Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Shizhi, who was in a state of abnormal change, in a slightly speechless manner, and didn't take the words that seemed vaguely ridiculed and had special meanings seriously.

I don't quite understand how you girls can switch between multiple faces without stress.

Looking back, it was Shiori Inoue who looked like a lady with a pure and gentle face, and even seemed to have no fighting power.

At once……

A little at a loss.

Deep down in my heart, I couldn't help subconsciously aweing the leader of the opponent's family.

This is a warrior.

Just seeing that Osamu Dazai is able to dawdle like a fish in water in the detective agency now, but it seems to be easier than before, and occasionally he can even consciously get serious with his conscience is enough to see the strength of the other leader.

The Hong Kong and black cadres who also had a bunch of problem children under their command suddenly sighed after thinking about it.

? ?

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Shiori tilted her head, not quite understanding why the innocent young man who was suddenly "molested" by herself suddenly sighed.

This is not in line with her presupposition, she shouldn't be so proficient and cute after being teased and blushing.

Ahem, it's not that she doesn't have it, she just made a small mistake that every girl in the world can make.

But that being said, after the scene of "attempting to assassinate Mr. Mori in the name of medical treatment" with outstanding acting skills, it still took a little effort to reach the heavily guarded Hong Kong black leader.

Ozaki Koye's Yasha firmly guards the bed of the leader of the gangsters, and the woman who once tried to escape has become the most persistent barrier.

"Miss Hongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a bit of respect in front of the woman who could be regarded as his half guardian.

"Chuya, what's going on here?"

Hongye frowned as she looked at the woman who had just made a big fuss.

"There are so many gangsters in Hong Kong, it is also convenient to take advantage of loopholes. Sorry, I didn't say hello."

Shiori stepped forward, but did not approach, and stopped two meters away from Mori Ogai.

The warm orange barrier that symbolized rejection instantly shattered the symbol caused by the virus, and correspondingly, the guard in Shiori's hand was completely corrupted.

Looking at the ashes on the hand of the guard, Shiori's usual polite and gentle lips froze for a few seconds.

"Snapped--"

She clapped her hands and shook out the scattered dust as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Sen should wake up after a while. Before that, let me ask, everyone in Hong Kong should have blocked all the passages out of Hong Kong secretly."

"It's natural, the channel on the surface should have been blocked by the Ability Special Service Section."

"Then—this time, you owe me a favor. If it weren't for my ability, Mr. Zhongyuan would only be forced to fight the detective agency, and after that, he would probably be fooled by my family."

She also raised her eyebrows towards Zhong Yuan Zhong, looking quite provocative.But as Mori Ogai's coma gradually recovered, her outrageous words were enough to be tolerated by Chuya.

"How is it possible... Although that guy is the pillar of your detective agency, he really has no fighting power."

The young Hong Kong black cadre twitched the corners of his mouth, obviously relaxing a lot.

But you are often fooled by Osamu Dazai, who is a mediocre fighter...

Although I don't want to hit you, but, because you are too pure and easy to be deceived, there is a nearly [-]% possibility that it will happen to you.

Shiori's eyes wandered for a while, but she didn't say the words that she absolutely deserved.

"Ah, this time it is obviously a conspiracy against our two groups, if there is no unplanned..."

Ozaki Koye nodded, because she was not familiar with the woman in front of her, she paused for a while.

"Healing ability, probably can only follow the opponent's pace."

"Then...it's not too much for me to ask you to borrow the combat power of the ceiling, Mr. Zhongye?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head and nodded.

"can."

While Shiori was flicking Hong Kong black cadres' conversations.

the other side.

The young man somewhat similar to Shiori returned to the detective agency, carrying a huge sack on his shoulders, throwing it away, and even aroused a burst of Schrödinger's ashes.

After all this was done, he found a corner and stood still, and sent a message to his sister who had penetrated deep into the Hong Kong gangsters and didn't know how far she was inconvenient to answer the phone.

