Social animals don't deserve love

Ministry of the Interior.

A supernatural business department that does not exist in the eyes of the world.

"Senior Sakaguchi, this is the information you just mentioned."

The newly recruited employee dragged the cart against the wooden door of the office and knocked three times, and immediately a voice came from inside: "It's hard work, please put it on the shelf with the label of 'Shen'."

The young man struggled to drag the almost perfectly fitted cart into the room: "Is there any file that I need to take out for filing?"

A head poked out from behind the computer monitor, and the black-haired young man looked at him gently and pointed to the other shelf: "All the 'hai' labels on the shelf can be taken away, and they have been processed."

If it weren't for the support of modern electronic tools, Senior Sakaguchi would probably be completely buried by paper materials.

The newcomer was busy while distracted, and after being busy for a while, he was afraid that he would be rude if he didn't find some topics to initiate a conversation: "That... a very good movie was released recently, have you heard of it, senior?"

The protruding head has been retracted, and no one can be seen, only the voice can be heard: "Sorry, I haven't heard anything."

"Ah, it's hard to finally solve such a big incident. Senior also needs to take a good rest for a few days. Should I be able to spare time to watch a movie with my family?"

Young people are always interested in the opposite sex.Thanks to the political habits from ancient times to the present, all those who hold high positions must have been married.Although Ango Sakaguchi is young and powerful, he has a gentle personality and acts prudently. Even a newcomer dares to express curiosity about his boss.

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, the senior was probably thinking, and soon he poked his head out from behind the computer monitor again: "The movie you mentioned, what does it describe?"

"It's adapted from a pretty good reasoning book called "The Case of Discontinuous Murder". The relationship between the characters is complicated and brain-intensive."

The newcomer coded the newly delivered materials, turned around and headed to the other direction to refill the cart: "Senior, don't work too hard!"

Ango Sakaguchi never moved.

——It's not that he's overly indifferent, it's that he's incapable of doing it all.

All unnatural events caused by people with supernatural abilities in the whole country are under the jurisdiction of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. However, the Supernatural Secret Service Section is only an administrative organization, and the division of levels is also... In short, the combination of various factors directly led to the serious shortage of staff. .To be honest, people with supernatural powers often appear to be abnormal in psychology or behavior because they have powers different from ordinary people.It is hoped that these people can manage themselves in a self-disciplined manner. It may not be possible to wait for about 100 years. The work pressure of the Supernatural Secret Service Division can be imagined.

Especially here is Yokohama, where the supernatural armed group entrenched in the port dances on the bottom line of the law from time to time, coupled with various other unexpected situations, not to mention 996, even 007 can't finish solving the documents on the desk .

But Ango Sakaguchi did not regret staying in this "non-existent" department under the tutelage of Santoka Taneda.

"There is always peace in this world that we want to protect at all costs."

The young man raised his hand and pushed his glasses, his gaze shifted from the computer to the photo folder at hand.

Usually, there is only a palm-sized watercolor illustration in the photo frame of family photos-two round oranges are close together and cuddled together.

It was drawn by his wife when she curled up in the kotatsu in the winter of her first year of marriage.Although it's just two ordinary oranges, there is an inexplicably more serene and warm taste when squeezed together.

Fuxue is an ordinary person, she has no supernatural powers, and she has no means of self-protection.For the purpose of protection, he couldn't put her photo on the table majesticly, so he could only turn a corner and use "Theory of Degeneration" to reproduce the original photo through this small illustration.

In order to protect his wife, he couldn't even tell her his real work content, nor could he personally explain the reason why he never went home.Fortunately, Chuuxue is really considerate and sensible, she has always stayed at home quietly and wholeheartedly waiting for him to go back.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at his wife's silhouette painting and pursed his lips with a slight smile.In order to protect such tranquility, what is the point of giving everything?

Ah... But these past few years are indeed a bit too much. Not only did she not go home, she didn't even call her.Maybe he should follow the advice of the newcomer and buy two movie tickets, and he can only wait for the day of retirement to make up for more.

I would like to sit next to my wife and pass her brushes and paints, just sit quietly and accompany her, and I won’t feel bored after sitting for a whole day.

Thinking of this, Mr. Sakaguchi lowered his head and turned on another computer, intending to book movie tickets.

I heard that NO.14 of every month is called Valentine’s Day, so it’s better to set it at NO.14.

The "five declines of heaven and man" incident finally came to an end, the seal of the "book" was strengthened again, and the stolen paper pages have been recovered.The safety of Yokohama is preserved. The tripartite cooperation between the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, and the Supernatural Secret Service is about to enter a short "honeymoon period". Even the teacher will be discharged from the hospital and return in the next few days. He really should put down his burden and take a good rest in order to face New criminals that may appear in the future, and tests.

Hmm... Seriously, he would rather go home and face his wife's wrath than racking his brains and worrying about helping that bastard Dazai.Hearing that a new method of punishing her husband has recently come from the neighboring country, I don't know whether Fubuki will choose the keyboard or the durian shell.I hope it's the former, durian or something, it's really smelly!

The black-haired young man couldn't help but looked up at the two small oranges squeezed together in the illustration, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

The newcomer moved several times before he finished moving the documents that needed to be taken away. He tried hard to hold the door with one foot to prevent it from closing, twisted his body at an unbelievable angle and squeezed out. Finally, he left a hand and waved it in the door. Waving: "Complete! Haha, don't bother seniors anymore."

"See you."

Ango Sakaguchi answered without hesitation, and was still studying the issue of movie tickets.

