Stand-in messenger at the winery

"How does it feel to step into Yokohama again?" Ango Sakaguchi made a rare joke while handing the paper documents to the other party, "Your partner is still on the wanted list of Mafia at the port."

"Ah, the most wanted list is here, and the reward amount is 7000 million, which is currently the highest." It seems that since he left the port of Mafia, he has rarely had the opportunity to joke like this, or complain about it.

Rei Furutani shook his head with a smile, "No wonder she never went into Yokohama again after that, but speaking of it, isn't there a defected cadre in Mafia, the port, and he's not on the wanted list?"

"He is quite special," Ango pushed his glasses, and the dark circles under his eyes were as firm as paint. "He has too much secret information about the port Mafia, so..."

"You accepted him?" "They are all in the same camp, so there is no need for such a collection of information." Anwu was helpless, as both a spy and an intelligence officer, he still knew the methods of this colleague very well.

"Well, it's not complete, after all, I'm from the Police Department, and you belong to the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Ling raised his eyebrows, "Haha, just kidding, you look quite tired, you should pay attention to rest."

An Wu was silent for a moment, guessing based on his previous Mission: Impossible, Impossible, Impossible, Impossible, he glanced at Ling Gu Ling's eyes... Isn't it because it's too dark that he can't see the dark circles under his eyes?

He refused the answer that Gu Ling was probably idle because he was also an undercover agent, it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Is this all that can be found?" Looking through the file, Zero frowned slightly, and stretched his eyebrows when he saw a photo.

The picture shows Sha Luo, who is eleven or twelve years old. From the slightly blurred image quality, it can be seen that her hair is a little darker red, curled and hanging down her shoulders, like a newly blooming rose, and she is dressed in a white dress. It feels light and fluffy, soft and lovely.

She hugged a three-colored cat, turned her head, and seemed to be talking to someone, with a bright smile on her face, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

There is a gas station nearby, and the surveillance happened to capture her.

But the person who was talking to her was not in the mirror, and Zero's gaze paused in that smile, and then quickly slid over.

There are only a few blurred photos, but this one is the clearest.

He put down the files with some disappointment. Of course, these materials are not useless, but they are still not enough to fill the gaps in Sharo's intelligence. What happened before arriving in Yokohama is probably the source of everything.

"There is one more point, but speaking of the above, this is just my personal speculation," Ango pushed his glasses subconsciously, "it's about Morishita-san's supernatural power."

"What?" Zero raised his head slowly, the broken hair on his forehead swept a small shadow over his pupils.

"Although there is no real evidence, I can feel that Morishita-san should have similar supernatural powers to me." The former undercover agent of the theory of degeneracy said this, and he let out a sigh of relief, "If something is found to be unreasonable , might as well think in a surreal direction.”

"Similarly," he looked at the thin file in Zero's hand, "If you can't solve it with the power of the day, you might as well...seek help from some gray forces."

"Oh?" Zero lowered his voice, "So, you have a clue."

"The information dealer in Ikebukuro, Tokyo," Ango coughed, very clearly in the quiet space, "Orihara Rin also seems to have cooperated with her."

"I see," put the file back into the bag, and Ango took it back again. Zero has not yet taken the authority to take this material, "I will go."

He walked out of the building of the Ability Secret Service Section.

Marco Polo Airport, waiting area.

"It's late again," Sharo glanced at his watch, and Luhan, who was still wrapped in gauze around his neck, was sitting next to him, "It's indeed Italy."

Both of them had already lost their temper by waiting. They obviously bought a morning flight ticket, but it was almost an evening flight.

"I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, do you want it?" Sha Luo asked, Lu Ban could only nod slightly.

While waiting for the clerk to make the coffee, Sharo had to sigh, although it was not moral to say it, but after sealing Kishibe Rohan's mouth, it was so much easier to get along with him, even to the point of being a bit boring.

"Hello, dear passenger..." Ah, the plane started to board again! While the clerk was still extracting at a leisurely pace, she could only watch the queue and the time to hold back her temper.

