Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

Recently, supernatural beings all over the world have died under their own supernatural powers. Even Japanese supernatural beings are not surprised, but the news is temporarily blocked by the Supernatural Secret Service.

A major event happened recently in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, that is, Mersault Feodor, who was originally imprisoned in the supernatural prison, unexpectedly escaped from prison mysteriously.

No one knows how he escaped, anyway, the Supernatural Secret Service Division is very busy now.

And now I'm a little bit overwhelmed.

In the deepest part of the street, it was pitch black.I lifted the manhole cover of the sewer and jumped down, and the flashlight of my mobile phone illuminated the small square inch.

The sewer was surprisingly clean, but the rats could still be heard. I hugged the apple in my arms and was careful not to let the rats gnaw into the bag.

Passing through the dark sewer, there is gradually light. Pushing open the heavy iron door in front, everything inside is not at all the same as the desolation of the sewer outside.

The world inside the door is resplendent and resplendent, even the lights above the head are emitting a warm light, the elegant sound of the record player is echoing, and the aroma of black tea can still be smelled.

This temporary partner of mine is simply a master of things, when he saw that the member sent by the black organization was me, he only raised the corners of his mouth, showing a soft and warm smile, rolled his tongue and raised his tail, and said: "I want to eat an apple. "

If Belmode hadn't said to obey all the orders of the House of Dead Rats, I wouldn't have gone all the way to the fruit shop to buy apples. Neon fruits are really expensive.

This buddy is also very awesome. I don't know how he escaped from Meursault, which is known as the strictest supernatural prison. The supernatural secret service department is a group of guys who eat nothing!

I suppressed my anger, gave a dog-legged smile, and put the apples in the washing and drying water next to Fyodor's teacup.

He bent down and said respectfully, "Your apple."

He glanced at me, picked up the apple and took a bite, then continued to stare at the computer in front of him for a second.

He wasn't very curious about how I joined the Black Organization, nor why the Black Organization sent me.

Belmode said that the Black Organization and the House of Dead Rats are only a temporary cooperative relationship, and this interest relationship will collapse instantly the moment they get the book.The purpose of Belmode sending me here is to assist him on the one hand, and more importantly, to let me monitor him.

Belmode seems to be too relieved of me, maybe the way to deal with a smart person is to put a stupid person beside him who can't figure out his mind?

The neon weather is unpredictable. It was still hot in summer a few days ago, but now the weather has become cold, so I put on a woolen coat.

Fyodor sitting in front of the computer is the most fashionable mix-and-match trender I have ever seen. He is wearing a white plush hat that covers half of his head and ears. The blackening looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time, and it's hard to say.

He was also wearing a light purple soft cotton pajamas inside, a pair of knee-high wine red boots under his feet, and a fur-collared cloak outside, wrapping his whole body inside.

Fashion is sometimes really confusing, just like the man in front of him who is bending over and jumping with his fingers on the computer keyboard.

His fingers were long and slender, as white as jade, with shiny fingertips, and there were strings of codes flashing on the computer that I couldn't understand.

I took an apple and peeled it carelessly, and my mind was spinning rapidly. From the fact that the remote control combined last time was controlled and the "Moby Dick" could not be driven, it can be seen that this young hacker is very skilled.

Part of the information source of the House of Dead Rats comes from Fyodor's superb computer technology, and the other part is their low-level members lurking in various places like mice.

During the last arrest of Fyodor, Ivan, a member of the House of Dead Rats, died and Pushkin was arrested. Except for these known members, I have never seen anyone else.

After I came to the House of Dead Rats, Fyodor stayed in front of the computer and didn't pay me much attention.

Obviously, Fyodor’s intention of getting the book is to create a new order of the world, and the Black Clothes Organization, as I expected, should be because as long as it is written on the book, it will become a fact, so it wants to use the book to achieve what the boss wants. The intention of longevity.

This book has been rumored to be in Yokohama, but Yokohama is big and big, and it is neither small nor small. How could anyone be so crazy about such a legend that does not know whether it is true or not.

After eating the last bite of the apple, Fyodor threw the core of the apple into the trash can, then wiped his hands slowly with a handkerchief, and said, "Let's go to Shisai and meet our old acquaintance."

I followed Fyodor cautiously and came to Kaisai, which is located in the center of Yokohama. This place is eerie, and just by hearing the name, you can tell that this place is not a comfortable place.

There was air-conditioning around, the leaves rustled, and there was no light.

A mist slowly spread out from the castle inside the fortress, I frowned, thinking of a man who could not appear in Yokohama in exile—Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

Originally, it was a fantasy to kill all the supernatural beings in Yokohama. If it was this man, maybe he could really do it.

Fyodor opened the gate of the castle, and the candles hanging on the wall were lit one by one. I followed behind him, perfectly playing his little follower.

The candle burned to the end, and the heavy door opened, and the elegantly dressed Tatsuhiko Shibusawa looked at Feordo's clothes with some distaste, took out a set of clothes and threw it to him.

After Fyodor changed his clothes, he pushed open the heavy door. Besides Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, there was another man in the room.

