Social animals don't deserve love

"stare--"

Jinghua stared at the PortMafia officials vigilantly, and saw that the orange-haired youth rolled up his sleeves and sat cross-legged after being invited: "Sister Hongye, your subordinates said that they encountered the supervision team of the Financial Services Department, is it troublesome?"

It’s a bit awkward to say the least, but as long as you pretend that you’re not awkward, then it’s someone else who is awkward—the carefree young man took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, trying to find something to talk about.

"Ah, no, there's no trouble, I was persuaded to leave by Ms. Fubuki."

Koye Ozaki was surprised to find the joy hidden in the heart of this big boy she had raised, and it was rare to see him so happy in the past few years.

Although this Ome married someone else back then, isn’t she now single again? If the Armed Detective Agency can maintain the current cooperation with PortMafia, maybe Ogai-sama will be happy to see it happen?

But she also knew that the difference in position between the detective agency and PortMafia would always exist, just like the two nightshades.

[Yasha Baixue] is still pure and flawless, without any blood or sin.And at this age, she was already surrounded and swallowed by darkness.

He raised his eyelids and looked sideways at the woman in a white dress with a gentle smile. Perhaps the world has not been destroyed because there are always such naive guys who make people laugh but are not annoying.

The atmosphere became strange again, and Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't feel comfortable turning his shoulders and tugging at his hat, making small movements, like a little boy who couldn't understand his homework and felt uncomfortable: "It's fine, that... Sister Chuuxue?"

"I'm working, assisting the investigation of the supervisory team of the Financial Services Agency, have you forgotten my occupation?"

She looked away from the girl beside her, her moist eyes were like innocent deer in the forest.

Zhong Yuanzhong unconsciously changed to sitting upright, and coughed twice: "Of course I didn't forget... What's going on with those guys, let you do such a dangerous thing!"

Fubuki Yada turned her face away and snickered, and Izumi Kyouka next to her complained expressionlessly: "The danger that Fubuki-san encountered happened to be a traitor who escaped from PortMafia."

"..." If someone else spoke like this, I'm afraid they would be crushed into small pancakes by gravity in the next second, but Zhong Yuan Zhong also had nothing to do with Quan Jinghua, who told the other party to be more favored by the big sister than himself.

She is so cute at such a young age!

Well, it is truly remarkable.

He pulled off the brim of his hat and looked out of the window with staggered eyes, full of desire to cover up: "Hmph, I don't care about children."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and stuffed a red bean stuffed fruit into his mouth and took a bite—shut up your mouth and don't speak, so you won't feel embarrassed for saying the wrong thing.

Silence enveloped the Japanese room again, and no one spoke.Sencha boiling water gurgles on the small clay stove, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, mixed with the midsummer sunshine outside the window, it is a rare peace and tranquility.The koi in the pond in front of the court jumped out of the water and fell back, and the startled deer knocked on the white stone, shaking off sleepiness.The heavy eyelids suddenly revived, and were comforted by this leisure.

Not to mention the past few years in PortMafia, even before that, he rarely had such relaxing memories.At this moment, I don't want to say anything, I just want to lazily lean on the table and sip tea.

It would be nice to have a few drinks.

The tea party did not come to an end until the heat dissipated and the guests of PortMafia had to go back to the darkness.Jinghua and I saw them off at the gate of Jutang, walking in the other direction with our backs turned.

"Fubuki-san, unlike Mr. Kunikida, she neither hates nor is afraid of PortMafia." Kyoka walked on the road and looked at me sideways, her expression was not obvious but she could see the doubt in her big eyes.I laughed: "Why hate and be afraid of them?"

——"It can't be said that I don't hate it, for example, Mr. Sen, he is quite annoying."

The arc of the smile widened a bit, and I walked towards the detective agency through the intersection, and I stopped when I walked downstairs: "I don't hate or be afraid because of sympathy, sympathy for them who can't help themselves, sympathy for them walking on a road of no return and can't turn back. It's like Chuya, my father really treats him like a son, and I worry about him because of the feelings between family members. Is it strange that an ordinary weak person like me sympathizes with and worries about the strong?"

"But... I am very worried about what to do when the karma comes. Violence can solve many problems, but it is not the best way."

The smile disappeared and I sighed for no reason, took a deep breath, and raised my hand to rub Jinghua's hair: "So, some bottom lines cannot be easily broken anyway. Once broken, the value will become ambiguous, and it is difficult to return to the original appearance .”

"Well, I know, I won't worry you, Sister Chuuxue." The little girl nodded obediently, so caring that it made people's chest go soft.

"Okay, don't think about that, go back to the office and turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot!"

