes of the person who came.

The other party quickly pressed the photo button of the camera, and there was an echo in the silent lounge. He put the camera down in embarrassment, and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "...Sorry, I just feel that this picture The composition is beautiful, if you don't like it, I will delete it now."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Ayatsuji looked out of the window wearing a red cloak, like a bird longing for freedom. From his point of view, although the boy was covered by orange light and could not see his face clearly, But it is entirely conceivable how delicate his face is.

Especially the fresh snow-like temperament made him subconsciously want to keep the picture in his camera.

"No need." Ayatsuji said coldly, "You keep it, I won't have to hide traces soon."

There was something in his words, and he had a somewhat mysterious air, just like the Scarlet King whom the young man made up his mind to serve when he saw him the first time.

In addition to magicians and supernatural beings, there is also a system of heaven-sent kings in the world.

Tokyo, which is only half an hour's drive away from Yokohama, Japan, has several kings chosen by the power of the slate. Their flames have different colors, and they can distribute their abilities to their own clans. guardian.

Although it is very different from the cruel system of the mafia, for the sake of Japan's stability, they will come to meet the new Hong Kong gang leader and make a non-interference agreement.

"Hello, my name is Shiju Duoliang, and I belong to the clan of Zhou Fangzun, the red king, and belong to Barbara." Shiju Duoliang introduced himself, blinking his eyes curiously, "I don't mean to offend, but...you What is around you? Is that your superpower?"

His eyes fell on Hei Ni.

Duo Liang came here with Zun and Anna. They were waiting in the main hall to be received by the new leader of Hong Kong gangsters. Duo Liang was not used to such a tense atmosphere. After all, there were a bunch of mafias standing in every corner of the room with guns, always Locking them with his eyes made him feel very depressed, so he took the opportunity to sneak out.

Unexpectedly, in the lounge that he thought was empty, he met a strange and mysterious boy. This was a pleasant surprise for Tokata Tara who likes to make friends.

Hearing that the black mud was flowing in mid-air, he was a little surprised and said: 【Ayatsuji, he can actually see me. 】

It floated to Shiju Tatara, as if he was testing whether he could really see it, floating in the air, and Shiju Tatara avoided the black mud's touch somewhat restrainedly, and headed towards the door. After taking a few steps back, he looked no different from an ordinary person without the strength to restrain a chicken.

【Isn't the royal clan able to use flames?Is he really Zhou Fangzun's clan? 】

Ayatsuji glanced at it: "Do you really want to be burned, I am a little impressed."

Black mud: […]

Hearing him speak, Tokuta Tara was a little puzzled: "Are you talking to me?"

Therefore, although he could see the existence of Hei Ni beside Ayatsuji, he couldn't understand what he was talking about. There was no reaction to the incident, although he couldn't imagine what Ayatsuji would do, but he shouldn't be so calm.

This is not something Ayatsuji could do at all.

[Ayatsuji, you know that there are very few people who can see me, but there is one condition that must be met, that is, I will die soon, but even if I let me be seen like this, it is not good...]

"He is indeed Zhou Fangzun's clan."

After the words fell, at the next moment, Hei Ni was surprised to see Ayatsuji take off his mask, raised his head and looked at Tatara with his real face.

"Hello." He actually showed an extremely rare smile, "I know you, thank you."

Like melting ice and snow, a person with a cold face has finally softened, undoubtedly possessing a charm that can hit anyone's heart.

It's hard to describe Hei Ni's mood at the moment, because judging from the time he's been with Ayatsuji for so long, he has never really smiled except for the corner of the other party's perfunctory twitching of his mouth, so although the smile at this moment is pretty, it is really It's too abnormal.

Seeing his face, Shishu Tatara opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "It's...it's you!"

"It's great that you're fine, but why are you here?" He asked immediately, looking around nervously, "Are you still being hunted by that group of people?"

"..."

Hei Ni was confused by the conversation between the two of them. Ayatsuji's interpersonal relationship was very narrow, and it didn't make sense that he would know this young man outside of Hei Ni's knowledge.

"You don't need to know about this." Ayatsuji restrained his smile, returned to his indifferent appearance, and then took out a worn-out wallet from his red hood pocket, walked up to Tokuta Tara, stuffed it in He put it in his hand and said seriously, "I'll give it back to you."

The moment he saw the wallet appear, Hei Ni remembered what happened.

It was him...

Ayatsuji escaped from the Paranormal Service a few months ago, wearing only a baggy jacket from an agent he knocked out with a pistol, and he flung himself out the window. Sprained his ankle again during the [-]s, so he caught everyone's attention when he limped out at the subway station.

He exchanged the few coins he had for the ride tokens, and Ayatsuji didn't know where to go.

