Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Port Mafia Building, top floor.

Chief's office.

Rimbaud and Mori Ogai were silent across the desk, one was sitting and the other was standing.

The overhead lights in the room were not turned on.The thin but majestic red scarf leader turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving only a dark silhouette in the eyes of the visitors.

His fingers tapped on the table one after another, with a cold expression.

"Is there anything you want to say when you come here?"

The former mafia reserve cadre showed hesitation, and said, "Mr. Mori, about the assassination of the king—"

The voice did not fall, and the accident happened suddenly.

The seemingly fragile but extremely strong bulletproof special glass with fiber interlayer shattered into hailstorm in an instant, but strangely, there was no sound.

Because every piece of broken glass is gently wrapped by the power of gravity, without collision and friction, just suspended in place.

Then, according to the will of the ability user, it turned into a powerful arrow, and flew towards Mori Ogai, who turned his fragile back to the enemy.

Surprisingly, Mori Ogai did not dodge, he took the blow with his back.

Even so, those glass blades failed to leave scars and blood flow on his chest, and simply passed over him as if passing through the air, piercing the large desk in half.

At this moment, Rimbaud raised his head.

Then Verlaine suddenly understood and understood.

Mori Ogai is false, a projection.

But Rimbaud was real.

Crimson cubes appeared one after another in the air, blocking his view of Rimbaud.

"Doing such a thing in front of my face, Paul, don't you think me too low?" Rimbaud's voice was very calm.

The crimson light surged suddenly, Rimbaud's space barrier enveloped the entire office, and then shock waves attacked Verlaine who had nowhere to hide.

Verlaine looked around, he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and the space ability blocked the escape route again.He could only raise his arms to cover his head and face, preparing to rely on his body's gravity defense to forcefully withstand this round of attacks.

In the blink of an eye, he was engulfed by the crimson color of the spatial ability.

When he could be seen clearly again amidst the smoke and dust, Verlaine's elegant and arrogant suit style had become a mess.

He wiped away the bright red from his face casually with his sleeve.

"It's clear that your level hasn't improved in the last nine years."

From smashed floor tiles to collapsed furniture, they all float up slowly under the force of gravity.

The larger pieces of wood are powerful artillery shells, and the smaller gravel are concealed and deadly hidden weapons, all of which are flying towards Rimbaud with vicious force.

The gravitational field thousands of times distorts the space, and inserts abruptly into the space cube placed in front of Rimbaud for defense, causing it to shatter bit by bit.

Rimbaud finally started to retreat, dodging the berserk gravity ability in the spacious flat-floor office.

In the middle of the office there was a fragile wooden floor area, which had been completely destroyed by his gravity ability just now. Verlaine chased after him, bounced off the ceiling and walls, and moved forward at a speed that completely ignored air resistance.

Rimbaud's figure disappeared behind the corner.

Verlaine bounced off the wall on the right before the corner, ready to use his power to turn and catch up with Rimbaud.

But just when he was about to touch the wall, the partition wall suddenly exploded.

Explosive flames erupted from the originally planned landing ground, and he had nowhere to rely on strength in mid-air, so he could only twist his body and avoid the explosion area by tumbling.

Since he was also using gravity to manipulate the rubble as a weapon, he was unable to gravity hold the hat on top of his head.

The black hat fell down because of this momentary negligence, rolled forward into the area affected by the flames of war just now, turned a few times, and was stained with a circle of ash.

A hand stretched out from the shadow behind the overturned tall potted plant, trying to hold the hat in it.

Verlaine reacted extremely quickly, and directly pulled out a piece of steel bar from the concrete floor, trying to nail the hand that dared to snatch his belongings to the ground.

"Be careful!" Zhong also shouted.

Another piece of broken wood that had been accelerated by gravity collided with the steel bar thrown by Verlaine, and they fell together.

With lingering fear, Yuri grabbed the hat in her hand, turned into a black mist and disappeared, and rushed to Chuya who had saved her life just now.

"Get the hat! Ready to move the venue!"

The next thing happened in an instant. Rimbaud was in charge of covering Verlaine with a space cube, and Chuya applied gravity to the entire cube, and directly threw it from a height of dozens of floors towards the distance. go out.

