Friend, bring it to you!

Gojo Satoru didn't care what other people's reactions were, and was directly amused by Nakahara Chuya's words. This laughter made both Nakahara Chuya and Lin Xianming feel inexplicable. The appearance of the heart said:

"Lin, who is this person? Isn't it enough to have me by your side?"

Nakahara finally couldn't bear it any longer. He glanced at Dazai Osamu, then at Gojo Satoru who was holding the wine with an innocent face, and couldn't help asking:

"Are you sorcerers so idle?"

Gojo Satoru said "Oops", and handed the wine in his hand to the old man beside him. A pair of long legs were also squeezed into the sofa, Erlang's legs were raised, and his expression looked very regretful:

"So Mr. Chuya knows me."

Chuya Nakahara: What is this guy regretting?

Although he thought so in his heart, Zhong Yuanzhong also habitually pressed the hat on his head, nodded and said: "I heard it a little bit."

Gojo Satoru's unscrupulous face made Nakahara Zhong also see someone's shadow for some reason.

Gojo Wujo was casual and careless: "You really deserve to be the cadre of the port afia."

Lin Xianming endured and endured, and when the group of people met and didn't get down to business at all, instead they chatted about nothing, and finally broke out:

"You guys, what are you doing?"

Because he was too excited, his voice even had a little accent.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled by the voice, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Are you a man?"

Lin Xian took a look at him and chuckled, "Sorry, it's genuine."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing out loud: "Lin Lin Jiang..."

"Stop." Lin Xianming couldn't hold back, and stopped the guy in time, "Please don't call me that, Mr. Wutiao."

Wujo Wu tilted his head: "Lin, how can we be so unfamiliar."

Lin...Zhong Yuanzhong also heard this address, combined with the characteristics of the person in front of him, raised his head and tentatively said a name: "Lin Xianming?"

"You know me?" Lin Xianming's eyes instantly became vigilant, and his hands were behind his back, as if he would take out the dagger on his body if there was any change.

"I've just heard about it." Nakahara Zhong also seemed not to care about Lin Xianming's surging killing intent at all, and after explaining casually, he looked at Osamu Dazai who was watching the fun.

"So what are you people coming here in groups for?" Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the three of them, and finally set his eyes on the two bottles of wine, "Or, explain to me Come on, where did you get this thing from?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru looked at Lin Xianming, Lin Xianming...

Feeling the eyes of these two people, Lin Xianming was instantly furious, but because his appearance was completely non-threatening: "What are you looking at me for? How do I know?"

"Yeah, what Lin Lin said is right, how do I know." Osamu Dazai repeated the reading with a smile, and a vein appeared on the top of Zhongya Nakahara's head.

"If Aji doesn't know, it's even more impossible for me to know." Gojo Satoru leaned on the sofa like an old man, changed his leg and continued to cross his legs.

When Osamu Dazai heard this address, he seemed to be taken a step back disgustedly, and leaned against Lin Xianming's arm in a small bird, "Lin Lin, I only want to be called that by you alone, brother Wu called me that Are you not angry?"

Lin Xianming twitched his hand, and finally decided to stay away from them here, and to get closer to Zhong Yuanzhong, who seemed to be the only normal person, and his expression was even a little distorted:

"I said, if you hate each other, can you not take me?"

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, and said in unison, "Lin Lin—"

Lin Xianming turned his head to look at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye: "I'll go first."

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched their farce with cold eyes, and for some reason even felt a little sympathetic to the killer. He knew the name only by accident. Sister Hongye once chatted with her subordinates, and talked about the style of the mayor's son and the murderer who was killed. News, and even praised the killer in the office.

Even if there is little publicity about this matter, the intelligence network of Port Afia has heard about it to some extent.

Central Plains actually admires this kid.

But right now, that bottle of fake wine is the key point. It’s not that Nakahara Chuya has a lot of troubles, but the moment he saw Dazai Osamu today, Nakahara Chuka knew that this guy did it deliberately. .

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't intend to waste time with this group of people, so he directly entered the topic: "Where did you get this wine?"

Nakahara picked up the bottle that Gojo Satoru had brought, and began to examine it carefully.

"It was brought from a magical place, maybe Chuya will go there in the future."

Osamu Dazai casually brought up this topic, then took the initiative to speak, and asked, "Chuya, what do you think are the reasons for the appearance of these identical wines?"

"Extraordinary ability." Nakahara didn't know why Osamu Dazai would ask these boring questions, and pressed his hat again, leaning against the wall, quite uninhibited: "Or it's the ability of outsiders."

The blue pupils were serious at the moment: "You care so much, is there someone making trouble?"

"Of course not." Dazai Osamu propped his head leisurely, and motioned Gojo Satoru to take out a photo, "This wine is not the point, the point is, if you are in Yokohama recently, you see this gentleman in the photo If so, please help me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt as if he was being played with, and raised his eyes with a mocking expression on his face: "You guy, you use this kind of thing to attract me, do you want to taste the taste of gravity?"

"Chuya, they are expanding your network for you." Osamu Dazai drew his voice, "I remember Mr. Kazumori said that this is a commission from the magic world."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say anything, he stretched out his hand to put the photo away, and sneered:

"Leave far away."

As soon as the words fell, Osamu Dazai and the other two stopped staying. In an instant, only Gojo Satoru's still smiling voice was heard:

"This wine will be given to the Zhongye cadres."

"I don't need it." Before Zhongyuan Zhong could say it, these people had long since disappeared.

After the three left the winery, they did not go to the public relations department to find Chun Shanjun, but were together on the streets of Tokyo.

Lin Xianming was still a little dizzy when he was brought here by Wujo Wu, and he was still holding Osamu Dazai in his hand.