Reasoning and puzzle-solving movies are just right.

Fubuki is an extremely clever woman, and they can compete to see who can guess where the murderer is hiding first.

——There is no need to use the "degenerate theory" for this. What is the best thing to do if you win or lose?He Sakaguchi Ango is definitely not a stingy man, he doesn't know what his wife wants.

Because of the thought of his family, the young assistant officer's mood index was extremely high all day long, and this good mood remained until the normal off-duty time... Of course, what does the off-duty matter have to do with him, Ango Sakaguchi?

The head of the Tiantian Mountain was on fire, and the chief executive of the department who was assassinated in the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man" incident and escaped suddenly appeared in the Supernatural Secret Service Division holding his sick body.

"Teacher, why did you come out of the hospital by yourself? Is there any emergency?"

The moment Ango Sakaguchi saw Taneda's fire, his whole body tensed up again. This gentle, handsome and gentle young man had firm eyes that didn't match his appearance.

Taneda Shantou, the chief executive of the Esoteric Secret Service Division, looked at his favorite student and didn't know how to open his mouth at all.

How hard Ango works is obvious to all.He made the profession of civil servant into a myth. In Yokohama, and even in the whole country, there is no more dedicated public servant than him.Only today, only this matter, as his teacher and superior, he felt deeply guilty and remorseful.

If there weren't so many people who are good at getting things done, if they didn't put so much work pressure on the disciples, wouldn't things have come to where they are today.

"Ango, come with me."

Zhongtian Shantouhuo raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder: "I have something to tell you." He heard himself add dryly: "It has nothing to do with work."

"What's the matter? Could it be Dazai making trouble...?"

In a daze, he followed Zhongtian Shantouhuo to the chief's office.

In at least eight out of ten reports of traces of people with supernatural powers, someone could be seen participating in it. Other than that, he couldn't think of anyone else who spared no effort to add work content to himself.

Pushing open the door, the president of the Armed Detective Agency even waited inside with his member Osamu Dazai.

Um...a headache.

what is it today?what day?Even the stomach is a bit aching.

Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses in doubt, and was dragged into the office by the teacher without any explanation: "Sit, everyone sits. Ango, you sit too."

Sitting on the chair obediently, the expressions of the three people opposite gave the young man a bad feeling: "What's going on...why?"

He means "Why is Osamu Dazai here."

When he was an undercover investigator a few years ago, he became very good friends with Osamu Dazai, a member of the Port Mafia, and Sakunosuke Oda, another member of the Port Mafia.However, a series of events later occurred that eventually led to the death of Oda Sakunosuke, and the friendship between him and Dazai Osamu was also on the verge of shattering.

The reason why he didn't turn his face completely was probably because Osamu Dazai at that time didn't have a third friend in this world who could collapse with a single shot.

Then Osamu Dazai, who withdrew from the port mafia and washed his identity, was fine and would never come to the Supernatural Secret Service to find him.

——Even if he needs help, he always writes some weird letters, or calls out informants to pass on the news. In a situation like this, he came to the door proactively, and there must be some serious big trouble.

"Ango..."

People who have always laughed heartlessly these past few years stopped laughing.Even when he was locked in the seventh prison and faced the demon Fyodor alone, the smile that did not disappear completely froze: "You..."

There was an indescribable gloom in his iris eyes, as if mourning someone.

"What's the matter? Why are everyone's expressions so heavy? Could it be that Dostoevsky is going to make a comeback so soon?"

Such a dignified atmosphere made people breathless. Ango Sakaguchi looked at his friends and then at his teacher: "Who can tell me what happened!"

Taneda Shantou sighed, and pushed a small dark purple clay pot in front of him: "Please forgive me. Sorry, I couldn't take care of your family for you."

The first thing that came to Ango Sakaguchi's mind was - didn't his mother pass away three years ago?He didn't realize it until the next second, and unconsciously pushed up the lens to activate the supernatural ability "Degenerate Theory".

Through the ability, he can see the latest events on the objects he touches, which are volunteers labeling and making memos.

"Sakaguchi Fubuki"

"..." The black-haired young man took off his glasses, and slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket.He struggled a few times before reluctantly unfolding the handkerchief to wipe the lens, putting it back on and using the ability again.

What I saw this time was a pair of hands filling the bottle with quicksand-like off-white powder.The familiar name was still on the death certificate next to her.

"Sakaguchi Fubuki"

He took off his glasses again, and Osamu Dazai came over and stopped his wrist with a few fingers that were not wrapped in the bandage: "It's ok, no need to confirm again. Ango, you... If you want to be more open, people who are still alive always To live on."

How strange that a suicidal madman who is a specialty of Yokohama would say such a thing.

"Who? Why?"

Sakaguchi Ango lowered his head, the veins on the back of his tightly clenched hands popped.

The farming chief answered him: "No one, and it was not an accident. She was sick for more than a year, and finally..." The young man took the chair upside down and walked out without listening. It was Osamu Dazai who stopped him: "Don't go."

"Don't go, Ango. She doesn't want you to see me in a mess." Osamu Dazai is very proud of the number of ex-girlfriends who can circle the coast of Kanagawa. Although he doesn't know his friend's wife well, he knows himself well enough friends.

"Fubuki is right here, isn't it?"

Finally he picked up the little jar, which was unbelievably light.

My last family member in this world is gone too.

The loneliness that he had never tasted in his life and that he had no way to dispel and escape quickly overwhelmed him like a rising tide.