Social animals don't deserve love

It is not a pleasant thing to go to the intelligence organization to conduct internal purges.

There will always be undercover agents from various forces inside PortMafia, which is normal.Just like PortMafia will also place people in other organizations, it is a basic respect for peers.Even government agencies frequently dispatch "infiltrated investigators" to monitor "dangerous movements" of "dangerous organizations".

To be honest, Yokohama is such a big place, it’s a concession area and it’s occupied by foreign troops, the government’s power is shameless, and it’s thrown on the ground to kowtow to Dad, so civil organizations are still bloody and have extraterritoriality foreigners gesture fists.

That's why this series of various hilltops has been tolerated until today.There is no army, no self-defense force, and it is all managed by other countries. If it weren't for these local violent gangs to support the facade...

Therefore, regarding the undercover agents, the new leader has always held the attitude of "garbage recycling" and allowed them to inquire about some innocuous little information, and turned around and tried his best to squeeze these people into overloaded labor.The specific affairs are all in the hands of Ozaki Hongye. After the sunken garden on the lower floor was banned, the intelligence department returned to normal, and this naturally became the top priority.

Confidential secretary Yada Fuyuki suddenly came with the "Silver Oracle" and asked to borrow the list, and another cadre would have to use a knife or a gun.

"Danger list?"

The two girls looked at each other, Hongye raised her hand to ask her cronies to leave and guard the door, and pulled out a note from the undergarment: "Here."

Fuxue didn't move: "It's not this, he supported these people when he was full. I'm afraid it's the ancestors, in order to let them 'die in line' in the ensuing turmoil."

Only in this way can the logic be explained clearly. As for where the "turmoil" comes from, she has some bad guesses.

"Oh, those, here." The intelligence cadre took out a piece of empty note, and wrote a long list of names on it with a pen: "You can go to the reference room to check the specific content, and you can't take it out."

"Understood." The confidential secretary picked up the letterhead and walked to the archives room: "What is Mr. Lantang's mission today?"

"I remember going to the port to pick up a batch of goods. What's the matter?" Koye Ozaki was a little nervous, for fear that his friend would encounter what he had encountered before.Fubuki Yada laughed: "It's okay, at the port, there are so many members following, no accidents will happen. I just don't like staying at home by myself, so don't laugh at me."

"I'll visit you in the treatment room when I have the chance." After a while, Koyo Ozaki found the voice, and the other person had already gone away.

In the morning of the next day, Yada Fubuki's list had been handed over to Mori Ogai. Rando came back from the outside. It is said that he met the Takase Club who came to rob things at the port, and he was injured by a mercenary who could manipulate lightning. arm.

The air conditioner in the treatment room was turned on to the highest temperature. Even so, the long-haired man who took off his shirt was still shivering from the cold: "It's so cold, I think I'm about to freeze to death."

The doctor's coat was too hot to wear, and the girl who had to take off only a short-sleeved dress carefully cleaned his wound: "Does it still hurt?"

"Fortunately, it's just cold." His expression of wanting to shrink into the quilt of the hospital bed made her unable to resist poking his strong muscles: "Is it really that cold?"

"real!"

fake.

In other words, he was not as cold physically as he appeared psychologically.

"I will be 17 soon, Mr. Lan Tang." The tweezers held a cotton ball to wipe the surface of the wound, and the damaged tissue was washed away, and then only the medicine was applied without bandaging.

He wasn't seriously hurt, but there were some burns on the wound.

Burns... electric shocks do leave similar marks, but only similar.

The long-haired man trembled and expressed his doubts in a nasal voice: "Huh?"

The girl gave him good medicine, packed up his tools and approached him with a shirt, and gently pressed it against his back: "Mr. Lan Tang, I will be pregnant next year, and I will grow up soon. You said that you will not leave me ,Is it right?"

The man chuckled and looked sideways at her: "Yes, I promised that I would not leave my little pearl."

The delicate skin was attached to his body through a thin layer of dress, with two snow-white arms resting on his shoulders, the girl lightly touched the man's cheek: "A liar must swallow a thousand needles!"

"Afraid that I will renege on my promise?" He realized something, he held her arm tightly and pulled the girl into his arms lightly, his bright brown melancholy eyes occupied all her sight: "Do you want me to fulfill part of the promise in advance?"

"I don't feel safe." She raised her head meekly, with fire and madness hidden deep in her eyes.

Warm and soft prints were on the lips, the white curtains were blown by the hot air from the air conditioner, the chair was knocked to the ground by the person who got up hastily, and a row of glassware was knocked down.He swept away the clutter on the desk and placed her on it to sit, the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to make ripples from a fan that would make her mouth dry.