The man who was different from the information photo given by the Supernatural Secret Service Division struggled for a long time from the sack, finally found the opening of the sack, and poked his head out.

Seeing Fukuzawa Yukichi who looked like a normal person sitting outside the bag... His back was completely soaked in cold sweat in the winter.

He immediately raised his hands in surrender very sincerely, showing a flattering smile.

"I... I... I didn't do it on purpose, um, that, my companion still has some of my virus abilities, and I can remove them all. So..."

"No, I've specially 'invited' you here, not to do such meaningless things."

All the members of the detective agency, including the family members of the future members, showed similar expressions by coincidence.

True, armed black//hand//party, all villains.

There is no sense of violation and.

What's more worth mentioning is that the Kurosaki family also joined the ranks without any sense of disobedience.

Not a family, not into a family series.

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# # #

Under the unprecedented synchronization of the two parties, Shiori aroused the black lizard and the gravity user in Hong Kong without any psychological pressure.Also in a relatively hidden ravine, another member of the House of Death, Ivan, was caught.

"The devil is not here."

Through the radio wave transmission, Nakahara Chuya stepped on the young man with long hair with a distorted smile on his face, asking questions and answering questions.

Inexplicably, he felt that this familiar questioning scene was annoying.

Especially the moment when he said frantically and lightly that the "master" was never there, it made Gravitationist feel like he was being played by someone.

But no one can be blamed for such an action. Miss Shiori's judgment can be said to be rigorous and cautious, otherwise he would not have followed suit without hesitation.

Sure enough, that mouse was similar to Osamu Dazai to some extent, and the thinking circuit in his brain was different from that of normal people, and he did not know how many turns he had turned.

However... what made him... more...

He always felt as if he was being played by someone.

"I know."

The voice from the opposite side of the infinite communication device was somewhat apologetic.

This is nothing, after all, no one would have thought that Fyodor Dostoyevsky would not play his cards according to the routine from the very beginning.

However, the "oh" at the end of this sentence is unusually spiritual.

"I see, Mr. Nakahara."

The opposite party immediately faked a few coughs, changed his tone, and made a serious social rhetoric.

"It doesn't matter, thank you for your hard work, because I still have a back hand. If you exclude there, I will be able to determine the exact location of the opponent this time."

"I'm really sorry to bother you this time. If you want to take it back, I don't have any objection to that one over there. The reserve of supernatural power users in Hong Kong is not very rich, right?"

Chuya Nakahara: But we don’t collect garbage either... let alone garbage that looks like it’s out of its wits.

There is indeed only one person with supernatural ability within the sensing range over there, the reason why I don't go there...

It's not because he was afraid of trouble and gave up the biggest boss, but because of some personal reasons.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

She walked quickly along the edge of the commercial street, and stood in front of a coffee shop, covering her mouth.

She would not admit that the place where Hong Kong and Hei were allowed to run errands was just a place she was going to use as a feint or simply give up.

The only thing that makes her inseparable is that Mr. Ivan's voice is a little bit similar to her family's Sanriyue, so...

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Cats are known to possess a strong curiosity.

For an extremely small goal, even less reward than the final harvest can be accepted.

In other words, money can't buy meow happiness.

Sure enough, even if it wasn't the three-stage laughter of "hahaha", it would have a different kind of magic if it was replaced with "hehehehehehe".

Wearing headphones with excellent radio reception, she pressed the record button.

Huh——she didn't want to collect stamps because she had never heard her San Riyue call her in such an idiotic voice.

That would destroy Grandpa's image in her mind too much, at most it would be used as a prank prop.

As for how she knew that Ivan G's voice was familiar——the colorless king's dreaming skills endowed by the slate, in addition to being very convenient to dream and flirt with her boyfriend, it is also very convenient to find someone.

And except for some abnormal monsters, most people are more sincere and real in their dreams than in reality.

The lack of pain will actually cause a sense of "psychopathy", the existence of being able to be brainwashed, and the mental barrier has never been difficult.