So he went home.

Yes, Ayatsuji is not an orphan, but thinking about these experiences can no longer make his heart ache. He was shot and finally stabbed someone else and managed to escape. Ayatsuji was tired and hungry, and Hei Ni His one-liners couldn't move the expression on Ayatsuji's face anymore.

He thought he was going to die in the night, because the bullet was quietly lying in his right arm, like a tiny seed sucking his nutrition and flesh and blood, which might cause his life to disappear at any time, and Ayatsuji didn’t know Where did he escape to under the cover of the night? He described it as a mess, his vision turned into black patches, and every step he moved brought a piercing pain.

Who would have thought that the only mistake Ayatsuji made was to choose to believe in his so-called family members, he felt that he was really stupid.

The black mud was very worried about him, but it couldn't do anything other than keep talking to Ayatsuji to keep him from falling asleep.

If only he had money, Ayatsuji might be able to buy antipyretics, even a knife to gouge out the bullet, but he didn't.

But a miracle happened, they picked up a wallet, and there was a business card left by the careless owner in it, Heini caught a glimpse of Ayatsuji and looked at it for a while, pinched the business card with his fingers, blood left a red mark on it, and remained silent for a long time , and ended up throwing the business card in the trash before it could ask aloud.

So, it wasn't luck at all?

"I thought you didn't know it was me, but you actually remembered." Tokuta Tara smiled embarrassingly, "Although I don't know why you were hunted down, my intuition tells me that you are a good boy, so don't laugh at me for committing crimes." Stupid, I put Barbara's address in it, but you didn't come to us..."

He waited for several days, until a week later he realized that the other party would not come.

Hei Ni thought to himself, so the business card belonged to Baru Wuluo, no wonder Ayatsuji was quiet for so long, he must be weighing the pros and cons at that time.

It's just that at that time he had already learned the lesson of trusting others, so he didn't choose to accept more kindness.

But even if he hadn't gone to Barbara to seek the protection of the Red King, Ayatsuji would still remember the kindness of ten bundles of tatara. He bought a box of matches and a fruit knife with the money, and took out the bullets after simple disinfection. Then I used a newly bought bandage and took antipyretics.

If it weren't for him, Ayatsuji might not be able to stick to Yokohama at all.

"It's just what are you doing here?" Shishu Tara asked softly. He is not a person who repays favors, so after putting the wallet back in his pocket, he changed the subject, "Are you a port gangster now?" Party work? Hard work? Barbara will still welcome you."

What he said was very serious, and there was no taste of lying.

"Why are you so kind to me?" Ayatsuji was really puzzled.

He could understand Lan Tang, because the other party found the shadow of Verlaine in him, and Lan Tang was born with a compassionate and melancholy temperament. He knew very well what happened to Ayatsuji, so he felt that Ayatsuji needed rescue and help, so he would It's understandable to be nice to him.

But Tokuta Tara is different, they just met by chance, he still doesn't even know Ayatsuji's name, and have they spoken more than ten sentences?So such pure affection and kindness makes Ayatsuji feel strange.

"How can I ask such a question? It will make me look like a bad guy." Tokuta Tara said with a smile, "But I know what I'm doing, and I can tell that you are a good boy, so I am willing to help you , it’s that simple.”

"..." Ayatsuji was speechless.

He really has never been exposed to this type.

Is this the so-called intuition system?No wonder Chi Wang Zhou Fangzun can't do anything about him.

"Okay, I should go back, it's not good to sneak out for too long, the new leader of Hong Kong gangsters should be here soon." Tokata Tara blinked at him, "Both Zun and Anna are unreliable, I need to negotiate , I'll see you later."

"No need." Ayatsuji said coldly.

Hearing this, Shiju Tatara was a little disappointed and said, "Oh..."

"I'll go with you, it's about time."

He raised his head, wondering: "What do you mean?"

"You've already met the new leader of Hong Kong gangsters." Ayatsuji threw the mask into the trash can, he didn't need to wear it anymore, and said in a flat voice, "Because I am."

……

Mori Ogai was looking at the document in his hand, while Ango Sakaguchi sat opposite him, as if forcibly suppressing some emotions that should not be shown.The three people in the room had different expressions, and subtle breaths spread among each other.

Just now he asked Ango Sakaguchi "what's the problem with seeing Saki Naruto", but the other party suddenly chose to keep silent, as if the loss of control just now opened Pandora's box, and he didn't fully confide in him the information he knew, he said very cautiously.

Although Osamu Dazai frowned subconsciously, he quickly covered up the exposed emotions, and returned to a careless appearance again.

He stood aside and watched with Mori Ogai as he picked up the document on the floor, and then Ango Sakaguchi handed it over to the desk.