"You will regret it." Let her look down at him condescendingly, the man looked up at the girl with an almost pious gaze: "You will definitely regret it in the future, even if..."

She seemed to have made up her mind and slammed into his lips in a random manner. At this moment, the door of the treatment room was pushed open, and after the silence, the black-haired boy sneered: "Oh? It seems that I didn't come here at the wrong time." when?"

"I can't help it. Treating the wounded is more important than anything else, right!" He walked a few steps closer, bent down and lifted the chair that fell on the ground, and sat on it with his feet up: "Hurry up, Mr. Sen is still waiting for me. Yes, Mr. Lan Tang, Boss wants you to go to the office now, a short-legged puppy is waiting to enter the cage."

Lan Tang buried his head in the girl's arms and hugged her, let go of his hands, picked up the shirt that also fell on the ground, put it on, and took off the top from the hanger to put it on one by one: "Got it, let's go."

"Chuixue, I won't go home these days, thank you for your hard work." Before leaving, he left this sentence: "Next time I will accompany you to the opera."

There will be no next time, liar.

She stood with her head down in the treatment room, letting the curtains blown by the hot wind brush over her head one after another.

Lan Tang left, and the treatment room fell into dead silence.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the chair that Lantang sat in just now with a frivolous and careless smile, one leg pressed against the other, his toes swaying triumphantly.

"Are you angry? It's really not intentional this time. I just came back from the outside and was severely beaten. Look!"

There are still bloodstains on the forehead that have not been wiped off after drying up, and the left arm is hanging down unnaturally. It is indeed a tattered and unlucky look.

Yada Fubuki didn't make a sound, took a deep breath, squatted down and picked up the sundries on the ground one by one, and threw away the unusable ones, then turned around: "Take off your coat and sit down, pull up your sleeves for me to see Look at the wound."

The black-haired boy lazily spread his arms: "I'm injured, it's inconvenient, you can take it off for me."

He smacked his lips as if reminiscing about something: "It's like you help Mr. Lan Tang take off his coat. As long as Mr. Sen orders, you will definitely obey, right? Whether it is the ancestors or Lan Tang, or I... Any man will do?"

This kind of naked humiliation is too much.

Without such a quick reaction, she quickly turned around and slapped the boy on the cheek, and then picked up a cotton ball and pressed it hard on his rapidly red and swollen face like nothing happened: "It's a pity to have a mouth." .”

He chuckled a few times: "I thought you would give me a knife like Mr. Sen?"

"I can give you several knives when you lie on the autopsy table." She rudely grabbed his sleeve and pulled off his black coat, which was covered in blood and dust: "Sit on the stool."

Dazai Osamu's whole body, the most serious injury was neither on the right forehead nor on the left arm, but the slap in the face - someone had already kicked him on the left cheek before that, even though Yada Fubuki didn't use much force, It's kind of scary right now.

She went to the refrigerator and opened it, and skillfully took out a frozen ice pack from it and slapped it on his swollen left face, and then proceeded to debride and bandage other wounds.If Osamu Dazai hadn't struggled several times in the middle, it would have taken less than 10 minutes to fix his arm, and it took nearly an hour to get it right in the end.

Dazai stole three x-ray strips from the equipment room and hid them in the coat with lead plates, and she took them away as if she didn't see them.

Disposing of medical waste, filling out bills of materials, and waiting for the girl to fully restore the treatment room, the phone rang.

"Little Fubuki, Dazai is out busy. I need someone to buy a piece of cake for Alice. Can I trouble you? Mr. Hirotsu has other things to do too!"

Mori Ogai's voice came out, and she didn't say much, only one sentence: "The name and type of the cake shop."

"Ah, okay, the bakery at the intersection of xx street and xx street, I want mango mousse and strawberry mousse, and if there are blueberries, I'll do that for now."

The other party quickly hung up the phone, and the girl took her mobile wallet and went directly to the underground garage—she had the right to call the vehicle.

Regardless of whether you have a driver's license or not, there is no one in PortMafia who can't drive a car anyway.

She personally delivered the three cakes designated by Mori Ogai to the chief's office. She happened to see a not-so-tall orange-haired boy at the other end of the corridor arguing with Dazai, the sound was so loud that it almost knocked down the roof.

The cake box in her hand almost fell to the ground, and the girl collapsed on the shadowed wall as if she lost her strength.

She knew what was going on.

"Huh? What are you doing here, Little Fubuki?" The black coat stopped in front of her, and her big hand lifted her chin through the glove: "It seems that there is something uncomfortable? Do you need Uncle Sen to check it for you?"

