Social animals don't deserve love

Fubuki Yada said that she would see Ango Sakaguchi in the reference room in 10 minutes, but she didn't show up until an hour later.

Regarding the change of the leader of the Takase Society, there are still many details that need to be dealt with.There are many heights that Hongye cannot see from her position as an intelligence cadre, and her authority is not enough.Fubuki Yada knows that work takes precedence over feelings, otherwise she wouldn't be able to make it this far—either she went crazy halfway through or was sold out by Mori Ogai early on.

For example, Takase would have to give her an explanation for the assassination, but this is only the first profit recovered in advance, and the rest will be slaughtered for a few days, and then slaughtered for a few more days.

There is absolutely no reason to stab a leek to death with a single knife.

Some people may wonder why she didn't attack on the spot, but delayed the matter to a follow-up solution.You must know that this kind of thing is like a bill of exchange that can only be accepted in person, and it will not wait until it expires.These people didn't think that what she was facing was not a political creature who still had face, but a group of desperadoes who might escape from control at any time.

If the beast is pushed into a corner at once, the hunter will face the most intense resistance.

Right now happens to be the darkest night in Yokohama, slow down, slow down, she can't drive all the remaining small organizations to the opposite side of PortMafia and let them get together to make trouble.

If Mr. Mori was sitting on the seat, he probably would not hesitate to use violence frequently to shovel it all the way.Anyway, with the Zhongyuan Zhong in hand, no one dares to be obedient after seeing the absolute power.But it was Yada Fubuki who felt pity for the lives of his subordinates more or less - even if others won, it didn't mean they wouldn't do anything to ordinary members.

PortMafia are just ordinary people with a family behind them.

Perhaps it was really influenced by the report submitted by Ango Sakaguchi, the death list is no longer just a number, they have a name and appearance, and after leaving the pale description, they are one after another once fresh life.

Ango Sakaguchi, who prepared the materials and listed the framework of the report, thought it was the old gatekeeper when he heard the voice coming from the passage of the reference room.In fact, the latter bowed and left work as soon as he saw Yada Fubuki, and even helped to bring him to the door very politely.He kept his head-up posture at the computer until suddenly there was a first aid kit in front of him.

"Do you take it off yourself, or should I help you?" The girl who simply pushed onto the computer screen appeared in front of her eyes. She was a little close, and could smell the faint smell of disinfectant and citrus on her body.

The young man felt his heart thump: "Ah! Ah? Tuotuotuo...Take off what!"

Such a sentence came out of nowhere, which was a little exciting.

"You're injured, do you need me to remind you!" She glared fiercely at her, but Ango Sakaguchi squirmed and blushed.

Just... taking off or something, in such a small enclosed space, it's not suitable for a lonely man and a widow... right?

After waiting for a while without waiting for a response, the girl who had run out of patience let go of her poor laptop, walked around the small desk and came to him.She suddenly reached out her hands and pushed on the young man's shoulders, bent her knees and raised one leg to press on his.

As the small white hand brushed against the Adam's apple, Ango Sakaguchi's breathing tightened suddenly.

The girl lowered her height and started to untie the wounded man's tie.

This guy is like a petrified hamster, his eyes are shiny, and he keeps a posture that doesn't dare to move.

Her hands are so small.

As the distance continued to shorten, there was only one thought in his mind.Afraid of being abrupt, he tried his best to turn his eyes away from her slender neck, but couldn't help but look away from time to time - the neck line was smooth and white, and it crossed the delicate collarbone and the two small collarbone fossa... …Sakaguchi Ango felt his throat was a bit dry.

The air seems to be getting cooler?

When he realized that the suit jacket had been loosened by her and thrown on the ground, her tender hands without any trace of labor were unbuttoning his shirt.

No, you are too skillful in taking off my clothes?

The young man barely held back the shame that was about to explode, pressed his chest and clutched his collar, as pitiful as a girl from a good family who encountered a gangster: "I, I'm fine now!"

"It's not up to you if it's okay, or I can pay you a new shirt afterwards?" Fukiyuki Yada, who had already practiced the knack of undressing the wounded and dead bodies, let go : "This dress is very cheap, I can afford it."

"I take it off myself!" Her hand continued to fall, and the young man who was afraid that she would lose her composure almost jumped up, crying and desperately clenched those soft little hands: "I will do it myself!"

Don't dare to touch it again!Never!Please!

Appreciating his embarrassment and panic enough, she took a step back and returned to a reserved and elegant appearance.Why is Ango Sakaguchi, who was stared at and had to take off his shirt to reveal his wounds, not feeling good? Why does he always feel that something is not right?

Although during this period of time, he often accompanied her to various banquets and refreshed his understanding of her again and again, but it definitely did not include this, this... so cute and active appearance, which made him have the illusion of gender reversal.

