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The wind blew through the streets of Yokohama at 41:[-] in the morning, blowing away all the human smells left in the day and night.

Beichuan Xingji stopped and looked sideways behind him.

Surrounded by empty streets, and what can be called a silent atmosphere, this is really weird in Yokohama.

But now is a special period, and the nerves of various forces in Yokohama are a little sensitive. Even the ordinary citizens are aware of it.

The current atmosphere is very normal, and it would be abnormal if there were noises from people's voices, so Beichuan Xingji just stopped for a while, and continued to lazily follow the guidance of the system.

Compared with other people, his vision is a bit special, as if various pages that only appeared in the game were pulled and closed by him with his eyes, leaving only the most basic desktop guidance settings: various gray and white lines interspersed It intersects into a clear map of Yokohama, with blood-stained red indicators winding across the ground.

From the perspective of outsiders, Beichuan Xingji is like a white cat, stepping on a straight line, every step is a standard distance, and the footsteps are close to nothing.

In the ear, Yokohama, which is so silent that it can make people suffocate, suddenly has something more, from the silence of the frozen world to the tranquility of the world.

Beichuan Xingji stopped and looked towards an alley ahead.

A certain sound that he was very familiar with came along with the muffled sound of human beings being gagged, faintly adding a bit of weirdness to the scene here.

The cold moon sprinkles the cold brilliance on this land, they are like a layer of hazy white veil, or the only remaining light rope in the darkness, once people in the darkness grab it, they will be dragged into the light .

The rope of light stopped before the thick darkness of the alley, wandering hesitantly.

The guidance in the field of vision also turned into the alley here, Beichuan Xingji did not hesitate like the light, he adjusted his steps, the footsteps were still very light, but when entering the alley, the steps had become lively like a young man.

The moonlight shone on his face, passing over the face of Beichuan Xingji's trumpet who was logged in at this time, reflected by his white hair, and finally caressed his fat-colored eyes before leaving.

The dim alley was illuminated by the system interface in the eyes of Beichuan Xingji. He quickly read through some of the emotions, BUFF and DEBUFF prompted by the system, and then, in the darkness of the alley, his expression began to change. Change.

———Start into the play.

The system highlights a point in the alley, which is a member of Port Mafia who is on guard in a hidden place in the middle of the alley. The second Beichuan Xingji looked over, his name floated above his head: [Taro Monano].

Has a name, not an inconspicuous port Mafia, at least, the system has noticed him, instead of the perfunctory [passer-by] or [port Mafia] like most people.

Taro Monno also happened to look over. He seemed a little surprised, walked out of the secret place quickly at random, bowed his head and said, "Mr. Bai Ze!"

Shirasawa Nakoko, the trumpet that Beichuan Xingji is currently controlling, is also one of the members of Port Mafia, but his position is much higher than that of Monano Taro.

At the same time, 'Shirasawa Chiko' is also the leader of the current port Mafia and one of Mori Ogai's confidantes. He is one of the few people who has followed Mori Ogai since he was a doctor—of course, it is also considered by certain people It's unlucky.

Shirasawa Nakoko glanced lightly at Taro Monano, and told the time, "At 43:42 in the morning, you received this task at [-]:[-] in the afternoon the day before yesterday."

In Port Mafia, his reputation is very strange. Others either respect and adore him, or extremely loathe him, or fear him.

Unfortunately, only another confidant of Mori Ogai and the little unlucky ghost - Dazai Osamu, dared to express this extreme disgust, so the rest of the people had only two choices, worship or fear.

This is not a single-choice question, it is often multiple-choice.

Taro Monno lowered his head, and he said, "It's because my subordinates are not doing well."

As long as you have temporarily worked under Bai Ze Zhizi, or have been on missions with him, it is easy to understand what Bai Ze Zhizi, who has not got off work after three o'clock in the morning, means: trash, admit your mistake.

And those who were asked by him in this way deeply realized two very simple truths:

[-]. The process is not important, the result is the key.

Two, don't talk back to the strong.

In particular, when this strong man refers to Baize Zhizi, it is more beneficial to obediently admit his mistake than to explain.

Sure enough, Shirasawa Chiko just glanced at Taro Monano and said nothing. When he walked deep into the alley, the scene in the alley had already been dealt with briefly.

This time, their mission is to track down the traitor who betrayed Port Mafia. It is said that he brought Port Mafia a small amount of money, weapon losses and great psychological damage.

Mori Ogai said it himself.

Shirasawa Zhizi didn't bother to talk to him, and didn't even send any specific task information. It must be Mori Ogai who was bald and meditating late at night, and found out that one of his cronies was about to get off work, so he picked a joke task and treated him humanely. Doctrine task dispatch.

In the alley, there were several Port Mafias in black suit uniforms. They had just stood up, and their knees or other joints were still stained with blood that did not belong to them. "Mr. Bai Ze!"

There are no names above these people's heads, which can be regarded as background boards.

Baize Zhizi nodded and looked at the target person.

The clothes on the traitor were no longer black suits, but ordinary clothes. His coat was stripped off and used as a temporary rope, his mouth was tightly blocked by the hem of the clothes, and his body was twisted abnormally. It seemed that his joints had been removed repeatedly.

An hour earlier, the traitor had just been captured by this team and interrogated on the spot.