The middle-aged Mori Ogai smiled and cast almost pity eyes: "My poor little Fubuki, didn't Uncle Mori tell you when you first entered PortMafia, women can't be stupid, I hope you don't commit the crime That unforgivable mistake."

"He's going to die, isn't he?" She straightened her back slowly, not crying in front of this man.Sen Ou looked slightly surprised: "Isn't this very smart!"

"I'll ask you one last time, is there anything unusual?"

There was not even a guard in the corridor, and Alice was nowhere to be seen, or Mori Ogai hadn't summoned her.

The girl took a deep breath: "With my ability, I didn't find any abnormalities. He is a professional spy."

"That's it, I can barely forgive you. Go to the first floor and get fifty lashes." He let go of his hands indifferently and gave the order. There was no light in the girl's beautiful eyes, and they were foggy. She seemed to be looking at something, and seemed to be He didn't look at anything: "Uncle Sen, can I go and pack him up for burial?"

"Oh," Mori Ogai's tone was playful and contemptuous: "If you can go, of course I have no objection. That's your job, isn't it."

"Please, Uncle Mori." There was almost no ups and downs in her voice, and Mori Ogai was satisfied: "Hey, who taught you to be my favorite daughter? Well, I allow you."

The leader stopped before walking back to the office: "I promise this is the last time, Fubuki, there will be no next time, keep an eye on Osamu Dazai and another newcomer who is about to join us for me. If you make the same mistake again, you can Consider whether to be buried next to Xiandai or Lantang."

The carved wooden door was gently closed, and she took the box containing three snacks and went to receive the punishment first.Returning to the so-called "home" with injuries all over her body, she ate all the fishy-smelling cakes one bite at a time with red eyes, the girl hid the documents left by Lan Tang, and found out from his wardrobe With a gun on his body.

He didn't need this in the first place, Mr. Lantang's true strength was far stronger than what he showed.

With what kind of mentality did he smile and tell her those promises that could never be fulfilled?

Is there any important thing in the past memory that he can't let go of more than the living self who has been with him for nearly a year?

She leaned against the bed, then slipped and fell to the ground and sat on the thick carpet—this was the first time when Lan Tang said that the winter was so cold that it was unbearable, and the two of them went out to buy together.It was a rare opportunity to go shopping, and they bought a lot of fluffy and warm looking home textiles, almost all of which were used in the men's bedrooms.

The safety was pulled, and the girl pressed the muzzle of the gun between her eyebrows, her fingers trembling violently as if she was struggling in her heart at this moment.

Enough is enough, this kind of life is really enough.She didn't want to wander from one man to another again, it seemed as if she would never get there.So tired... Really tired, physically and mentally exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted.

She didn't want to endure it any longer, and it would be a relief if everything could end like this.

The strength of the stiff fingers gradually increased, and nothing happened after a crisp "click".

Magazine... empty?

Lantang knows!He knows that if he dies, Mori Ogai will definitely send her to the next target again, and the girl who has reached the limit of endurance can only find a gun from his arsenal to end her life, so, there is no bullet.

Fubuki Yada got up from the carpet with hands and feet, the blood oozing from the wound stained the carpet mottled, she completely opened his wardrobe, turned all the weapons in his collection on the ground, and opened it like a half bullet... There is no shadow.

She knelt and sat on the carpet in a daze for a long time, slowly shrunk into a ball and covered her face with her hands, her laughter mixed with her tears grew louder.

All liars.

Two days later, at the dock by the sea, Chuya Nakahara defeated Lan Tang whose supernatural ability was eliminated by Osamu Dazai.

No, his name is not Lan Tang.

Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud, a supernatural power user of the European Intelligence Agency.

The pale golden subspace shattered like water mist, and the girl who had been locked outside for a long time was finally able to break through the door, her black hair slid across a beautiful arc, and the setting sun shone on her body, reflecting the holy light of a church statue.

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't see clearly either, he missed the familiar face in front of him for a moment, and rushed towards the long-haired man who had just stopped breathing on the ground.

"Mr. Lan Tang!"

She didn't care about being cut by the gravel all over the floor, she didn't care about the dust on the corners of her white skirt, and she didn't care about the two teenagers who were standing there.

Fubuki... sister?

Before he stepped forward to confirm, the girl turned her head and stared at the two of them viciously: "Get out! Get out of my way!"

"Ah...so, it's impossible to hide it." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't hit him, I even got stabbed."

"Hurry up if you want to say goodbye, I'll wait for you outside."

As he said that, he pulled the orange-haired boy who didn't want to leave and walked towards the sunset outside the dock: "Don't be an eyesore here, don't you see that others are parting from life and death?"

