I'm acting in Yokohama

"His name is Ranto Shiro." Sagawa said innocently, looking at the aggressive four people in front of him.

"he?!"

Everyone was more or less shocked!

The girl was biting the apple that was also given in her mouth. After noticing the eyes of everyone, "she" tilted her head, as if she was a little puzzled, her long orange hair fell down, no matter how she looked at it, she was a girl.

"In fact, it's not accurate to use 'he', because he is not a human being. He is a sword Fusangshen I accidentally discovered before. Last night, he suddenly changed back to a human form."

Japan does have legends about monsters such as Fusangshen. It refers to leaving utensils alone, and after many hands or many years, monsters will be born in the utensils. Resentment is extremely easy to commit crimes.

"……real or fake?!"

"Well—it's really unbelievable, messy." Sagawa stretched out his hand in the direction of the small dagger.

The long-haired child disappeared in an instant, turning into a dagger and flying towards Sawagawa's palm.

"..."

"It's amazing to see it with my own eyes." After a brief silence, Oda spoke out first. As an assassin, he was curious about all weapons, so he asked him, "I wonder if I can have a look."

"I have to ask the child's wishes." Sagawa stroked the handle of the small dagger.

[Yes, master. ]

The small dagger shook slightly in his hand.

"He agreed." Sawagawa intertwined Weaving Field randomly.

"Is his name Ranto Shiro? If I remember correctly, it should be the sword written by Kuritaguchi Yoshimitsu. It used to be owned by Hosokawa Katsumoto. At that time, it was called 'Hosokawa's Ranto Shiro', and later it was Dedicated to General Ashikaga's family." Oda drew the short knife out of its sheath, the short knife was cold, and the surface of the knife seemed to flow with a cold light that would never condense, the blade was extremely sharp, and the child's cuteness in human form could not be seen at all.

"It's a good knife." Oda put it back into the scabbard and returned it to Sawagawa.

"Lan is excellent." Sawagawa praised without hesitation, and the short knife in his hand was trembling with joy.

"Is it over? It's really boring, hurry up and eat, I'm so hungry." The salted fish Frenchman who was originally not interested in the four-party trial, but was forced to participate, said listlessly.

Lunch was as lively as ever, and everyone seemed to eat more and more since Chef Oda joined.

Sagawa touched the head of the little dagger, and suddenly got up: "Let's go, I will take you out for a stroll."

"Huh? Are you going out?" Zhong also was packing up the tableware. He was a little surprised to see his actions. After all, a group of people here are all in sage mode after dinner, and they won't go out after dinner even if they have a task. .

"I want to buy some materials and come back to make a swing in the store. After all, I still look like a child now." Sawagawa held up the short knife and waved to everyone in the store.

"The store manager is really eccentric. Even though I am a child, I have never seen the store manager do anything for me." Dazai lamented while laying on the table.

"Did Dazai forget the seeds I gave you? If I forget, I will be very sad." Sagawa smiled and turned around.

"Can a seed be compared to a swing? What's more, it's a seed you gave me at random, and it hasn't germinated until now. It's a lie." Dazai bulged his face into a bun and stuck it on the table. Twirling greasyly.

Sagawa pretended not to hear anything.

The wind chimes jingled twice before returning to calm.

"It's really rare, he is willing to go out at this time." The snail girl Zhong Yuan in the shop was also diligently wiping the table.

"It's jealousy, it's jealousy, it must be jealousy, and Chuya must be jealous of the special treatment the store manager gave to that child." Dazai gloated and straightened his body from the table, raising his arms to the sky and shouted loudly.

"crack"

Chuya casually threw the rag on Dazai's face, expressionless: "Shut up."

Dazai yelled while dancing jio: "It's too much! Chuya is too much!"

When Sawagawa was shopping with a small knife, he accidentally ran into someone he didn't really want to see.

A decadent young doctor with a scruffy beard in a white coat is holding a lovely blonde girl standing in front of the window of a clothing store.

