Mr. Oda and his friends

The so-called pigeon man is a constant pigeon, Gojo Satoru who threw his friend outside never thought that, in just ten minutes, he himself became the one who was thrown out.At this moment, he found a chair in Mr. Fukuzawa's office and sat down. Out of respect for his elders, this guy didn't put his feet up.

If the night moth found out, it would definitely be moved to tears!

While thinking this way, Bai Mao opened his mouth to explain why he came here: "President Fukuzawa, I would like to entrust you with Miyata Hiyori, a member of your company, hehe."

"Is it Hiyori?" Fukuzawa Yukichi opened the document and scanned it without looking up. Even if it was just a summary report, he pretended to read it with gusto.Don't look at the child's behavior, maybe you can listen to him more calmly, "Strictly speaking, she is just my secretary, a clerk who has no combat capabilities, and in principle does not accept dangerous commissions."

Wu Tiao doesn't care what other people think of him. He planned to discuss it with Xia Youjie on the road, but his friend was absent-minded and missed a sentence, so he could only take the first step and try it casually.

"There's no danger~ It's only one or two months a year. Please ask her to play a cameo role as a kind god who is merciful and merciful, and the Wutiao family will pay for it." The young man elongated his voice with a smile, looking like a furball that needs to be beaten: "Hey, Mr. Fukuzawa, sooner or later Hiyori's spiritual power will be discovered by the upper echelons of the magic world. Those old people are not kind people, so I plan to act first."

President Fukuzawa stopped turning the page: "What do you want to do?"

"Well, in fact, there are no more detailed operating steps, but there is always a general direction." Wutiao seemed to find something interesting on the roof, and he raised his head and stared at it with a buzzing voice: "If you can put Those old people who are as timid as a mouse and only care about self-protection, please go back to live their lives. Do you know that the death rate of young conjurers has been controlled intentionally or unintentionally by the upper echelons—in order to prevent unexpected enemies from appearing, Weaken yourself first because of this bullshit point of view..."

"Although most of the people who have problems are too weak, they are also very troublesome! For example, in this astral body incident, why do you have to use a living person to prevent Tianyuan from evolving? If you want to evolve, let him evolve. It's no big deal. Don't use the enchantment either. It's going to make me old...ah no, it made me spend a lot of time and get beaten up, I'm very angry no matter how I think about it!"

The young man was rambling about indiscriminately, but it was miraculous that Fukuzawa Yukichi understood it: "I understand, you want to combine Hiyori's power as a human god to force the political opponents back."

"I have only one question about what you said." He put away the documents under his palm, and turned his attention to the young man suspected of suffering from ADHD: "No matter what means you use, your ultimate goal is to establish a new Order or just want everyone to listen to your arrangement?"

"Eh..." Wu Tiao pinched the strands of hair hanging from his forehead and asked in confusion, "Is there any difference? I am the New Order."

"So, how can I ensure that in the eyes of people who come after you 40 years later, you are not the image that your predecessors see you today?" For young people with strength and good background, arrogance is probably a common problem among them.President Fukuzawa rested his hands on the armrests of the chair, with a serious expression on his face, but in fact the old god was there: "In other words, how can you prevent yourself from becoming an obstacle to the new order after a few years."

People change. Different heights and statuses represent the interests of different groups. So many factors are mixed together, and it cannot be resolved by the parties concerned swearing at their chests.

Wutiao showed a demented expression, obviously, he hadn't thought about these problems at all.The guy was too young, and the beating he'd received from society had only just begun, to be too idealistic and taken for granted.

"So, the topic goes back to the beginning. Do you want to establish a new order that can circulate on its own, or make everyone have to listen to you."

The former requires a lot of investment, high risk, uncertain output, and the creator is likely to become a sacrifice of the new order; as for the latter, the executor only needs to consider what he will do during his lifetime, and even if the flood is raging after his death, It doesn't matter much anymore.

The young conjurer was very confused when he heard this: "Is that so, I actually just want to have more vacations so that I can be lazy?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

It seems that it's time to call Mr. Moth, how much work is this going to be?It actually forced all the young people to want to rebel!

"If you don't plan to take power yourself, maybe there is a third plan that you can learn from." He retracted his gaze and turned to staring at the white steam rising from the mouth of the teacup: "In our Yokohama, there is a three-party check and balance structure that is Gradually generated, maybe it can bring some inspiration. You are still young, and time has passed, so you can read more and learn from the experience of successful people."

