The wrong way to open the healing ability

"But your reasoning is indeed correct."

After blocking the splashing milk with the tablecloth, Zhenzhi tossed the tablecloth which had been dug out with several big holes to the side, and threw a silver needle coated with an exclusive formula drug in the direction where the intelligence dealer was escaping. , and then a dodge came to the front of the lonely Hirata Ryuki, twisting a pinch of drug powder with his fingertips and sprinkled it forward.

The supernatural light around Hirata Ryuki's body flickered for a moment, and finally collapsed limply.

Although Mr. Interpol is the closest, he is just an ordinary person with outstanding physical skills.He didn't react until the series of actions of Zhenzhi ended, he hurriedly caught Miss Hirata, glanced at the already tattered tablecloth with some fear, stretched out his hand carefully to test Miss Hirata's carotid artery, broke out in cold sweat, and didn't even dare to look up Look into the smiling eyes of Zhenzhi.

"Don't worry, it's just drugged, she will wake up soon."

But the medicine smeared on the silver needle is not as simple as making people faint.

It's a pity that because Zhenzhi blocked the milk for Luanbu before wasting time, the movement of Liangui Xingjulang, who had been on alert all the time, was one step faster than Yinzhen.The moment he realized that the man was about to run away, Purgatory quickly reacted and chased after him with the unsheathed Sun Wheel Knife.

Relying on the experience of fighting ghosts in memory, Purgatory, which maintains a highly concentrated state, was not affected by the intelligence dealer's supernatural ability, and kept catching his back.Because Purgatory only picked up the practice of breathing method after rumors of ghosts appeared in Yokohama. In just half a month, the bonus of breathing method to physical fitness was not obvious.

Fortunately, Purgatory was born in a family of kendo in the modern world. He has practiced kendo since he was a child, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. In the middle, a scabbard put the man down.

At the moment when the blackness in front of his eyes fell forward, the informant watched helplessly that the silver needle that seemed to be light and fluffy quickly pierced into the floor tiles with only a slight difference from his neck, emitting a small puff of blue smoke. It's hard to imagine the effect of this thing sticking to a person.

He may not see the sun tomorrow.This was the last thought on the tipper's mind before he lost consciousness.

Is the port mafia so terrifying even if it relies on connections to get to the top?

……

"Ah, what a pity."

Zhenzhi squinted his eyes and looked at the silver needle that was not stuck on the person because of Purgatory's shot, and said regretfully.

"I originally wanted to try the effect of the medicine, but now it seems to be a waste."

Sitting on the armchair, he paused in the random steps of shaking his feet, then turned his head and glanced at Zhenzhi.Because I was fed a lollipop at this time, I have no time to talk for a while.

After confirming that Hirata Ryuki is a person with supernatural powers, the police quickly notified the Supernatural Secret Service Division.Expatriates rushed to the scene, handed over to the police and took away the young girl who was in a coma due to the effects of the drug.The expatriates from the Supernatural Secret Service Section talked with the criminal police in a low voice, and quickly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

It's just that the expressions of the expatriates at this time are really not very good-looking, and they have cast veiled doubts in the direction of Zhenzhi and Chaobu more than once.

"The hairless uncle is going to be troubled by the increase in stupid subordinates again."

Shaking the lollipop in disorder, he casually complained.

"After all, for the Ability Secret Service Division, it is a terrible thing beyond the control of the port mafia and the armed detective agency."

Zhenzhi looked up quite badly and returned a meaningful smile, which successfully made the expatriate who had heard of Zhenzhi's notoriety tremble, and his expression became more convinced.

"Mr. Eguchi, and this gentleman from the Armed Detective Agency, what should we do with this escaped man?"

Purgatory came back to the two of them again, shaking the information dealer who had been knocked out in mid-air.

"Although some want to hand this gentleman over to the criminal police over there, they seem to want to hand this gentleman over to you."

In the gaze of true knowledge inquiry, Ranbu shook his head with a disgusted expression.

"Master Luanbu doesn't want to deal with such troublesome things!"

Zhenzhi noticed the subordinate who pushed the door into the coffee shop with his mobile phone in his hands, sighed, took out the dessert shop coupon and stuffed it into Ranbu's hand along with his mobile phone number, and waved goodbye.

After all, it is still working time. Although he sneaked around, the very reliable Zhenzhi did not completely abandon his work.

It's just that his poor mechanical bombing system is not immune to even the old machine, so in the end he can only choose a compromise method, communicate with Mori Ogai in advance, and let a reliable subordinate temporarily follow the old man machine with true knowledge.

When a subordinate appears in Zhenzhi's sight, it means that there is an urgent order to be conveyed.

"Then just hand it over to my subordinates. It's a pity that I won't have time to taste desserts with you later. If you want to ask me about this commission, you can contact me directly."

"So detective, see you next time."

Because he noticed his complexion was not good, the black suit obviously belonging to the Mafia forces entered the coffee shop where Ranpo was. Kunikida Doppo, who had been obeying Ranpo's request and stayed outside before, couldn't hold back anymore, and followed Machi's anxiously. Behind his subordinates, he hurried into the coffee shop, guarding Luanbu with a vigilant face.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you alright?"

Kunikida breathed a sigh of relief after watching Machi and his subordinates carrying the unconscious intelligence dealer leave the coffee shop, and loosened his grip on the notebook.

"The person who just walked out, could it be someone from the port mafia?"

Going head-to-head with the port mafia isn't a wise move for the now understaffed armed detective agency.

"That's right, he is indeed a member of the Port Mafia, but he won't be the enemy of the detective agency for the time being."

But not necessarily in the future.

Luanbu waved the invitation ticket in mid-air, got up from the chair, and prepared to leave cheerfully, to eat the dessert that he had dreamed of for a long time.

After receiving Ranpo's answer, Kunikida heaved a sigh of relief, turned his gaze to Purgatory standing aside, and confirmed that this person is the important assistant recently entrusted by the detective agency.

"Welcome to Yokohama, Mr. Purgatory. I am Doppo Kunikida, a member of the Armed Detective Agency. Please give me your advice."

……

"So, what urgent order does the leader want to convey?"

After leaving the coffee shop, Zhenzhi asked quite curiously, showing embarrassment on his face, as if he was a subordinate who couldn't speak to the order conveyed by the leader.

"Officer Jiangguchi, you... you better listen to yourself."

This rather caring subordinate held the mobile phone and replayed the recording left over from the previous call with Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Zhenzhi, it's me. Now there is something you need to solve."

As soon as he heard Mori Ogai's tone of voice, Machi knew that the next so-called please was definitely not a good thing.

"Earlier, a subordinate reported that he had found Mr. Dazai, who has been missing today. It's just that I have important matters to solve now, and I really don't have time, so I ask you to bring Mr. Dazai back."

Having said that, Mori Ogai paused for a second.

"It seems to be detained in Huajie."