Stand-in messenger at the winery

In Oda's ward.

The sun shines in from the window, just like the previous safe house, warm and bright.

Sara drew the curtains so that the dazzling sunlight would not disturb Oda Sakunosuke who was still sleeping.

"You are really here," said the Mafia cadre who walked in with a few more gauzes on his body, "Cointeau, or Miss Morishita Sara?"

"You can just call me Sharo," Sharo turned around, "at least in front of Oda."

Unceremoniously sitting on the only chair in the room, Dazai Osamu glanced at Oda who was still in a coma, "Although there is no special evidence...but I just think that Sara-chan and Oda Saku should know each other .”

He used a more intimate address for himself, as if there was no conflict between the two.

"Obviously I made a mistake in my actions yesterday, so I judged so." Sharo had no place, and simply sat by Oda's hospital bed, "I admit that if I didn't see Oda at that time, I should have handled it more perfectly. "

"Well, that's right, but it's not romantic at all when you say it," Dazai held his chin, "Sara-chan is as humorless as Odasaku."

"Did you come here specifically to find someone to talk about this?" Shaluo sighed. Why are these Mafia and people in the organization unwilling to speak human words from the beginning? "I think...whether you are an officer of Mafia or a friend of Oda, you have something else to say to me, right?"

"Indeed," Osamu Dazai nodded, "Then which one do you want to hear first?"

Seeing that Sha Luo's face turned dark, he waved his hands and smiled apologetically, "I'm just kidding, don't be so serious."

"This morning, the port Mafia held a meeting of the five major cadres after a long absence." He withdrew his hand, and the voice came out of his covered mouth, muffled, and his pupils turned into darkness. "The content of the meeting is to fully Fight Mimic, whatever the cost."

"But you can't eliminate Mimic just by suppressing firepower," Sharo pointed out, "especially their leader, André Gide."

"Because his supernatural ability is the same as that of Oda Sakunosuke - predicting the future." Osamu Dazai straightened his posture and his expression became serious.

"Is this your information, sure?" "Of course, that's why you came here." Sha Luo handed out the information he had prepared long ago.

"You can look at this." There are details about André Gide.

"It's a terrible intelligence capability... Maybe I should ask Mr. Mori to raise the threat level of the organization." As smart as Osamu Dazai, he has understood Mori Ogai's calculation at this moment, "use every Man, that's what Port Mafia does."

Although he praised so much in his mouth, Osamu Dazai did not have a trace of a smile on his face.

"You won't let Oda die, will you?" Shaluo turned his head and looked at Oda lying on the hospital bed, who seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes.

After Shaluo left, he joined the port of Mafia, and adopted several children during the Dragon Head War. Does raising children make people grow old?

"Oda Saku is my friend." He sighed, "What about you? I've never heard Oda Saku talk about you." He recalled the book that Oda brought to the bar not long ago.

"It's just a debt of favor," Shaluo stared at Oda's fiery red hair. "After all, compared to us, Sakuno helped him... he is a good person who shouldn't die, isn't he?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai shifted his gaze to the girl's face. Her slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids. Her porcelain-white skin is fragile and fragile, making it hard to think of the dark world of Mafia.

"We're the bloody bastards."

The equally beautiful and vulnerable teenager sums it up.

Walking out of Oda's ward, Sharo was stopped by an unexpected person.

"Miss Morishita, please come with us." A four-eyed boy wearing round glasses, well-dressed, looks like a dog.

Shaluo clearly remembered that he was the one who jumped out of the exploded church with Oda that day, but left with the black troops in the end.

Just like the black-clothed troops following behind him now.

"Ango Sakaguchi, who belongs to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, is also a triple agent inside the port Mafia and Mimic." With a knife on his fingertip, Sharo pointed the tip of the knife at him, "What a powerful person, I'm scared .”

"We have no malice, Ms. Morishita," he pushed his glasses, "At least on this incident, our positions should be the same."

"Then show your sincerity," Sharo tilted his head, the gems inlaid on the new chocker on his neck glistened, "Don't you expect me to take a step back?"

Looking up, the curtains that had been drawn before were opened a small crack, and Shaluo felt as if he saw a iris pupil and a flowing bandage flashing past.

In the case that neither side is willing to retreat, the conversation inevitably fell into a stalemate.

The frozen atmosphere was broken by a little three flower passing by. It meowed softly, jumped up to the high wall, sat on it, and raised its paws to wash its face, like a judge listening to the confessions of both parties .

"Forgive me for being stupid, but your sincerity..." A drop of sweat dripped from the corner of Ango Sakaguchi's forehead.

