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

[Friendly reminder to the host, the target's trust value has increased by five points!The current trust value is: 40 points! 】

The temperature from the place where the palms touched made Yu Gongcui slightly bend her eyes.

The emotional exchange between people is never equal.Even if you are sure that you have given 100% loyalty, the attitude of the other party is still calm and hesitant, and the trust is slowly raised a little bit, and he is still unwilling to hand over all the leeway at once, and firmly holds the initiative in his hands inside.

This made him a little competitive.

After returning to the station, there was almost no time to rest, and they began to check the conditions of other hiding places prepared in advance.

After today's meeting, the port mafia will definitely use all its strength to encircle and suppress the rats in the house of death. I'm afraid they will never go back to the days of quiet recuperation.

Collect what should be paper documents and destroy what should be destroyed. Amamiya Cui, who doesn't know the layout of the house yet, is pressed on the sofa by Fyodor, watching the young man with his back turned to him and busy busy, so free to start playing own hair.

"Fei Jia, Fei Jia!"

The young man whose name was called hummed, straightened up, and did not turn around.

"Is there something? Now is not the time to chat."

Yugong Cui Mao Mao felt wronged, and lay down on the armrest of the sofa and looked at him helplessly.

"Then give me an order, I can help too."

Fyodor turned his head, and when they looked at each other, he seemed to want to raise his head and stroke his head.

But in the end, he withdrew his hand, picked up the laptop from the table, and stuffed this "toy" into his arms like dismissing a coquettish kitten.

"Then let's read the information for a while, and give me the prototype of the next plan. Hurry up, I'll finish it soon."

Seeing the black-haired boy obediently buried in the screen, he stared at the other's fluffy hair for a while, then walked back to the desk and continued to sort out the scattered files.

When the last piece of paper was cut into miserable strips by the shredder, Fyodor pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh of relief.

The person on the sofa hadn't moved for a long time, and he couldn't help but wondered "did he fall asleep?" and walked towards the figure hiding behind the computer screen, which was even more slender and thinner because of the curled up posture.

The latter raised his head from behind the bend of his arms, and his face looked towards this side with obvious sleepiness.

"Tired?"

He leaned over slightly, smoothed the fur of the cat that was rubbing against him, and gently pressed the part behind the ear, getting a satisfied purring sound.

"You can go to sleep for a while. In such a short time, the port mafia can't get here yet."

Yu Gongcui lay flat on the sofa with all four limbs flat, enjoying the massage in a relaxed manner, and hummed like a dream.

"I don't want...don't you let me make a plan, Fedya?"

Fyodor felt a little amused, and asked cooperatively.

"So, what happened to the plan?"

"I have no idea."

Reluctantly cheering up, the boy's eyes were more scattered than usual due to sleepiness.

"After all, Fei Jia never told me what the goal I want to achieve is right?"

There is nothing to hide.

What he intends is always to "eliminate all people with supernatural powers in this world".

In order to completely wipe out this group that does not exist because of it, and free the world from the negative effects of this cancer, he needs the help of the root manifestation that can rewrite the facts——"book".

"That's why they wandered around and provoked disputes, because the whereabouts of the 'book' are currently unknown, and we can only hope that Yokohama will be reduced to ruins, and it will emerge from the ruins."

Yu Gongcui closed her eyes halfway, and the guess she murmured was affirmed by the young man without words.

He raised his spirits a little bit, and squinted his eyes to look at the other party.

"However, 'A person with supernatural powers is the embodiment of evil'—how did Fei Jia come to a conclusion about this point?"

The gentle pressing behind the ears and temples stopped.Fyodor withdrew his hand and was silent for two or three seconds, ready for a long talk.

"Actually, we discussed this before, and Amamiya agrees with me. Although I don't remember it now, when I faced Osamu Dazai, the 'combination of ideas' I said was not a simple lie to anger him. "

"—Or, have you changed your mind now?"

The attitude of the young man is sincere and gentle enough, as if he is discussing a certain academic issue calmly.

However, the current Amamiya Cui is not interested in philosophical issues like the world, let alone risking angering the other party by expounding diametrically opposed ideas.

He just blinked innocently, and stretched out his hand to hold Fyodor's right wrist hanging beside him.

"So, Fei Jia actually wants to save the world!"

Shocked by this kingly and passionate expression, the young man opened his mouth hesitantly, but couldn't find any words to refute for a while.

Seeing this, Yu Gongcui laughed out loud, exerted a little force on her hand, and shook the dry and soft right hand with a little scent of ink remaining.

