Social animals don't deserve love

Anyway, this was indeed the first time Yada Fubuki entered the PortMafia data room.From the leader, down to the ordinary guards who guard the gate, and even the bottom-level members who are not even qualified to enter the building, you can find a few lines of records about them here.

But how many words.

The person in charge of guarding here is an old man with white hair. She didn't even know that there were members older than Guangjin Liulang in this organization.He seems to have reached the retirement age...Guangjin didn't retreat because no one was more suitable to lead the Black Lizard than him. What's the matter with this one?

"Ahahahahaha, because young people can't stay here, Sakaguchi-kun has been here for the longest time. Others will try their best to transfer to other departments for a month at most. Naturally, there is no one to replace them. Abandon responsibility and say retirement is retirement."

The old man who brought in two cups of tea lost two teeth: "Besides, I really like the quiet here, Miss Fuxue."

She took the tray, and the old man nodded with a smile: "I'm busy outside, if you need anything, just ask."

"Do you know what the ancestors were like in the early years?" She handed the tray to Ango Sakaguchi and asked a question that no one expected.

Today, within PortMafia, even if no one orders everyone to know that it is taboo to mention this matter, especially in front of her.The members who have survived for a few years all know that the current leader is not authentic, and sends a young girl as an item to each family, and one will die every time until he is firmly seated on the throne.

But all this is only known, and no one dares to discuss it publicly.At most, it refers to one or two vaguely, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body.

As for Yada Fubuki asking about her ancestors who whipped her in public, this is something no one could have imagined.

"I know, but I know..." After a moment of hesitation, an open-minded smile appeared on his face again: "The early and late years of the ancestors are different. Wise and wise, he brought PortMafia to the first peak from scratch, so to speak. .”

No wonder there are still many hidden Xiandai sects.

The girl pursed her lips and drew a slight arc: "Thanks for your hard work, go and do your work."

"No way, I'll go now." He closed the passageway that looked like a sliding door of a cabinet, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

"Here is the reference room... There are a lot of documents." Walking to the small desk in the middle and sitting down, the girl looked up. The walls of the room were surrounded by a circle of bookshelves, extending to infinity, as if Could not find exported library.Looking down at the desktop, a name and a few lines of instructions were transcribed on the unfinished record.

That was the most recent member who lost his life in a street fight.

Even if she tries to restrain herself, casualties will inevitably occur, especially in this special period, she chose to continue to implement the plan that Mori Ogai had drawn up long ago.

There is nothing you can do if you don’t choose. PortMafia, a huge monster, if you accidentally let it rush out of the track and run wantonly, it will definitely bring a devastating blow to the city of Yokohama.

She hates Mori Ogai, but she doesn't hate Yokohama.

That person, who will forever trap her in this dark and tall building, is hated by her but at the same time affects her in every way all the time.It was like an invisible hand pushing her to the peak of night power.

"I don't know how many years of archives have been accumulated here, of course it will become like this."

Ango Sakaguchi cleaned up the things on the table, and put the tray and hot tea in front of her: "Do you need to add some water? The central air conditioner is turned on in the building all year round, so it is inevitable to be dry."

The table is not big, in order to make it more comfortable for her, he picked up the precariously stacked contents to be processed and put them in the corner.

"What's the point? I mean, the people you documented, many of them have police records, and they didn't do one or two bad things. I'm afraid even their family members will say, 'I'll feel sorry for him. Just me' something like that."

She looked at the almost limitless bookcase—the reference room was cramped and cramped like the bottom of a well. Judging by his height, staying here every day was tantamount to going to jail.

Why don't you take a shortcut, why don't you use me?Why do you have to be so gentle with the evil party...

"It makes sense. After all, no one is born wanting to commit crimes. It is the government's dereliction of duty to force people to live without breaking the law. It is Yokohama's special geographical location and problems with the national system that finally cultivate A breeding ground for darkness."

A trace of helplessness flashed in the gentle eyes of the young man. The social environment is such that he alone is powerless to recover.

"At least someone should know how many people have died from this horrific failure of duty. Leaving a name and a simple biographical record is one of the few things I can do for them."

After struggling, roaring, and rebelling, he finally chose the path of gentle improvement.

After laying down the removed files, Ango Sakaguchi stood up and turned to face her with a smile: "Sorry, here are all the original files. In order not to cause harm from vermin, you can't eat anything."

