Social animals don't deserve love

I drove Dostoyevsky from a private hospital in the family car that Gogol "borrowed" to the place where he is currently staying. Not to mention the bad environment, I saw it before I got out of the car There were two computers and a suitcase thrown outside the door of the apartment they pointed out.

"Uh..." Gogol paused for about ten seconds, then changed his tone very easily and said, "Why don't you go to live with me for a few days, Fei Jia?"

"During the period of hospitalization, I just missed the day of paying the rent. It's really embarrassing." Dostoevsky's explanation came just right, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"I still live in my home in Aoba District... If you don't mind living with her?" I wanted to find out if he had figured out Ms. Matsuyama's identity, so I directly asked about living together.

——Is she testing, or is hypnosis taking effect again?

Dostoevsky breathed slowly, and his voice became more and more indistinct: "It's not appropriate to disturb the old man rashly..."

The dizziness gradually increased. If I hadn't been vigilant earlier, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to keep any secrets from him: "I talked to my aunt on the phone last night. It will take time even if we move. Or me and Ango, ah, sorry."

As if suddenly awakened, I sat on the driver's seat and looked at the two men sitting behind me in the rearview mirror with a wry smile: "Sorry, my original apartment has been empty since my ex-husband divorced. Tiantian is mediating the division of property. People can live there, but they have to clean up in advance."

Hesitation and rejection must be expressed, but it cannot really discourage people.

I also had no choice but to sacrifice my glasses and hang them in front of me as bait.

As far as the law is concerned, Ango Sakaguchi is really the wrong party in the marriage. If the mediation fails and another lawsuit is filed, I can strip him down to nothing but a suit and drive him out of the house.

The advantage of a one-story apartment is that it can be hidden in places that no one can imagine to engage in activities. Of course, the risk is not small. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by spies who are not regularly monitoring.

But... Dostoevsky shifted his gaze to the woman sitting in the front seat. She seemed to be troubled by something, which might be related to the information she had seen before—the informant who infiltrated the Supernatural Secret Service said last night Assistant officer Ango Sakaguchi was in a very violent mood. He was heard arguing with his ex-wife in the office and even mentioned the name of a Russian.

The instigator of the Russians: "..."

Whether it is logic or behavioral trends, there is nothing wrong with her.As a woman with a beautiful appearance and a smart mind, it is very normal to plan to start a new relationship after half a year of divorce, and it is also very reasonable for her ex-husband to be jealous.Loyalty and the conservative introversion unique to oriental women make it difficult for her to allow other men to live in her former marriage room.

Resistance and repulsion will temporarily break people out of hypnosis, but it also indirectly proves that hypnosis is still in effect.

"You don't need to pack it up, it's just a short stay, I will find a new place soon..."

It was just a preliminary test. The insider brought the "book page" news from the military. If the plan is implemented smoothly, this piece of paper will soon fall into his hands. At that time, he may have to leave the country early in order to avoid being hunted down.

Now Dostoevsky was thinking about whom to blame for the mess when he pulled back.

Out of the consideration of long-term interests, he is not willing to abolish Yada Fubuki, a useful chess piece now.

No one will take the initiative to doubt her, and a lot of information for the next stage of the operation still needs to be obtained from her.The most important thing is that if Ango Sakaguchi moves away from the position of assistant officer of the Supernatural Special Affairs Section, he is not yet sure who will be next.

Let's look back at the few subordinates at hand, whether it is Ivan or Pushkin, they are all idiots who will only act when they are ordered. It is rare to meet someone with a clear head... Dostoevsky had Admitted that he might need a secretary or something.

——Gogol definitely can't, he is [-]% sure that this guy will definitely backstab at a critical moment.

Many years of best friends who do not know who?He can send Gogol to the guillotine without hesitation for his ideals, and the same Gogol will never make a counterattack—for freedom.

That was Gogol's ideal, too.

In the last period of time, it is safest to lurk under the shadow of the lamp, and then completely complete the whole hypnosis and send the pawn across the river to lurk in a suitable position.When he really accumulates enough strength to come again, all the supernatural power users in the Yokohama testing ground must disappear.

Yada Fubuki has behaved very "normal" so far, which fits the "normal" of a person who has been hypnotized step by step.

It is impossible for him to completely trust anyone, but at this stage, Yada Fubuki meets his expectations and can gain some "trust" for the time being.

—the precious, capricious "trust."

"In that case, put your computer and luggage into the trunk first, and I'll take you there."

I turned the key and lit the engine to get ready to go. It took so long to procrastinate and test each other along the way, Dazai should have packed up all the things that might be classified and took away.

Gogol waited until Dostoyevsky nodded, then happily opened the car door and rushed to freedom—to carry the luggage.