And she purposely bypassed the Supernatural Secret Service Section, throwing off the help of Hong Kong gangsters.

Naturally.

In the coffee shop, the rigorous and steady tunes of Bach are fluttering, the Russian man in the white velvet cap is sitting on the chair, and there is a cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He clicked on the earphones, and a disinterested smile appeared on the corners of his lips. After a while, he flipped through the menu in the coffee shop, as if he was looking for a suitable dessert for tea.

"gentlemen."

"Excuse me a little bit, can I take up some of your time?"

The clear female voice has a bit of official dignity, but the girl in the white coat doesn't look like an official official at all.

Tosi opened his eyes wide in shock.

According to his original plan, it was not impossible to be discovered or caught, but... At the moment when Ivan didn't send any news, no matter who appeared in front of him or the timing.

All unexpectedly fast.

Of course, it's equally enjoyable.

He raised the corners of his lips, showed a gentleman's elegant smile, and nodded to her.

"Sir, does it look like a foreigner? In this weather, you wear a cloak and a hat in the air conditioner. Wouldn't it be cold to go out? You don't look well..."

The other party's eyes glanced at him very cryptically, and paused for less than a second at the same position as the wound of a lover who died in love, and then withdrew his eyes clearly.

Put on a look that makes Tuosi a little upset, but unable to complain.

That kind of hesitant to speak, but also with a sincere apology and trying to maintain a stable and normal attitude.

It's really a speed that ordinary people can't perceive at all, and his current attitude is also gentle and elegant.

In addition to the behavior of suddenly approaching to strike up a conversation, it seems a little rude, but the lively and polite tone also has a worried attitude, and the white coat on the outside also gives others enough room for imagination.

But actually.

【It's so pitiful, it's because of this reason that Mr. Dazai was stabbed in the kidney. 】

[Tut tsk tsk. 】

[Russians don't order birdie vodka, it must be because of their health problems. 】

……

For the first time in his life, Tuo Si disliked his brain that knew too much about associations.

Why can it perfectly restore the thoughts in the other party's mind?

Chapter 104 When Fyodor Dostoevsky opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an unknown small room.

There are wooden structures all around, and there are no special tools around. You can hear the sound of fine grass clippings rubbing, the light is dim, and the smell in the air is slightly turbid.

"Cough cough..."

Delicate and weak, the sick and weak Tuo coughed a few times unexpectedly, and following the movement from his side, he could clearly hear the sound of horseshoes (?) not far away.

Yokohama doesn't seem to have a racecourse, does it?

Tuo Si, who realized something a little, looked around, thankfully at least the room was generally old but clean, and there was no strange smell.

Instead, there is a light herbal aroma.

The moment he frowned and propped himself up, the light and elegant herbal smells suddenly mixed with each other.

So where is he now?

Thinking of this, there seemed to be some kind of overly pungent smell floating in the air again.

"Cough cough cough..."

The time fell to half an hour ago, the coffee shop.

Shiori calmed down a lot after passionately turning to the Russian in front of her with a righteous ambiguity.

She stepped forward and pulled the seat away.

"you do not mind?"

That's what he said, but before the other party answered, he had already sat on it, obviously he was just going through a process to ask.

"Of course, please."

The young man looked out. It was still winter in Yokohama in January, but the sky was clear, the roads were full of people, and it was peaceful and ordinary.

He clicked on the earphones covered by his hair, as if pressing some button, he still spread his hands in a gentlemanly manner.

"Want something to drink?"

"One cup of coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, one spoonful of milk, and one more souffle, put it in his account, thank you."

Shiori opened the first page of the menu, ordering in a timely manner, showing the intention of long-term communication.

"Mr. Rice Ball, would you like to try this dessert? It tastes great."

"Miss Shiori looks really tough, but what does that nickname mean?"

rice balls...

The woman looked up and blinked in confusion.