"I wish you a good day!" The enthusiastic clerk blessed, and Shaluo could only accept the coffee with a wry smile, "I hope..."

Lu Han didn't go to line up, and he didn't stand up until Sha Luo came back.

"Let's go?" His voice was a little hoarse and sounded a little strange.

"Okay." Sha Luo laughed, the coffee in his hand was hot and fragrant.

The two moved slowly at the end of the line, and when they reached the ticket gate, Shaluo gave Luhan a slight push.

Luhan passed through the ticket gate all at once, and the gates closed, but Shaluo didn't follow.

"You!" As soon as Lu Ban spoke, his throat felt like it was on fire, and there seemed to be a smell of blood.

"I'm sorry..." Sha Luo held the plane ticket in her hand, and she slowly twisted her fingers, one plane ticket suddenly became two.

In addition to going to Japan, she actually bought another ticket to Sicily!

"Draw comics while recuperating," Sha Luo said to Lu Ban like this, "Senior Guanyue... No, it should be called President Guanyue now, I dare not disappoint him."

She was still smiling, but in Lu Ban's eyes, this smile was a bit dazzling, dazzling and false.

"Please." She smiled, lowered her head, her slender and dense eyelashes cast shadows, outside the French windows of the airport, the blood-red rays of the setting sun shone into the lobby, and the roar of planes landing and taking off seemed to be urging some What.

"Hmph, cough, ha." Lu Ban laughed a few times, "Sara Morishita, you are such a little liar."

A hand landed on the top of Shaluo's head, with astonishing heat, she didn't struggle, and the next second, Luhan messed up her hairstyle wantonly, with such force that Shaluo's whole body was staggered, and waiting She looked up, and the guy had already walked away.

"I cheated so many things from me, but I have to pay for it." Lu Ban moved his lips, but unfortunately no one heard this sentence except himself.

There is never a shortage of people in the airport, and it was nearly midnight when Shaluo walked into another terminal with slightly messy curly hair.

"Hello, Shirley." Shaluo picked up the phone, watched the plane outside draw a white arc, smiled wryly, and turned his back to the French window.

"What's the matter with you, it sounds like you're not in a good state." Zhibao is such a keen person, he caught a little bit of Shaluo's emotions through the phone line, "Are you at the airport again, are you on a mission?"

She heard the announcement from the airport.

"Don't worry, there is no mission, and I am not the one who was injured." Putting the unused air ticket back into his pocket, Shaluo looked at the long shadow under his feet, "It's just relaxing in Italy."

"So you're really all right?" Zhibao's tone softened a little, and Sharo could almost imagine the little girl frowning slightly on the other side.

"Of course," she seemed to be in a good mood, and she resumed her playful look when facing the Miyano sisters, "I really listen to my sister~"

"It's Shirley, what do you want to tell me?" Shaluo unconsciously smiled at the broken hair wrapped around his temples with his fingertips.

"Hmm..." Sensing Shiho's hesitation, Sharo's smile froze for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Countreau," Shiho's voice sounded to Sharo through the phone as if he had finally made up his mind, "ATPX-4869 is almost finished."

The corners of Sha Luo's mouth slowly slid down, and finally returned to a straight line, "That's it," she slid slowly along the floor-to-ceiling window, and finally sat cross-legged on the ground, "Congratulations, Shirley."

"...There is nothing to congratulate." Shirley's voice could not detect any emotion, and there was a short silence between the two, and she suddenly said, "Do you think it is right to make this medicine? "

Sha Luo switched hands to hold the phone, "Even if you ask me this kind of question, I can't come up with a standard answer."

"I can only say that the advancement of technology... or the emergence of a certain technology, is like a river that will eventually flow into the sea. It is unavoidable." The more she spoke, the smoother she seemed, as if she had already said this to someone The same thing, "And its appearance, I mean, not only ATPX-469, but also other things, BTPX or something, is the same as this law, it is an inevitable result."