Sagawa subconsciously looked at the little dagger who looked like a girl beside him.

chaos:? ? ?

He was a little surprised why the owner who had been shopping well before suddenly turned around and left by leading him.

A rippling voice came from behind.

"Is this your child? She looks so cute~ she's not inferior to my Alice~" Mori Ogai's eyes were dark, even if the afternoon sun was bright, it couldn't shine into his eyes.

"..." Sawagawa turned his head helplessly, how could he meet this perverted girl fetish after a long walk, but fortunately, "Luan is a boy."

"...Clam?!" Mori Ogai looked so startled that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Continue to install.

Sagawa had no intention of entanglement with the gangsters, and said coldly, "Farewell."

"Yoshihiko." Mori Ogai's voice became serious, from frivolous to low, "It's not easy to meet acquaintances in this era, don't you want to catch up with me?"

Summer in Yokohama is here, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter, but this man is serious, even in this kind of day, it can make people feel like they are falling into an ice cellar.

Sure enough, he had already obtained the information he wanted from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. If possible, Sagawa didn't want to have too much contact with the Hong Kong gangsters of this era, but Mori Ogai is really not someone who can be fooled casually.

"Long time no see, Mr. Mori." Sagawa watched him quietly, "or the future leader of Hong Kong gangsters."

"Pfft——" Mori Ogai couldn't help laughing, and then he laughed more and more happily, and the more he laughed, the more presumptuous, even his face was slightly distorted, even if passers-by cast strange glances on him, he didn't care.

After laughing enough, he pretended to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes just now, and let out a long sigh of relief: "I haven't heard such pleasant news for a long time."

"Sure enough, what I insist on is correct." He seemed to say it to Sawagawa, and he seemed to say it to himself, and then Asawagawa stretched out his right hand, "So, do you want to join me again? Let's How your time has come early."

He refers to killing the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters in advance, so that the situation of three-legged confrontation in Yokohama will be realized as soon as possible after 11 years.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mori." Sagawa refused him without hesitation, "You should know that I am currently working for the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I am very professional."

Mori Ogai put down his hand calmly, he didn't seem surprised by his choice, but before the two left, he reminded: "The Ability Secret Service Division is still in a weak position, so I don't dare to touch you, but when you help After they grow up...you can't say for sure."

"After all, they are very clear about Edogawa Ranpo's evaluation of you. You have probably risen to a dangerous level with them. Yoshihiko, anyway, I hope you can think about it—— Hong Kong black , you are always welcome back."

His voice is low-key and elegant, but for no reason it makes people feel like being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Thank you, Mr. Sen, but with Mr. Sen's current status, I'm afraid he can't say such a thing on behalf of Hong Kong black."

At this time, Mori Ogai was just an ordinary doctor just recruited by Hong Kong and Black.

As a neutral party before, both Hong Kong gangsters and other forces would avoid his small clinic by default, but when he joined Hong Kong gangsters, the balance tilted. I am afraid that he will not be happy during this period of time.

Forget about this little incident, Sagawa happily returned to the store with the short knife after shopping.

"It's really slow." The Frenchman, who is on the cos cat climbing frame every day, said leisurely.

Sawagawa originally planned to buy two swings, but temporarily took a fancy to another hanging chair cradle in the store. Because it was too big and inconvenient to carry, the delivery staff helped them transport it.

There were two fluffy pillows inside the pure black hanging chair, which looked extremely comfortable. Sawagawa Kuroka bought six of them with a wave of his card, and put them all around the wall.

He tucked himself into the hanging chair and curled up into a ball, sighing comfortably: "This is awesome."

"What are you talking about adding a swing to the chaos? It's just that you are tired of sitting on the edge of the hard bar." Rimbaud consciously climbed up the hanging chair closest to him, and several cats jumped up after him.

Zhong threw out a glass calmly, and the glass landed firmly on the pillow in the hanging chair: "That's mine."

The hanging chair happened to be on the other side of Sawagawa, so the two positions next to Sawagawa were all taken up.

