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Shenqi was popularized about their group name. He was puzzled and said, "Mr. Zhongyuan is not Mafia? He is not a good person."

Dazai explained: "The dark things done by Port Mafia have never been brought to light, and they are a legal organization, and the management of lower-level personnel is very strict, so that people have the wrong perception that Port Mafia has always had a positive image. "

He flipped through the posts on the forum, and said angrily, "Why is Zhongyuanzhong the leader of our group? I don't accept it!"

Shenqi complained: "There is no need for this leader to fight."

The weird outfits of the two even make people wonder if they are idols.

Shenqi pulled up the mask and asked, "Mr. Dazai, where are we going?"

Osamu Dazai looked left and right, as if he didn't know where to go. He checked the map and prayed: "Go to a member of the detective agency who has quit the agency."

The whole square is a row of residential buildings, Dazai stopped in front of the building, and checked the address sent by Shimokuni Kida.

He knocked on the door and said, "Is there anyone inside?"

"No, go away."

Dazai took out a wire from nowhere, and easily pried open the door.

The room was very dark, the curtains were all drawn, and walking inside, only a lump of bulging quilt was seen.

"Senior Hanabag~"

"I told you I'm not here!"

It was summer, the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and the owner of the house was still wrapped in a thick quilt. Shenqi guessed: "Mr. Dazai, is it heat stroke?"

Dazai nodded and agreed, "It's possible!"

The person lying in the cup began to squirm, and he got up wrapped in a quilt, holding a small electric fan in his hand.

God prayed for a smell of sweat.

The man looked a bit scruffy, sweating profusely, with a slight stubble on his chin.

He half-opened his eyes and didn't seem to want to talk to Osamu Dazai.

"What are you doing here?"

Osamu Dazai handed over the phone: "Kunikida-kun is on a business trip."

Tian Shan Hanabou opened his eyes and looked at the content on the phone, it was a post.

He lay down again, huddled under the quilt, the small electric fan continued to work for a long time, and began to smoke.

Even though it was hot under the quilt, he didn't want to be separated from his Yoshiko.

"No way, I'm not comfortable physically and mentally at all, and I can't activate the supernatural ability."

The sweat on his forehead kept dripping down. Isn't it normal for him to feel uncomfortable wrapped in a quilt in summer?

"But..." He tapped his phone a few times, and there was a new file on it, "I checked the post as soon as it came out, and I just found out where the person who posted it was."

Dazai picked up the phone and glanced at it: "Thank you, Senior Hanakou."

Tian Shan Huadai turned over and saw off the guest directly: "Close the door for me."

After leaving the small building, Shenqi couldn't help asking: "Mr. Dazai, who was that just now?"

"Hanabukuro Yamada, a former member of the detective agency, can control electronic devices within sight and the processing speed is dozens of times faster than others."

Dazai walked more and more remote with his prayers. There were no people around, and the surrounding area was surrounded by dense trees.

According to the poster's address given by Tianshan Hanabou, Osamu Dazai came to the former site of the detective agency - Wanxiangtang.

"Where is this place?"

They are now located in the outskirts of Yokohama, inaccessible.

Dazai pushed aside the vines entrenched outside the cave, and got into the cave.

The faint light of the flashlight illuminates the artificially dug passage.

Osamu Dazai said, "This is the former site of the detective agency, Wanxiangtang."

Since the detective agency moved to the city, the old site has been abandoned.

The only way to get to the interior of Wanxiang Hall is through this passage, which is equipped with surveillance cameras and is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Who would have thought that the hiding place of the people spreading rumors about the detective agency was actually in their own place.

"Mr. Dazai, be careful."

Shenqi pulled Dazai away, and there was a row of bullet marks where he was just now.

Bullets shot out from the front in an endless stream, and the only target of the attack was Osamu Dazai.

Shenqi's umbrella was left in the detective agency. Unlike him, Osamu Dazai could dodge bullets flexibly, so he took Dazai Osamu directly out of the cave.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the cave, the soil under my feet began to loosen.

"It's another bullet, another bomb, Mr. Dazai, how annoying are you?"

Osamu Dazai was carried by Shenqi and jumped among the trees. He was dissatisfied: "Who is so jealous of my handsomeness?"

In the empty Wanxiang hall, there is only one computer on it, and those who stayed on the stool have already left.

The red dots on the computer screen kept flashing, and the bombs that had been planted in advance began to explode one by one. After that, there was only the last red dot left on the computer screen, which coincided with the location of Wanxiangtang.

The last explosion sounded, and Wanxiangtang, the former site of the detective agency, was blown up.

The flames were soaring into the sky, and excitement flashed across Dazai Osamu's eyes. It is only fun to be an opponent with someone of equal strength.

He calmly took out his cell phone and made a quick call.

"Uncle firefighter, there's a fire here!"

God prayed: "..."

The two returned to the detective agency in disgrace, and Nakajima Atsushi was in the detective agency.

Dazai asked casually, "Have you hidden Kyoka-chan?"

Nakajima replied, "Kyoka and Ms. Haruno have returned to the countryside."

Nakajima glanced outside and closed the curtains on the window. He said cautiously, "Mr. Dazai, I found the sniper team monitoring the detective agency outside the agency."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand and said indifferently: "It should be someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. The photo of Kyoka's murder that broke out in the back of the post is real. You can find out Kyoka's true identity with a little research. The Supernatural Secret Service Division will not Let such a dangerous existence go outside."