It won't take long for Verlaine to break free from this bondage, but in just a few seconds, a sufficiently crimson meteor slid across the Yokohama skyline and landed in the woods in the outskirts, smashing several encircling giant trees.

Although he was thrown out, Verlaine was not injured.

He raised his head, and on the hillside in the distance, Dazai smiled at him.

"Is the Zhongye throwing quite accurate? By the way, this is a combat skill that combines space and gravity abilities newly researched for you."

"What's it called? Bumper ball? Where is the fighting part?" Verlaine asked.

"There." Dazai looked at the sky towards the city.

Someone is roaring and swooping towards here in a flying posture.

It is Zhongye.

At the moment when he was about to land, Chuya murmured the incantation.

With the vibration of the vocal cords and throat, a strange feeling rose from his body.

Then came the intense pain.In this pain, lines that looked like burning began to appear on his body.Black flames filled his vision.

That "door" was opened.

Give the consciousness to Huangbatu, and you will become a monster who only knows destruction and fighting.

But if you don't do that, you can't beat Verlaine.

The crazily running abilities formed undercurrents and cyclones in the air, and Chuya's hair would automatically move without wind.

Verlaine looked at his brother.

"This is your first time fighting with a full posture, right? You will always understand that human reason is alienated in the process of being transformed into beasts again and again, until you are finally expelled from the human group."

It's a pity that Chuya was no longer able to answer or refute at this time, and he no longer had other thoughts in his mind except attack.

Verlaine sighed, and the same black balls began to condense in his hands.

Besides, he has no choice.

Yuri, who was rushing towards the battlefield, saw traces of the battle of the supernatural being from a long distance away.

It was the same scene as the battle of gods described in ancient books.The earth shattered, the sky cracked, and terrifying power flowed out from their hands.

The gravitational black balls staggered in the air.They bombarded each other, and the grass and trees on the ground touched by the power ball turned into dust.

At the same time, other people are not just spectators.

"Adam, be careful, you are too close to the battlefield." Dazai said in the combat channel, and the voice was transmitted to the auditory system of the robot investigator through the headset.

"This machine has located the hat that was blown away by the wind when Chuya activated the dirty ability just now, and I can get it right away."

Adam replied.

In front of him, among the leaves of a tall tree with an umbrella-shaped canopy, a black hat was quietly hanging on the branch.

Climbing a tree, taking off a hat, all done with ease.

The hat was held by Adam, and Adam looked at the hat.

A black hat that looks ordinary, but it can trigger earth-shattering abilities.

"Go back now... wait a minute, the tactile sensor feels strange fluctuations... lie down!"

It was a pity that it was too late, a gust of wind passed by him, and the hat he had held for less than half a minute disappeared again.

Also missing was his left arm along with part of his left chest.

Adam, who fell in the grass, raised his head with difficulty.

Verlaine was not far away, clutching the brim of his hat, completely ignoring him.

It was the same before.He doesn't even have any interest in killing, and doesn't take robot detectives seriously.

Adam thought silently, and then began to count down in his heart: "Ten, nine, eight,..."

"Without this, will Zhongye give up those futile efforts? Sure enough, it's better to let my brother take care of dangerous things."

Talking to himself, Verlaine put his hat on the top of his hair and put it on.

But there seemed to be something in the hat that stung him, causing a slight sting.

what is that?

Is it a leaf stuck in the hat?

This was Verlaine's last thought before falling into a coma.

In order to prevent the shock of falling to the ground from waking him up, the mutilated Adam hurried forward a few steps and caught Verlaine who fell backward with his body.

Information about Verlaine's weaknesses is still difficult to obtain.But one thing is clear, the poison that is also effective against China should also be effective against Verlaine.

For this reason, the battle plan centered on Rimbaud's hat was re-enacted.

Let Zhong Ye open the dirty, and cooperate with other supernatural beings of the Port Mafia to defeat him.

Or, simply use poison to solve all problems.

How to poison the highly vigilant assassin king without anyone noticing?

Of course, let him take the poison back on his own initiative.

"Did it work?" Tai asked after holding his breath for a few seconds.

"Success."

Adam smiled and shrugged with the rest of his shoulders.

"Although I was only in contact with the hat for a few seconds, it was far enough for a hat-trick. Isn't that what magic is all about?"

