Social animals don't deserve love

"I'm back~"

Before dusk, Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a long black coat, hurried into the chief's office with a set of documents under his arm. Yada Fukiyuki was huddled on the sofa, playing with the cat's claw clip that came down from the straw: "Is everything done?"

"Just don't worry." The young man seemed to be in a good mood: "I chose an orphanage that is about to close down. The person in charge used to be a not-so-famous killer on the road, ha."

He seemed to be sighing something and pushed the information in front of her: "Could it be that adopting orphans is an occupational disease of killers?"

"Ah?" She made a meaningless tone and looked through the file carefully: "Maybe?"

"Anyway, I've finished the matter, and I'll leave the rest to you." He limply fell to the other half of the sofa, lay down like a salted fish, swayed his legs a few times, and wrapped himself in the coat: "I heard that you went out to drink milk tea with others in the afternoon?"

"Well, he will be our domestic investigator for a long time in the future." After reading the information, she put them away and tapped them on her lap: "Don't scare people away, otherwise the Ability Secret Service will continue to send them to the port." People are also very hard..."

"What name?" He changed his position and lay down, already having a rough guess in his mind.

Fubuki Yada knew that his supernatural ability formed a singularity with the "book" and saw the parallel world through it, but she never asked him what he had seen.

If Osamu Dazai wants to say it, he will express it at the right time, but if he doesn't want to say it, it proves that it is not worth mentioning.The girl didn't think it was necessary to expend energy to explore troubles that would not happen, let alone keep it from this collaborator.

The more you lie to him, the more curious you will be. Judging from the past practice, people who are expressed curiosity by him will not be too happy afterwards...

"Ango Sakaguchi." She clamped the cat's claw clips on the shawl, took off her shoes and tucked her legs into her skirt, and the two ends of the small sofa were occupied respectively.

When Osamu Dazai heard the name, he was in a daze for a moment, wrapped in a black coat, turned his face to face the back of the sofa: "What are you going to do with it, throw it to Sister Hongye?" It is strange to say, since they are the same age, Dazai called Ozaki Hongye Just add a "sister" respectfully, and always call her by her first name.

"Didn't I just tell you, I'll just keep it." The girl couldn't help touching the cat's paws again and again: "He's quite an interesting person, you can go and have a look."

He didn't make a sound, and the topic seemed to be turned over just like that, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning.

Sakaguchi Ango... Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, shall we go see him?

The next day, Kirako Haruno, the newly appointed secretary of the Armed Detective Agency, received a transfer call. Although she couldn't see the real person, she drew an image of "Nadeko" in her mind just based on the voice.

The other party seemed to be afraid of scaring someone, and the tone of his voice was as soft as Yiwang Hot Spring: "Hello, please ask Mr. Oda from your company to answer the phone."

"Ah, okay, wait a minute." Kirako covered the speaker with one hand and looked towards the office: "Mr. Oda? Your phone number!"

"Oh!" Oda Sakunosuke, who was in a desperate duel with the report, tightened his grip on the monitor.With a little joy of "finally finding a reason to escape", he walked to the secretary and took the receiver from her: "Hi, this is Oda."

"Yeah, it's me." A smiling voice came from the opposite side. The red-haired young man who helped submit materials and collect evidence before eased his brows and eyes and softened his tone: "How are you doing recently?"

Her voice sounded much better than it was half a year ago, and her whole body was no longer as dangerous as a tight steel wire: "It's okay, just... I need to trouble you for something."

No amount of trouble would be more serious than bypassing the Metropolitan Police Department for her to submit the criminal evidence of the Harada family to the higher-ups. He agreed without asking: "Okay, tell me."

Instead of letting her play at will and not knowing what uncontrollable trends will come out, it's better to participate in it and be able to restrain her a little bit for her.

"I bought an orphanage."

Fubuki Yata was lying barefoot on the sofa in the office of the head of PortMafia. While on the phone, he raised his hand to catch the beam of light entering the room from the window: "Because of poor management, there are not many children, and some of them have been diverted or adopted. The rest is all up to you."

"I have killed so many people, and there is no way to stop it in the future. When I go to hell in the future, I can only ask Sakunosuke to save me."

The faint voice is open-minded after seeing through it, and the girl smiled after hearing the answer from her friend who had been holding back for a long time.

In fact, no, if there was a day when she would fall into hell, she would definitely keep it from him.

"Don't talk nonsense." He tried to find a reason to excuse her, but couldn't find it. PortMafia bound her tightly in the root system of this big tree like a cage, no matter whether she was freed or not, there was only one way in the end.

It's all Mori Ogai's fault.