In the end, the suitcase was trapped on the roof of the car, and two computers were barely stuffed in the trunk. I slowly drove the car to my former home step by step amidst rush hour traffic.

"Anyone of you called and asked someone to open the door. I left all the keys when I left..." I smiled awkwardly behind me, but Gogol raised his hand inexplicably excitedly: "It's okay, it's okay, clown The combination with a magician is the best at changing people~"

In other words, the door lock is not a hindrance to them at all?

After parking the car and telling the two Russians the house number, Gogol first disappeared from the back seat with Dostoyevsky, and 5 minutes later he suddenly appeared in the passenger seat: "Now, the long-awaited audience Participation, is this lady ready?"

I:"……"

The scene changed too fast, and I didn't react a bit.

It's a space-type ability... so enviable.

In fact, for me, it was just a matter of opening and closing my eyes, and I was moved from the driver's seat to my living room.

By the way, Osamu Dazai's work is very interesting. People who don't know it can't see that there may be human activities here 10 minutes ago.

Anyway, I didn't see it.

"Huh? Are you petrified?"

Five outstretched hands dangled in front of my eyes, I withdrew my mind and glanced at the Mr. Clown in front of me, and looked at the study room where the noise was heard—Dostoevsky was tinkering with his computer and suitcase inside. I plan to build a nest to live there.

"I was really shocked!" I stood up from the tatami mat and went to the storage room to search for the bedding. After finding it, I opened the bedroom... What happened when I left: "Fei Jia, the bedding has been placed in the bedroom." It’s inside, can you clean it yourself? I’m going to be late for work soon.”

"Okay, don't worry." A warm and gentle voice came from the study, and the black-haired young man took out a "History of Philosophy" from the bookshelf and raised it: "Can you lend me the book?"

"Okay, just flip through them. Those are professional books left by my ex-husband when he was in college. It's useless now."

Without hesitation, they continued to hang their glasses as bait, and the Russians retreated contentedly and continued to toss the computer.

"Then I'll go first, come to see you at night, and go to bed early."

I dug out the key from the drawer of the low table, opened the door and went out, and locked the poor little car parked downstairs along the way.

"She left without any hesitation."

After 10 minutes, Gogol jumped out of the space, and Dostoyevsky, who was debugging the computer after installing it, didn't turn his head and asked, "Is there monitoring equipment in the room?"

"Unfortunately, no. But there is an abandoned secret whistle outside." He said "tsk tsk tsk" in regret: "It seems that Ango Sakaguchi is really a man who doesn't go home. It's a pity for such a beautiful wife."

"It's good news for us." Another person entered a series of instructions, and a head of a wildly laughing mouse slowly seeped out of the normal computer desktop, listing information one by one in an orderly manner.

"You go to receive the 'pages' and make it a scene where you are forced to commit suicide by loan sharks, so you don't need to teach again?" Dostoevsky tried his phone again, threw it next to the keyboard and began to search through the items on the bookshelf one by one. Philosophy book: "Maybe there is a code book used by the special agent department to transmit the code. People always hide the most important things in the safest place."

Gogol looked up at the bookshelf that reached to the ceiling, and shook his head: "Then you can browse slowly by yourself, I will go to work."

The figure disappeared before the words were heard, and only the sound of the cloak brushing the air remained in the room.

The movement of fingers brushing the spines of books did not stop for a moment, until they stopped on an ancient Hebrew dictionary.

Dostoevsky: "..."

What's the matter with these two, can't they make some language that humans can use?

A hidden dialog box under the mouse's head rang, and a message came from an informant telling him that he had found an "interesting" thing.

"The murdered person appeared again as a suspected ghost, let me see..." He abandoned the dictionary on the bookshelf and clicked on the dialog box. Several blurred photos appeared in front of him, and Dostoevsky only glanced at it Just tilt your head and laugh lightly

In this country, a person with supernatural powers that was regarded as a secret weapon for the other country died at the hands of a boy from an orphanage who had just completed his life?Isn't that enough to make people laugh!

"Mr. Shibusawa, how did you manage to act independently away from the bones?"

Bai Qilin is a picky collector. The boy he cares about is definitely not an ordinary person. It is still unclear which one is the "treasure map", he or the boy who killed him.

Maybe it's time to find someone who has been taken advantage of and try it out for yourself.

It is not in line with the expectation of maximizing profits to sell only one piece of information, and it is worthwhile to find a few more buyers.Next time I come back, I can’t use this set of helpless and miserable characters. Although sympathy and pity are the shining points in women’s nature, I always use this... How should I put it, it feels a little strange there?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Ango Sakaguchi

a green head

Don't talk stupid things, Anwu, they are divorced, how can they be called green?

There will be another chapter to add more later, Mr. Count has already dared not go to add more...