[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

The black signature pen paused on the document, blurring a dot of ink.

Fingers inserted into the hair, the man sighed.

Picking up the water glass on the side, he took a sip of coffee.The white mist of the hot drink permeates the circular lens, blocking someone's troubled eyes.

"Mr. Sakaguchi?"

The subordinate on the side noticed his boss's stomachache-like expression, and tentatively asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah...no." Quickly returning to his senses, subconsciously raised his head and narrowed his eyes, Ango Sakaguchi smiled wryly, "Probably just too tired."

"Mr. Sakaguchi, pay attention to rest." The woman in uniform bowed slightly as she put down the documents she had sorted out in her hands.

"Hmm." Watching the subordinate turn and leave, the disappearing back, the serious outer shell melted quietly, revealing the tired inner shell of the black-haired man.

"...Nullification." Thoughts were flying, and for some reason, the teasing face of a gray-haired boy flashed across his mind.

Could the boy I met the day before yesterday be the holder of the nullification ability?

Shaking his head, throwing out these messy thoughts, pinching the space between his brows a few times, Ango shrugged.

Nullified abilities are not Chinese cabbage, they are everywhere, what am I thinking.

......but.

The lips squirmed, and a drop of sweat condensed on the skin and slid down the curvature of the neck.

Why don't you try to contact some boy for a while?

He raised his hands, turned on the computer, and began to investigate the boy's whereabouts.The fluorescent light emitted from the screen coldly sprinkled onto the man's figure, especially conspicuous in the slightly dim office.

"..." Putting down the mouse, someone's original expression changed from serious to surprised, then from surprised to confused, and finally helpless.

Watching the surveillance video, watching the other party get up early in the morning from the hotel, walking towards the unknown destination along the alleys, I was actually sweating—but when I saw the boy plunge into the hotel without hesitation When he was in a game hall, Ango Sakaguchi was inexplicably speechless.

Is that all?

Blinking and frowning, the man continued to observe the other's actions.

After a few hours of fast-forwarding, the gray-haired boy in the camera finally stretched his waist, turned his head and entered... an Internet cafe, and started his online game journey.

"..." After watching these two days of surveillance, Ango Sakaguchi no longer knew what to say.

Boy, do your parents know that you are doing this?

Having said that, this child hasn't eaten properly for two days... This is not good for the body.

...Wait, why should I care so much.

After realizing that he cared too much, the man's body stiffened slightly.

"Well, let's get in touch tomorrow..." Holding his forehead and struggling for a long time, he finally made up his mind.

Standing up, Ango Sakaguchi packed up the documents and picked up the briefcase.

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Staring at the watch, Ango Sakaguchi's brows that were originally stretched gradually tightened.

Different from the usual time, the boy has not appeared in the streets he usually passes by until now.

The black-haired man's eyebrows revealed a trace of worry—could it be that the child saw his waiting figure, so he avoided it...

"Ah, it's you." Holding the canned juice and biting the straw, Tsushima tilted his head and looked at the anxious person in his sight.

Looking in horror at the gray-haired boy standing beside him like a ghost, Ango took a step back subconsciously, "...good morning." Realizing that the evasive behavior just now was a bit impolite, he apologized The greeting squeezed out of his throat.

"Well, because I suddenly wanted to drink a limited drink from the vending machine, I bought it on a whim." Tsushima frowned while shaking the juice in his hand, "You know, the vending machines in Ikebukuro are not easy to find. "

"..." No, I don't know, and vending machines are obviously everywhere!Even if it is perfunctory, you have to be serious.

"Well." Looking at the other party's disbelieving expression, Tsushima shrugged, "Mr. Sakaguchi is not a local."

I don't know what to say, "...um." A dry voice overflowed from his throat.

You are obviously not a local.Someone complained silently in his heart.

Changed the topic "So, what's the matter?" Drank the rest of the drink in the can in one gulp, squeezed it hard with his fingers and threw it with his backhand. Following a perfect parabola, the can fell into the trash can across the corner .

Turning around, the smiling black eyes stared at the man in formal suit with a briefcase in front of him.

"...Let's talk about it in another place." Raising his hand and scratching his cheek, Ango said in a low voice.

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"Although it's a little impolite, but..." Sitting in the private room, looking at his hands that were clasped together, "You are a person with supernatural powers." The deep words echoed in the room.