"It's too much, and it will bully children." Dazai, who didn't have combat abilities, hurried over and was still a bit too late, pretended to pout his mouth.

He reached for the glass on the cushion, but the disqualification in the world can only eliminate the abilities that others directly applied to him, or make the person with the abilities unable to use the abilities themselves, and can do nothing about the abilities imposed on a third party. up.

Zhong also showed a provocative smile, jumped over and took the glass casually and threw it back on the bar, occupying the hanging chair openly.

"Chuya wants to get close to the store manager so much, is there some ulterior motive?" Dazai deliberately provoked him, and from what he knew, the other party would definitely turn into anger and rush to deny it, and then jump out of the hanging chair all at once.

A confident and proud smile appeared on Dazai's face.

"Yeah." Chuya said of course.

Dazai's smile froze on his face, and his whole body almost split apart. He glanced suspiciously at the orange-haired boy, suspecting that he was possessed by a ghost: "Are you Chuya?"

"You kid, you've been thinking about weird things all day long." Zhong also squinted at him, threw out a pillow, and took it back through gravity, "I just snatched it in order to stop you." You asked for this position earlier."

The mouth is not the heart.

Although he seemed to be a little smarter than before, but he was still the same Chuya, Dazai felt relieved.

On the other side, when several people were arguing about the hanging chair, the swordsman winner Ranto Shiro had already nestled in Sawagawa's hanging chair.

He innocently said: "This hanging chair is super super super big, with my body size, I can sit on the same chair as the owner."

Dazai's eyes lit up, he immediately gave up the argument with Chuya, and ran towards Sawagawa, he jumped high, trying to throw himself into the opponent's hanging chair.

He still shouted in his mouth: "Since this is the case, as a child, I can completely—"

What responded to him was a double blow from the pillow and the scabbard.

Dazai fell from the air with a thump, still on his face.

Zhong Ye took back the pillow with a dark face, and roared at him: "Go and climb your hanging chair obediently!"

Luan walked up to him with a smile, and picked up his scabbard: "No, Luan just wants to dance with the master alone. If other people want to join... let him bow down."

As he spoke, he stepped on someone's back and returned to his master.

"The waist, the waist is going to break—" Dazai made a broken voice before dying, but no one paid attention to him, and the poor black slime could only get up from the floor in aggrieved manner, ending his performance.

"Oda really likes to read." Sagawa, who was watching a farce, looked at the red-haired boy who was reading outside the glass window.

Under the parasol, Oda sat at the small white round table and carefully read the book in his hand. Although the weather was hot, it did not disturb his peaceful heart at all.

but--

"Who is that person?" Sagawa looked curiously at the other man at the table.

The other party was wearing a black bowler hat, a brown windbreaker, and leaning on a cane, looking gently at the red-haired boy who was reading a book.

"I don't know, probably someone who is interested in Oda."

The man had a brief conversation with Oda, and before leaving, he met Sawagawa's eyes, the man blinked playfully, his brown-gold pupils were gentle and wise.

Sawagawa was stunned.

The few remaining people didn't care about the man until it got dark, Oda put away his books and came in, and announced to them seriously: "I have decided——I will become a novelist in the future. Although I am very sorry to say that , but I will not kill anyone in the future.”

Zhong was also frightened by his seriousness, subconsciously said: "...ah, needless to say, there is nothing to be sorry about."

Oda thought all afternoon after the man left. He loves novels and all kinds of magnificent worlds in novels. The man named Natsume Soseki is right.

He can also write a book, write a person.

Such a scene made him full of hope just thinking about it.

Just a blood-stained killer probably couldn't realize this dream, so after careful consideration, he made this decision solemnly. From today onwards, he will not kill again.

Until the day his hand is qualified to lift a pen, he may finish writing a few novels quietly in this cat cafe.

It's just that if this is the case, his combat effectiveness will inevitably drop when he is on a mission.

To his surprise, the few people in the store did not interfere too much with his decision, and even encouraged him very much.

