How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

Two days later, a piece of news about the European side reached the office of the head of the Hong Kong gangsters.

The sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the soft carpet.

Mori Ogai lowered his head, clasped his hands on his forehead, and was in the shadows.

He looked at the news that his subordinates in Europe had just sent back, and he couldn't help being a little silent.

Ango Sakaguchi lost contact, Mimic was completely wiped out in the open sea, and the military and police "hound dogs" were suspected of intervening.

What is this all about.

Has his layout been disrupted like this?

Mori Ogai pondered for a long time, and then began to sigh.

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but if the layout has been disrupted, at least Ango Sakaguchi should be brought back.

After all, he was an undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Secret Service, so the Secret Service should spit out something no matter what.

Is it really easy to handle Hong Kong gangsters?

However, it still hurts a lot. I missed this layout. When will he get his license to open the business?

The value of one Ango Sakaguchi is not enough to exchange for a license.

Thinking of this, Mori Ogai suddenly became depressed, and his hair was raised upright.

His mind was twisted, thinking that going to the teacher's place would be a bad sell, maybe the teacher would just mention it to his junior sister for his pity, and his license would be obtained.

"Rintaro is dreaming every day~"

Alice's sweet voice interrupted Mori Ogai's wild thoughts and made him face the cold reality.

Mori Ogai became even more decadent, and he couldn't suppress the temperament of the middle-aged good-for-nothing uncle.

"Don't say that, Alice-chan."

He looked at Alice, who was entertaining herself and drawing, and her purple eyes were filled with unexplained sorrow.

"Without Mimic, rounding up means that there is no license, and there is Dazai... there is no reason to expel him."

Alice didn't stop painting, she tilted her head and glanced at Mori Ogai in disgust.

"How much benefit Dazai has created for the port mafia, is this unbearable? Careful Hayashi Taro?"

Mori Ogai, who was dismissed by Lolita, didn't take it seriously, and brazenly accepted the narrow-minded evaluation.

He muttered under his breath.

"Mr. Dazai is too difficult to control, and it's not necessarily necessary to drive him out of Hong Kong..."

To be honest, he hasn't made a clear decision on whether to drive Dazai away.

The danger of Osamu Dazai is directly proportional to the benefits he brings to Hong Kong gangsters. He fears and appreciates Dazai's ability.

However, Dazai-kun is already a bit difficult to control.

Presumably, when Dazai becomes an adult, he will have enough strength to backstab him to the top, just like he cut the throat of his ancestors with his own hands.

Those who have ghosts in their hearts see everyone as a ghost.

Of course Mori Ogai knew this truth, but it didn't dispel his suspicions.

He sighed and put away his miscellaneous thoughts.

Now that things have come to this point, let's re-arrange.

However, before he could conceive a specific plan, he received an interview call from the Secret Service Section.

So, on an unknown afternoon, Mori Ogai, wearing a white doctor's uniform and holding an umbrella, went to an empty coffee shop for an appointment.

The tiny raindrops are like soft needles and threads, mixed with coolness and blowing towards the face.

Mori Ogai walked into this coffee shop, he put away his umbrella and hung it on the umbrella stand by the door.

There is no boss or waiter in the store, and it is so quiet that it does not look like a normal store.

Fengxin Yaye sat on a seat by the window, looking at the pattering rain scene outside the window peacefully.

There was a half-open book on the table.

She gently stirred the coffee in front of her, and the rich and bittersweet smell wafted into the air.

Sensing someone entering the store, she glanced slowly and saw Mori Ogai who had just hung up the umbrella.

In Mori Ogai's eyes, the Miss Prosecutor of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division looked at him calmly with a hint of indifference, as if she was looking at a commodity that was up for grabs.

He knows that the value of this kind of commodity is often more ornamental than practical, and there is no need to buy it.

Oh, how ruthless, Miss Fengxin.

Mori Ogai greeted quite consciously, and made himself a cup of coffee under Fushin Yano's silent gaze.

There is no boss and no waiter, so you can't even have a cup of coffee.

He put the coffee on the table opposite Fuxin Yano, took out the chair and sat down.

"The weather is not very good these days, and the sun has not been seen for several days."

Mori Ogai glanced at the books on the table, followed Fushin Yano's gaze and looked out the window, watching the increasing rain and discussing the matter.

Fushin Yano ignored his accusation, and turned to look straight at Mori Ogai, who was well-dressed.

In fact, not to mention anything else, just looking at his white doctor uniform, I really can't tell that he is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, a man who controls the underground black forces in Yokohama.

Her eyes moved slightly, thinking about Mori Ogai's triple identity.

Soldiers, doctors, mafia.

What a conflict.

"Have you read this book, Mr. Sen?"

Fuxin Yano closed the half-open book on the table, the pure black cover had the title in gold.

"Heart".

"Natsume Soseki/Written" is printed on the side spine.

Mori Ogai's brows and eyes softened, and there was a false smile in his purple eyes.

He answered without haste.

"Of course, I read it before I joined the army. It's a pity that the teacher still hasn't completed the ending after all these years."

Fushin Yano's voice was calm, as if he was asking purely out of doubt.

"Then if it were your Excellency who wrote it, what would be the ending?"

Is it the confession of an egoist?

Or a carnival for the immoral?

Mori Ogai thought for a while, and said: "Compared to pure individualism, that kind of deplorable loneliness will inevitably be rejected in reality."

He paused, then picked up the conversation again.

"So, if I draw up the ending, the contradiction will become a withered flower after conflicting with reality, and it will end sadly."

——For the Tao, everything can be sacrificed.

This is the original text in the book.

Mori Ogai smiled, and looked at Fushin Yano.

"The so-called reality is a game that the side that cares about the "heart" must lose. "

Fuxin Yano looked at him silently, as if he was estimating something.

She became more aware of how tricky Mori Ogai was.

He is too sensible.

It is true that this is a necessary quality for an excellent leader, but will he really not get tired of this world full of material and interests if he looks at everything rationally?

This is just her personal opinion.

After all, from the perspective of the overall situation, Mori Ogai's concept is the best solution.

She understands and agrees, but thinks it's okay to be a little emotional now and then.

Maybe she can't do it for the time being, and sacrifice the equivalent bargaining chips that cannot be parted emotionally for the final and established interests.

Fengxin Yaye calmed down, his face indifferent.

The patter of rain outside the window became louder.

She took out an anonymous letter from the book cover and handed it to the center of the table.

"——This is half a license to open a special ability."

The author has something to say: Ogai Mori (shocked): Dream, dream come true!

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Make him happy for a while and then—

Steps [-], [-], and [-] to persecute Mr. Sen:

1. Pick him up first

2. Throw him into the pit again

3. Finally, cover him with soil