"It's just a coincidence that you hold the button of this decision, Shirley." She pinched the center of her brows, feeling a little tired all of a sudden. She seemed to understand Bourbon's mood when they first met.

Sometimes people don't want to preach, but once they realize that their words will have an impact on an individual younger than themselves, they will unconsciously impose a strange sense of responsibility on their shoulders.

"Then what should I do?" Shirley asked subconsciously, but almost regretted it the moment she spoke.

She can't discuss this kind of secret with Mingmei. The more Mingmei knows, the more dangerous she will be, so she can only turn to Shaluo who always seems to have a good idea.

Taking a deep breath, Shaluo said word by word into the phone, "Do what you want, Shirley."

"At this time, don't worry about the objective laws of shit, human progress or something, just don't let yourself regret it."

"Although you never call me sister, I'm here to protect you," she squeezed and then released her free hand, "Be a little self-willed once in a while, Shirley."

After hanging up the phone, Sha Luo's hand holding the mobile phone dropped naturally, and she raised her head to stare at the high dome of the airport until her eyes became sour and a physiological tear rolled down.

As an older sister, you need to be able to support your younger siblings, right?

Laughter came from his chest, Sha Luo thought, but Shirley is always so sensible... She always takes more responsibility on herself.

Really, is a genius amazing? She completely understood Bourbon's feeling of hating iron and steel. What to do at such a young age...Staying in the laboratory all day is going to be moldy. She should go out more at this age Just for fun, it's better to have a relationship or something, on Shirley's terms... Well, no, it's hard for her to find someone who is worthy of her at the same age.

Forget it, she rubbed her hair that was already too messy, at worst she would save something for Shirley, and let a few old acquaintances take care of her in the future.

"Excuse me," suddenly, a man in a wheelchair approached her, "Miss, I think you need this."

He handed out a tissue.

Sharo wiped the corners of her eyes with her cuff without taking the handkerchief, "Thank you for your kindness," she said with a smile, "I just stared at it for a long time, and I'm a little tired."

"That's good." He took back the handkerchief, and then Sharo noticed that he was not only sitting in a wheelchair, but also had a prosthetic right hand, with an eye patch covering his right eye, "It's a bit presumptuous, but I want to ask you a question .”

After judging the muscles on the man's body, Sharo secretly became vigilant.

He must have very rich combat experience, and... strong.

"Tell me." She put away her phone and adjusted her standing posture.

"First of all, I am not the kind of ungentleman who deliberately eavesdrops, but," he seemed to take a deep breath, "is the 'Shirley' who spoke to you just now, your sister?"

The problem seemed to be different from what he had imagined. Sharo blinked his still hazy eyes. The lights at the airport were very bright, and Polnareff could clearly see the pure purple of Sharo's pupils.

There was a flash of disappointment in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his mood, "I'm sorry I was rude, if I can't say it..."

"It's my sister," Sha Luo interrupted him. "It's a little worry-free and worry-free sister."

"That's it," he laughed. "That's it. I used to have a sister named Shirley." He looked at Sharo. "She also has long black hair as beautiful as yours."

Sha Luo touched the black hair hanging down to his chest, and also laughed, "Really, what a coincidence."

"Of course, your purple eyes are also very beautiful," he added.

Sha Luo suddenly realized something, "...before?"

"Yes," Polnareff's smile faded, "she died before me."

"...Please forgive me." That's all Sha Luo could say.

"It's okay, I was rude." Polnareff held his forehead, "Talking about this must make you uncomfortable, so I'll take my leave first." After speaking, he left the corner as if fleeing.

Sha Luo didn't stop him, she just stared at her palm. According to legend, there is a divination method in the East, which can tell the length of a person's life and the level of fortune through the lines on the palm, no matter how she clenches her fists or overlaps them. The palm, the lines representing life on her palm... all disappeared abruptly halfway.

She should take a step ahead of her younger siblings, Sha Luo closed her eyes and smiled, feeling somewhat relieved.