Sawagawa: "Novelist, it sounds amazing, Oda, please do your best."

"Then I must become the protagonist in Oda's novel!" Dazai jumped up and down, "Overthrow the evil force like the store manager, and tear down the devil gravity user over there! Reach the pinnacle of life!"

A flying pillow successfully interrupted his daydream.

Chuya and Dazai soon started arguing again.

Rimbaud on the side mentioned a cat: "I can lend it to you. I heard that writers will be more inspired when they pet cats."

Oda was a little moved, as an assassin before, he always had to keep calm and keep his heart beating at an appropriate frequency, but now his breathing became disordered for a few seconds.

"thank you all."

He is really glad that he was able to integrate into such a group and meet such a group of people.

-

Eight years later.

As usual, Dazai was watering the little flower pot that didn’t move. He inadvertently brushed a few black marks on the wall, so he happily took a marker and stood obediently against the wall.

"Chuya—" he shouted loudly to the other side, and just as he spoke, his mouth was blocked by a glass, and the round mouth of the cup tightly covered his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

Nakaya held a thin blanket in his hands, and he gently covered Sawagawa with the blanket.

Sawagawa nestled quietly in the hanging chair like a cat, he closed his eyes and was oblivious to the fights in the store.

Zhong also stood beside him and stared at him for a while, his brows were unconsciously frowned, his eyes were complicated, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he walked up to Dazai, and casually removed the glass from his mouth.

"Fall asleep again?" Dazai asked softly.

Zhong also frowned and nodded.

I don't know why recently, Yoshihiko seems to be sleeping all the time, often unable to wake up.

Dazai raised a marker pen and drew a line on top of his head, then he turned around, pointed to the line and said in surprise, "Look, look, I'm already as tall as Chuya! It's been eight years since Chuya's Height hasn't changed at all."

Zhong Ye, who would explode at the touch of a height problem, should have jumped into a rage and kicked him immediately, but at this moment he just kept his face black and didn't speak.

"Odasaku and Rimbaud should be back." Seeing him like this, Dazai also lowered his voice.

The situation of the store manager is indeed a bit worrying. Recently, he has given full authority over the connection with the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he no longer has missions, and just stays in the hanging chair all day long.

The little dagger next to Sawagawa quietly turned into a human form and came to them to join the discussion.

"Did you find anything?"

"No, the master was sleeping as soon as he returned to the room, the same as during the day."

Although it was just drowsiness and no other symptoms, the increasing drowsiness time was really disturbing.

"Now we can only hope for some news from Odasaku and Rimbaud." Dazai murmured.

On the street, the conflicts between various parties in Yokohama have become more intense recently, and there are very few people on the street even during the day.

Oda and Rimbaud had just returned from a private clinic. They asked the doctor about the relevant symptoms in detail, but the other party said that the cause could not be determined based on lethargy alone. In addition, there were no other symptoms. This is the same as sleeping sickness and narcolepsy known so far. Neither match.

"So you still have to bring the patient to the clinic." The doctor said.

Neither of them looked happy, and suddenly there was a burst of gunfire from the west.

A little red-haired boy covered in blood ran out of an alley, followed by a group of mafiosos with machine guns.

A golden space immediately appeared around the boy, blocking all bullets.

"What happened?" Oda rushed over to help the boy up. Fortunately, the boy was shot in the shoulder and his life was not in danger. He immediately stopped the boy's bleeding.

The boy saw that Oda's hair color opened his eyes slightly. Although the pain was severe, he still pulled the other's clothes with tears in his eyes and urged: "Go! They want to kill all the red-haired people."

"what?!"

A few mafia without superpowers naturally couldn't fight against Oda and Rimbaud. After realizing that the situation was not good, they retreated decisively.

The boy's family members quickly found him. They hugged the boy tightly and bowed: "Thank you very much! We are already planning to move out of this street, but we were discovered by them. Sir, you should run away too."

"What happened? What do you mean they want to kill all the red-haired people?" Oda frowned slightly.

