Social animals don't deserve love

After only playing a few games of chess, the whole afternoon was wasted before he knew it. President Fukuzawa managed to escape from the drinking game by saying "Send the little girl home".When he got out of the building, he rolled his sleeves and walked in front, and I followed the "parents" as usual.

I don't know if I don't come out, but when I come out, I find that the shower has stopped for a long time, and only the sunset is left.The time of encountering demons is coming to an end, and everything in the world is dyed orange.As time goes by, the brightness changes from bright to dark, and the visually visible light and shadow changes perfectly transition from day to night.

"...In short, after the kidnapping case, there have been more commissions from ordinary people in the society...but recently there have been a few more assassination incidents that specifically attacked people with supernatural abilities. Innocent people on a daily basis. There is no eyewitness report on the murderer’s definite characteristics..." While walking, I had nothing to say to report on the recent work situation. Doing this kind of thing that is suspected of "fishing out of bounds".

He didn't have anything, and listened quietly for a long time, until he passed a dark alley not far from the dormitory, the president stopped in his footsteps.I leaned over and followed his line of sight to the ground.

It's blood, fresh blood, and the shape of it dripping on the ground makes me a little concerned.

"Stand back!" The back of the green shirt blocked me, and the president turned his head sideways and said, "Stay outside and be vigilant."

The bloodstains extended to the uninhabited alley, and there was only the echo of the wind blowing, which made people feel that it was not a good place to go.

"President, don't go! The shape of the blood is wrong!" Grabbing his haori sleeve, I hastened to speak quickly: "The height of the drop is more than three meters, the enemy is..."

air.

The sickle-like weapon flashed past me with a cold light, and there was no time to react.

The president raised his hand to hold the blade of the opponent's slashing knife, and the other hand grabbed my wrist and threw it out.Although the landing posture was rather embarrassing, I managed to get out of the attack range of the unknown attacker.

Although he used to be a swordsman used by the government, President Fukuzawa is now 45 years old, long past the peak age of a samurai.In the past few years, we haven't seen him bring a knife with him very much. I'm afraid he himself has the intention of calming down and withdrawing from the circle.

With the addition of me, who is useless and burdensome, the difficulty of dealing with the surprise attack soars.

He didn't turn his head to block the enemy's pursuit of me: "Don't do anything! Don't look back! Run!"

"Forgive me for not obeying this order." No longer hesitating, I summoned a blank literature book and opened it, and I wrote a string of words on it.

The triangle iron frame that fell suddenly broke and forced the attackers to retreat. In a blink of an eye, I realized why there was fresh blood on the ground: it was a trap prepared by the enemy - no one would do anything unnecessary in an ambush and assassination, and this blood is also a weapon !

He has to be forced to lower his height to eliminate the disadvantage.

I retreated from the periphery of the battle circle and found a dead corner to hide in with my back against the wall. First, I made sure not to distract the president by causing chaos, and then... the time to fight for hand speed came.As an excellent painter, dignity cannot be violated!

——I have never been so "lucky" in my life as I am today.

It seems that even the blowing wind acts according to its will, and the coordination is impeccable.

Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his head sideways and saw the hem of the skirt looming in the blind corner from the corner of his eye, and probably understood what the members had done.

Anyway, he knows how to run and hide, very smart.

"Tonight's moonlight is very suitable to meet God..."

The assailant, who was wearing a mask and wrapped in a black cloak, had a hoarse and distorted voice. He was suspended in the air and looked down at President Fukuzawa as if he was standing on the wind: "No matter how strong a martial arts master is, he can't avoid the gap of consciousness." attack from outside."

"I'll return this sentence to you!"

The aging and broken cables came from an incredible angle, and the enemies who couldn't dodge were hit from the air and entangled. At the same time, another billboard that was in disrepair also peeled off from the roof, shining directly on Fukuzawa Yukichi Hit the back of the head.

Accompanied by two loud bangs, one was a billboard that fell to the ground and was pierced by high-speed blood droplets, and the other was a man in black who was entangled in cables and could not escape.

Because of the obstacle of the billboard, the blood drop that struck from behind and continued to advance after breaking through the steel plate was narrowly dodged by the president. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the president suddenly accelerated and rushed towards this side: "Don't move!"

In an instant I knew what he was going to do, and another drop of blood hit me at a speed I couldn't even react to.If the president doesn't respond, I will die. If he reacts in time, there will only be enough time to take the damage for me.

President Fukuzawa is much taller than me. For me, the height of the middle of the throat would probably penetrate the lower side of his body-not fatal but painful enough.

Why?Why no matter the means, just to make him "seriously injured"?This is unreasonable.

Closing the "book" I took a step forward, and the words written at the beginning were all fulfilled at this moment-this is the luckiest day for Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, and he will escape all sneak attacks.

