Miss Port Mafia Online Green Slaughter

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"Jiji," "Jiji".

Zhong Yuanzhong was also woken up by the chirping sparrows outside the door, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, the first thing he saw was a bright morning light.The azure sky still has that cool tone, plus a layer of warm golden color which is lightly swept across, it is inexplicably beautiful and dreamy.

"Ah, it's only eight o'clock."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched and sat up from the bed, and even glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside with sleepy eyes, the time was still very early.

It's better to get up first, I don't know if there is any temporary work arranged today.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought so, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom stepping on the soft and comfortable cotton.

Ten minutes later, Nakahara Nakaya came out of the bathroom and was fully dressed. He was no longer sleepy, and his whole body was refreshed.

He took off the long black windbreaker from the hanger, Nakahara Nakaya walked to the door while wearing it, adjusted the position of the neckline, unscrewed the door and walked out, just after walking out the door, a scent of sweet soy milk and soft breakfast wafted come over.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look downstairs, Hong Jiaodong, Jiu Lanshu, and D had already woken up early, and even bought breakfast and placed it in front of each of them in three portions. Eating quietly at the round table.

Next to the round table is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The sunflowers on the balcony are full of vigor and vitality, and the golden sunlight comes in from the transparent glass window, which looks very warm.

There is a feeling of home.

"Chuya." D was facing in the direction of Chuya, and was the first to see Chuya coming out, smiling slightly and waving at him. "Come to have breakfast."

I don’t know if it’s because the atmosphere is too warm, so when I saw D smiling for the first time, I couldn’t use the words gorgeous and romantic on him. Instead, there was a kind of…unbelievable thing called maternal love. .

Sure enough, he still didn't wake up.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also touched his nose, and in the short time D greeted Zhong Ye, Jiu Lanshu, who was eating elegantly, and Hong Jiao Dong, who was silently and quietly lowering his head and eating breakfast slowly, also looked over.

"........."

Damn, what is the sense of sight in front of this kind of parents and children eating breakfast warmly, seeing guests coming and politely greeting them with question marks?

God damn Jiu Lanshu's father, d's mother, boom baby!

*****

Zhong Yuanzhong also hastily settled the breakfast with a fucking mood.Before leaving the house, I received a call from a stranger.Nakaya's icy blue eyes stared suspiciously at the phone number that jumped on the phone.

It feels strangely familiar.

"Zhong Ye." Hong raised his quiet eyes suspiciously. "Why not?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when Hong was speaking, D gave a chuckle of unknown meaning, and Jiu Lanshu, who was standing beside D, also looked over faintly.Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at them suspiciously, and pressed the call button.

Now is a special period for Hong Kong gangsters and armed detective agencies. If you are not sure that the other party has collected useful information and calls, you would rather receive a spam call than press it.

"Hello, Zhongya Zhongyuan."

Zhongyuan Zhong also answered the phone and reported his home first. The other end of the phone was very quiet, except for the sound of electric current, there was only a slight sound of slow breathing. Zhong also held the phone in front of him suspiciously, and glanced at the inexplicably familiar display without notes.

Spam calls?

Just as Zhongyuan Zhong thought about it, there was a pleasant low laughter from the other end of the phone, slow, lazy, gentle, soft and waxy, with a hidden temptation of deliberately softening.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai called Chuya's name slowly, with a long, low and gentle ending. "I'm Osamu Dazai."

Of course I know you are Osamu Dazai!

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly, "If you have any latest information on cooperation, don't be verbose."

"Chuya really has no patience." Osamu Dazai smiled lowly. "That's right, there is new information, and I wanted to tell Chuya myself, so I called."

The shallow and lazy breath seemed to be sprayed on Zhongye's ear, inexplicably making Zhongyuan Zhongye rub his earlobe subconsciously, feeling the scalding heat of the earlobe as if he had been scalded, and retracted it inconceivably.

What are you doing, why are his ears so red!How nice the voice on the other side is, and how good-looking they are, they can't hide the fact that the other side is a stick! !

wake up you!And why did Osamu Dazai say these things, deliberately tease him?

"I don't have time to waste for you." Nakahara Chuya thought about Dazai Osamu's flirtatious heart and club, his eyes became cold, and his voice was also cold. "Time, place, shift."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave a concise summary, and there seemed to be a low sigh from the other end of the phone, as if there was nothing he could do about him, and there was a faint pampering of "I really can't do anything about you", which made him unconsciously There was a chill.

Osamu Dazai hasn't learned his lesson yet, is he still playing with his own ideas?

Nakahara Chuya felt sick all over his body when he thought of this, but Dazai Osamu accepted that vague pampering and ambiguity, his voice was still soft, but it was in a business-like tone.

"We found a suspicious person in the next city, please Nakahara Chuya and your partner rush to the airport before 10 o'clock."

