How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

a few days later.

The Public Security Bureau and the Supernatural Secret Service Division conducted a secret handover, and the two departments shared some publicly available information.

"Russia doesn't seem to be restraining the devil. There was related news the day before yesterday that he might be preparing to enter the country through the route of the black organization."

The reporter of the Ability Secret Service Section continued to speak: "We can provide some internal information about the black organization, but we need to borrow part of the authority of the public security."

The representatives of the public security and the people around them whispered to each other for a while, and after weighing it, they spoke cautiously.

"The content that can be opened in terms of authority is subject to discussion. According to the information sent back by our informant..."

In the conference room, representatives of the two parties are negotiating.

The subject content is indeed around the Devil and the Black Organization, but in the final analysis it is not a department, and it is impossible to be honest with each other.

Secret cooperation and competition among peers have always existed.

lounge.

Fengxin Yaye sipped his tea lightly, looking relaxed.

It's just a discussion, she doesn't need to come forward, and naturally she doesn't need to get involved in the handover between the Secret Service and the police.

When Fugu Ling knocked on the door of the lounge, he saw Fuxin Yano drinking tea leisurely, and when he opened the door, he just glanced lazily to say hello.

"Why don't you go and listen in, don't you like that kind of occasion?"

He found a sofa by himself and sat down, then lay down, his short light blond hair spread out on the backrest.

Yano Fengxin shook his teacup lightly, shook his head, and pointed out: "Just go to the meeting summary later, and you didn't go there in person, didn't you?"

Why bother to say something that everyone knows so well.

Hearing this, Jiang Gu Ling blinked his purple-gray eyes, with a cheerful and easy-going tone.

"Hey, I've been a little confused lately."

The four jobs, if he hadn't learned time management well, he would have split them up long ago.

Fushin Yano ignored him and quietly sent a message to Osamu Dazai.

It's not that Osamu Dazai didn't want to come, but he was stumbling over the affairs of the Secret Service and Tsunayoshi Sawada and others.

The report on the whereabouts of the supernatural body Bai Qilin and matters related to Majin, except for some really unimportant contents, were all analyzed by Dazai alone.

Coupled with the fact that Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa were sent back by Butei to wander around from time to time, Osamu Dazai is a bit autistic these days.

Obviously, there were not so many things when I was in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, but it seemed that I was suppressed when I came to the talent skill of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Touching Fish.

It was a little leisurely at the beginning, but now if I hadn't pushed half of the work to Ango, I might have to work overtime and stay up late!

Recalling the average daily working hours of Secret Service staff, Osamu Dazai felt a little suffocated.

too frightening.

He absolutely can't be reduced to this kind of situation, neither can Yano.

After looking around the circle of cabbages, he regrettably found that none of them could go into the basket.

Thus, Osamu Dazai began to stir up the big beet of Oda Sakunosuke.

He changed his previous attitude of preventing Odasaku from being involved in any organization, and actively recommended him the post of civilian staff of the Secret Service.

I don't know if Mr. Oda agrees with Fuxin Yano, anyway, she probably understands that Mr. Oda's dream seems to be writing novels.

Is there still time to write novels after entering the Secret Service Division?

Fushin Yano looked at the reply sent by Dazai Osamu with a smile, and honestly explained the whole story of his acquaintance with Furutani Rei.

Compared with installing a bug on her body or making indirect inquiries, it is already a huge improvement for Dazai to choose to ask directly.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Gu Ling who was left aside by her cast a meaningful glance at Fuxin Ya Ye.

Well, I heard that the rate of being single among the staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division is ridiculously high, but I didn't expect Fuxin Yano to get out of the single after not seeing each other for a year or two.

Although he said in front of the little detective that his lover was the country, but in real life he was the one who was fed dog food.

As for who Fengxin Yano's love partner is, it is a personal matter, and he has no intention of getting to know it in depth.

There is a high probability that it is the person who used his forged character file, but he doesn't need to talk too much.

Some things are better than others need to know.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door of the lounge.

The contents of the meeting came out.

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Russia.

A dark room near the Unfrozen Harbor.

The devil Fyodor D sat in front of the computer desk, the lights of the surrounding electronic equipment flickered on and off, reflecting his slightly pale and sickly face.

His fingertips kept tapping on the keyboard, intercepting the information he wanted from the various data that popped up on the computer interface.

Finally, he bit his nails lightly, his voice low.

"Dirty clothes, withered hair, sweaty underarms, filthy body, unhappy me..."

The smile on Fyodor's face gradually widened, and thrilling madness flashed in his purple eyes.

There was a strange meaning in his slow tone.

"Is this the Five Declines of Heaven and Man?"

Sure enough, as long as you grasp the weak point, even if it is as strong as that one, you can still pry the corner of the wall.

As for the members, who would you please...

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko of the supernatural body seems to think about it, after all, their goals are consistent.

Didn't Bai Qilin want to collect precious gems full of life's brilliance?

It is completely possible to fool him into joining, but if not, then use him to test the reaction of Japan.

Anyway, no matter how you play this chess piece, it will not lose you, it just needs a little planning time.

Fyodor thought for a while and decided to leave a place for Gogol.

Nikolai Gogol pursues absolute freedom, morbidly chasing the boundless sky like an unrestrained bird, but paradoxically envies the caged bird.

He knew the man, and there was no one better suited to be a pleasure criminal than Gogol.

It's not too difficult to find the trail of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. This guy relied on his special abilities to finish him off, and basically didn't deliberately hide himself.

a few days later.

A thick fog had just receded, and Fyodor walked into the tall building where Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was sitting on a chair and casually counting the few supernatural power crystals he just got.

Seeing the almost uniform luster and brightness of the crystals, he threw them aside in disgust, folded his hands and rested his chin and fell into thought.

This is not the gem he wanted.

"I always feel that I have forgotten something, but I can't recall it at all."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's red eyes were full of bored emotions, and the corner of his eyes did not glance at the corpse killed by his own supernatural power in the corner of the room.

He raised his gaze a little and looked at Fyodor's figure on the glass window.

"Do you have a way to remind me?"

Fyodor stood still, with a faint smile on his face.

"Since you can't find what you want, how about collecting all the gems in the world?"

His tone is persuasive, as if staring into the abyss of the devil, transcending the existence of sin.

"The most dazzling one among all the gems in the world is naturally the brilliance you have been pursuing."

"—What do you think, Shibusawa-kun?"

The author has something to say: Fei Jia (Queen): You see, this apple is big and sweet. Come and taste it.

Shibusawa (Princess): Who are you, don't touch me.