"No, what the hell is going on!"

"You don't understand even if I say it, so feel at ease and be your dog."

"If you don't know clearly, you will die to me, get out!"

The chattering teenagers drifted away, Yada Fubuki put down the man in her arms, and a blank book with gold on a white background emerged out of nowhere in the palm of her hand—this is the book that has been struggling for survival and death for the past two days. Items with supernatural powers that are accidentally summoned.

The moment the "book" appeared, she saw her father who died young. This gift was supposed to appear after she became an adult. If she was lucky enough to live a safe and smooth life, it might not appear at all.

It can't resurrect the dead, but it can realize the text written on it, as long as it is logical, including the ability to let her briefly copy and use other supernatural powers.

[Special Ability · Please Don’t Die] Completely heal the target who is seriously injured and dying, or within 5 minutes of death, and belongs to an unknown person with supernatural ability.The user must be an ordinary person who protects the "book" with his soul, and falls into severe exhaustion one day after using the supernatural power.

The golden butterfly soared up, and the long-haired man opened his eyes, looking at the girl in front of him with eyes slightly closed and concentrating on the book, lost in confusion—Chuuxue is an ordinary person with no special abilities.

"You go." She knelt on the gravel-covered ground: "You go, I don't want you anymore."

An unhealthy blush appeared on the girl's pale cheeks: "Go back to your hometown, and don't let me see you again."

She threw an envelope on his chest: "Remember, I don't want you anymore, I don't want to love you anymore, I don't like you anymore."

She also threw the files about the "military base" and "artificially synthesized people" to him: "I regret it."

"Before I change my mind and let you sink into Tokyo Bay, get lost!"

She hid a jar under her coat, lit the dock, got up and chased after the two boys who had left.Lan Tang also stood up, he raised his hand to pull her, but his palm only touched the rising flames.

"What to do, I found that I seem to be in love with you, my little pearl." He looked down at the ticket and file bag in his hand: "Come with me, let's go to Paris together."

"I don't want you anymore, don't you understand!" She stood at the other end of the flame, holding the empty bone jar she brought in her arms and shedding tears: "Let's go, liar."

In the end, he had to hide into the subspace and leave before the fire was too big to be controlled. Before leaving, he left a sentence in French: "Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud, my name, my little pearl, I will definitely come back again.”

He wanted to go back and wash off the stigma he had carried for many years, and after he had settled the accounts with his former relatives and friends, he would return to this shining little pearl, guard her, and never leave again.

This time I really didn't leave.

Osamu Dazai, who was standing outside the dock with a gust of cold wind, waited for a big fire, and his eldest sister came out of the sea of ​​fire holding the bone jar.Mr. Mori has hinted several times that he is willing to give him this pearl of PortMafia, and even said that he will definitely be the last stop for her to wander through the bushes.

Why not flowers?

e...probably not green enough.

She walked up to him with a white porcelain ossuary jar, and something terrible happened outside the situation.The orange-haired teenager who had to cooperate with Mr. Mori, the leader of the youth organization "Sheep", and the short-legged pet dog he won "rightly", jumped up and shouted: "Sister Fuxue! You can't really do it!" And that old brother, what... I'm sorry! You kill me and avenge him!"

"..." I have never seen such a bully person!

But Yada Fubuki handed the jar to Osamu Dazai as if he hadn’t seen him: “Uncle Mori promised me to remind him to restrain himself. He died of suffocation due to a fractured neck bone. He didn’t leave any information or information, and he probably hid it in another residence. After the burial, he told Let me know, and I'll go see him off."

It's not easy to persist until here, in fact, at this moment, she can't see or hear anything clearly.

Osamu Dazai held "Lantang's Bone Jar" and watched helplessly as the girl who had taken care of him for nearly two years fainted and was at a loss.

At this moment, he has no time to think about whether her words are true or false.The short-legged dog barked and panicked. He threw the jar to him, picked up the girl and ran towards the support team waiting to be recovered—Guangjin Liulang was not far away, and was directing all nearby members to gather to put out the fire.

Well... since it's her wish, why don't we do a good job and fool Mr. Mori together.The hatred in the girl's eyes is not fake, maybe PortMafia will change the leader soon, from the perspective of purely visual appreciation, he thinks this is possible.

"Hey, little boy, did you know Fuxue before?"

Yokohama is so small, it's really uncomfortable to meet any man who meets her and get acquainted with her.

Nakahara Chuya lowered his voice: "Mr. Yada tried every means to help me during his lifetime. After he passed away, Fubuki was picked up by a designated guardian. I never found her. I didn't expect to enter PortMafia."

"She doesn't look like she's having a good time."