A war of abilities that might affect the whole of Yokohama ended peacefully like this.

Although the battlefield has been devastated everywhere, and there are shocking potholes created by black balls everywhere, these are really nothing compared to the destructiveness that Verlaine himself could have achieved.

It feels very unreal.

In the end, Verlaine, who was poisoned, was put into the special hibernation cabin that Adam brought to Yokohama, and was about to be transported back to France to wait for his fate.

Thanks to his previous actions, no one would think him harmless even if he was completely unconscious and in a deep sleep.

In the evening breeze at the port, a luxury vehicle of the mafia drove ghostly on the road.

This is a stretched sedan, which is different from ordinary vehicles at first glance.

In the car sat Yuli and others who had just left the battlefield, and there was also a hibernation cabin containing first-class dangerous goods.Adam needed to seal up Verlaine and transport it back to France as soon as possible, and the port mafia didn't want to have long nights and dreams, so they sent it to an ocean-going cargo ship on the same day.

After today, the Assassin King who once made a big fuss in Yokohama will no longer appear in Japan.

The car drives very smoothly, and you can hardly feel the bumps.Yuri stared at Verlaine's closed eyes through the transparent top of the hibernation cabin, and suddenly said, "Have you ever heard of a fairy tale?"

"This joke is not funny." Chuya said immediately.

"...Chuya, I haven't started talking yet."

"Just now there seems to be a joke that hasn't been included in this machine." Adam always reacted quickly at such times, "Can you repeat it?"

"Speaking of which," Zhong also fell silent for a moment, "Can your memory be kept after the mission is over? Experiences, scenes, and collections of silly jokes, all of them will be initialized."

"Because it involves supernatural beings who are state secrets, the possibility of this machine being erased after the event is as high as 87.81%." Adam said.

"It's unreasonable. The reason why human detectives can grow stronger and stronger with age is because of the experience called 'experience'. If you erase the memory casually, even It is difficult for a robot that is good at learning to make great progress." Yuri turned his head.

"Human memory has many components, and this machine's memory is the same. One of the classification methods roughly divides memory into episodic memory and logical memory." Adam pondered, "Perhaps what is cleared is only the experience related to confidentiality part, just like formatting a certain sector of a computer."

"...Won't that still forget us all?" Zhong also said dissatisfied.

Dazai rubbed his chin with great interest: "But there is also a way to let him preserve the memory of feelings. Think about it, what else can we do besides beating him up?"

In the carriage, there was a brief silence.

"...I have a proposal." Yuri raised her hand.

"Let Adam taste the real human food, and guarantee that he will never forget it! As the owner of the small restaurant, that's all I can think of."

"A delicacy that I can't forget? It's hard. After all, Benji comes from Great Britain, which is known as the 'land of gourmet food'."

There was another silence in the carriage, this time it was a very cold silence.

"...What a heinous lie."

Yuri sighed.

"For the sake of being so pitiful that you were cheated, I can give you some of the special dinner takeaway that Chuangzhen gave me."

Dazai and Chuya immediately raised their heads, looking expectant.

"Hey, they have returned to Yokohama?"

"Yeah. I'm still staying in a hotel owned by the Port Mafia." Yuri said.

"We discussed the conditions before. The port mafia is responsible for all the reconstruction costs, and the new store must be twice the size of the original one. Construction will start tomorrow. Remember to go back and tell Chief Sen not to renege on the debt!"

"...Even if you ask Chief Mori for a store in the city center, he will agree." Nakaya said, "But you will still choose to go back to Leibo Street to reopen the store."

"That's right! I'm the woman who wants to become the king of Saibo Street!" Yuri clenched her fist.

The warm invitation to share dinner was harmless, but the boxed lunch that Yuri brought was Chuanxiang mapo tofu rice bowl.

Amidst the noisy background sound of Adam shouting "The pain sensor has been activated", "The temperature of the machine has risen, and the virus pre-check has been activated", Rimbaud sat quietly beside Verlaine, and the lively atmosphere in the car seemed to be in harmony with He has nothing to do with it.

He just stared at the street outside, the transparent glass and his pale reflection in the glass, that's all.

Rimbaud, who has recovered his memory, will also regain his identity as an intelligence agent and escort the hibernation capsule back to Europe.