Atsushi Nakajima worried: "What about Kyoka?"

Osamu Dazai said, "Let Kyoka not be exposed to others for now."

Shenqi was listening, and he couldn't understand the twists and turns.

Toru Amuro, who hadn't contacted him for a long time, suddenly sent him a text message. The content of the text message was very simple, so simple that God prayed that he felt a little inexplicable.

[Toru Amuro: God prays to you, please be careful when you go out recently. ]

Shenqi's text message asking "why" has not been replied by Amuro Toru.

Shenqi found a pair of glasses in the drawer, and he imitated the random steps and put the sunglasses on the glasses: "Super reasoning!"

He was wearing the clothes of Luanbu, and he suddenly put on black-rimmed glasses, which was somewhat similar to Luanbu.

His brain was empty, he had no clue at all, but felt a little hungry and it was time to eat.

A half-fool with a passable IQ, it's a bit embarrassing for him to think.

He slumped on the table and said, "It's hard to be a smart person, why didn't the detective agency clarify it directly."

"Clarify that no one will believe it. The content of the post is half-truth and half-false. Some are false but some are undeniable facts." Osamu Dazai said.

"That has nothing to do with me. Everything about me is fake."

What kind of crazy cat abuser, cats can't eat it.He's not interested in cat abuse at all.

"God pray, there are a few more photos of you in the post!"

Shenqi clicked on the post, and it was a photo of him playing with the three-flowered cat today.

His face is also mosaiced out in the photo, but the movement of him trying to turn the cat over to look at its genitals is particularly clear.

As soon as the photo was posted, his head was sprayed with dog blood immediately below the post.

5362#L Let go of Maomao and let me come.

What kind of cosmic villain is this?Still abusing cats!What kind of mosaic is this kind of villain, expose it to me!

6547#L Sanhuamao is the most precious treasure in the world.

Look at the three-flowered cat in his arms, the light of life has lost its eyes.

8965#L cat abuse biss

Woooooo, Sanhua Maomao is so pitiful.

……

Shenqi had question marks all over his head: "I'm clearly playing with cats."

Nakajima murmured in a low voice: "From the photos, God pray, you look like you are really abusing cats."

The other protagonist of the photo jumped up from the window sill with a dried fish in his mouth.

Shenqi immediately hugged it and shook its head: "Meow Star, am I playing with you and not abusing you?"

"Meow!!"

The three-flowered cat swallowed the dried fish, gathered up its energy and gave Shenqi another meowing punch.

After looking at Qi provocatively, he walked back to his cat's nest with graceful steps.

God prayed: "..."

It was so embarrassing to be bullied by a cat.

Shenqi got up and got into the cat's litter half alone to start a fight with Sanhuamao.

The cat meowed heart-piercingly, and the cat hair floating from its body was stained everywhere.

As soon as the post was refreshed, there were a few more pieces of irrefutable evidence of Shenqi's "abuse of cats".

Dazai looked at the photo, it looked like a screenshot of the surveillance camera, he found the small surveillance camera hidden under the desk through the angle of the photo.

Shenqi and the three-flowered cat fought for more than ten minutes, and finally one person and one cat were tired and started a truce.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Shenqi didn't stop and got off work on time.

He didn't go directly back to the High School of Conjuration, but went to the commercial street to buy chicken cakes.

I have eaten too much meat recently, and it feels a little greasy. He wants to change the taste.

He was eating chicken cakes, and was about to go to the hidden place to teleport back to the High School of Conjuration.

The subtle sound of breaking through the air caught Shenqi's attention, and he pulled down the umbrella at his waist in time.

The bullet collided with the umbrella bone and made a dull "clang" sound.

Tiny sparks come on and go off.

Shen Qi picked up the dropped bullet and returned the bullet intact.

The bullet embedded itself in the wall, and a few strands of golden hair fell to the ground.

There was no one to be seen where the muzzle of the gin was pointing.

He didn't aim at the vital point. The order from above was to capture the man alive and bring him back to the organization.

Qin Jiu didn't know what the organization's purpose of arresting a teenager was, and he didn't need to know, he just needed to complete the task assigned to him by the organization.

The task objective is difficult, and Gin feels a little tricky.

There is almost no information about the boy, except that he works part-time in a detective agency in Yokohama.

Except for working hours, he is almost invisible.

After observing for several days, Gin finally found an opportunity, but the target person was beyond his expectation.

Is this reaction a human should have?

Vodka held up the binoculars to look around, and the target they were staring at seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"could not find it."

Qin Jiu put away his gun and calmly said, "Mission failed, find another chance."

Shenqi, who was sent back to the high school, felt a little unlucky recently. First he became a cat abuser for no reason, and then he was assassinated.

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei found the person she was looking for, and she held up her mobile phone and circled Shenqi a few times.

"Senior, I didn't expect you to be so perverted and have the problem of cat abuse."

"I didn't abuse cats!" Shen Qi responded, "How do you know that I abused cats?"

"Tsk, are you really abusing cats? What a rotten person." Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei said with disgust.

Shenqi had a headache and said, "I didn't abuse the cat."

"Aren't you the senior on the post? You're holding an umbrella and you're wearing weird clothes. I recognized it right away."

God is feeling bad.

Sure enough, the next day everyone in the school knew that there was a pervert in the second grade who liked to abuse cats...