The weather is too hot, and no one wants to go out unless they can.Pushing open the door of the office, looking up, I saw Osamu Dazai completely melted on the reception sofa and spread out into a sandy color. Other colleagues lay on their seats and thanked the air conditioner for giving them a second life.Only Mr. Kunikida can still work while sitting upright.

Asking Jinghua to sit on the seat first, I turned and went downstairs to find the owner of the whirlpool coffee shop and packed a dozen iced drinks to take with me. Messed up a lot of furniture and hurt the boss's hand, which is perfect for making coffee... Colleagues went to have a friendly exchange with the wandering criminals, while I stayed in the office to collect the criminal evidence of the other party into a report and submit it to the police department In a few days, pick an auspicious day and send them to prison.

"Iced coffee and iced milk tea, who wants it?"

Returning to the office with a big plastic bag, the plastic bag in my hand was empty after a "howl of wolves".

"Ah... Finally alive... Thank you."

Akiko put her face on the outside of the milk tea cup, looked at the sun outside and exhaled: "It's really hot this year."

"That's right, the folks in my hometown also said the same when they sent their special products. Some remote rivers have run out of water."

Kenji held the ice milk curiously dangling to see the ice cubes floating up and down.Mr. Ranpo also held the iced milk, opened it and took a sip, indicating that he should change to frozen carbonated soda next time.

I went back to my seat and turned on the computer to write the report, and occasionally chatted with the colleagues sitting next to me.

Soon after work, A-Dun, Kenji, and Kyung-hwa ran out to buy ingredients for dinner. I cleared the table and held Socrates in my arms. I met Mr. Fukuzawa in front of the elevator door who was about to go for a walk to cool off.

"President!" The middle-aged man frowned and walked down the stairs after saluting and stepping back. Halfway there, he remembered something and looked up at me: "Yeah."

"Yes, you... What's bothering you?"

Otherwise, I wouldn't react half a beat slower than usual, and I wouldn't even look at my cat enviously.The president put his hands in the sleeves of Haori, hesitated for a while, finally made a decision and said: "Yada, if..."

He seemed to be thinking about how to phrase it, and tilted his head for more than ten seconds: "If Dazai apologized to you and pleaded for Mr. Sakaguchi... No, that's different. It's okay, you can get off work."

I knew right away what he was having a headache with.

The chief farming chief who was about to retire was really full and ran to harass his wife, probably because he didn't get any good looks, so he shamelessly pinned his hopes on his old friend and asked him to mediate.

No, even if you just stop someone from the road, it's more reliable than asking President Fukuzawa to do it?

Our president doesn't say anything else, just sit there and give a cold glance, what kind of atmosphere can there be, Chief Farmer, are you planning to coax your wife back or are you planning to be completely listed as a refusal account!

Giving up on the idea of ​​taking the elevator, I walked down the stairs and followed the president to the first floor: "I will be angry. I mean, if Dazai speaks for Ango indiscriminately, I will definitely be angry with both of them, and neither of them can escape .”

"This is not a situation where external forces must intervene to forcibly stop violence. The cause and effect are clear and there is nothing to refute. It is not a matter of forgiveness or not at all."

The president watched silently for a while, then opened the door of the hall and motioned for me to follow.

Would like to hear more about it - that's what it means.

Walking one after the other on the sidewalk at dusk, I walked one step behind and explained my thoughts to him.

"When I first divorced Ango, I also met many kind people who asked for comfort. The most I heard were 'Forgive him' or 'Husband and wife are also a rare fate, just talk about it and don't act impulsively', which made me feel a lot of idleness. "

It is a humble human nature to hope that good things will have a happy ending. Although I am troubled by the so-called persuasion, I can still understand their starting point.

——But understanding does not mean approval, nor does it mean that I will not be angry. No one can feel the pain for me because the shoes on my feet are not suitable. Only I can bear the suffering.

"Even if it's been so long now, if someone still persuades me to 'forgive' again, I will definitely get angry at him. Don't I know the nature of work and the level of secrecy of the Supernatural Secret Service? Of course I do. Even if I didn't know in the past, Now I know it clearly. President, people don’t use each other’s work as a reference when they get married, and most of them don’t when they get divorced.”

"It was only because that person made me despair that I wanted to leave. It was a calm decision based on understanding and forgiveness. Those who intervene rashly will inevitably be biased. mess up again."

He listened carefully from the beginning to the end, and nodded at the end: "It makes sense. I don't understand women's thoughts very well, it's just because of my old friend's entrustment. Listening to what you say, it really is better not to meddle in other people's family affairs."

Going forward and crossing a road, I arrived at the door of the dormitory 5 minutes after turning the corner. The president didn't say anything, but walked in front to lead the way silently, and sent me to the door of the apartment: "Thank you."

"You are very kind."