"...Don't beat around the bush." ​​Without answering the other party's question, Tsushima put his hands behind his head and leaned leisurely on the soft backrest, "It's better to say that you already know what my ability is, right? At that time, you should use supernatural powers on me." Although there was a faint smile on his face, the boy's eyes did not have any warmth.

"Yes..." Although a little embarrassed, after confirming that the other party is a person with supernatural powers, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, "That's right, there is one thing, I hope you can help me. ...." Seemingly organizing his words, his quiet voice paused for a few seconds, "...it's about a person with supernatural abilities."

After listening to the other party's brief narration, "Oh." A small breath escaped from Tsushima's throat.

"Why do you think that I will help you? After all, it is very dangerous for an ordinary person like me." Changing his posture, the boy put his left hand on one cheek, and with the other hand, he played with the stacked pieces on the table. napkin.

It is impossible to refute "...if you have any requirements, I can do my best to meet you." Indeed, the other party has no obligation to help themselves.

"Please reconsider..."

"Okay, that will help you."

Two voices, one large and one small, overlapped. The former looked surprised, while the latter looked indifferent.

"Then the reward is..."

"Sakaguchi-san should sleep more recently." After a while, he added, "Deep sleep is best."

"... Huh?" Eyes widened, the black-haired man's brain froze for a moment, unable to understand.

What kind of request is this? How can anyone ask the client to sleep more for the reward?

He looked at the boy opposite him in a trance, as if he wanted to find out the meaning of joking on the other side's face.

"I'm not joking." The frivolous voice turned around in the air, "I'm just a little bored recently, and I just want to talk to my friends."

"?" You are bored and want to talk to people, so what does it have to do with sleeping with me?

Opened his mouth, and swallowed the spit he almost blurted out with difficulty, "Okay..."

"About this commission, I hope..." Pressing his hands on the table, Ango Sakaguchi said solemnly, "Please don't..."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense, after all, this is your own private matter."

"..." I didn't say anything, how did you know it again.

Are today's young people so smart?

After coughing, the man lowered his voice in embarrassment, "It's good that Tsushima-kun knows."

Is it a private affair of the Ability Secret Service Division...

On the surface, he looks serious, but Tsushima's thoughts have already drifted far away.

There must be many firms or teams in this world that focus on supernatural power incidents, but the reason why Ango Sakaguchi approached him so anxiously... must be because this commission is not something glorious—why not It is said that once it is exposed, it will be a public relations crisis that will directly downgrade the prestige of the supernatural agent department.

That's why I aimed at myself who has no power... Is it?

After all, this entrustment itself is a handle.

But in this world, I am a real black household with unknown identity, even if I still ask myself, it is better to say that Mr. Sakaguchi has a big heart, or...

Subconsciously, trust my ability?

Well, trust is too much to say.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, you seem to have a good impression of me." Tsushima broke the silence with an abrupt voice.

Without giving the other party a chance to answer, he continued: "Still, you...remember someone through me."

Ignoring the other party's embarrassing look, "Can I order?" A pair of small hands took out the menu that I didn't know where to put it.Looking at the speechless look of the person opposite, Tsushima showed a sly smile like a fox, "Didn't you bring me here just to treat me to dinner?"

"...You can order." Gritting his teeth, Ango Sakaguchi simply closed his eyes.

Indeed, I brought people here because I wanted to treat them to a meal, regardless of whether they agreed to my commission or not. .

What caught my eye was the gray-haired boy flipping through the menu with great interest. In a trance, Ango seemed to see the miserable appearance of his wallet about to dry up.

Surprisingly, the other party didn't order a lot of food, but just called the waiter over and ordered a plate of cheap curry.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Looking up, Tsushima handed over the menu.

"No, I ate it when I came here." The black-haired man hesitated as if he didn't quite adapt to the boy's attitude.

From the corner of the eye, he secretly watched the gray-haired boy blowing on the rice and quietly chewing the food, and Ango Sakaguchi sighed inwardly.

...is a good boy.

So shouldn't I drag him into this danger?

The author has something to say: Ango Sakaguchi: These are all weird jpgs.

Dementia: You go to sleep, I can chat with degenerate theory when you fall asleep.

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One thing to say, there are indeed very few vending machines in Ikebukuro.

Because of the existence of Linya and Shizuo (dog head)

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For those who show kindness to themselves, Tsushima is actually quite easy to talk to.

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It's rare to write something easy and sand sculpture, let you laugh first.

It doesn't mean to stab the knife, don't be afraid, the knife is behind, and I don't think it hurts much.

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