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Yuriko Suzuke squatted on the balcony, listening indifferently to all the plans of the two people and the afia organization they were in, and then returned to her room calmly.

Since I opened the window on purpose before, after going out for a while, the strong breath of the curse spirit in the room has almost dissipated.

She looked at the clock on the wall, it was pointing to a quarter past nine in the evening.Because the TV was not turned on, there was no sound in the room, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if someone was strangled by the neck and suffocated.

Yuriko Suzuki tapped the table with her right hand one after another, while the dark tide was surging in her eyes, all kinds of information and information in her mind were flying at a dizzying speed.

It's like forming a tight and firm net, constantly constricting, computing, and combining.

In fact, to be honest, she has no interest at all in the twists and turns of these people and the rivalry between major organizations.

What's more, Yuriko Suzuke never felt that she was a good person.

Things like these rescues have never been an annoyance to heroes.And all along, Yuriko Suzuki has regarded herself as a sex worker, so, from the bottom of her heart, she feels that she has no need to be involved in that field at all.

The temper that was irritated by the curse spirit gradually calmed down, but now, she really couldn't sleep.

Sitting on the bed for a while, finally slowly took out the newly bought change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Feeling refreshed as expected after washing, Yuriko Suzuko put the towel on her head casually, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. Since she had nothing to pass the time, she pulled the long-forgotten package next to her and tore it. adhesive tape.

Water dripped from the wet hair, dyeing the brown cardboard even deeper.

Unexpectedly, it seems that there is no talent in this area. Yuriko Suzuki entangled with the tape for a long time but failed, and finally could only cut it off with her ability angrily.

With a crackling sound, the paper box under his hand turned into a pile of residue, and under the overlapping brown blocks, a black, paper-like thing was faintly visible.

She twisted a corner, shook it off, and then realized that it was an invitation letter.

On the black card surface, "Tokyo Power Name Certificate Meeting" was written on a gold-stamped baffle, and below it was a line of small characters of the same color, which intimately marked the detailed address and time of arrival.

...it's tomorrow.

Tomorrow at eight o'clock.

Yuriko Suzuke looked down at the invitation letter, feeling as if she had heard the words "Tokyo Power Famous Association" before.

Where are you coming from?

where……

!

In the conversation of the unknown forces next door that I heard just now, the gathering they mentioned seems to be called the "Tokyo Power Names Meeting".

Her eyes immediately darkened.

What a coincidence.

It's as if someone keeps sending this noun to his eyes.

Had to hear, had to understand.

This must not be a coincidence.

Yuriko Suzuke threw the invitation letter aside, not intending to care about this matter anymore, she turned off the light, pulled off the quilt and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes lightly.

The clock ticked lightly, and every minute passed by.

I don't know how long it took, and finally, in the darkness, Liriko Suzuko opened her eyes suddenly, and there was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes, but a clear light.

She stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, bent down to pick up the dark invitation letter in the corner, and there was a viscous murderous intent in her pair of red eyes.

She changed her mind.

It doesn't matter if you go to have fun, she wants to see who is trying to get her to attend.

Even if there is any conspiracy, just kill the opponent before the opponent makes a move.

The familiar speed scramble.

Same as at the academy, as always.

Strike first.

——This is the eternal truth.

"Are you sure, is she really coming?"

In the steaming tea room, barely considered a base, a young man with a scar on his left cheek asked respectfully in a low voice.

Opposite him sat an old man. Although his hair was gray, he was obviously in good condition, and his face didn't have many wrinkles. Only those chaotic eyes revealed a bit of old age.

If there are people who have been to the racetrack and have a good memory, they can immediately recognize that these two people are spectators who once surrounded Suzuke Yuriko to join in the fun.

"Even if you don't go by the time, don't worry, we still have other records."

The old man took a sip of his tea calmly.

"She will definitely be at the party."

The young man who heard the affirmative answer immediately let out a sigh of relief, and even his brows and eyes seemed to be stained with smiles. He was very grateful: "Elder Wu Tiao, thank you very much for your help."

I really didn't expect that the elder of the Wutiao family, one of the three imperial families, would agree to the favor of a child from a subordinate family like him.

This is simply a great gift!

Wu Tiao Qinghe put down his teacup: "Everyone takes what they need."

The man was very perceptive and didn't ask what the other party's "needs" were, after all... If any family secrets were involved, the consequences would not be something he could bear.

The man sat on the floor with downcast eyes, subconsciously reviewing their plan

At this time, the face of the dead brother's gray gray was rewound in his mind, and the man's hand clutching the corner of the table subconsciously exerted force, and his veins bulged.

Then he burst into tears, obviously not yet successful, but the joy of getting revenge was already in his tone.

"Brother, I can finally avenge you."

As long as he is dead.

As long as the "Sorcerer Killer" is dead.

Maybe it can bring you comfort.

The next day.

It was a quarter past eight in the evening.

A "Temporarily Closed" sign was hung in the xxx hotel, and a few tall men in black suits stood at the door instead of the security guards.

Once the door is closed, the inside and outside of the door are separated into two complete worlds.

Compared with the lonely and deserted outside, the inside is more bustling and bustling, with colorful lights interlacing and dazzing, and countless men and women dressed in fine clothes shuttle through it, with elegant gait and dignified appearance.

This place has become a paradise for all major forces.

The waiter hurried past with his head buried, the sounds of wine glasses colliding one after another, and the sounds of conversation and greetings were even more imperceptible.

Standing in the crowd, Yuriko Suzuke had a panoramic view of everything. She raised the rim of her glass to her lower lip and took a sip of bourbon.