"It's the port mafia. I heard that there was a red-haired child who scribbled on their leader's car. The leader was furious and asked his subordinates to kill all the red-haired people on this street." The child's parents After a brief explanation, he said goodbye in a hurry, "I'm very sorry, we can't stay for long, and please leave this street as soon as possible, that leader has gone crazy."

"Are you going to kill an entire street of red-haired people just because a child is scribbling?" It seems that the other party has completely lost his mind, Oda thought.

Rimbaud: "Anyway, let's go back first."

Just as Oda was about to respond, he suddenly pulled Rimbaud to roll to the right, and a small but sharp scalpel was stuck in the place where they were standing.

Wearing a white coat, Mori Ogai stood at the entrance of the alley holding the blond girl, looking at them innocently, as if he wasn't the one who just threw the scalpel.

"Are you here to kill us too? Doctor Mori from Hong Kong and Hei." Oda said calmly.

"No, I'm here to recruit you into the gang. You saw it just now. The leader of Hong Kong gangsters has gone crazy." Mori Ogai walked over and pulled out the scalpel stuck in the ground, shaking it casually, "This is just Just say hello, after all, I always have to confirm the strength of the alliance, don't I?"

"So, you let us know the news on purpose, didn't you just protect that child in secret, so that he could be led to us safely by you?" Oda seemed to be talking to the other party in a relaxed manner, But never let down vigilance.

"As expected of someone who is going to be a novelist, his logical ability is really good." Mori Ogai praised.

The other party has already figured out their situation clearly.

Oda's eyes darkened.

"Don't look at me like that, I came here with great sincerity." Mori Ogai raised his hands with a wry smile, and then his voice lowered, "Recently, Yoshihiko's body... isn't very good."

Oda's pupils contracted slightly, and he exchanged a glance with Rimbaud beside him, but even so they did not speak easily.

"It's really a good vigilance, let me think about it... Forget it, let's treat it as an investment to find you, and I will tell you this information for free." Mori Ogai said very generously.

He is like a jungle hunter who lures his prey into the trap, and slowly puts the bait in the trap: "There are not many tasks assigned to you by the Supernatural Secret Service Division recently, let me guess, they are also very jealous of you ,right."

"That's all I can say. After all, I'm just a part-time worker now. I have to go back to my boss as soon as possible. If there are patients who want to seek medical treatment from me, I'm very happy."

-

The two people who returned to the store recounted the above conversation to others.

In order not to wake up Sawagawa on the first floor, they left the small knife on the first floor to take care of it, and the others gathered in a room on the second floor.

After listening to the whole process, they were all a little silent. Indeed, anyone with a discerning eye could see the change in the attitude of the Supernatural Secret Service Division towards them. Not only were there fewer tasks assigned to them, but there was not even one task in a month.

When I see them, I always look trembling, as if I am afraid that they will destroy the world.

Over the past eight years, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has absorbed many powerful supernatural beings. Although the overall strength cannot be compared with their team, they already have a considerable voice in Yokohama.

The other party may not want to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

"What Dr. Mori said may not be true." Zhongya crushed the glass on the table expressionlessly, but he was careful not to leave a wound on his hand, otherwise the man would complain again.

"I'll know if I really want to try it tonight." Dazai stood up with a smile on his face, "It's almost dinner time, and he should wake up, let's go down."

"Really, always waking up at meal time, really makes people wonder if he did it on purpose."

Sawagawa recovered from his drowsy state, the sky had already darkened, he blinked slowly...it was dark again.

Everyone at the dinner table did not hide the fact that they met Mori Ogai today.

"Did he say that?" Sagawa put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, which was really in line with Mori Ogai's style, and he looked at the others.

Luan and Zhongye were a bit weak in concealment. Although Luan was smiling as usual, the worry in his eyes could not be concealed. Zhong also directly focused on closing the dishes. Things that could be solved by gravity had to be resolved by himself. he.

The other three people didn't see anything unusual on the surface, as if they were not worried about his current situation.

