Port Mafia Play House

Another social animal Monday.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki bit the rubber band, tucked her hair into a ball at the back of her head, looked at herself in the mirror left and right—and nodded in satisfaction.

The small suit with flat and crimped lines, especially professional black gloves, and the pattern of the silk scarf are just right.

Perfect! very good!

She came to the secret stronghold of the Ability Secret Service Division in the mountains, drove out of the garage an Auston Martin specially shipped from England, opened the car window, took a deep breath, and tried to let the wind blow away the residual tension .

After two years in the job, Tsujimura Mizuki is nervous and looking forward to the first secret mission in his life, just like the secret agent in the movie.

Her task is to monitor super dangerous people with supernatural powers - Ayatsuji pedestrians known as "homicide detectives" who possess the dangerous supernatural power that can kill the other party as long as they identify criminals.

Although the target's appearance, character background and other information have long been familiar, Tsujimura Fukatsuki still can't help but imagine the upcoming first meeting.

What kind of work will she take on?

Will there be a fierce shootout or a pressing conspiracy contest like in the movie?

Tsujimura Fukatsuki stood in front of a seemingly ordinary detective agency and uttered a line from her favorite spy movie.

"It was your mistake that I was born in the same era as me."

She took a deep breath and pushed open the wooden door of the office——

Then I saw my immediate boss, like a salted fish who had lost his dream, lying on the sofa with his head down, his eyes out of focus.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

Tsujimura Shenyue was stunned: "Mr. Mrs. Mrs. Zai?"

It was only a few weeks ago that Osamu Dazai was promoted to Tsujimura Fukatsuki's immediate boss.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division is a secret organization. Even the colleagues who live together every day don't know each other very well, let alone the boss who came by airborne.

The first and only meeting between Mizuki Tsujimura and Osamu Dazai was when Osamu Dazai had just been promoted. She went to report to Senior Sakaguchi. She beckoned, beckoning her to come over.

The young man's tone was subtle and teasing, so frivolous that one couldn't help but want to beat him up.

Then what did he say?correct.

He lazily said: "Miss Tsujimura, please pour me a cup of coffee - thank you."

"Hey, those standing over there, don't be in a daze, are you a newcomer sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to monitor?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki came back from her memories and looked in the direction of the voice. Sitting there was her mission target, a man wearing a black peaked cap and detective attire, Ayatsuji pedestrian said impatiently.

"Hurry up and take this guy away, it's really annoying to use this place as a love counseling center every day—"

"By the way, by the way, a cup of coffee, thank you."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

One or two of you, don't always treat others like servants, okay?

After all, she is also an agent, hey!

"Teacher Ayatsuji..." Tsujimura Fukatsuki straightened his back, fighting for a reasonable position for his identity, "It's our first meeting, I'm the investigator of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Tsujimura Fukatsuki, in theory, if you make some Inappropriate behavior, I have the ability to kill at any time..."

Ayatsuji pedestrians were expressionless: "Oh..."

"Right..."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "Then can you get rid of this troublesome guy?"

Tsujimura Mizuki choked, and bit the bullet.

"Theoretically speaking, Dazai-san has higher authority than me..."

Visible disgust appeared in the eyes of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

"Oh……"

"Then you'd better keep making coffee."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki, the first major crisis in his career came from his immediate boss!

This is different from what she thought!It's completely different!

Although I complained so much in my heart, I finally poured coffee.

two cups...

The ground coffee beans are brewed in hot water, exuding a bitter aroma, and the electric fan above the head rotates slowly, stirring up the lingering wind and dust in summer.

The two people in the room completely regarded her as a coffee machine, bickering like no one else.

Osamu Dazai turned over, "It's so cold, Ayatsuji, we used to have a close relationship sharing the same boat."

"It's just that you are also being monitored by the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Ayatsuji pedestrian complained, "Haven't you been released after serving your sentence, and you still come to my place, prison life is not enough?"

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai slid down, staring at the ceiling, "But I don't have any friends, only you, Ayatsuji, can still say a few words."

"It's just because of the confidentiality regulations. Don't talk about how good our relationship is."

Ayatsuji pedestrians unceremoniously poked him.

"Let's just say it first, our firm doesn't accept love counseling."

