Social animals don't deserve love

Watching Koyo Ozaki leave, Ango Sakaguchi turned around and took the fire escape to the treatment room.

Yada Fubuki wouldn't stay in the chief's office so late if it wasn't necessary. Even if there was a job that required the chief to make a decision, she would take her back to the treatment room and stay up all night, instead of leaving words for the sake of saving trouble.

As for the dormitory belonging to the members of the organization, he had already knocked on the door when he sent Osamu Dazai just now, but there was no one there.

"I'm back, and the handover of the orphanage went smoothly. Mr. Odasaku is a very nice person, and we went to the bar for a drink with Dazai." After explaining his whereabouts carefully, he walked to the writing desk and dragged a stool to sit down: " Have you had dinner yet?"

"Zhong also brought udon noodles." She was wearing plain glasses and sitting under the lamp, holding a copy of news from the overseas branch.

Maybe it's a coincidence or maybe it's a coincidence that many large organizations, both at home and abroad, have undergone new and old changes in recent years.Many contracts and memorandums had to be re-signed, which required a lot of energy to complete.

——She has never slacked off because she can use supernatural powers to control Mori Ogai's work. To her, the latter is more like a teaching tool in the mechanical teaching method. When "students" graduate, they will be thrown into the trash heap.

Looking at her slightly dry lips, the young man quietly got up and left, and soon came back with a sweet smell all over her body.

The warm milk was placed within easy reach of the girl's right hand. He took a book from the shelf, sat beside her and read it by the light.

——This is the original French book. He had seen the translated version when he was studying at school, but he did not expect to encounter the original version here.

There are two kinds of notes left on the pages of the book, the mature and chic handwriting looks older than the strict and regular one.The latter is exactly Yada Fubuki's font. As for the former, who kept it?

He stretched out his index finger to trace the wild and unruly letters, not wanting to admit that his mouth was a little sour.

Obviously, it belongs to the "Mr. Lan Tang" who only exists in the report.Although the ex had fulfilled his obligations very well and became a quiet dead person, every time he thought about what the person who taught her to be like this might have done, he couldn't maintain a calm state of mind.

How can it be calm?There is no way to calm down at all!

"Drink some hot milk?" It took him a while to calm down the turbulent sea of ​​vinegar, and touched the outer wall of the porcelain cup with the back of his hand: "The temperature is just right, and it will be cold if you put it on again."

"Yeah." Yada Fuyuki reached out to touch the table without raising her head, and finally found the cup. She held it up to her ear with one hand and took a small sip, her eyes never leaving the report.

Reports from foreign divisions... are questionable.

The conclusion drawn according to the description of the report is quite different from the actual operation. Either the operation made a mistake or the person who wrote the report made a mistake.

Consider letting Chuya go over to see what happened, and train the new cadres so that he can accumulate enough qualifications to convince the public.The foreign environment is complex, and PortMafia is a remote operation, and accidents will inevitably occur if the combat effectiveness is too low.Looking back and thinking about Zhong's overly upright character, I have to give him another support.

Osamu Dazai, Ango Sakaguchi, or herself, all are fine.

However, the leader cannot leave the headquarters, and as the custodian of the "book", she cannot easily leave Yokohama, so she can only choose between Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi.

Isn't it all for the sake of dating that she keeps this elite of the Supernatural Secret Service by her side?

"Anwu, how many foreign languages ​​do you know?" The girl finally raised her eyes and looked at the young man through the porcelain cup.

"Italian and Spanish?" She blinked, fluent in a foreign language, and Ango Sakaguchi closed the book and replied in the same language: "Need me to go abroad?"

"Hmm. Consider you or Dazai, assist Chuya, and see what the hell is going on in the European branch." In terms of language, he is much more suitable than Dazai.

"It's better for me to go. It will be more convenient for Dazai to stay and help you stabilize the internal situation."

Now the nominal leader is Mori Ogai, and Fubuki is just a confidential secretary.Although PortMafia is an organization where the leader is the leader, it is still difficult to guarantee that no one will make small moves in private and be careful. In this regard, Osamu Dazai's insight into the human heart and human nature could not be more accurate.

"Ask tomorrow morning and see what he means."

She put the file back into the file bag and sealed it, then drank the remaining milk in the glass in one gulp: "When does it get dark?"

"Yeah, it's almost ten o'clock, wash up early, I'm going back." He raised his hand to look at his watch, and after putting it down, he couldn't help rubbing her heart: "Sleep well, see you tomorrow."

If he didn't want to take another look at her, this dark building would not have any attraction for him.

Yada Fubuki put down his glass: "Why didn't you apply for a dormitory? Ah, there is no clear reply from the Supernatural Special Affairs Section, it's really inconvenient..."

"It seems that we need to solve the problem of 'power business permission' quickly." She opened the notepad and added a note to herself: "See you tomorrow morning."

He said and held out his hand to him.

The tie was pulled down and tightened, and the young man had to smile wryly and bend over to cooperate: "What? Uh..."

