Abilities are not the goddess of Mao

Majin's career ended very early, and his surname was Hinata as early as Mochizuki's time.

After that Mr. Devil planned the combined invasion incident and the Dead Apple incident, not a month later, he wanted to use the ability of the superhuman Pushkin to provoke a battle between the port mafia and the armed detective agency. The fisherman reaps the benefits.

Mochizuki was not in Yokohama when he was taking the vocational qualification certificate exam. After returning, he faced the chaotic city of Yokohama.

Mochizuki: Why did I encounter a big event in progress as soon as I came back from Yokohama? ? ?

Mochizuki first came forward to mediate the battle that was about to start between the two sides.

As a powerful ability user who once stopped the combination with a meteorite, and a designated ability user with a unique level of danger in the government's secret intelligence, Mochizuki's face is very important even if he doesn't like it.

However, Mochizuki is also very numb when faced with the problem of the "community" virus.

After seeing the situation of Mori Ogai, she said honestly: "This... eradicating viruses is not what I am good at. My specialty may still be in trauma."

Seeing Ms. Ozaki Momiji's ugly face in Nakaya, Mochizuki said quickly again:

"Don't worry too much. Although I may not be able to do disinfection and treatment, if your leader is really dead, I promise to resurrect him, a completely healthy one. Really, it's all right, wrap it on me! You don't Call the detective agency, give me some time, maybe things will turn around."

After Mochizuki left, Koyo Ozaki covered her lips with a wide kimono sleeve: "The ability to resurrect...?"

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help shouting: "—Sister Hongye!"

Ozaki Koye chuckled, and stretched his eyebrows and eyes: "Okay, I know, I won't take the initiative to tell about that little guy."

Then Mochizuki went to the hospital where the Armed Detective Agency was located.After checking the situation of the president Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mochizuki repeated what he said in Hong Kong and Hei.

The members of the detective agency who were guarding the president's safety in the hospital did not speak, and their expressions could not tell whether they were relaxed or not.

"By the way, where's Dazai?" Mochizuki asked curiously after finishing speaking.

Tanizaki Junichiro glanced at Yosano Akiko, a little hesitant to say it.

Seeing their eye contact, Mochizuki paused, feeling a little bad.

Yosano Akiko pondered for a moment, then said: "He is also in the hospital, but just to be on the safe side, he is in a special hospital affiliated to the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Mochizuki: "Dazai..."

Yosano Akiko glanced at her: "I was attacked by a mouse. But you don't have to worry too much, his injury has been cured after surgery, and he is now recovering."

Hinata Mochizuki rushed to the hospital where Dazai was in silence.

Sure enough, when she walked to the floor where Dazai's ward was located, ordinary people sitting in a few inconspicuous places silently looked at Mochizuki, but after recognizing her face, they remained calm Withdrew his gaze.

There are plainclothes guards, and security looks okay.

Mochizuki was thinking while knocking on the door.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai, who was inside the door, put down the book in his hand and touched his chin.Who is this time?

A light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted towards the door: "Please come in."

So Mochizuki pushed open the door of the ward, and saw Osamu Dazai sitting on the bed in a hospital gown.

"Yo, Mochizuki~" Osamu Dazai raised his hand and greeted Mochizuki with a smile.

And what about Hinata Mochizuki?

Her eyes had turned red unconsciously, and through the energy flow of her body, she saw the big wounded hole on Dazai's waist——

"Is that the rat Dostoevsky did it?"

Seeing the thick black air behind Mochizuki, cold sweat dripped from the forehead of Dazai Osamu, and he quickly comforted him: "Ah, Mochizuki, that, please calm down and listen to me..."

Take a deep breath—

Take a deep breath———

Hinata Mochizuki's eyes were red in the literal sense, and he gritted his teeth word by word: "I kill the devil!"

S·h·i·t!

She hasn't settled the account of letting her fight to the death with Otsutsuki Kaguya!

The land of Yokohama seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Then, from the sky to the ground, everything in Yokohama seemed to come to life.The tall building is still the tall building that stands quietly, but for some reason it feels like it has a soul and consciousness.Creatures, big and small, suddenly became active, making rustling noises.

Yokohama seemed to come alive.

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The secret base of the Rat of the Dead House hidden in the abandoned mine has not been discovered so far.

Dostoevsky hid before he heard the news about Butei and Hong Kong gangsters. Ivan, who was in charge of guarding the safety of the devil, was pouring black tea for his master with a respectful face, and violin music was playing beside him.If it weren't for the fact that the two were the dark forces that made people panic in Yokohama, this scene was enough to make people feel at ease.

Dostoyevsky took a sip of his tea: "Well—Ivan, your tea making technique has improved a lot."

Ivan Goncharov always had a smile on his face: "Thank you for your compliment, your pleasure is the goal of my life."

The content of the two people's conversation has nothing to do with the disturbance on the surface.

However, such peace can never last forever——

Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate. If it wasn't for a sufficiently strong airtight room, it might have been smashed into a closed mud cake by the ground as early as the first time.

"Could it be an earthquake? I heard that Japan has always had frequent earthquakes." Even in this abnormal situation, Ivan did not show a nervous posture. He tilted his head and looked curiously at the flickering lights above his head.

