The strongest working girl in Yokohama

Vortex Cafe.

Located on the first floor of a brick red building at the crossroads near Motomachi Commercial Street in Yokohama, the environment is elegant and the decoration is classic. The store plays calming classical music, which is integrated with the aroma of coffee in the air. It is refreshing .

At least Nanazi liked the environment here very much.

When the door of the store was opened, the small bronze bell at the door jingled, and the young lady with curly hair dressed as a Japanese-style maid greeted her with an amiable and professional smile: "Welcome—is it Miss you?" place?"

Nanazi looked beyond the colorful windows and saw the male store manager behind the mahogany bar who was making drinks under the warm orange upside-down lanterns, and the brick waiting here with three sets of sofa sets with mahogany and green cushions. Man with short red hair.

"I'm here to find my friend, over there."

"Ah, it's Mr. Oda's friend." The waitress immediately smiled sweetly and invited Nanako to the place where Sakunosuke Oda was, "Please——"

The study in the past two days is not fruitless, at least now Nanazi has learned...

make up.

That's right, the girl changed into a set of light green bare-shouldered long skirts among a large number of lo skirts sent by a well-known dress shop a few days ago. An exquisite green small round bag, even curling the long golden hair, landed on the chest that seemed a little more abrupt.

Oda Sakunosuke almost didn't recognize who it was for a moment.

"Meet you again, Mr. Oda Saku." The girl in the foreign skirt bowed slightly to say hello, her jelly-colored lips were opened and closed tenderly, and then she sat gracefully across from Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke: "Ah... oh, it's Kira? You are dressed very special today."

Nanazi nodded: "Yes, I heard that girls my age who dress up cutely will be very popular."

Oda Sakunosuke always felt that the green body on the little girl was not green. Although it is not good to talk about it as soon as they meet, he still worried about the friend who brought the little girl to show off: "You and Dazai are with each other. Well, it's still..."

"I'm going to look for him in the afternoon, and we'll talk about it later." There was still half a cup of steaming coffee in front of Odasaku, and Nanako gave the drink order she needed to the waiter waiting on the side. "Please give me a cup of bubble tea with ice, thank you."

In addition to the smell of coffee, she also smelled the aroma of milk tea just now, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Okay, please wait a moment." Although the waitress wanted to hear gossip, she went to prepare immediately.

"Ah, this afternoon..." Oda Sakunosuke was also concerned about his friend's whereabouts after leaving the port of Mafia, "Is Dazai okay now?"

"Shouldn't it? Dazai should be a person with a strong vitality." Nanako didn't want to say much about the fact that she didn't know the specific situation. "Compared to this, as a gift to celebrate your entry, Mr. Odasaku, I It should be considered good news for you.”

"Oh?"

"About the five children you adopted." Seeing the relaxed expression of Oda Sakunosuke, Nanako immediately became serious and quiet, "Because they are all good children, so they arranged a good reincarnation family. Of course, the specific whereabouts It is to be kept secret."

Oda Sakunosuke didn't react for a moment, blinked his eyes blankly: "...Huh?"

"Anyway, I'm here to tell you this. Compared with the unfortunate loss of family members in this life in the Dragon Head War, the next life will be living in an ordinary and peaceful family, which is very good."

Oda Sakunosuke let out a soft hiss: "Kirara, what are you..."

"Shh." Nanazi raised her index finger and blinked her expressionless but cute head tilted. "Speaking of which, what is Dragon Head War?"

The reason why she was arranged in Yokohama by Teacher Ghost Lamp was because of the so-called "too many people died in the dragon head war, hell is almost overwhelmed, so you go and watch it".

If you really want to know, just investigate the database of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

So she was just looking for a topic to continue communicating with - the purpose of her trip had been accomplished, but it seemed very impolite to leave immediately.

Let's just talk about the future from the past, and care about the other party's new workplace by the way.

because……

[The milk tea in this store tastes really good, I want to refill or try something else. 】

In short, it is also very important to learn to enjoy the ease and beauty of life, and to free yourself from the heavy life planning... right?

Miss Daji said so.

Too busy life will make people lose things more important than work and survival... What's more, the current self is not without viability, so it's okay to share some experiences?

"Two more sandwiches, please, thank you."

Don't know how it compares to Mr. Amuro's sandwich at Café Poirot.

Well, the other party has turned back into Mr. Furutani Rei from the public security department, so I'm afraid it's impossible to have any time to work and make sandwiches.

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Tokyo.

"So, the murderer is you, Mr. Kojima."

The blond young man dressed in British detective checkered style, wearing a vine-purple peaked cap and brown sunglasses told the truth of the case in a cold and impersonal tone.Not far from him, a black-haired young man in a sand-colored long trench coat seemed to be an indifferent spectator wandering outside the world, watching the farce-like rebuttals with those iris eyes full of boredom, and telling the story The elevator that pushed the reasoning to the climax fell tragically to death.