After a superficial touch, she loosened the tie in her hand: "Good night, be careful on the road."

His face turned red like a tomato, and his brain continued to shut down. Mr. Sakaguchi barely woke up after walking out of the PortMafia headquarters building with his hands and feet.

When he returned to the hotel where he was temporarily staying, the moment he touched the door lock, he immediately knew that another visitor was coming tonight.

"Mr. Changtian, long time no see."

Pushing open the door, in the empty living room, Taneda Yamatoka, the head of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, was sitting with his head down reading a collection of haiku.

"Oh, Anwu, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a while." He put down his poetry collection, and his expression behind his small round glasses was full of smiles: "Let me ask you, how do you explain this resignation letter?"

He took out the resignation letter that had been folded many times from the inside of his pocket and shook it: "What's going on here."

"I fell in love with someone, and I wanted to take her out of the darkness. But...Unfortunately, this attempt failed before it even started, so I decided to stay with her in the darkness."

The young man walked into the room and closed the door gently and calmly. He turned around and walked to the middle-aged man and bowed deeply: "Sorry, I failed your expectations."

"May I ask a question, this lady is...?" Zhongtian Shantouhuo rolled his eyes and had a general idea in his heart.

Sure enough, Ango Sakaguchi said sincerely, "It's Miss Fubuki, Mori Ogai's confidential secretary."

"Oh! It really is her. I saw her from afar at the banquet. She is indeed a rare beauty." He first nodded in approval, and then changed his voice: "Do you know that she is the survivor of the former leader of PortMafia? With her, You will face countless dangers, and in this case, you have almost no power to protect yourself after leaving the Supernatural Secret Service. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I know." The young man lowered his head: "Mori Ogai gave her to several men as a trade, and the first one was the former leader."

"So, you see, I have a compromise proposal." Taneda Yamatou sighed: "I can use the power of the seventh agency to clear her resume, Ango, no matter how kind a person stays in the night for a long time, it is difficult to protect her." Sour. I deeply sympathize with Miss Fubuki's sufferings, and welcome her to our side, isn't this a good arrangement?"

PortMafia is a violent society with countless people with supernatural powers, but no supernatural business license.Just for this point, if the government really wants to take a ruthless target, it is not impossible to wipe them off the map of Yokohama.Staying in such an organization that seems to be full of flowers and simmering with oil and oil, living a precarious and dangerous life does not meet the expectations of most people for life.

But Ango Sakaguchi understood that she would not leave, nor could she.

"Sorry, teacher, I have to remind you about one thing about the ability business license. Her surname is 'Yada', which is 'Yada'."

The living room fell into silence.

Taneda Santoka wanted to see some clues from Sakaguchi Ango's expression, but unfortunately failed: "That 'Yada'?"

"Yes, Yada Fuyuki, the only daughter of the famous anti-war scholar Mr. Yada. After her parents died unexpectedly, she was kidnapped by Mori Ogai and brought into PortMafia."

The young man bowed again: "Please think deeply."

"Well, this is really unexpected news." The bald chief scratched his scalp with his hands open, "So she is Mr. Yada's daughter. No wonder she is so outstanding at such a young age. It's a pity."

"If Mori Ogai uses this to make some articles, we will be in a very passive situation. A considerable number of social activists, including congressmen, have different feelings for Mr. Yada. How could his daughter be Mori Ogai has been targeted, Ango, are you sure you can't bring her out, or assassinate her...?"

"I can't do it, Mr. Tan Tian, ​​please forgive me for not being able to achieve any of the above two points. So I chose to submit a resignation report. The position of the Supernatural Secret Service Division is no longer suitable for me."

The young man raised his head with firm eyes: "I'm sorry."

"So, have you ever thought about what you will lose? The political resources accumulated by the Sakaguchi family for generations will be brought into the inner world by you, forming new negative forces. In view of this, I can completely order you to be executed secretly..."

Taneda Shantouhuo's tone showed that he was not joking.

Silent pressure squeezed the space, and even the oxygen seemed to become thinner and thinner.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang suddenly, and the bald head subconsciously took out the mobile phone and opened it to take a look. It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.After the connection, a clear and smiling voice came out from the opposite side: "Mr. Farming? It's a pleasure to meet you. Please don't embarrass our direct intelligence agents in the middle of the night, okay? He has to go to Europe on a business trip tomorrow morning."

It is self-evident who is speaking.

The fact that the other party can react like this means that there must be a secret sentry watching Ango Sakaguchi every step of the way. Any abnormality in the room will cause PortMafia to retaliate immediately and madly.

Tantian Shantouhuo, who didn't intend to deliver food, raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "Miss Fuxue, good night. Please tell the leader of your organization for me, the rats in the sewer that are in constant panic won't last long."

"Thank you for your concern." After the other party greeted very politely and hung up the phone, the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division took a deep look at the disciple: "Ango, think about it carefully."