"Really——" Osamu Dazai showed a hypocritical surprised expression, "Then I'm going to place an order for a murder investigation, if I hide from me like this in August, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, really, really death in front of you oh—”

"That's entirely up to you." Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't want to talk to this person at all.

"I didn't expect the devil to have the idea of ​​"book" either! Osamu Dazai shouted, "It's all the devil's fault for becoming what it is today!" "

"It's clearly your own arrogance."

"No, it's all the devil's fault."

Ayatsuji Xingren and Osamu Dazai looked at each other for a few seconds-chosen not to entangle with him anymore.

Tsujimura Mizuki trembled when he heard this.

Devil! ?Book! ?It didn't sound like something she could listen to! ?

After struggling for a long time, Tsujimura Fukatsuki chose to ask a question with a relatively minimal level of confidentiality.

"That...'August' is..."

"It's the one you think of." Ayatsuji Xingren didn't feel guilty about disclosing the privacy of his "friend". "The cadre of the port mafia is this guy's crush."

"No, I've confessed my love many times." Osamu Dazai said dissatisfied, "It's a relationship between two people who love each other!"

"Heh..." Ayatsuji Xingren said disdainfully, "Then you should calm him down."

Speaking of this - Osamu Dazai went back for another second.

"Ah... didn't you say, "The more simple-minded the solution, the more unexpected it is." "He said to himself, "Then let's do this... Ms. Tsujimura, it's up to you!" "

Tsujimura Fukatsuki:?

I suspect you are scolding me, but I have no proof.

Osamu Dazai sat up from the sofa with a smile on his face, put his hands on his lap: "Just please--come and help me create a chance encounter with August!"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "Huh?"

"Didn't Ayatsuji hope that you could get me away?" He said very naturally, "As long as you let me and August meet by chance, I will leave immediately, how about it!"

"But, the monitoring task..."

"It's easy..." Osamu Dazai held up his phone, "I will ask Atsushi to help you here..."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki repeated: "Dun?"

"It's my adopted child. It just happened to be the end of the college voluntary exam this year, so it looks like there's nothing to do hahaha."

Just finished the voluntary exam.

It's too miserable to have such a guardian on the stand.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was speechless for a while, and for a while, he didn't know who was worse, himself or that guy named "Atsushi".

As a result, the first confidential task in the first two years of employment began with such nonsensical things as helping the boss track down the crush.

Even so, Tsujimura Fukatsuki was completely clueless about the mission.

She said she was a spy, but so far she has no experience of being followed or anti-stalked. What she has done in the past two years has been ordinary work, and her impression of spies even came from movies.

Create encounters?Anyway, let's start by understanding the schedule of the surveillance target.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki packed dry food and binoculars, found a place with a wide view near the Mafia building in the port, and lay in ambush for several days.

Even the number of leaves dropped from the tree at the entrance of Mafia in the port was almost counted, but I never saw the person I wanted to see.

Could it be that this person is the legendary ultimate squatting at home! ?

The first battle failed, but Tsujimura Fukatsuki was not discouraged. She decided to disguise herself and sneak into the port Mafia.

Compared with other cadres at the port Mafia, seeing Hayakawa August is actually relatively easy.

After all, as the port Mafia's foreign business window, Hayakawa August undertakes most of the business on the bright side, and it is inevitable to show his face.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki checked the information and decided to pretend to be the daughter of the boss of the Inoue Trading Company - this trading company recently had a large deal of electronic products with the port Mafia. , is really a perfect excuse.

If it was placed in the past few years, idlers like Tsujimura Fukatsuki would have been directly taken down if they could not enter the lobby. A front desk was set up, which was convenient for her to sneak in.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki touched the pistol hidden behind his waist, ready to retreat at any time.

She swaggered into the Mafia building in the port, and just about to open her mouth to speak - she was stopped by a receptionist.

The "reception lady" who stopped her had long black hair, looked harmless to humans and animals, and had a very cute voice.

"You are Miss Tsujimura that Hayakawa-san was talking about—"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki:?

Tsujimura Mizuki's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously moved her body backwards, but she hadn't had time to move.

A bright silver blade was already on her neck.

The cold blade pressed against the blood vessel, and only a little force was needed to wipe away the blood.

The "reception lady" who was standing in front of her just now came behind her at some point, and approached her ear expressionlessly.

"Next, please come upstairs with me."