"So that's it, it's such an ability." Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and Shi Shiran followed his mission target [Murder Detective] and left the scene amidst the noise.

The Investigator of the Ability Secret Service Division, who was in charge of the aftermath, grabbed his colleague's arm in a panic and asked, "Didn't the newcomer say that he could stop Ayatsuji-sensei's ability to avoid accidental death!"

The man being questioned witnessed all this with a vicissitudes of life on his face: "Probably..."

"What is [probably]!"

"In short, Mr. Dazai will be in charge of Mr. Ayatsuji's affairs." The social animal man sighed, "He has already submitted a report [reconfirmation monitoring plan for super-dangerous supernatural ability Ayatsuji pedestrian's supernatural ability needs to be actually observed]."

"..."

"Don't go too deep into the matter of that man." The social animal man warned his younger generation, "It's better to say that those two people as a partner...is a combination that is completely unimaginable, and just looking at it will make people shudder."

……

Ayatsuji Xingren felt an unusual chill from the bottom of his heart when the new supervisor allowed his abilities to go berserk.

Ayatsuji Xingren, code-named [Murder Detective], the ability [another] can be activated by accepting commissions to testify against criminals related to murder cases, and the result is that no matter whether the criminal escapes or not, he will die in various accidents.

Just like just now, the prisoner fled into the elevator in a panic under the outflanking time lag...then the elevator crashed.

Because of this ability that would inevitably cause death, he was included in the scope of high-risk S-level supernatural powers by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. It is said that he will be brought up for discussion in weekly meetings, but there is no specific solution every time.

The surveillance personnel changed wave after wave. Although they were all stupid ordinary people, it wasn't much fun to tease them.

Even if he complained that the people who dissed and dissed the Special Agents Division to monitor him were all useless guys... Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at the black-haired youth who was standing next to him and who was about the same height as him.

The young man who looked capable, reliable, upright and humble with a handsome face immediately showed a friendly smile.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian slowly took a deep breath of tobacco to force himself to calm down.

Osamu Dazai, a former port mafia cadre, somehow changed his job to join the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and somehow his resume is so clean that people know it's wrong and can't find any evidence.

Even though the appearance looks refreshing and sunny, as long as you look at the dark essence occasionally revealed in those iris-colored eyes, you will understand that he is a person who should be monitored or even directly imprisoned than yourself.

The new director of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Mr. Sanjo, who is said to be not a man but a god... what the hell is he doing?

Sitting in the co-pilot of the bulletproof car, Ayatsuji pedestrians listened to Dazai in the driver's seat start the car with familiarity and elegance, and drove their exclusive monitoring vehicle back to the office smoothly.

"You didn't stop it just now, why?"

"Of course it is to verify the ability of Mr. Ayatsuji." The black-haired young man's voice was gentle and comfortable, like a perfect senior assistant, making it impossible to find a trace of fault, "It won't happen after this, after all, even if it is a murderer's life. human life."

"Although Ayatsuji-sensei has killed many people with his supernatural powers, he doesn't actually approve of such behavior." Dazai smiled lightly, and the lonely and deep atmosphere was brewing around him again, "He is a very kind person. people."

Ayatsuji Xingren: ...It seems like a curse for you to say this.

Ayatsuji pedestrian did not answer.He didn't feel any emotion or purpose from this minor who was five years younger than himself, as if he had given up looking for the goal of living, and was just a puppet that existed in the world according to inertia or a certain setting.

— no different from those exquisite puppets in his basement, only smarter and more dangerous.

The car drove into an ordinary street.

It was an old red brick building facing the road, with only a narrow entrance on the first floor.At first glance, there is really nothing special on this street, except that there is a sign of [Ayatsuji Detective Agency].

In fact, the entire building of the office was bought by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to monitor the extremely dangerous level of supernatural powers, murder detective Ayatsuji Xingren.

Even on the tall building across the road, the sniper is on standby, ready to deal with this superhuman at any time.

This is an unremarkable old street, most of the shops are old brands, some closed down and listed for sale, some have a fixed source of customers, in short, there are few people, and there will be no one among the shop operators to find out the truth about others origin.

However, in such a street, in front of the dilapidated red brick building, stood a green-haired girl in a lo skirt.

She is a rare bright color on this street.

"...guest?" Ayatsuji pedestrian was a little confused.

His firm has never been publicized, and basically only handles commissions from government departments, especially the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

It's not like a walking bjd...

Ayatsuji pedestrian subconsciously turned his head to look at the "doll" on the driver's seat.

However, when the girl turned her head to look here, the monitor he thought had never shown any emotion was shaken.

The iris-colored eyes that were as silent as the abyss were lit up by the scorching green.

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The author has something to say:

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Dazai: It was so green that my heart skipped a beat, and I almost died in a car accident with the murder detective.

Ayatsuji pedestrian:? ? ?

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