She responded to the reassurance he racked her brains to come up with, staring at the bald face passing through her fingers with indifference: "You always pick up children from the street and take them home to raise, no matter how big the house is, it's not enough How many people can be saved by one person? It is better to accept help calmly."

"I see, thank you." The other party paused for a while before continuing: "I will take care of the orphanage for you."

The girl smiled softly: "Thank you! Ha..." She sat up from the sofa, the sun brushed past her eyelashes, and a gold border was drawn on her outline: "I will send someone over to handle the handover formalities with you."

Of course Osamu Dazai is going to be sent, although she didn't know why before, but now she can roughly guess.

After making an appointment to hang up the phone, someone knocked on the door of the chief's office again.With yesterday's experience, the guard opened a gap to inform the inside: "Miss Fubuki, Sakaguchi came to see Boss again."

Come again?

"Let him in." She snapped her fingers lazily on the back of the sofa, and the text filled with light golden particles formed "Mori Ogai".

What Ango Sakaguchi looked up through the door was the leader of PortMafia standing by the sofa, raising his hand to brush Yada Fuyuki's hair, sparkling in his purple eyes, and the latter looked up at him calmly.

This guy has a bad conduct in the official records, and the number of times he has been reported by phone in public places is countless - pestering young girls.For the purpose of protection, there is no detailed description of the appearance of the entangled young girl in the registration materials of the police station.But going back in time, she was within this range a few years ago, and judging from her current height... Ango Sakaguchi felt a dull pain in his conscience.

"Boss!"

The young man took a step forward in a loud voice: "What I talked to you about yesterday, I have drawn up a plan, including the feasibility report, and it's all here."

"Mori Ogai" stopped, and he walked to the leader's desk and sat down: "Okay, put it here first, and I will consider it after I read it."

"You can take a look at it first, and I'll take it back and redo any parts that need to be revised." The young man confronted his "superior boss" with a toughness that he didn't usually see, and made up his mind to make him have no time to harass the girl.

The middle-aged man pressed a finger on the document: "Please step back first, Sakaguchi-kun."

The young man suffocated: "As long as you look at it, I will leave immediately."

"Uncle Sen..." The girl lying on the back of the sofa interrupted the tense atmosphere, tilted her head and smiled lightly: "Anwu and I are going to play in the reference room, can you take it easy?"

"Since Xiao Fuxue said the same thing." The supernatural lifeform spread out its hands, resignedly dragging the document in front of it and spreading it out: "Shall we have dinner together at night? It seems that many new restaurants have opened recently."

She jumped off the sofa, stepped on the carpet barefoot looking for shoes: "No, I don't want to eat with you."

This kinship is more false than plastic, and it makes my stomach hurt.

The shoes were kicked under the sofa, she bent down to take a look, and reached in to get enough.

"Let me get it." Ango Sakaguchi stepped forward and signaled her to sit down, then knelt on the carpet and stretched his arms under the sofa to fish for a while: "I got it."

A very simple pair of strappy sandals, without all the trinkets that girls like out there these days.The girl naturally raised her feet and asked him to help put on her shoes.The young man didn't even dare to lift his head, tried not to touch her, and carefully fastened the buckle for the girl, then stood up and bowed to the leader: "I'll step down first."

"Mori Ogai" waved his hand, and Yada Fubuki walked out behind him: "Where is the reference room?"

"On the mezzanine of the podium on the second and third floors." He opened the carved wooden door for her with a little heaviness, thinking about how many reports he would have to make before he could apply to whitewash her resume.

Yada Fubuki was brought into PortMafia by the designated guardian Mori Ogai when he was 14 years old.He doesn't know what she went through after that, but one thing can be drawn from the surrounding discussions-it is absolutely impossible for her and Mori Ogai to be as tender as they showed, and the man who holds Yokohama's black night embraces her Some malice will only be more than imagined.

He had to find a way to take her away from the guardian with ulterior motives, but all of this had to be based on her consent.And the real difficulty in this matter is...how can I be honest about my identity to make her trust me?

You can't just come forward and say "Hi, I'm an infiltrating investigator sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division", thinking about it like this is simply a disaster.

"I haven't been there yet, is it interesting?" With her hands behind her back, she raised her fingers and secretly compared the height difference with the person in front of her through the metal reflection, feeling a little discouraged suddenly in her heart for no reason.

——Can you still grow taller after passing by? 1.5 meters is also ok!

As soon as Ango Sakaguchi stepped sideways after pressing the door open button, he saw the annoyance on her face that she hadn't had time to put away: "The reference room? It's all files, and many people can't bear to stay there. They say it's too quiet. gone."

Even if PortMafia is turned over, it is difficult to find a few people who can sit still steadily, let alone face a desperate amount of data every day.