Exchange party?

This is a hypocrite's paradise, isn't it?

Lily Suzuke couldn't help but sneered in her heart, her dark red eyes narrowed slightly.

Now she misses those people in Academy City a little bit, and she is an extremely evil black, so she lives like a mouse in the dark of Academy City quite self-consciously.

It's not like now, with evil thoughts in his heart and mutual calculations, but his face is covered with human skin, showing a disgusting hypocrisy.

Just as she was thinking, panicked footsteps suddenly came from her side, Yuriko Suzuke took a wrong step and backed away, so she didn't collide head-on with the reckless waiter.

The young man who almost bumped into someone was full of remorse, and kept bowing to her to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, my guest!"

The manager who rushed over after hearing the news was sweating coldly. Although he didn't know the identity of the girl in front of him, he also knew that the people who could participate in this banquet were basically not ordinary people. exist.

All ordinary people who are forced to stand here dare not make mistakes, for fear of losing their heads if they are not careful.

The manager was full of trembling, and immediately sent someone to replace the young man who had made a mistake. After bowing his head again to apologize, he left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he seemed to look back at her with extreme trepidation.

Yuriko Suzuko put the wine glass on the empty plate beside her, and reached out to touch the pocket on the side of her clothes, which was the place that the waiter had inadvertently left several times just now.

She crushed the bug inside with a blank expression, and sneered slightly.

it has started.

She thought so, and at the same time raised her head to look at the slightly higher box not far away, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, she looked at the criss-crossed figures inside.

The ochre-haired young man in a black windbreaker toasted and drank with a few people a little at a loss. Although the movements were skillful, it could still be seen that the meaning of "acting" was even more unfamiliar.

What's more, within the range visible to the naked eye, there was a layer of dark orange mist floating on the opponent's body. Perhaps it was because he was not in a beautiful mood. The mist was mixed with the irritability in his heart.

Of course, these are the brilliance of supernatural abilities that cannot be seen by conjurers.

And compared to the mysterious and coldness of the former, this orange is more like the approaching and dazzling sun.

It's like the first feeling the other party gave to Lily of the Bell family.

Powerful, oppressive, hot.

The cobalt blue eyes inadvertently glanced out of the window, but were completely taken away by a pair of dark red eyes.But when Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked over, the girl who was standing downstairs had long since disappeared.

At this time, all the forces, large and small, in the room have basically arrived. Although it is said that the heads of the family and the leaders are all here, there are still a lot of people after all. I drank a lot, and now I am getting stronger, leaving only a rush of dryness and heat.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tugged at his collar, frowned slightly, and clicked his tongue impatiently.

hateful.

If it weren't for that guy Dazai Osamu, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

Zhongyuan Zhong also scolded the culprit viciously in his heart.

In fact, the mission to travel to Tokyo was not originally his.But before leaving, Osamu Dazai, who was about to leave, suddenly found Mori Ogai, and the two chatted in the office for a long time.

at last.becomes

——Nakahara Nakaya, who just came back from abroad, replaced the original task position of Osamu Dazai.

After Osamu Dazai was free, he rushed out of the first building immediately, and slipped out in a cool way.

As an old partner, it is not difficult for Zhongyuan Zhong to guess that the other party must have found some good way to commit suicide and is eagerly rushing to reincarnate.

I don't know what he said to the leader, so that he, who has always been responsible for the aftermath, temporarily replaced Dazai Zhizhi's unshakable "social butterfly".

You know, even if you don't want to admit it, Nakahara also understands that Osamu Dazai's methods of negotiating transactions have indeed reached a state of perfection that no one can match.

But now it's him, it's hard to avoid some difficulties.

"I go out for a while."

Zhong Yuanzhong finally couldn't bear the messy and false atmosphere in the box, got up and signaled to the others, opened the door of the box and walked out.

The cold water fell down his forehead, passed over his eyelashes, nose tip, lips, and chin, and finally submerged quietly in his slightly red neck under his collar.

He looked in the mirror, propped his hands on the table, and suddenly turned around and kicked backwards. The sound of breaking through the air disappeared in a flash, but the opponent nimbly dodged and kicked in the air.

As soon as he raised his eyes, a young girl appeared in the mirror. She stood at the corner of the block, just outside the attack range, and was quietly looking at him with those red eyes.

A little cooked.

Zhong Yuanzhong also searched his memory for a while, and then suddenly said, this seems to be the person who has been watching him downstairs just now.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned slightly, never thinking that he and the other party would have any intersection other than today.

But the girl didn't answer his question, she just stood there with her hands folded, her chin raised slightly, her face completely unmoved and indifferent.

"You are the best person."

This sentence is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the words, looked her up and down, thought for a while, and then his expression became a little clearer: "Are you here to seek revenge?"

But it's just to seek revenge, there's no need to come here with him.

This place is crowded with people, and people don't know when someone will pass by. If you want to do something, it is tantamount to sending yourself to death.

Do not,

Zhong Yuan also glanced at the other party's beautiful face, and suddenly had an absurd idea.

Could this guy be a romantic debt owed by that bastard Dazai? !

Once this started, Nakahara Chuya's mind ran wild like a wild horse running wild.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and just as he prepared his words to persuade the other party to wake up early and get out of the sea of ​​suffering, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl showing a wicked smile.

"I'm here to talk to you about cooperation."

The girl meant something,

"So, do you want to subvert Tokyo's celebrities with me and wipe out these hypocritical guys?"

"Mr. Dazai."