"So, why don't you take this guy yourself." Lin Xianming looked at Dazai Osamu who was covering his head and said he was dizzy, and said speechlessly.

"Azhi's ability is like this. Once I touch him, we won't be able to teleport."

Gojo Satoru shrugged and answered in a girlish tone.

Lin Xianming was so chilled by the tone that he had nothing to say to these two people. Looking at the bustling city streets, he said impatiently, "This is Tokyo, right? What are you doing here? Besides, what have you guys figured out just now?"

Osamu Dazai touched his chin, and said happily: "I understand that the PR department may really be outside the world?"

Gojo Satoru: "Understood that the boss may really not care about world affairs?"

"Speak human words to me!" Lin Xianming frowned.

"All in all, the things in the public relations department may not be real." Osamu Dazai no longer had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes didn't know where to look.

Lin Xianming felt a little puzzled: "What is there to explore? Aren't all gods always like this?"

"Lin Lin thinks he is a god?" Osamu Dazai seemed surprised by Lin Xianming's reaction and raised his eyebrows.

"Is it important?" Lin Xianming asked back, but then murmured, "But it's true whether it's a god or a ghost."

"No, no, no." Gojo Satoru hugged him, "That boss is indeed just an ordinary person."

"It's just that, that store, I don't know what the hell it is."

Gojo Satoru had just finished saying this, before Lin Xianming could react, he heard a bang from the same place, Tokyo seemed to have encountered some disaster, and the ground was a little shaken.

Osamu Dazai looked into the distance, only a blue sword stood quietly in the air, and the sword facing it just now had disappeared.

public relations department.

Chun Shan Jun looked at the watch on his wrist, and scratched his hair a little irritably.

Zhou Fangzun logically said that this point should have come. If he hadn't come here yet, maybe there was something wrong with that function card, and if Zhou Fangzun came here, he hadn't thought about how to explain it to Shishu Duoliang.

The clerks who thought they were having a serious meeting, but found that their boss seemed to be in an inexplicable mood: ...

Ten bunches of Duoduoliang seemed to have a sense of it, and asked the boss with his chin propped up: "Boss, why isn't it over today? Is it possible that there will be newcomers coming over?"

When Chun Shanjun, who was still restless at first, heard this question, he froze for a moment: "Ah, yes."

This remark may have opened up the conversation in the meeting, and the shop assistants became active in an instant.

"Who is the newcomer?" Shuji Tsushima was the first to be curious, and what kind of capable person can come here.

"Well, it might be an acquaintance." Chunshan Jun answered after thinking for a moment.

"Acquaintance?" Osamu Dazai, who is familiar with certain plots, blinked his eyes: "It can't be..."

"That's not true," Chunshan Jun naturally knew that the other party was referring to a family member of a certain cadre, and shook his head in denial.

"I see." After hearing these words, Shishu Tara quickly figured out something, and the uneasiness in his heart since yesterday was inexplicably appeased. Although he still couldn't accept it now, he still smiled:

"The boss actually lied to me with the king, it's too hateful."

"Sorry." Chunshan Jun smiled wryly. He naturally knew that the ten bundles of Tatara could feel it. After all, the loss of power within the red group, as a cadre, Tatara probably felt it.

This apology stunned Tokuta Tara. In his impression, the boss would never apologize for these things, but the boss who apologized like this is more like a flesh and blood person than before.

He still remembers the indifferent look in his boss's eyes when he calmly told the ending of Wang Hui's death a few days ago.

It seems that the boss has also experienced a terrible thing recently.

Shishu Duoduoliang showed his face: "It's okay, but when the king comes, I will definitely talk about him well."

After speaking, he waved his fist.

Red King.

Many people who knew about the sword knew more or less the inside story.When Xia Youjie was in high school, he had researched with his friends whether the so-called Sword of Damocles was also a strong curse.

Hui Yuanxiong had probably heard about this topic before, and when he heard about Chi Wang, he subconsciously looked at Xia Youjie.

Feeling this gaze, Xia Youjie suddenly thought of the time in high school, a time that cannot be recalled and cannot go back.

Although he was forced to wear a high school uniform by Gojo Satoru and Jiarui Glass a few days ago, he recalled his youth.

Xia Youjie's thoughts flew unconsciously today.

Also curious, there is also the police duo who have not had much contact with this unnatural force due to their own duties.

"I thought it would be our acquaintance." Although he was curious, Hagiwara Kenji still felt regretful inevitably.

He hasn't seen his friend for a long time.

"I will definitely see you." Matsuda Jin usually looks unreliable, but in fact he is a public official with strong professional ability and psychological quality.

When Haruyama Jun met them for the first time, he accidentally revealed that several of them would come here. Even though Matsuda Jinpei was a little melancholy after hearing it, he quickly realized it.

This is not to comfort Hagiwara Kenji, but as a policeman, with excellent brain power + psychological quality.

Several people were chatting vigorously. Zhou Fangzun, who still looks like a lion with red hair, walked in:

"Boss, long time no see."

Chun Shanchun was stunned, not sure what sense of ritual Chi Wang was taking at this time, he waved his hands and said:

"Didn't I just meet you yesterday? Why are you being polite? Let me introduce myself first."

Zhou Fangzun nodded, exuding a lazy temperament: "Zhou Fangzun."

After all, Lin Qiaomei is a little girl. After seeing Zhou Fangzun's aura exuding from her body, she quietly leaned into Miyano Akemi's ear and asked softly:

"Sister Mingmei, who do you think compares Mr. Zun and Mr. Fu Hei?"

Everyone present: Sister Lin, in fact, our physical fitness and ear power are pretty good.

Only Fu Heisher leaned over his head and smiled ambiguously at the little girl: "Which one is more?"