I don't know how he will spend his intelligence investigation career without a partner in the future.

The car quickly arrived at the destination, and at the same time, a ghost freighter from France appeared silently in a remote corner of the pier.

The handover process was extremely smooth. In the light of the setting sun, everyone watched Adam and Rimbaud board the side of the ship.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Chuya suddenly asked Rimbaud when parting.

The boy with his hands in his pockets stared seriously at the thin young man wrapped in a thick robe.

"Chuya, you are a strong child, I have nothing to teach you."

Rimbaud said.

"Live well, and celebrate every birthday if you can, with your cherished companions."

He glanced at the black hat on Chuya's head and smiled.The golden sunset shone on his face, making Rimbaud, who was always gloomy and lonely, look warm.His curly hair was swaying in the sea breeze, and he stepped on the board of the boat very hard, as if this trip was not to go home, but to explore a strange new continent.

This was the last time they saw Rimbaud.

As part of the mop-up, all possible strongholds of Verlaine's hideouts were searched, and only N's body was found.

A researcher with an evil heart but brilliant achievements, who had done crazy and bold things in his life, died so simply and simply, and buried many secrets deep underground.

Originally, most of the information had been destroyed in the explosion nine years ago. No one will know how much of his life experience he told Zhongye that day was true or false.

While they were saying goodbye to Adam and Rimbaud, the results of the search were sent to Dazai's cell phone.They discussed it accordingly.

Dazai claimed that he had the means to identify the authenticity of N's testimony, and if "Chuya knelt down and begged him", he could "reluctantly tell him".

Chuya was furious: "Don't even think about it! I will find out about this kind of thing myself!"

Before the words came out, Chuya thought of the members of the YMCA who had worked hard to collect information and planned to give his life experience as a gift for the first anniversary of joining the organization but died tragically, and his expression became depressed.

Yuri looked distressed, glanced at Dazai, and decided to tell the truth.

"Wait a minute, Chuya, your buddies are still alive, they're just being hidden by the port mafia."

Zhong also froze, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "What? Really?"

"Hey, what's going on? Is this all part of your plan? That's why there's no funeral?"

His mind was dizzy with the extreme transitions of sadness and joy, but even so, Chuuya still had a firm grip on Dazai's collar.

"Ah, there is no way. If you say it, Chuya's aura will be lowered. This is a situation that is not good for the battle situation. We must resolutely avoid it." Dazai, who was confronted face-to-face, showed no fear, and still looked like he was a troublesome person. Owed emoticon.

"I will never forgive you for deliberately concealing this behavior! When you go back and organize the organization, I will hang you up and beat you!" Nakaya angrily lifted Dazai up with one hand and shook it.

"It's as if you can do it." Dazai licked his ear, "Besides this, why don't you check the messages on your phone first?"

Zhong also turned on the screen of the phone, and in the list of unread messages, there was a message from someone who was impossible to communicate with.

Sender: Pianist

07:30, meet at the old place.

The hand involuntarily clenched the phone tightly.Zhong also glanced at the time displayed on the screen.

7 points.

"Even if you use the gravity ability, you will definitely not be able to make it in time, right?" Dazai smiled gloatingly.

"Hmph, do you think you can read my jokes?"

Zhong also sneered back.

"Don't forget, this is the port—that person," he almost blurted out the name of the idiot bird who was in charge of the port's mafia's transportation and logistics work, "there is a safe house for storing vehicles near here. Even if you know everything about this kind of thing, The information flow of the organization may not necessarily be known."

He jumped up and landed in front of a rusty-looking abandoned small warehouse tens of meters away, and from behind a lot of tattered tarpaulins, he magically pushed out a cool motorcycle with unobtrusive and smooth lines.

"gone!"

He shouted, turned over and got on the car, the gravity ability and the engine of the locomotive started to accelerate at the same time.

The red locomotive was shrouded in a halo of red abilities, jumping between the street and the roof, and disappeared at the end of the halo of the setting sun.

Dazai and Yuri blocked the dazzling sunlight with their hands, and watched Chuya drive away side by side.

"Is it possible to be handsome in such a strange place?" Dazai whispered, "Cut."

Isn't he already handsome?Yuri said in his heart.

She watched Zhong Ye's smaller and smaller figure, showing a little sincere smile.