How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

"Pushkin's supernatural ability is recorded in the data, you should be clear about it."

"'Plague epidemic banquet'? A murderous virus in which only one of the two infected can survive. It is indeed a good way to cause disputes. I see, I understand why Fei Jia led me out."

The two were chatting and walking on the bustling street, not even giving a glance to Quan Jinghua who followed behind her while hiding her whereabouts cautiously.

Yu Gongcui put her hands in her pockets, and when she was talking, she turned her head to look at Fyodor, who was calm, with a cheerful smile on her lips.

"Use me as a bait to lure Izumi Jinghua, use Izumi Jinghua as a bait to lure out the high-level cadres directly under the back, let Pushkin do something in the battle, and thus pull the port mafia into the water-another infected person was chosen as an armed detective The Society or the Supernatural Secret Service Division?"

With just a brief mention, the plan has been thoroughly analyzed.

Fyodor was slightly surprised, but had an intuitive understanding of the boy's abilities.

If there was a slight mistake in the meticulous trap that was exhausted before, it is estimated that it would not be possible to snatch this person, right?In the final analysis, I still have to thank Osamu Dazai who pushed him away.

Yu Gongcui followed the young man and left the main road, wandering around in increasingly remote alleys, until he met the short and fat man Pushkin who was waiting in advance at the designated place, and then stopped by coincidence.

The alley behind was empty, echoing with a few birdsong from nowhere.

Pushkin chuckled, and mercilessly fired a few bullets into the shadows at the corner, forcing the long-haired girl in kimono to show her figure. She clenched the phone on her chest with one hand, and looked at the girl with complicated eyes. side.

Yu Gongcui asked casually: "Is there no one else?"

Fyodor beside him smiled when he heard the words: "Be patient."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge white tiger leaped out from behind Quan Jinghua, and landed silently with a lightness posture completely inconsistent with its size. After blocking a few bullets that splashed sparks, it turned into a man with a black leather collar around his neck. Excited teenager.

Atsushi Nakajima, the guerrilla captain of the port mafia known as the "White Death".

He behaved even more irrationally than Quan Jinghua who hesitated and never attacked. He overtook the command of the brain and rushed forward a few steps recklessly, with an eager expression as if he was going straight to Yu Gongcui's arms.

Although he was finally pulled by the corner of the clothes by the girl behind him and stopped with difficulty, his eyes were still reluctantly stuck to the senior, focusing on the bandaged forehead.

Before she had time to speak, Yu Gongcui, who was being stared at over there, had already laughed.

"It seems that I have a good friendship with the guerrilla captain." He turned his head and looked at Fyodor who was watching the development of the situation. The latter's wine-red pupils looked like clear rubies under the sun, "Is this person okay?" ?”

After pondering for a while, the young man nodded lightly, indicating that Pushkin, who had already been unable to restrain himself, was ready.

"His special ability is a bit special, and the port mafia should protect him. Since he is hooked, let's use this chess piece."

As soon as his words fell, Atsushi Nakajima, who was still a little dazed, shrank his pupils suddenly.

It wasn't because he realized how fatal the danger was, but because he saw that senior—the senior who took good care of himself and tried his best to tolerate him in the past few years, raised his gun in this direction without hesitation at this moment.

The target is undoubtedly himself.

The white-haired boy called out "Senior?" in disbelief, maybe because he couldn't accept the reality, or because he wanted to test something, he stood there without moving.

But for Yu Gongcui, there is nothing to hesitate.

It's just a stranger who glanced at the file.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, aiming at the knee of Atsushi Nakajima, who had never turned into a tiger.Seeing that the meritorious service was about to be accomplished, the bullet was blocked by Quan Jinghua with a dagger at the nick of time.

Pushkin smiled grimly and was about to rush forward. Just as he stepped forward with his right foot, there was already a row of smoking craters in front of him.

If he hadn't reacted fast enough to stop the movement in time, he probably had already said goodbye to his entire right foot by this time.

Except for Atsushi Nakajima, who was in a trance, there was no reaction, and everyone in the field turned their attention to the place where the gunshots sounded.Two young men walked slowly one after the other from the alley, the orange-haired one pressed the top hat on his head, and the Glo/K in his right hand was emitting faint blue smoke.

Fyodor opened his eyes slightly.

Compared with Chuya Nakahara, who made a high-profile appearance, his attention was more focused on the silent, non-stop staring at the smiling Amamiya. Because he noticed something, the black man who was frowning gradually tightened his eyes. Send it to the youth.

——Without a doubt, it was Osamu Dazai.

However, the ordinary traitor hunt has attracted the leader of the port mafia in such a short period of time... Is this really necessary?