"Isn't it a bit bad to order rice balls in a coffee shop? I feel that the style of painting is not right, forget it."

Whispering, she took out her mobile phone and seemed to open the search page, fiddled with it for a while, then suddenly raised her mobile phone and took a photo of him.

After more than ten seconds, put the two photos together.

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Excitedly, she raised the mobile phone screen in front of the young man, and accidentally bumped into the young man's glove because she moved so fast.

After being dazed for a few seconds, she subconsciously glanced around, and then pushed the table hard with her hands, seemingly unintentionally.

The wooden table top was pressed against Tuosi's abdomen in a thin layer, and he was bumped unexpectedly, causing him to "hiss" involuntarily in pain.

"Ah, sorry."

I don't know what she is apologizing for.

So why is your verbal persecution not enough, and you are still so proficient in persecution now.

Because it was a weekday when work had just resumed, and at this time, there were not too many people in the coffee shop, and the tea and snacks Shiori ordered were delivered quickly.

Since the tea and snacks were served, she rarely paid attention to the young man in front of her.

The two of them seemed to be doing their own thing, always mentioning a few words unintentionally, playing a few witty words.

"Are the people from the Ability Secret Service Section on their way? Miss is so confident in trapping me?"

"What are you talking about? I just happened to come here to have a cup of coffee. The dim sum in this shop is very special to my taste. If you check my information carefully, you will find that I am a regular customer here."

"I thought Miss Shiori would hate me."

The young man in front of him obviously collected part of the information, but he didn't go too deep into it. On the surface, Shiori Inoue did appear to be a character that didn't need too much attention.

A young lady with a romantic brain, probably has some ability, but she is easily impulsive when encountering the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

Just look at the obviously retaliatory push just now.

It even seems a little childish.

"Am I acting like I like you?"

She raised her eyebrows and sneered.

"Excuse me, miss, I have something to do..."

Unable to figure out the purpose of the girl in front of him, for about 10 minutes, Tosi heard Bach's Matthew Passion from the opposite side, and stood up calmly.

"I won't stop you, please—"

She didn't even lift her eyelids, she was still stirring her teacup with a small silver spoon.

"pat-"

"As long as you can walk out by yourself."

"I just said, sir, that you don't look well."

Shiori calmly swallowed the last mouthful of soufflé in front of her.He waved his hand at the waiter who heard the voice and came to help, and took out his doctor's card from his white coat.

"I borrowed Pushkin's virus ability, ah, of course I added a little bit of my own ideas..."

It's pretty easy to use.

However, it really takes a certain amount of time for viruses that are transmitted purely by contact and gas to spread, unlike blood, which is fast and convenient.

"Anyway, I'm wearing a white coat, so I can be considered a doctor."

"Also, since I don't know your supernatural ability, I will be very careful not to touch you."

In his own way, return his body.

Not too much.

Entering the dream can not only lock the position of the other party, but also sneak into the superficial spiritual realm. The level of deep-rooted brainwashing cannot be achieved, but a little guidance is still easy.

For example, if the concept of time is blurred, then accidentally causing a small accident that the signal is sent half an hour late.

Obviously also reasonable.

Being caught by the Supernatural Secret Service was also within the scope of Dostoevsky's multiple alternative plans, so he could drink tea and chat with her without haste.

But, who told you that you are going to be handed over to the Supernatural Secret Service?

As we all know, underground Tufuzi will only hand over "antiques" to the state for the purpose of passing the trial.

The cat, on the other hand, will reluctantly agree to exchange another small gift for the bad mouse only after he has finished tossing with his own hands.

(Magical metaphor added again)

# # #

Honmaru is located at the junction of time and space, and there is basically no other way to go directly to Honmaru except for the permission of Shiori, who is a god judge.

Shiori picked up the emaciated young man in the same posture as her elder brother, and threw him into the small black room next to the cleaned stable.

There is Tsurumaru's "secret base", and it is also a place where pharmaceutical research occasionally studies drugs.