I don't know whether Osamu Dazai added some syllables when he uttered the word "partner" on purpose or not.Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally noticed this, and frowned slightly, without deliberately pointing it out, and hung up the phone casually.

"Got it, hang up."

"...Ah, that's right. Chuya, this is my private mobile phone number. Save it and ask you out for a drink when I have time."

Osamu Dazai smiled and listened to the expected 'dududu' voice in his ear, stretched out his finger and pressed the hang up option neatly.

Ala.The little slug really hasn't changed at all, his temper is still so violent and impulsive.Well, what better surprise to give him when he goes to the next city?Why don't we just have a toilet play on the plane, and it seems good to hold people up against the sink.

Osamu Dazai placed his mobile phone gently on the table in a good mood, crossed his hands under his chin, and lay on the back of the chair with a smile, thinking about nasty things.Unexpectedly, he heard a voice behind him that was neither salty nor dull.

"Dazai." Ranbu bit the potato chips with a crisp sound, crunched and licked his fingers after eating a piece of potato chips. "As a colleague, let me give you a piece of advice."

Osamu Dazai blinked his kite-colored peach eyes in bewilderment, turned to look at Ranbu, and smiled innocently. "What advice?"

"You can't be too deadly in life."

Osamu Dazai suddenly laughed, smiling openly like an uninformed and complicated young man, but his iris-colored eyes flashed darkly.He looked sideways at Mr. Ranbu and shrugged innocently.

He deliberately pretended not to understand the hint in Ranbu's tone.

"Ah, Mr. Ranpo, what are you talking about. I just like to commit suicide with vigor and vitality. What's wrong with dying?"

Responding to Osamu Dazai, Ranpo took out another potato chip from the snack bag, and there was a crunchy sound of biting it. It was obvious that Ranpo was too lazy to deal with this guy who was keen on killing himself.

Well.

Luanbu bit the potato chips and thought about it: For Mr. Suicide Maniac who is keen on killing himself, he will try his best to get back to the person he likes in the future, but it is a pity that the other party withdraws his feelings or something...

It doesn't seem bad.

*****

When Chuya Nakahara and Jiulanshu arrived at the airport before ten o'clock, Kunikida and Osamu Dazai, who had his hands wrapped in bandages and put them in the pockets of his windbreaker, had been waiting for a while.

"Mr. Nakahara." Kunikida pushed his glasses, took out two plane tickets from his bag and handed them to Nakahara Chuya and Jiulanshu. "Here's the ticket."

"Thank you."

Chuya Nakahara thanked politely, his blue pupils glanced at the city name of the plane ticket, "What are they doing in the next city?"

"They provoked a dispute between the two gangs, so it's chaotic over there now." Kunikida seemed a little reluctant, but he still spoke bluntly. "If Mr. Zhongyuan is here, it will be a guarantee for this trip."

Whether he is willing to admit it or not, Chuya of the Central Plains has the strongest combat effectiveness, which he cannot deny even if he is in the hostile camp.

Zhongyuan Zhonghui nodded in agreement.

"There are still 10 minutes to board the plane, let's wait a little bit." Kunikida just said that the phone rang, he said sorry, took the phone and quickly went to a quiet corner.

Tsk, although we are talking about cooperation, we still have to take precautions in matters within the organization.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered in his heart. He was quite aware that everyone was extremely reluctant to cooperate now, so he understood the situation very well.

However, why did this guy follow along?Is he capable of fighting?Hypochondria and shaking m are also used for waste. Is there really no one in the armed detective agency?

Nakahara glanced at Dazai Osamu who was lazily tucking his hands in the sand-colored windbreaker, and turned his gaze away, but the latter put his hand on Nakahara Nakaya's shoulder as if unconsciously, bent down deliberately and brought his lips to Nakahara Nakaya In the ear, the lazy and gentle voice is soft and waxy.

"Is my mobile phone number saved in China?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to be looking at a fool, and slapped his hoof off his shoulder with a "slap". "Why should I save your phone number?"

"Eh? Is Chuya so straightforward." Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks in grievance, and his innocent and pretty face was aggrieved. "But I think what to do if you get hit and don't answer the phone, it's too much to hit."

"???" Zhong Yuan Zhong also expressed sincere condolences: "Are you out of your mind? Why should I answer your call? What do you want me to do? Hit you?"

Dazai Osamu rubbed the back of his hand that was hurt from the beating, lowered his eyes to see a red mark on the back of his hand, heard Zhong's impolite question, curled up the corners of his lips, and moved closer.

"Ah, of course it's because listening to Chuya's voice makes me feel better."

The author has something to say: I don’t think it’s cool enough for Chuya to recover his memory and let Dazai overturn his car, so I let Dazai use his proud trick to play Chuya in the palm of his hand, and it will be more exciting to overturn the car again. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Put the warning here first,