Fyodor looked at me behind him with a smile, and sat in another empty seat. A flash of surprise flashed in my eyes, and I stood behind Fyodor without saying a word.

Standing among them in white, I in black obviously looked like a traitor sent by the organization next door to inquire about information.

The three of them sat on chairs, talking about esoteric topics that I didn't want to delve into, and I just kept looking at Osamu Dazai secretly.

His often loose hair was combed up on one side, revealing half of his smooth face.He was wearing a white suit with a cape of the same color over it.

The clothes the three of them wore were obviously designed by one person, and they were cut to fit. They looked like dogs on them. If the three of them made their debut as a group, they would definitely be able to have red edges and neon lights. Go out of Asia and dominate the universe.

Seeing my dazed eyes, Dazai raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

After I left Sengoku, I didn't have the chance to meet Osamu Dazai. We haven't seen each other for probably a few months.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's eyes still carried the madness and confusion of years ago. It was such a weak and thin man who killed 88 members of the mafia in the Dragon Head War.

But the mafia, who must take revenge, didn't do anything to him.

It's not that he didn't want to do anything to him, but that the Supernatural Secret Service Division at that time intervened to prevent the port mafia from retaliating against Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, and exiled him abroad and banned him from entering the neon.

It is not difficult to guess what the Supernatural Secret Service Division did, but there is such a weapon that can use Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural power to remove the supernatural person when the Yokohama supernatural person cannot control it.

As long as he doesn't harm Nihong, no matter how many people he killed abroad, what does it have to do with Nihong and the Supernatural Secret Service?

Over the years, the Supernatural Secret Service Division also wiped a lot of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ass.

This is the world of the superiors. They weigh the pros and cons, balance the forces of all parties, and let them check each other.They issue orders in an attempt to contain anyone or anything that threatens their life and status.

They don't care about the consequences of keeping Shibusawa Ryuhiko, they only know that Shibusawa Ryuhiko is not dead, and they have an extra bargaining chip in their hands to suppress the supernatural beings.

It's the same for people and ghosts.

People are indeed dirty, cunning, and unscrupulous creatures.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked out of the window, there was a thick fog outside, even the dense green trees outside the house could not be seen, and the air even faintly smelled of blood.

There should be dead bodies everywhere outside, and the blood probably seeps into the road and won't be able to wash it off for a while, right?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has been wandering abroad, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division has also closely monitored him. It is not easy for him to come to Neon, and what is there to attract him in Neon?

He likes to collect all kinds of abilities. I was lucky enough to see his collection room once. He collects various abilities from other people. He is only interested in his collection of abilities. He probably has no interest in the books sealed in Yokohama. .

The only reason he came to Yokohama was because of the other two men present.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko took them to his favorite collection room, I originally wanted to follow, but Fyodor said meaningfully: "Go outside to see the situation of other supernatural beings, our guests can't pass It will probably be here soon."

"Yes." I said respectfully.

I don't know what this Mickey Mouse Clubhouse wants to do. Every time I look at me, it makes me feel hairy.

There was silence outside, this place was no longer Yokohama, it was just a supernatural space exactly like Yokohama.Now that the thick fog has enveloped the entire Yokohama, all the supernatural beings in Yokohama should be trapped in this supernatural space.

There is a strong smell of blood in the air, and it is not the ability to defeat oneself after being stripped out of the ability to become an ordinary person.

A white light radiated from me, and people who looked like me followed me step by step. It was the first time I observed my own abilities so closely, and it seemed a little strange.

She was gentle and didn't mean to hurt me at all.She followed behind me, looking around curiously.

The fog is getting thicker and gradually spreading outward. If the thick fog continues to spread outward, supernatural organizations in other countries will definitely take action against Yokohama. The worst consequence is probably the destruction of Yokohama.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability can separate people and abilities, and only when his own ability is defeated, the ability will return to himself.

Since the emergence of the ability, there are not a few people who do not accept it or even hate it from the bottom of their hearts. In the eyes of most people, the ability is just a tool. If you do not accept your own ability sincerely, you may be severely punished by the ability. counterattack.

There was darkness at the end of the road, and three figures walked out of the darkness.

I folded my fan and covered my face with a light smile, "So the guests are you."

"Get out of the way." Akutagawa's brows were furrowed enough to kill a fly.

I looked at them and exclaimed, "As expected of Jie-chan, he defeated Rashomon."

"Get out of the way." Akutagawa repeated.

Nakajima looked at the person next to me, and he wondered, "Why, why didn't your abilities attack you?"

I held the hand of the person next to me and said with a smile: "She is my friend, how could she hurt me?"

How can my "holy light shine" hurt people?

I could faintly hear the howling dragon chant in the sky, and the 'holy light shone' returned to my body.

The dense fog began to surge, and a huge dragon hovered in the air.

This is the singularity of supernatural powers.

The image of Fyodor carrying the fruit knife in the fruit bowl that I secretly hid behind his back suddenly popped up in my mind.

A bad premonition arose spontaneously, I looked at the tall tower not far away, and cursed, "It's really a disaster!"

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感谢在2020-02-2301：56：39～2020-02-2401：55：23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mujing Candle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!