"Bring us the permit for opening the business." Sha Luo smiled, "The Supernatural Secret Service Division can't do business with the port Mafia openly, but you have already been forced to a dead end, haven't you?"

"Anyway, it's just to eliminate Mimic. It doesn't matter which organization you come from? And you know, there are no supernatural beings in my 'organization'. This business license is just a piece of waste paper to us." She found herself recently It seems that they will always be pointed at the black muzzle, but what they have in common is that their muzzles are not threatening.

"Although the final opening permit will still flow to the port mafia, wouldn't it be good to add a block to Mori Ogai?"

"We will not allow unknown organizations to enter Yokohama at will. Even if there are no supernatural beings as you said, we still need to conduct a threat assessment!" Ango Sakaguchi argued, "And I don't have the permit for the opening of supernatural abilities. , if you want to take it, you still have to go with us."

"Why don't you talk to your boss about this?" Sha Luo gestured to his vibrating cell phone just now, "Look at what he said."

"You!" Sakaguchi Ango's face was pale, but he still connected the phone, "Hi, this is Sakaguchi Ango."

Sha Luo has always trusted his organization's ability to corrupt the upper echelons. As long as the Supernatural Secret Service is not completely separated from the government, it will inevitably encounter some problems, won't it?

To be honest, among the night, dusk and day in Yokohama, the day is the most vulnerable point.

You see, isn't it now—"Miss Morishita, please wait here for a while, we will send someone to collect the permit immediately."

Ango Sakaguchi's complexion was absolutely as dark as the bottom of a pot, but his good quality still forced him to use complete honorifics.

"No need," Sha Luo shook his head at him, and then stretched out his hand, "I still hate you for being too slow."

The person who came out next to him put the license, sealed in an envelope, into Sharo's hand.

It's bourbon.

He was wearing a pair of flat square glasses, the thick black frame made the whole person look dull, coupled with his serious expression, if his black skin and light-colored hair were not so conspicuous, Shaluo would have thought him was replaced by another person.

At the same time that the port mafia held a meeting of the five major cadres this morning, Sharo was not idle. She had unlocked André Gide's information page last night, and she knew everything about this incident, including Mori Ogai quietly To help Mmimic steal. Connect all the coincidences in series, and you will find the interlocking facts.

It was a victory for Port Mafia that only Oda would have sacrificed.

No matter from Sharo's personal point of view or from the point of view of the organization, Mafia at the port cannot be so simple and come true.

Fortunately, the Supernatural Secret Service Division who was cheated in this incident also thought so.

Sha Luo didn't know who imagined the stable form of the three major forces in Yokohama, but she knew that not everyone knew about this idea, otherwise the three major forces were like a family, and everyone loved each other, so there would be no mutual checks and balances , and what is the use of this idea?

She asked Belmode to use her political resources to threaten the senior management of the Special Ability Secret Service, and at the same time sent Bourbon to take away the "Permit to Open the Ability" to avoid unnecessary complications... As for Gin and Zhuxing University.

"The mission is over, you can retreat now."

Sha Luo asked the two guys to take their rifles and squat on the tall buildings again. Isn't Zhu Xingda able to hit a distance of [-] yards, so let's make good use of his strengths.

In the crosshairs of the rifle, the black-haired man punched the negotiating table with a grim expression, while the horoscope lines on the face of the man in the kimono on the opposite side were as firm as Mount Tai. They were negotiating on a cruise ship, looking like a port mafia The boss is placed together.

Zhu Xing put away his rifle. Does this also mean that Sha Luo's plan was successful?The coercion and temptation she mentioned was used on high-level government officials, so who should be involved in the bribery?

"Mr. Dazai, you seem to be in a particularly good mood?" Some subordinates keenly noticed the difference in their superiors.

"Yeah," Osamu Dazai wobbled while holding the game console, "Who would be unhappy if someone is willing to work overtime for me?"

"Dazai-san." The owner of this voice was hoarse, as if he had contracted a cold and hadn't recovered from a long illness.

"It's you," Osamu Dazai did not hide the disappointment on his face, "Akutagawa."

"After talking to a smart person just now, seeing an annoying student all of a sudden, my mood disappeared." He raised the boy's chin with the muzzle of a gun, "You know... don't talk about Oda Tsukuru , you can't even compare to Miss Cointreau's hand."

"Why does Miss Cointreau have such obedient and easy-to-use subordinates..." He thought of the wheat-colored man, "He looks very smart and sensible. I really hope he can be under my command."

"In that case, even if you don't have supernatural powers, you're still several times stronger than Akutagawa, right?"