Did I get the wrong script?

While thinking wildly, Yada Fuyuki was a little surprised to see him take off his tie and shirt as he tremblingly unbuttoned the last few buttons.She thought that this person would not have any muscles with such a low force value, but...in fact, he only has soft muscle lines, and he can see the traces of years of exercise and exercise, probably the type that is not naturally suitable for physical arts .

This makes Ms. Yada, who has gone through the harsh training of AFIA, but still can only rely on her age advantage to tie with Osamu Dazai in physical skills, feel that there is a common language.

"Where did it hit?" There was a red spot on the upper left of the abdomen, and the skin was not damaged, but there was a small hole in the shirt.In other words, if Zhongyuan Zhongye's reaction was half a minute slower, he would probably have to take a stab.

This position is very dangerous, if you don't do it well, you will lose your life.

She kept patting the young man and urged him to show his belly: "Does it hurt here? Where is it? Here?"

It was a normal palpation that was so normal that it couldn't be normal anymore, poor Ango Sakaguchi was about to come out: "..."

"I'm asking you something!"

This kind of shy patient who refuses to cooperate without being forced to a corner is definitely one of the most annoying types of doctors, that is, this guy, if she were someone else, she would be so annoyed that she would throw him in an ambulance and send him to the hospital.

"It doesn't hurt at all..." The soul almost came out of his body, his face was so red that people couldn't help worrying about his cerebral blood vessels, Ango Sakaguchi answered quietly after a while.

This is simply the most terrifying torture in the world. The soft and warm little hands are touching and pressing on the abdomen. If it were any other doctor, he would guarantee that there would be no half reaction, but if it was her, it would be very painful.

After confirming that the organs were not injured, but that the skin was prone to leaving marks, she let go of the shirt that was put aside and helped him put it back on.The gentle girl stood in front of him, patting and chatting, and no matter how careful he was, the shirt that couldn't be kept flat immediately obediently became neat, and he almost forgot that he was in the main building of PortMafia at this moment.

"Okay, you sit here and rest, I'll fix things." Immediately after the inspection, she jumped up and gave her the chair to sit on. The young man got up and put the alcohol gauze bandages back into the first-aid kit, and suddenly saw the bottom of the box exposed A strange knife.

It was a silver-white metal knife with a blade about twenty centimeters long, thin and sharp, with barbs and small blood grooves on the side of the blade, it did not look like a normal medical instrument.

Yada Fuyuki, who was sitting on the chair, gave a mysterious smile: "Are you curious about that knife?" She lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand and pinched a strand of hair on her chest, and twirled it between her fingers: "I can borrow it for you to play with." Son, it's nothing important."

He glanced at her, took it out from the bottom of the first-aid kit and looked through it: "Is it for cutting envelopes?"

The girl stood up and walked out: "I'm going to pour some water, you wait for a while."

She went out, and Ango Sakaguchi looked down at the dagger in his hand, unable to restrain his curiosity, and used his supernatural power.It has become his habit to spy and understand her through the things she touches, and I am afraid that he will not be able to change it if he is arrested for this in the future.

【Supernatural Power · Theory of Fall】...

He saw the knife being held tightly by a pair of white and soft hands, and stabbing into the back of a person whose back was facing the line of sight.He could also hear the conversation that happened during this process—"Uncle Sen, the night is already deep, you should rest."

The handle of the knife stirred in the wound, and the blood seeping through the clothes dripped on the carpet, forming slightly raised red spots.

Immediately after the stabbed person fell to the ground, Ango Sakaguchi saw clearly that he was wearing a long black coat, and the red scarf used for decoration belonged to a specific person.With soft black hair and lavender eyes, everyone who walks into the chief's office will see him in the chair behind the desk.

After the soft white light and the sound of flipping the paper, the corpse was covered in light golden words, which were quickly decomposed into fine particles like golden sand and scattered all over the ground.

"Dang!"

There was the crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground.

Mori Ogai...is dead?

So who controls PortMafia now?What happened to the middle-aged man who was working in the leader's seat?

"Oh, did you find out?"

The girl who was carrying the tray back and forth approached slowly. She closed the lid of the first-aid kit and moved it away, put down the tray, and finally squatted down to pick up the knife and threw it in the tray.After snapping his fingers, Mori Ogai, who was wearing a black polo coat and a red scarf, was condensed into pale gold text: "My little princess, Uncle Mori likes Fubuki the most."

"Shut up, pervert." She snapped her fingers again, and "Mori Ogai" turned into golden gravel and scattered all over the floor: "Did you see that?"

"I killed my adoptive father, manipulated his body, and stole his blood. Next, what are you going to do?"