How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

Time passed quickly, spring passed in a blink of an eye, and the warm summer wind blew into Yokohama.

Ango Sakaguchi sat on the plane, looking out at the clouds passing through the porthole.

There was a subtle light shining on his lenses, and his whole person looked refined, rigorous and stable.

Looking at the hometown under the plane, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help feeling a little joy in his heart.

Finally finished his mission and returned to Yokohama. He has worked very hard these past few months to break into the undercover organization, okay?

Obviously he was only going to mediate disputes over trade and intelligence, but he was appointed by the leader to go undercover or something, so he really didn't want to complain.

He stroked his hairline, feeling that he might not be able to bear the identity of this triple spy.

Thinking of going abroad every few months and regularly reporting information to that undercover organization, Ango Sakaguchi felt that his life was much gloomy.

Obviously, at first, he was just an investigator of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Why does he have to receive three salaries by himself now?

Oh, no, that undercover organization doesn't get paid, he just works for nothing.

Sakaguchi Ango sighed, pushed his glasses, and calmed down.

I will talk about these things later, but I am very happy to be able to return to my hometown and return to Yokohama now.

After getting off the plane, Ango Sakaguchi got into a black car waiting at the airport.

The black car drove immediately to the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

Yokohama's landmark building, the middle one of the five buildings.

The top floor, the chief's office.

Ango Sakaguchi, who arrived here after going through various inspections along the way, fell silent watching the leader who was playing games with the blonde loli.

If it weren't for the "degenerate theory" telling him that this pretty little lolita is the supernatural power of the leader of Mori, he would probably think that Mori Ogai is an out-and-out lolicon as the outside world speculates.

...Ah, no, Mori Ogai is Lolicon.

The supernatural body can be regarded as the half body of the owner, so it is Alice = Mori Ogai, who plays a small game of cross-dressing with himself, and there is nothing to blame except for being a little abnormal.

Oh, by the way, his "theory of depravity" is the ability to read the supernatural powers left on items, but no one in the port mafia knows it.

Although this ability is not offensive, it is quite scary in a sense.

All information has nothing to hide from the "degenerate theory".

Therefore, Ango Sakaguchi has no intention of exposing the supernatural power, and once the supernatural power is revealed, he will not be far from death.

He doesn't think that Chief Mori is a soft-hearted person. Even if this ability is worth using, but concealing the existence of the ability is obviously harboring evil intentions, and it is an act of betrayal.

In Hong Kong and Hong Kong, the only fate for a traitor is death.

Ango Sakaguchi lowered his eyes and stood still waiting for Mori Ogai to return to normal.

Alice, who had been obsessed with Mori Ogai for a long time, was full of anger, and slapped a certain garbage adult several times with her eye knife.

As a result, the other party was so startled by such arrogant eyes and aura that he fell back tactically, and the perverted smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider, and he murmured: "Yes, this powerful aura is simply amazing..."

Then, as if he had just seen Ango Sakaguchi standing beside him, he coughed a few times in a low voice, trying to restore his image as a leader.

"Sakaguchi-kun, you didn't see anything just now."

Ango Sakaguchi: ...

Full of complaints, he wanted to pile up in his heart, but he also knew that this was not a good occasion for complaints, so he could only hold back.

He pushed his eyes, indicating that he really didn't see anything just now.

Mori Ogai, who has returned to normal working conditions, is completely different from the silly Lolicon just now. Although they are all garbage adults, they are classified differently. One is hazardous garbage and the other is non-recyclable garbage.

Mori Ogai sat on the leader's seat, folded his hands and looked at Ango Sakaguchi standing respectfully in front of the desk, and condoled his subordinates hypocritically.

"You've worked hard on this mission, Sakaguchi-kun."

Ango Sakaguchi suppressed the complaints that were on the verge of his mouth, and expressed his gratitude to the leader for his care and love.

Mori Ogai responded shamelessly, and then asked about the details of this mission.

After nearly an hour of reporting from the chief's office, the closed door finally opened.

Ango Sakaguchi stepped out, feeling that he had finally come back to life and could finally relax for a while.

……

Although it seems that there is not much need to clean up the dust, but someone will do it for himself, and Ango Sakaguchi is quite happy.

Before it was evening, he changed his clothes and came to Odasaku's house.

As soon as he put his hand on the doorbell, he heard the voices of Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku from inside, as if they were discussing something like "clean up" and "add more salt".

Ango Sakaguchi:?

What is this doing?

He rang the doorbell, and after a while Odasaku came to answer the door.

Oda was wearing a home apron, except for the hand that opened the door, the other hand was wearing a vegetable washing glove, and a vegetable leaf was stuck to his hair, as if he was busy in the kitchen.

Ango Sakaguchi came in and changed his shoes, seeing Odasaku's appearance hesitant to speak, could it be that Odasaku and Dazai were cooking together?

God, let's not mention Oda Tsukuru, Dazai's cooking is a terrible conjecture.

As if to confirm this conjecture, Osamu Dazai in the kitchen was calling for Odasaku to help, and he also invited Ango to come along.

Hearing Dazai calling him, Odasaku immediately returned to the kitchen.

Ango hesitated for a while, then stood at the kitchen door and leaned in, as if watching a terrible chemical experiment.

He saw Osamu Dazai, who was also wearing an apron, staring at a porcelain pot that was cooking. He was wearing anti-scalding gloves with his cuffs rolled up to his elbows, observing the situation in the pot as if he was facing an enemy.

There is also a recipe book on the side.

"... Dazai is cooking?"

Although he witnessed this scene, Ango still felt a little unreal from the bottom of his heart, and felt that Osamu Dazai was not the kind of person who could cook.

Odasaku was processing the condiments, and when he heard this sentence, he replied calmly: "It seems that I want to test my cooking skills to see if I can cook for his girlfriend."

Ah... this is definitely not something that Osamu Dazai can do, is it?Can this dish really be eaten?And Odasaku why are you so calm!Make it look like an ordinary thing!

Ango Sakaguchi wanted to complain loudly, but found a blind spot: "Did Dazai find a girlfriend? He succeeded in chasing that lady?"

Dazai Osamu replied slowly when he heard Ango's words, as if some kind of radar had been installed.

"No."

Then he gradually bent his body and curled up into a ball, as if he had been mentioned about something sad, his whole body turned black and white.

"I, Osamu Dazai, am underage."

His voice was full of lovelessness, and he really wanted to shout to this heartless world that the world is not worth it.

"puff--"

Ango Sakaguchi quickly covered his mouth, but there was still a hint of laughter, and then he got a faint glance from Osamu Dazai.

That look seems to say, if you smile again, there will definitely be no one between the two of us today.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh."

Ango coughed a few times to adjust his facial expression, but when he saw Dazai succeeding in breaking his kung fu again, the expression he wanted to laugh but barely stopped seemed a little funny.

Osamu Dazai's eyes became even more resentful.

Ah, it's getting cold, let Ango sleep.

The author has something to say: the summer vacation is coming to an end, and I think it is definitely impossible to finish writing this book before school starts.

That let me set a small goal, this article will be finished before the National Day.

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