This is probably the reason why you can't show a worried look in front of the patient, even if you pretend to be relaxed, so that the other person thinks that your body is fine.

Recently, because of him, everyone's atmosphere is indeed a little low.

"Then what do you think?" Sagawa asked, but he already knew their answers.

"Don't let Luan leave your side tonight."

In the Hongkong Building.

Mori Ogai stared at the deep night, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"Rin Taro—!" Alice murmured while pulling his clothes, "What are you looking at? Go away, go away!"

"Hi, hi." He took the little blonde girl's hand, "It will be very lively somewhere in a while, but unfortunately the leader called me, we can't see it."

Headquarters of the Ability Secret Service Division.

The golden light enveloped this place again after eight years, all for the same person.

The head of the logistics department happened to see this scene on his way home from overtime work. Eight years ago, he was a small employee in charge of running errands, and the scene left a deep impression on him.

Seeing this familiar golden light, he immediately ran to a certain cat cafe without hesitation.

"What's going on!" The members of the secret service department who were relying on coffee to save their lives and were working overtime all night suddenly felt the building shake.

Then their door was kicked away violently, and a cloud of dust rose from the door.

"Oh, you guys are pretty diligent." Zhongya put his hands in his pockets and said casually.

"Yes, it's you." The head of the war department, who was the person in charge at the time, was sweating coldly on his forehead, pretending to be calm.

He made a gesture from behind, and someone in the corner noticed it, and quietly withdrew, and the minister looked relieved as if he didn't notice it.

As long as they don't come for that stuff.

"You look very guilty, is there really something hiding from us?" Zhong Ye casually raised a chair and threw it at it, punching a big hole in the wall.

"You're joking, what can we hide from you, everyone is a cooperative relationship, isn't it?" The person in charge swallowed his saliva looking at the wall that shattered like a spider's web.

"You really caught me off guard."

The other party's voice suddenly came to his ears, and the person in charge was startled, and was immediately kicked hard in the stomach.

Chuya stepped on the opponent's stomach and looked at him condescendingly: "The person who impresses me, I will let him bear double the gravity, is it an honor?"

The person in charge vomited a mouthful of blood without warning, feeling that all internal organs had been trampled to pieces, and the pain was unbearable as if his body had been put in a meat grinder.

"We, didn't, didn't—" the person in charge resisted the pain and refused to let go.

"Huh?" Zhong Ye squinted his eyes, and Rimbaud's voice suddenly came from the earphone, "I found it, it's in Room 527, Building B."

"Building B 527...?" Zhong Ye stared at the person in charge's instantly ugly face and raised his feet, "Before I officially settle the accounts, you must live well."

It's all over.

The person in charge turned pale.

That room was exactly where he had gestured for people to pass, and the contents inside had to be transferred before they arrived.

"Hurry up!" He gasped for breath, and shouted at his subordinates, "Let, let everyone rush to that room!"

"Must, must not let them take away the contents!"

Rimbaud stood at the top of the building, looking at the armed forces that were almost pouring out from below: "It seems that we have found the right place, be careful, the other party has gone there."

"Huh? What are you talking about? I haven't paid attention to these people." Zhongya rushed away from the enemy all the way, and no bullets could get close to his body.

"You guys don't care too much about the Supernatural Secret Service Section-!!!" Someone around shouted.

The flames mixed with heat waves hit the head and face, but disappeared immediately when they touched the opponent.

"what?!"

"Yo, good evening." Dazai put his hand on his shoulder from behind, and knocked him unconscious with a stick in the other hand, "This incident tells us that people with supernatural powers should also pay attention to physical training. .”

"Dazai—don't dawdle, come here!" Chuya's irritable voice came from the headset, and Dazai said perfunctorily, "Hey hey."

On the other side, the head of the logistics department drove all the way to Maoca, and he pushed open the door panting like eight years ago: "Mr. Sawa, Mr. Sawagawa, your..."

"My clerk has caused you trouble again." Sagawa, who barely kept himself awake tonight, flipped on the switch on the wall.