Mori Ogai browsed the information about "Murder Detective". Although he was sitting indoors, as his gaze gradually slid down, a piercing cold air climbed up from his back, and he felt His fingers twitched uncontrollably, and the edges of the paper were wrinkled by him.

He knew that the Ability Secret Service Division had a final plan to deal with Hong Kong gangsters and other organizations, but he never thought that it would be like this.

final plan—

It turned out not to be a certain plan, a special army, but a specific person.

He kept thinking about this sentence, it wasn't the planning book locked in the safe, but a certain supernatural being, a 15-year-old boy.

This brings a cold and official atmosphere to the way of acting of the Supernatural Secret Service. As a huge state agency, it has its own unspoken rules of operation. Mori Ogai understands their approach. Yumeno Hisaku is a Hong Kong gangster example, what made him hesitate at the moment was the evaluation level of this boy.

Special A-level ability user?

The previous special word has obviously surpassed the level announced by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. played a trump card.

"Ayatsuji pedestrian..." Mori Ogai recited the name silently. He knew that Osamu Dazai was looking at him, so he quickly suppressed the emotions he showed.

Osamu Dazai didn't have any idea about the escaped supernatural being, so he just looked away without interest.

"Have you seen his superpowers?" Ango Sakaguchi asked suddenly, "I think you'd better read that part first."

"Why do you say that?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, he couldn't see the information, "Is there anything special?"

But like a fake corpse, Ango Sakaguchi just pushed his slid glasses, fell into silence again, and put on a preoccupied look. Dazai Osamu looked at him, wondering if it wasn't because he was already sitting in the room, May turn around and leave immediately.

"Does Ayatsuji have a family?" Mori Ogai asked thoughtfully, he didn't skip turning the page, because the pre-information is also very important.

He calmly thought that as a 15-year-old kid, no matter how smart he was, he would probably go back to see his family when he was homeless.

"Yes." Ango Sakaguchi's lips moved, "The first time the Supernatural Secret Service Division saw it was at his home."

Osamu Dazai became a little interested: "At his home?"

"His parents called the police."

Ango Sakaguchi can recall what happened that night. When they rushed there, there were still hot dishes on the table, and the TV station was playing the evening news. Ayatsuji’s mother called the police in the kitchen. They must have stabilized him for a while. It's a pity that Ayatsuji pedestrians still escaped.

"Oh..." Osamu Dazai seemed to have suddenly become a hundred thousand why, he asked Ango Sakaguchi, "Are you sure it wasn't his parents who colluded with him?"

"No, the government will give them a certain amount of subsidies every month." If Ayatsuji leaves, they will have no money to take.

"Are his parents supernatural beings?" Mori Ogai asked.

"No."

"Are you sure he came to Yokohama?"

"I'm not sure about the special affairs department of the organization I used to belong to, but I'm sure." Ango Sakaguchi said calmly, he kept curling his fingers and relaxing, suppressing the anxiety that shouldn't be there, "Because I used my own way to investigate I can't go wrong."

Although he knew that there was a gap between himself and Ayatsuji, Ango Sakaguchi's supernatural ability and his quick thinking made him very sure of his conclusion.

Not to mention, Misaki Naruto...

Mori Ogai turned this page, and finally saw the content of the detailed analysis report of the supernatural ability. The expression on his face changed immediately. It was difficult for Ango Sakaguchi to describe what he was thinking at this time, but it was obvious that he His emotions are experiencing violent and terrifying fluctuations, so that he can't maintain a calm shell at all.

"........."

His body was trembling slightly, even though his thumb pricked the paper and tore a gap, Mori Ogai's eyes were just staring at the line with the supernatural power.

His brain fell into a blank for a short time, and countless fragments flashed in his mind in just a few seconds, whether it was the few words of Ayatsuji or the vague attitude of his mentor Natsume Soseki, all of them were strung together at this moment , until half a minute later, Mori Ogai finally found his voice.

"Dazai, would you like to go to the Armed Detective Agency with me?"

Osamu Dazai: "?"

"What is Mr. Mori talking nonsense about?"

Ango Sakaguchi couldn't bear it any longer, he was almost tormented by his own wild thoughts: "I have a question, who is Lu Gu you are talking about?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, and turned his gaze to him: "What Lugu, you should call him the leader."

Ango Sakaguchi: "..."

At this moment when the atmosphere was stagnant, there was a sudden knock on the door of their room, and the three of them quickly cast different glances.

A Hong Kong and black subordinate in a black suit appeared in front of them and said respectfully: "Excuse me, Dr. Sen. The leader sent a message to let you go together. The king is waiting in the hall, and the leader needs you to be present."

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Death is calling.

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