An hour passed, and Yokohama became quieter, but they obviously didn't find anything useful during the interrogation. Not only that, the alley was also dripping with blood. I don't know how many days later, the nearby residents finally had the courage to come and see When you look at it, there will be some ideas.

"I know why Eldest Sister didn't lend you the interrogation room." Bai Ze Zhizi said, and he walked up to the traitor.

From the traitor's perspective, he could only see a pair of black leather shoes, which were obviously smaller than the others, approaching his eyes, and then his chin was pinched and he looked up.

Bai Ze Zhizi squatted down, took the hem of his clothes off his mouth, glanced at his mouth without any teeth, full of wounds and blood stains, thought for a while, and said: "It seems familiar, I Have I seen you somewhere?"

The traitor was speechless and could only pant like a dying dog.

Except for Shirasawa Nakko, the only one named Taro Monano said in a low voice: "Mr. Shirasawa, he stayed with Ozaki-sama for a few days."

Bai Ze Zhizi suddenly realized, "Have you been under the eldest sister? No wonder you sent me here, the eldest sister hates betrayal the most."

He bowed his head, approached the traitor, and asked with great interest: "You haven't sent out the so-called information, have you? If it falls into my hands, you will lose a lot."

After finishing speaking, Bai Ze Zhizi looked at the traitor's dilated pupils, stood up, and said calmly: "The injury is too serious, let's treat it first...Gag his mouth."

A port Mafia crouched down and stuffed the clothes back into the traitor's mouth.

Shirasawa Ikeko pinched the fingertips of the white glove on his right hand with his left hand, and pulled them off one by one, and Taro Monno, who was standing behind him, reached out to take them.

"The so-called aesthetics of the interrogation is not like this. If the eldest sister came, I'm afraid she wouldn't even take a look at it, would she? Even a suicidal man with no aesthetic sense can't accept this kind of rough interrogation."

The aesthetics of interrogation is something that only neurotics are obsessed with, right?And the suicidal madman who has no aesthetics refers to Mr. Dazai?The rumors turned out to be true, Mr. Shirasawa and Mr. Dazai were born at odds.

The others retreated tacitly, leaving room for Bai Ze Zhizi.

Baize Zhizi stretched out his hand to hold the traitor's wrist, and said softly: "Don't worry, no matter what the process is, you will definitely enjoy the fate of the traitor."

"Extraordinary ability,"

"——Angel's Sorrow."

Shirazawa Nakoko, a subjective healing supernatural power user, the white god of death in Mafia's dream at the port.

The so-called subjective healing system means that when Bai Zezhizi activates the supernatural power, all people touched by him will be healed to the state of health he "thinks"—even if this so-called state of health refers to three heads, six arms, blood Bar full.

It's just so unreasonable.

This kind of subjective supernormal ability, when it meets the healing system, it will glow with incredible colors, and it can easily awaken the abyss that is disgusting from the bottom of my heart.

In private, everyone agrees that this is not a healing ability at all, but the ability bestowed by the gods on Bai Zezhizi to torment people. They use their excellent brain power to confirm that people who can awaken this ability, what is their personality? What a twist.

So in the next moment, a kind of wailing that was so sharp that it was not human-like sounded, "Ahhhhhh——"

This kind of wailing sound that could immediately resonate with human pain was stuffed back into the mouth by the hem of the clothes, only a little leaked, but it was enough to make the atmosphere in the alley tense instantly.

Bai Zezhizi tilted his head casually, and interrogated perfunctorily in this background sound, "What is your real identity? What is your purpose? What information did you steal? Where is the organization? How big is it?"

Every time a question is thrown, it is accompanied by the sound of the traitor.

The white bones pierced through the flesh and skin, struggling to bloom bone flowers with eerie beauty in the air, the scattered flesh and blood dyed these bone flowers a gorgeous crimson, the blood surged in the narrow blood vessels, propping up the elastic blood vessels .

Finally, the wailing of the traitor broke through a certain realm and began to lose its voice.

The effect was achieved, Bai Ze Zhizi leaned over, smelled the blooming bone flower, and turned his head in distaste, "It stinks."

He said: "It's really troublesome, let's interrogate, and remember to give the statement to the eldest sister."

The bone flower began to wither, no, that was not withering, but compressed back abruptly according to its growth track.

Is it the pain when the bone is growing, or the pain when the bone is compressed and reverted?

Taro Monno didn't know, he could only kneel down on one knee silently according to the plan, and saluted Naruto Shirazawa, "It's because my subordinates are not good at work, please trouble Mr. Baize."

Bai Ze Zhizi looked at him, wondering if it was because he saw blood just now, he was in a good mood, he licked his pale lips, "Subordinate?"

"I have done several missions with Mr. Bai Ze." Taro Meno explained that he was prepared, and Bai Ze Zhizi is very sensitive to time. He can tell the specific time and date of something without hesitation. The turning point, as long as he pays attention to it.

But other things, like humans, he never remembered except a few.

It's like suffering from time hypermemory.

Bai Ze Zhizi tilted his head, and said without any fluctuation: "Oh, then you want to be my subordinate?"

"Don't you think about it? My tactics against those who betrayed me will only be more ruthless than today."

In Bai Ze Zhizi's special vision, since Meno Taro knelt down on one knee, a title related to the faction appeared on his head: [Port Mafia (Special Ability Division)],

The Supernatural Secret Service Division, an official organization that has some contacts with Beichuan Xingji's tuba.