It sounds like advice from a very reliable elder.There are no such old tunes as those who listen or don't want to listen, traditions, etc., and they are not just perfunctory excuses. The president of the Armed Detective Agency really wants to tell him something!

Gojo Satoru restrained his overly unrestrained posture, nodded vigorously up and down: "Okay, let's do this first, thank you!"

After saying hello, he opened the door and went out. When he walked into the staff office where there were only people in the tea room, he suddenly realized: "Huh? I seem to want to ask the little one to spend a month or two every year to do me a favor?"

Before I knew it, I was distracted from the topic!And... where are my teammates?So where is the teammate with a big ball head and small eyes who blame bangs?

Forget it, just sit here and wait for them to come back.

On the other side, Oda Sakunosuke led Xia Youjie and Hiyori to find Ango Sakaguchi who was angry at the end of the messy corridor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs office building.

"Why didn't the information sent back by the informant yesterday be submitted until this morning? Don't mention the fax machine to me. If all the responsibilities can be pushed to the fax machine, what is the government hiring you elites for? Why not? Just hire some fax machine repairmen!"

The almost materialized flames above his head could be seen from six or seven meters away, and Sakunosuke Oda defended his friend in a flat tone: "Recently, Yokohama is a bit chaotic, and there is a lot of work in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the overtime is too long. It's normal to have a bad temper too."

Rihe Mengmeng nodded, Xia Youjie smiled wryly.

Isn't it, especially when the work is heavy and at the same time meet a few pig teammates who are slowing down, the feeling is so simple.

"Sakunosuke, what is needed at this time is to save the atmosphere and not add fuel to the fire, okay?"

The young civil servant whose ears were still very sensitive in his anger immediately turned his gun and sprayed something, but he quickly calmed down, and ordered one by one to send personnel to remedy the mistakes, and tried his best to arrange support to help the informant who had been released.After busying around for an hour without touching the ground, and finally dismissing the subordinates who were coming and going to ask for ideas, Mr. Sakaguchi then pulled off his tie and took a breath: "Business?"

"No, it's a private matter, Hiyori has a small wish."

Of course, the investigation on the Panxing Sect must be done in private, so that we can really find out some useful dry goods.

Ango Sakaguchi glanced at Rihe, and then looked at Xia You who was standing behind as a guard: "Okay, I should also rest for a few hours... The bar I used to go to seems to be good."

"You mean PULIN?" Oda Sakunosuke nodded, turned around and stopped Hiyori from going out: "Then let's go, sit down at the bar and talk."

Xia Youjie who has been listening quietly: "..."

This expansion doesn't seem right?Don't you think there is something wrong with bringing minors into the bar?

When he walked into the LUPIN bar at the bottom and sat down, he inexplicably had a drink list in his hand, and soon there was an inexplicably golden glass of wine in front of him.The bartender bowed slightly respectfully, then quietly walked away with one hand behind his back like an old western gentleman.

"..."

Forget it, anyway, he is not a well-behaved person, and he has a lot of things like tobacco and alcohol in school.The ball-headed young man glanced sideways at the hot milk in Hirihe's hand, and turned his attention to Mr. Sakaguchi with satisfaction: "Long time no see, how are you?"

"It's okay. If Yokohama can restore calm as soon as possible and don't make me have to work overtime, it will probably really get better."

He sighed, took a sip from his glass and put it down: "Tell me, what is it that made you go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to find me?"

"Hiyori?"

Oda Sakunosuke gestured to Hiyori to explain, the girl turned to look at her tutor holding the hot sweet milk: "Mr. Sakaguchi, I want to investigate a religious organization called 'Panxing Cult'."

"Specifically, what aspect? For example, taxation, qualifications, legal person, or other detailed content that can be named."

Ango Sakaguchi took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as he recalled: "We do have a copy of the directory of religious organizations here. It took a long time to find out the details. Either I give you permission to go in and look it up yourself, or wait."

"I can send the curse spirit to look for it. There is a curse spirit formed by the resentment of the data manager here. It's not a big problem." Xia Youjie took the initiative to take over the problem, and Ango Sakaguchi looked at him and became enthusiastic in an instant: " Boy, have you considered taking the civil service exam?"

"Feel sorry!"

With long hair, ear studs, and fancy clothes, the conjurer, who was basically no different from a bad boy, smiled and refused: "I don't think I'm used to a place with strict rules."

"Ah...that's it, then there's no other way."

Mr. Sakaguchi quickly recovered from the half-dead vicissitudes of life at the beginning, and continued the previous topic: "After a while, you and I will return to the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Once the people who take turns leave after get off work, you can go to the archives room to find things."