super power

In fact, there are so many spies in Hong Kong and black that it is outrageous.

There are spies in almost every department, but no one has ever found out whether there are spies in the department. The rules and the number of spies are established, and a delicate balance has been achieved.

The most important thing is that there have never been any spies among the important cadres, and those who have real access to information that would directly destroy Hong Kong gangsters.

This is due to the minds of Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai.

According to the leader, the gangster is the biggest shadow organization in Yokohama, and a part of it can make some people crazy if it leaks through the fingers.

Crazy accumulation of too much will cause unnecessary incidents, so let in some insignificant bugs, and use them in reverse if necessary.

The existence of spies has always been the number one victim in wars between the two sides.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took people outside, and I could hear the sound of him leading people sweeping across the four directions to fight against the supernatural beings.

I didn't follow.

The moment I stepped into the basement, I almost stepped on a pool of blood.

The pool of blood was still expanding from the source, and I "looked" at those eyes for a while, when the figure of a gangster employee blocked my view.

He bowed to me, and calmly dragged the corpse away.

Immediately, someone from the back came to deal with the blood stains, spraying what should be sprayed and wiping it cleanly.

The pungent bloody smell permeated every corner, and the slender figure stood in the middle of the darkness, the pink kimono was very conspicuous.

The long knife hidden in the woman's elegant red umbrella quietly returned to its sheath, and there were bloodstains on the ground not far away that had just been shaken off.

It's like cherry blossoms sprinkled with blood, with a desolate beauty.

"Nanyin," Koye Ozaki turned her head and found me coming, she paused, put her hand on my shoulder, and said, "Will you not get used to it?"

I'm probably really too harmless in the eyes of these people.

As I said before, if it weren't for the education of my parents, Kusuo and I would have become villains who would destroy the world long ago. That's not a joke.

We can hear the thoughts of others no matter when and where, whether it is bright or dark, kind or indifferent, even the murderer's sternness before the attack and the helpless scream of the victim before death .

The two of us who were born to hear these voices were also born with stronger hearts than others.

That is inevitable, and there is no way for God to save everyone. If we had been rushing to prevent death all the time, without other reasons, Kusuo and I would have become Buddhas immediately.

...and then one day, sooner or later, you will die from the accumulated fatigue.

"Just do it within your ability and protect yourself" - this is what our parents told us a long time ago.

In the process of growing up day by day, those voices gradually broke through my powerful heart before Kusuo and I developed a face with a paralyzed face.

There were years before elementary school where I couldn't sleep at night for weeks on end, and even the kind voices in my head were automatically blocked to distressing ones.

We brothers and sisters were forced to come up with a solution: each other took turns to open a sound barrier for each other at night.

This is the distress of superpowers. Ordinary people can't help. We never thought of asking our parents for help.

Until one night, my mother passed by Kusuo and I’s room, and subconsciously wanted to make sure we were asleep—this idea came up so quickly that I, who was in charge of the guard, didn’t realize it at all.

Babies who can talk three days after birth certainly don't need their mother's company to sleep.

Hmm... Even if it's an afterthought, I have to at least say that.

Didn't adults say that, children often grow up in an instant.

It’s a bit of a middle school to say that, I always feel that I am more mature than 90.00% of the people in the world, but when it comes to growth, I probably feel it after the moment of crossing.

These spies... the voices of these people tell me that they are asking for death.

I watched their souls detach from their bodies, and then the chains on their chests also broke, and they became existences called "Zheng" in this world.

It's a pity not to complete the mission of the spy. Two-thirds of the people here failed to go directly to the world of corpses and souls, but stayed in the present world in a daze.

There is also Shinigami in Yokohama, right?

I said to Ozaki Koyo: "It's all been dealt with, I can be sure of that."

Except for Ango Sakaguchi, but Mori Ogai seems to want to keep him, but that person is still Dazai Osamu's friend, should I find a chance to remind Dazai Osamu?

Ozaki Koye was stunned, her eyes widened slightly, as if she suddenly understood something, her smile was inexplicably bitter: "I see, I understand."

【It's all the same...】

Miss Hongye, what do you understand?I don't, I don't have the tragic past like a certain male number two, I just look down on it.

Have I become a person who is painful and can't even say it? !

Before I stretched out my hand to explain, Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly came from behind me: "I was looking for you."

I turned around and saw a young man in a suit jacket standing at the door of the basement. He faced the darkness and his back to the light, staring at me with gloomy eyes that almost merged with the black.