Dominated by some hidden force, the blood drop that would never make a mistake just missed, piercing through the president's sleeve and leaving a deep red spot on the concrete wall behind me.

The middle-aged man with combat experience immediately turned back and raised the "knife" to his opponent's neck. The opponent lost consciousness almost the second he touched him.

"President! Are you okay?"

The sequelae of small-scale high-frequency use of books gradually appeared, and I thought I should call in sick: I felt cold and my muscles ached, which were probably the early symptoms of influenza.

The president who confirmed that the opponent cannot recover in a short period of time stood up and looked down at the "parabolic objects" all over the ground: "Notify all the clerks to go home on vacation to avoid danger, and the investigators are assembled to stand by!"

"Yes!"

Not long ago, the Armed Detective Agency also took these measures, but at that time I was lying on the hospital bed drowsy and fell asleep the whole time.Immediately, he called Qi Luozi to give the clerks a vacation, and then contacted Mr. Kunikida to explain the situation: "The president and I were attacked outside, and everyone is fine. The invading enemy has been subdued..."

The location of the incident was not far from the detective agency, and colleagues gathered quickly.Mr. Ranpo, who hates strenuous exercise, rushed forward desperately, and obvious panic appeared on the young man's face: "President! A sudden attack by a supernatural killer?"

"That's the guy!" The others gathered around the comatose assailant.

The president looked up at the surveillance camera hanging on the corner of the wall: "Get out of here first, Yada, from now on you can't lose sight of other investigators."

Even if I try to avoid all the monitoring, I will definitely be discovered when I use the "book", but it's just a matter of time.

"Yes."

The "boot" who fell unconscious was picked up by Kenji and dragged away. The others were divided into two groups, one group was waiting to go back and chat with the loot, and the other group went deep into the alley to investigate whether there were other clues.Of course, I followed the first group of actions, and I didn't have time to buy the snacks I agreed to, so I had to save them until next time.

Back to the office and Dr. Xie Ye woke up the attacker - the original group member Hawthorne Nathaniel.

I have never met Hawthorne. I only know from the report that he was defeated by Ryunosuke Akutagawa of PortMafia and his whereabouts are unknown. This is the first time I have encountered this priest.

He lost his memory, and after careful examination, Akiko determined that it was deep hypnosis and brainwashing-this conclusion had to remind me of my good Russian friend Dostoevsky.

"Dostoevsky." Osamu Dazai, who came back from the depths of the alley, put his hands on his knees and fell back on the back: "He probably already knows the mechanism of the abilities of most people with supernatural powers in Yokohama. For example, this raid on the club Long, it was obviously carefully planned, and it was really well prepared. If Fubuki-chan wasn't there, or if another ordinary person was there, the result would not be what it is now."

"Why did you choose to attack the president? This is a very important question." I couldn't go out to buy snacks, so I dug out the last lollipop from my handbag and handed it to Mr. Ranpo who was about to explode—the last time I dared to target the president's organization The person responsible for the assassination was Mori Ogai, and this time, it took less than a month to fully fight. Is this because the Armed Detective Agency is being treated as a soft persimmon?

Even if it is no longer the old age of "the master humiliates the minister to death", we cannot bear to have someone slap the face one after another like this.It can be said that everyone in the detective agency has been rescued and sheltered by the president, and has been protected by him with all his strength until now.In the eyes of everyone in the Armed Detective Agency, the assassination of President Fukuzawa is definitely a minefield with a coffin in his hands, and it is absolutely impossible to let it go.

The investigator who kept the informant outside started to act again, the president sat quietly and said nothing, and made arrangements with the staff, only returned to the office after Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu left and came out with a knife and sat opposite me: " No matter what the enemy wants to do, the ultimate goal is you."

So you are planning to keep the custody of the book yourself?

At this moment, I'm still thinking about the question I raised before - no matter who it is, why should a target of "injury" be placed on President Fukuzawa?Putting it on A Dun is much more reliable than focusing on the president.Could it be that the opponent didn't think that the assassination would be successful, so the difficulty of the task was reduced?In other words, what he needs is the "serious injury" of the president of the Armed Detective Agency...

If the answer is the latter, let's assume that we will do something when the president is down-the conclusion is disaster.We will be angry, we will take revenge, and we will hate all suspicious people and things that appear in the sight of hostility like the worker bees of the damaged hive.

The preparatory president has not yet realized the awareness of facing the darkness and making proper compromises with the darkness, and Mr. Ranpo has not grown up in a real sense. The attack on a close relative may force them to lose their minds in anger, thus missing the possibility of immediately discovering the clues following the clues .

When the news came the next day that the leader of PortMafia was also attacked, Dazai, Mr. Ranpo and I probably understood what the other party was planning.

And Mr. Mori, who was stabbed in vain, I wish you well.