"I don't have a reason to disagree, do I? You always like to ask questions knowingly—"

He stared at the other person's downcast eyes for a moment, letting himself be immersed in the shimmering wine red.

"Idea or something... Even if I want to destroy the world, I will stand by Fei Jia's side."

The hand held in the palm curled up slightly, and the pulse beat faster.

Previously, she expressed doubts about the topic of "supernatural beings are evil", but what Amamiya Tsui really wanted to talk about was actually another topic that Fyodor was unprepared for.

"Exclude yourself anyway," he protested, puffing his cheeks. "As an agent of the will of the gods, don't put the name of a sinner on your head!"

To start a war to punish other sinners, because the purpose is noble, so can you advertise your innocence?

Not really.

Fyodor seemed to be facing a child who didn't know the world, letting the other party hold his hand and trying to act like a baby, speaking childish and innocent words.

Although his eyes were smiling and his expression was tolerant, the impact of those words on his firm belief was like a few wisps of breeze blowing across a majestic mountain, without even picking up a trace of dust, it just dissipated.

"'I am innocent'—the reason why Amamiya said this is only out of preference for me."

Looking at the whole world, perhaps only such a person would pardon him.

but.

"Although I feel happy, but unfortunately, that is not true."

In order to punish the evil, Lian himself had to embark on the blood-stained road of thorns.The crimes carried by the individual named Fyodor may have gradually accumulated to be heavier than all the guys he has encountered so far...but there is nothing to shake.

That is the price that must be paid for the sake of a spotless and brave new world.

And when he took this step, he was ready to accept punishment.

Yu Gongcui grinned, and gasped as if her teeth were sore.

"It's really strict, my lord."

Suddenly he felt curious again: "If you don't even let yourself go, I must be on the list, right?"

The young man smiled softly, and gently touched his forehead with his free hand, like a priest baptizing a lost lamb.

"There won't be any pain, it'll just be...'disappeared.'"

After giving an affirmative answer without emotion, he spread his five fingers and combed the boy's slightly messy black hair as if to comfort him.

"It will disappear with me. Although it will be explained again, isn't this something Cui would like to see?"

【Because for you now, I am the only value. 】

Sure enough, the black-haired boy rolled his eyes happily.

"—yes, I'd love to."

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In the huge Yokohama, there are really many places where people can hide.

Even though the port mafia searched around like crazy wild dogs, and almost touched the corner of his clothes several times, the Rat of the Dead House, who changed his station several times in the next few months, lived in peace.

The situation in Yokohama is also gradually developing towards what Fyodor planned.

With the slight traces left on purpose, the lower-level members of Hong Kong/Black were exhausted, and even had several conflicts with the Supernatural Secret Service Section.

Members of the Armed Detective Agency have long been asking for information about Amamiya Tsui's disappearance, but Osamu Dazai responded indifferently, and the relationship between the two parties has been deadlocked for a long time.

After the Rat of the Dead House informed the development of the incident through the mouth of others, the former's reaction was even more intense. The furious Akutagawa Ryunosuke rushed to the base of the port mafia alone and almost demolished half of the building.

The atmosphere became more tense day by day, to the point where ordinary people began to feel uneasy.

Explosions and gunshots rang out in the corners of the city from time to time. Facing groups of men in black hurrying past, people could only exchange a glance in secret, then lower their heads and speed up their pace, silently praying that no bad luck would happen to his head.

Fyodor, who was sitting in the drink shop, picked up his teacup and stopped looking at the street.

He silently took a sip of the steaming drink, waited until the leisure tea time passed, and then stood up, letting Yu Gongcui humming a song to put on the white cloak that he took off earlier.

"It's time to move on to the next step."

The young man raised his hand and rubbed the other party's black hair to show his appreciation, "The plan went so smoothly, and Amamiya should take a large part of the credit."

He stepped out of the store first, not noticing the expression of the young man behind him tilting his head in thought.

The next step—that is, the final step of intensifying conflicts and instigating a struggle between the three parties, thus throwing Yokohama into flames of war.

But Fei Jia's trust in him was only a little over 40 points.

Want to spend more time with each other, want to be trusted more... Obviously, the so-called system didn't make any requirements, but as long as the number is clearly placed there, he can't help but look at it, and then have expectations. hope.

Curiosity about the "big gift package" mentioned by the system has to be placed in the back row instead.

Although there was no feeling of regret or dissatisfaction, he still sighed in a pretentious manner.

Running out of time.

The trust of sixty points seems to be out of reach after all.