Osamu Dazai's expression was calm, he first nodded to Koyo Ozaki: "Sister Hongye."

"Nan Yin, come with me. I know who is the existence that can end the war in an instant. Use your telepathy to find someone and end it." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand towards me.

The flames of war have just been ignited. According to the past mafia disputes in Yokohama, it is not surprising that it will last for several days and nights.

Two years ago, the worst "leading war" in Yokohama's history lasted for several months.

They couldn't even intervene in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so they sent Ango Sakaguchi in for that reason.

I felt a few big golden characters named "Goldfinger" floating above my head.

I nodded: "Oh."

The word "end the war" is really appropriate.

Among the five cadres, the youngest is Osamu Dazai. Except for Koyo Ozaki, two of the remaining three were promoted by Mori Ogai.

The oldest old man left... I will use "A" instead here, to distinguish it from A, and he is also a supernatural person, so if a name that has nothing to do with literary giants pops up, everyone will make a lot of fun.

It's definitely not that I'm being lazy.

A is the leader of the previous generation.

The things the former leader did before his "death" were crazy enough, but there were still enough people who had been loyal to him for decades.

If it weren't for the age issue, A would have become the successor appointed by the previous leader, everyone thought so.

However, the leader of the previous generation was a little unconscious in the end, and almost broke up with this A.

Four years ago, when Mori Ogai, with his white coat covered in blood and a sad look, and the 14-year-old Osamu Dazai behind him, came out together to announce the death of the leader, A surprisingly did not react at all.

"The trachea was cut because there was an obstruction blocking the trachea for first aid", "Osamu Dazai existed because of the leader's order, he wanted to see Osamu Dazai's abilities, many people have heard this order"—— Every excuse Mori Ogai thought of was perfect.

After staring at Mori Ogai for a while, A became the first person to accept the strange thing that "the leader appointed a private doctor as his successor before his death and died suddenly".

For Mori Ogai's optimal solution, getting rid of A after securing the position is of course the choice to maximize the benefits.

A is not a small role, and his subordinates are in charge of important positions in Hong Kong and black, and must be handled with care.

However, in recent years, Mori Ogai has let go of the power he wants, and he has dumped the people who want it. Even if his title as one of the five major cadres is about to be emptied, he is still alive and well.

"I have endured it for so many years, just to let Mr. Mori, the current leader, lose a complete defeat without the power of Hong Kong gangsters. It is really amazing." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and sighed, "To prove After the previous leader, Mr. Mori, how badly you led the Hong Kong gangsters, and didn't even start the battle of the leader, if I would definitely take the opportunity to attack."

Before going to find Qi Munanyin, Dazai Osamu made such a sound to Mori Ogai in the office on the top floor of Gang Hei.

He was talking with Mori Ogai while playing chess.

Mori Ogai held his hand for a moment, and then said slowly as if nothing had happened, "Dazai-kun, the three views of the two of you are fundamentally different."

"I know... ah, I can't play anymore, the atmosphere outside is almost here." Osamu Dazai was actually about to lose, his international Go was taught by Mori Ogai, someone threw the flag like a rogue , The next moment the lazy expression was swept away, he jumped up from the sofa with a refreshed body, stretched his neck, "Nanyin should come to work, let's clean the battlefield."

Mori Ogai rested his chin on his white-gloved hand, looked at Osamu Dazai's back, and said, "You don't want to avoid it anymore."

Stretching his waist, Osamu Dazai paused as he walked out: "...It's just because I have too much work and no time to commit suicide."

"The drug that was promised to kill me without pain has been delayed for almost three years. Mr. Mori should put on his white coat again when he is free." A "three", "Slow patients may be doctors who walk ahead of medicine."

Mori Ogai blinked and smiled helplessly.

Osamu Dazai walked out of the office, and as the door slowly closed behind him, his expression gradually turned into a slightly gloomy expressionless face.

I can't find out, I can't find out after several times, the origin of Qi Munan's voice.

He does have an idea, but if it is established, it will directly overturn the existing understanding, and maybe even the existence of supernatural beings will be shaken.

"Forget it." Osamu Dazai sighed as if giving up, and walked towards the elevator.

He thought to himself: "Next time, let's just drink Nanyin with wine. Oda Tsukuru will always say very interesting things after drinking, and his expressions will be more. I don't know if it will be useful to her."