Dostoevsky's superficial calm was broken, he put down his teacup, and stared coldly at the outside of the base through the walls and soil.

"It was no accident," said Dostoevsky grimly. "Ivan, protect me," he ordered.

"Yes, my master."

Dostoevsky didn't even look at Ivan's stiff smiling face, he lifted the tea table in front of him, and the teapot and cup filled with hot tea fell to pieces in an instant.

The moment Dostoevsky arrived next to Ivan, the room they were in was instantly torn apart. Obviously, this secret room with top-level defense could not last long.

The soil and underground plant roots wrapped around Dostoevsky's feet like living things, and in an instant they climbed to the position of his calves and continued upward.

Dostoevsky's expression grew colder.

Ivan has long used his ability "cliff", which is the ability to control earth and rocks.

This strange force stagnated for a moment under Ivan's resistance, but within a second, the mixture of soil and roots continued to wrap around Dostoevsky's entire leg with a slow and undeniable momentum. department.

"——Eh? Why can't I stop this ability?" Ivan showed a surprised and curious expression, matching his slightly widened expression, and even looked a little innocent.

Looking at his immobile lower body, Dostoevsky clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Suddenly, Dostoyevsky was dragged to the rear, and before Ivan could react, he had lost Dostoyevsky's figure in his sight.

——Where is my master who is so big here?

Ivan stood where he was, blinking innocently.

"Oh, the mission of the guard has completely failed."

Dostoevsky felt his body soaring into the air, and the layers of soil and buildings above his head were opened layer by layer before his arrival as if controlled by a mechanism, and he reached the air above the ground in less than a second.

To be honest, the rapid movement made the anemic and frail Russian feel dizzy.

The dazzling sunlight above his head caused Dostoevsky to close his eyes instinctively. Before the moment of closing his eyes came, he could clearly see from the corner of his eye what the thing that grabbed him was——

It was the long root of a plant that was so huge that it was hard to describe it in ordinary words, and the root system that bound him was thicker than his legs, it turned out to be just a fibrous root branched from one of the tens of millions of fibrous roots on this main root .

Next, it was black again.

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In the ward where Osamu Dazai was staying.

Not a moment after Hinata Mochizuki yelled the phrase "I slay the devil", Dazai, who was sitting on the hospital bed, felt the bed below him—no, it should be said that the hospital building and the ground were shaking.

Compared with the people outside the room who were skillfully absorbing the shock, Osamu Dazai was of course more aware of the truth of the matter, so he sat calmly on the hospital bed.

Suddenly, a colossal monster like a plant root appeared in front of the spacious street, covering the sky and the sun, and the flexible fibrous roots threw a bound person into the ward.

The person who was thrown into the room was still entangled with roots, and rolled a few times on the ground before lightly bumping against the wall to stop.

And the huge root vein outside the window suddenly shrunk inward into thin strips in an extremely unscientific way, and disappeared on the spot faster than the blink of an eye.It appeared abruptly and disappeared even faster. If it hadn't left a deep hole in the ground, no one would believe that it had appeared.This elusive root may become an urban legend in Yokohama in the future.

Yokohama, which was active, fell silent again.

The Russian with his back against the wall bowed his head because of dizziness, and his messy hair blocked his expression. Although his image was very embarrassing, he also had an unspeakable fragile beauty.

But neither of the only two people in the ward was moved by the scene.

"Ahem, huh, huh, huh, huh—" Dostoevsky raised his head, and found Hinata Mochizuki at a glance.

Even though the two met for the first time, Dostoevsky looked at Hinata Mochizuki with intense fanaticism and hatred.

"Ah———" Dostoevsky sighed long, and the eyes that looked at Mochizuki Hinata did not blink, and the voice was full of childlike innocence, reverence and disgust, "This is offending the gods. What will happen to me?"

"—The goddess who almost destroyed the world completely."

Hinata Mochizuki moved his fingers, and several frightening crisp sounds appeared out of thin air.

She walked towards the demon sitting on the ground, and said in an unusually calm voice, "You just need to know how many disgusting things you have done."

One punch!

The demon fell to the ground without a sound, his consciousness sank into darkness without any struggle.

After beating the devil, Hinata Mochizuki let out a breath of joy.

Turning around, he suddenly met Dazai's gaze staring at her.

Looking at each other, Osamu Dazai blinked.

Hinata waved to Mochizuki: "I didn't use any strength at all, at most I was knocked out."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "Of course I know."

"Ah, speaking of it—the problem of 'community' on the president should be resolved."

Hinata Mochizuki clenched his fist and tapped on his palm, nodded at Dazai with his scarlet eyes open, and said, "I already know where he is."

——But...the Pushkin of this world has turned into such a wretched fat man with a dark mind...It's so powerless.

Pushkin's ability also had no chance of fighting. After being tied up by the roots of the sacred tree, he saw Dostoyevsky in the corner who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he humbly apologized without saying a word.

——Just kidding, the one who was caught was a scheming devil!

Osamu Dazai eliminated Pushkin's "community" virus, and then Pushkin also got the same type of justice execution punch as Dostoevsky, fell to the ground, and was sent into the supernatural power together with Ivan and others The Secret Service Division is in custody.

"Well... if only there was a way to avoid the virus on Mr. Mori's body." After the matter was over, Osamu Dazai complained with regret.