[There are many members of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai can ignore one Amamiya Tsui. 】

The first time that person's expression came into his eyes, he overturned this conclusion.

So concerned that you came here in a hurry, do you love it very much, or do you hate it so much?

Maybe both.

A hunch pointing to a certain fact gradually becomes clear.Fyodor didn't hesitate anymore, and called out Amamiya Cui's name softly and slowly.

The boy responded with a lively tone, twirled his hand/gun nimbly at his fingertips and inserted it back into his waist, ran up to him with a smile on his face, and put his chin on his shoulder intimately.

As expected, the other party's gaze firmly fixed on this side became more gloomy and murderous, without any concealment at all, it was almost materialized and spewed out, drowning the entire alley with strong malice.

[I won the grand prize. 】

Fyodor didn't seem to realize it, he smiled lightly and raised his hand to rub the boy's messy black hair.

Osamu Dazai on the opposite side finally couldn't hold back anymore, he jumped over the standing still Atsushi Nakajima step by step, and got closer to this disgusting rat.

The closer you get, the more details you can capture, and the more obvious the sense of abnormality.

Eyes, movements, expressions.Even though the years of lurking in Hong Kong/Black were to gain my own trust, human nature cannot always pretend.

I am always used to putting myself in the position of taking care of others, obsessed with the initiative to control all kinds of relationships, and never allow myself to lose my temper in public.

Like a deep lake in the forest, it has an inert calm that is not disturbed by external objects.

Such a person, no matter what, it is impossible to do this kind of——

Sticky and coquettish.

After receiving a perfunctory response, she showed a pure joyful expression.

It seems that there is only one person with all eyes and hearts, and it is pleasant to be watched.

It's like an artificial product that has been mixed with too much industrial saccharin, and it is full of deliberate taste from head to toe.

The heart was stabbed by the surge of hatred, and at the same time, staring at the glaring white bandage looming between the boy's black hair, he couldn't help convulsing due to some terrible guess.

"Disgusting rat who can't see the light," didn't even show the usual frivolous smile, rather than asking questions, it was more like the final judgment before sending the prisoner to hell, "What did you do?"

The smile on Fyodor's face deepened.

The burgundy and iris eyes looked at each other, and the victor was more composed, holding the cruel malice that would make him feel happy, showing off the spoils in his hands naked.

"Long time no see, the leader of the port mafia." He said slowly, "Although you ask this question, you already have a guess in your heart, right? Just be sure."

Amamiya Tsui, who was lying on Fyodor's shoulder, tilted her head and clicked her tongue, clearly puzzled.

"It looks like you care about it. Don't you forget to use your acting skills at this time? It's too hypocritical—after all, isn't it all due to your choice?"

The disgusted look he showed when facing the rat, and the cautious attitude of discarding all the words of the former into non-recyclable waste, all disappeared in an instant.

The kite-colored eyes that were not wrapped in bandages opened wide suddenly, and the lips parted subconsciously, trembling silently.

--Do not.

It was you who never chose me before that.

However, when he got up that afternoon, the secretary waiting in the living room was evasive, refusing to stop at the ring box on the table, with a strange expression... He wondered, if the ring was given out at that time, what would happen now? will be different?

too late.It's impossible to even recover.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes slightly, his face had completely lost all color and turned pale.He clenched the facts tightly, and retorted with a slightly hoarse voice, his eyes seemed to swallow the smiling young man opposite him whole.

"I think, from your current standpoint, that's a fairly correct judgment—"

Fyodor gave a chuckle and interrupted him in good time.

"Ah, there are some innocuous things, I seem to have forgotten to tell you." The young man said softly, "Yu Gongcui is not my eyeliner, and I never intend to betray you."

There was a dead silence in the narrow alley.

Only fragments of birdsong remained, colliding and echoing between the dirty concrete walls.

"impossible."

Even though he thought he was immune to the mouse's despicable words, at that moment, there was still an invisible dark flame rising in his chest, slowly eating away at and burning the soft internal organs.

I thought it was something I had always longed for, but the playful eyes of the other party, and the traces of torture exposed under the cuffs when Yu Gongcui raised her forearm, all made people feel suffocated.

So much so that I would rather believe it was a lie.

"Is it because of the evidence?"

Fyodor looked gentle, as if sharing the results of his previous work with his partner, with a natural and friendly attitude.

"It's no wonder that those things took me a lot of energy. While paying attention not to be discovered by Cui, while leading the conversation in a direction that is sufficient to arouse suspicion, we must also pay attention to 'inadvertently' leaving evidence... in the port mafia Gossip is the easiest part."

He casually tucked a strand of black hair behind his ears, his brows and eyes were curved, and he showed a bright smile.

"The most important thing is, I still want to thank you for your cooperation."