The most important thing is that this is - Natsuo Toshiro's favorite place to play. (stress)

After throwing people there, she looked like a normal person and called out all the knives in the pill that were good at making trouble, and even called back a certain knife who likes to tinker with cameras, and she thoughtfully gave one as a gift. camera.

Then I went to Wanwu as if nothing had happened, and bought Miss Mustard Seed brought by Mr. Ghost Lantern as the ingredients for the Hell Pot that Mr. Ghost Lantern taught her.

"Tsuramaru—"

She held up a spoon that had been marinated and almost melted in the soup of hell, and smiled with eight teeth exposed.

"Give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"Let me tell you, use your brain. Well, it's not that you look down on everyone. The other party is indeed faster than us. So, don't give him a chance to open his mouth."

Honmaru's number one troublemaker nodded knowingly.

Natsuo Toshiro raised a lively and cheerful smile and collected a bunch of balls.

Yaoyan pushed the glasses, and said with embarrassment that he did have some medicines that had just been finished and had not been tried.

……

"Are we going to be in charge of taking pictures?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki touched the latest camera that he just got, his eyes sparkled.

"How about some big//cannons for me too?"

Don't stop the persecution.

Shiori, who returned to the present world with a refreshed face, met Ango Sakaguchi of the Supernatural Secret Service Division for the first time.

What?You said the devil is missing?

oh.Isn't that good news?

What?You said that there were eyewitnesses who saw Dostoevsky being helped into an ambulance by a young orange-haired woman in a white coat?

oh no thanks.If you have a good citizen pennant, please send it directly to the detective agency.

If it weren't for the fact that Ango Sakaguchi's own supernatural ability is suitable for inquiring about information, and he knows another old friend who is good at talking nonsense with his eyes open, he would have been confused by that categorical attitude.

"Mr. Ango, you look like you have dark circles under your eyes. Don't you really need to go back to sleep?"

Shiori held up the coffee in his hand, and unconsciously beckoned to help him order another cup of clear coffee, looking over with some worry.

"Thank you, I'm still working overtime. So, Miss Shiori, please give me a little consideration for the civil servant whose hair is about to fall out."

Adhering to the principle of "If you don't go to work, you don't have to go to work, if you don't go to bed, you don't have to get up", the young people push their glasses, still in a business-like manner.

"Do not."

Shiori still held the cup handle with a smile.

"Ahem, Miss Shiori..."

"At least not now. In a few days, when I have had enough fun, you can think about what to exchange with me."

The tone is casual, and the waywardness mixed with it is also obvious.

Damn it, according to the data, Ms. Inoue Shiori is full of mysteries. Although she is full of mysteries, her danger level on the registration list of the Supernatural Secret Service Division is not very high.

Part of it is because of her understanding, gentle and caring personality.

Now it seems that empathy exists, but where is the gentleness and consideration?

Seeing that he seemed to want to say something, Shiori suddenly gathered a small ice-edged sword wrapped in chains in his hand.

What followed was the exclamation and reminders from the colleague in charge of communication.

"The king's..."

"I will take good care of him, and he will be absolutely complete when he returns. However, he almost hurt my important family, so..."

The relaxed and lazy smile on the woman's face receded, and the pressure belonging to the superior seemed to turn into a biting cold and penetrate into the bones of the person.

"Maybe you know that the king of the red group is my high school deskmate?"

"My deviation is not high, but I have a good relationship with my deskmate. Should I invite him to Yokohama for a while?"

"Forget it, that...you just have to be happy..."

"Thank you, Mr. Ango. To be honest, drinking too much coffee is not good for your health. I'd better go to sleep for a while."

After the humble civil servant met the other party's conditions, Shiori immediately became gentle and considerate.

Ango Sakaguchi rubbed his temples sleepily.

What kind of state is the culprit who caused a lot of things to care about him not sleeping.

Sure enough, people from the detective agency, including Osamu Dazai!

They are all his nemesis!

Go back... and write another report.

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