The cat cafe instantly lit up.

Seeing his calm look, the minister even had a smile on his face, combined with what he said, his heart sank to the bottom: "...do you know what they are doing tonight?"

This is troublesome, eight years ago there was this person who could stop those people, but eight years later he chose to stand with them.

"They are all my shop assistants. Isn't it a matter of course that I choose them?" Sagawa smiled.

That being the case, the Minister's eyes darkened.

"I advise you not to make any small moves." Sagawa reminded him kindly, pointing to his neck.

A sharp short knife with a cold light was lying there.

……when? !

The minister froze and didn't dare to move, a stream of blood was already flowing down his neck.

"When I kidnapped 'me', I thought our cooperation had broken down, didn't it? If so, why should I stop my shop assistants?"

He even knew!

The minister's pupils shrank suddenly... When was it, could it be from the beginning? !

Rimbaud was a little surprised in the supernatural agent department: "What's the matter, Zhongye, why didn't you speak?"

Oda was in charge of infiltrating into the intelligence office to find out what kind of monster the supernatural secret service department was doing. There was a circle of comatose people outside the intelligence room, and he quickly called up Sagawa's information to browse in a hurry.

"...I probably know why." Oda's voice was hoarse for some reason.

Rimbaud: "...what's the matter?"

The door of Building B 527 was kicked open by someone, and the faint light from the corridor shone in. Under the stimulation of such a light source, there was no movement inside.

Zhong also stepped into the room cautiously, the light was blocked by him and seeped out from every corner.

The room was empty, without any furniture, except for a man tied up in the air by shackles on the front wall.

The man looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and with his head down, only black hair could be seen.

Zhong Ye froze at the door, his hands and feet were cold.

Even in such a dim environment, even if the opponent's figure shrunk a little, even if he couldn't hear the opponent's voice, he still recognized——

This bound boy is clearly... Yoshihiko Sagawa!

"what?!"

Oda took the documents and hurried to join them: "We'll talk about the rest when we go back. The most important thing now is...how is he?"

He was referring to the boy who was tied up in room 527. When he mentioned the other party, his voice paused subtly.

Chuya tore off the shackles and caught the boy. The boy was wearing a thin shirt, and the cold skin was conveyed to his palm through the shirt without hindrance.

He clenched his fists tightly, the young man was incredibly thin, and even under such a big commotion, he showed no sign of waking up at all.

"Different, Neng, Special, Wu, Ke!" He popped out these five words word by word through his teeth, his breath full of uncontrollable anger, as if he wanted to raze this place to the ground.

"Calm down, Zhongye. The most important thing now is to bring him back. How is he doing now?"

"Unconscious... There are many pinholes on the arm, others are invisible from the surface, and need further examination." Zhong also hurriedly swept across the boy's body.

"Go back first."

Zhong also jumped between the buildings relying on gravity. He looked back at the Special Agents Division with cold eyes, gathered a gravity ball the size of an egg in his hand, and threw it over without hesitation.

The person in charge walked out of the building with the support of others. Looking at the devastated headquarters, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant: "...how about the casualties?"

"There were no casualties. The personnel from the two buildings that they bombed in the end have already evacuated. It seems that they still don't want to make a big fuss. We still have a chance of winning." The subordinate who supported him immediately replied.

"No more..." The person in charge gritted his teeth, remembering what the other party said.

"Before I officially settle the accounts, you have to live well."

They can't sit still like this, the strength of the other party is beyond their original estimation: "Have you contacted that person?"

The author has something to say: Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you won't get a drop

If you squeeze any more... the silver winter flowers will be squeezed out hehe

Thanks to Feee · Big Baby for smashing the landmine x1 duck!

Thanks to Feee·Big Baby Watered by Big Baby x7, One Sumi Yizi Big Baby Watered White Sticky x5, Yuyan Liushuang Big Baby Watered White Sticky x6 Duck!

Thanks also to all the cute little ones who supported

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