"It's okay, I'm not very attached to food." She held up the teacup to cover her face, not wanting him to see her blushing cheeks.

what to do?Already, I don't want to return this person to the Supernatural Secret Service Division at all.

"We still have to eat well." The young man approached and sat on the plastic round stool opposite her: "In any case, the most important thing is to take care of yourself first."

"Oh..." Because of the excessive patience in the early years, the person who has gradually let go of himself recently, and the picky eater has become more and more serious shrank his feet uncomfortably, trying to shrink himself into a ball to avoid his sight.

He looked amused, isn't this just pasting the word "guilty" on his face brightly!

Although cute, bad habits need a little correction.He deliberately frowned and leaned forward: "You shouldn't..."

"I didn't!" The girl puffed up her cheeks: "I didn't give the meat to others!"

real!Really didn't stuff the meat in the bowl to Zhongye to deal with it!

"It's hard to digest..." In the end, she hesitated and reluctantly explained a sentence, which made him feel bitter for no reason.

In the whole building, probably no one thought about how she should eat.

Mori Ogai wouldn't think about this for her, and even if others thought about it, they probably wouldn't be able to do much.

——In fact, PortMafia has a staff canteen, and Chuya or the guards usually take the bento to the treatment room for her.

"So," the young man looked away and raised his finger to pick his cheek: "If you don't mind, I will bring you some homemade lunches on weekdays. Just put it in the microwave and heat it up... Will it work?"

It's just a microwave oven, it will definitely be used.Even if you don't know how to use it, you have to order someone to buy one overnight and send it to learn how to use it now!

The girl completely huddled with red ears: "Okay." Then she added in a low voice: "Don't bring too much, I eat very little."

It's true that she can't eat, but she doesn't want to share it with others.

"Okay, I see." What he was thinking in his mind was whether to take a home economics class during the break and give priority to lighting up the cooking skill tree.Back then, he could only cook instant noodles, but now he has improved a lot, at least to the level of being able to cook udon noodles...

Cough, cooking can't be more difficult than the civil service exam!

The topic of bento came to an end, and after sitting for a while, Fubuki Yada drank his tea and got up to leave.

The supernatural life body should have read the information submitted by Ango Sakaguchi, and she is going back to work on "Mori Ogai".Since it is his wish, and there is no violation of PortMafia's current policies and development, let's do it.

It is rare for someone to lower his head to seriously look at the plight of people on the margins of society. Although he still has a sense of condescending superiority, at least he has done it in a down-to-earth manner, instead of just calling for calls.

Those parliamentarians who really have power should really do such a thing, but unfortunately they are like deaf and blind, they can't see or hear anything.

After sending the girl away and returning to the seat, the young man couldn't help but put his hand on the table to use the power.

【Different Ability · Fallen Theory】

I really want to know what the world looks like from her perspective.

Through her eyes, he saw the bookcase spiraling and extending above his head, climbing upwards and boundless. It was hard for people not to have the idea of ​​wanting to escape, but with the negativity and pessimism that wiped out the obedience of a fatalist.

Why is this happening?

The more I see, the more I want to know more about her. Whether it is good or bad, it is an indispensable factor in the composition of "Yada Fubuki".He doesn't want to miss anything.

The young man thinks that this time he is really going to fall, the sensibility that cannot be let go, the love that has been indulged in it since the first meeting.

"Oops..." He raised his hand to cover his chest, trying to slow down his heart, at least not so fast that the doctor thought he had some incurable disease.

On the other side, Yada Fuyuki returned to the chief's office, watched "Mori Ogai" to revise and sign the document, and was ready to discuss this proposal in public at the five major cadre meetings to be held soon.

This kind of measure that can reflect "loyalty" and "humanity" will hardly encounter opposition. For the leader, it is also a good way to enhance the cohesion and loyalty of his subordinates. Absolutely will not give strong support.

"Uncle Sen, what do you think of Ango?" She lay back on the dark green sofa, and the scalpel flew out between her fingers, hitting the temple of the supernatural being working at the desk.

The middle-aged men immediately shattered into powder like a collapsed sand tower and scattered all over the ground, and soon gathered together again and sat back in their seats to continue reading the seemingly endless stream of documents.

"I almost forgot, you can't refuse, you can only obey." The girl turned over and changed to lying on her stomach, Bai Nen's feet were tilted back and swayed: "I think Ango must be the kind of person you hate the most."

Clean and gentle.