Mr. Oda and his friends

Wind and water were blowing up on the sea, and the Central Plains floating in mid-air continued to bombard Lovecraft who was lying in the water like a god of destruction.Judging from the surviving shell of the Outer God, it can be seen that he was tortured inhumanely—the severed limbs and fragments swayed with the waves, and he was almost beaten into a puddle of flesh.

Other than that, no humans or humanoids exist.

"Hey, it's all right here."

Watching the excitement and seeing that Nakahara Chu had almost exhausted himself, Osamu Dazai followed behind the two "bodyguards" and approached the runaway Aragami.

【Different Abilities Disqualification in the World】

The pale light covered up the raging black and red filth, and Zhongya swayed on the spot twice before finally regaining his senses: "It's a trap, I fell for it!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground. His leader had no mercy and didn't even pull him. It was Xia You who kindly supported the petite orange-haired young man with a spell... Ah no, young man.

According to Hiyori's personality, she will never disappear for no reason, and she may even release the [combination] trapped in her palm when she is in danger.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and immediately connected all the clues together to get the answer: "Interesting, what do you want, a human being who spares no effort to kidnap gods?"

"Anyway, it won't be a good thing." Xia You raised her eyebrows, took out her mobile phone and contacted any friends who stayed there honestly: "I will let people take the time to check the conjurer. Since the Panxing Sect, there are still No one is so bold as to jump out and act as a demon."

"As for those with supernatural powers, PortMafia will never sit back and watch our allies be bullied. We are the boss of Yokohama." A rippling flashed through kite-colored eyes, Osamu Dazai turned to Oda Sakunosuke and said, "Oda Saku, I Bring the slug back to the port first. The information will be sent to the Armed Detective Agency within an hour, and it's time to use the most valuable detective in the world."

Even if an ordinary citizen is kidnapped by a foreigner, there will be a public welfare organization calling for help on his behalf. What's more, the kidnapped this time is the god who has sheltered here for several years, and forced to create holidays for the magicians... It's a matter of face They were all stripped clean and ridiculed on the face, even if the uncle could bear it, the aunt could not.

"...I understand, I'll be right back." Xia You's face became darker and darker when he made the call, Dazai dragged the unconscious Chuuya off the curse spirit and threw him into the car that had been waiting for a long time, then turned back and spread his hands: "Look at your I already know the expression, what's the bad news?"

Xia You raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow with his thumb: "I'm afraid Mr. Luanbu... I can't concentrate on Rihe's side in a short time."

He looked at Sakunosuke Oda: "When we were leaving, the assassins raided the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Mr. Taneda and Mr. Fukuzawa were in danger. No one has died so far. The assassins took Satoru's boundless space on the spot and are being handed over to Mr. Sakaguchi for interrogation."

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, hit the east and hit the west, it's so beautifully used."

Osamu Dazai laughed with a "wow", and he was a little bit gorgeous: "At least three parties. The assassin must be a member of the [Group], and the little Yokohama He Dehe... The only thing they didn't count is probably five Mister was actually persuaded to stay where he was and wait for orders."

He waved his hand at the car behind him, the white-haired old man nodded respectfully, and quickly drove the car to the headquarters of the port area.

In any case, Nakahara Nakaya must first wake up before he can learn more and more detailed information from him.

Within an hour, PortMafia's video connection was sent to Ango Sakaguchi, the assistant officer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the current powerful figure in the department.

"A weird person with sutures on her forehead appeared with a strange item. Under the interference of the monster, she couldn't escape and was taken away..."

There was a bit of fatigue and anger in the voice, and the screen quickly changed to another room, where the leader of PortMafia rarely showed his face: "Time is running out, so I won't talk nonsense. [Combination] can be solved by us at PortMafia. In exchange, the ability What can the Secret Service give me?"

"Ability business license." Ango Sakaguchi tightened his jaw: "And, all the inbound members of [Group]."

If there is something wrong with the farming chief...

"Friendly reminder, Edogawa Ranpo of the Armed Detective Agency will tell you where the enemy's stronghold is, provided that you don't touch Fukuzawa Yukichi." The black-haired man gave a short laugh: "I know what that is, let's go together." The poison. Within three days, if you can’t catch the person with the supernatural ability behind the manipulation, at least one will die and the other will live, and at worst, two will die and none will survive.”

"What!" Ango Sakaguchi clenched his hand on the table, "..."

"I see, this is to push forward the approval process of PortMafia's ability business license."

People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Anyway, PortMafia has never paid taxes unambiguously.Although I don't know why I felt an inexplicable hostility towards myself from the leader of PortMafia, the other party always put on a posture of cooperation.In times of crisis like this, there can never be too much help.

Chief Taneda, President Fukuzawa, and Kohinori, no matter which one is wrong.Ango Sakaguchi tried his best to get rid of the discomfort, quickly measuring the gains and losses and making decisions.

"Then... hand over the evidence, hand over the person, looking forward to your good news."

Osamu Dazai added a sentence in a strange way, and cut off the video.

Fight with me, huh, huh.

"Miss Miyata, I am sorry to have to meet you under such circumstances. I am very sorry, please forgive me."

The greeting with a strange accent woke up the confused girl.

The cage that fell, the foreigner who was temporarily thrown out by her and quickly bit back, and the suture...

Outside the oversized exquisite birdcage, there were three men sitting at a white round table—one with a plain face and sutures on his forehead, one with black hair, purple eyes, thin and pale with dark circles, and the last one, Hiyori opened his eyes wide: "Priest?"

Perhaps because of the remaining conscience, he didn't even dare to lift his head: "I sincerely, sincerely apologize to you, I'm sorry, Lord Kongchan."

This code name has not been mentioned for several years.Even Rihe Manuling knew that she didn't like being called by code names—the code names didn't change, but the people who took over the code names changed diligently from generation to generation.

"Maybe we should add a warmer cushion for the lady, it's cold, huh..."

The foreign youth huddled in a chair and gnawed his nails reminded him that he was weak.

The one with stitches on his forehead suddenly realized: "That's right!"

After speaking, the two of them went to see the priest who had no face to face Hiyori. The latter persisted for a few minutes, and the veins on his forehead showed that he couldn't calm down at the moment.In the end, he couldn't hold back those two gazes, bowed his head, stood up, and bowed: "Master Kong Chan, please wait a moment."

When he opened the door and went out, the remaining two people looked at each other, neither of them opened their mouths first.

"who are you?"

Hiyori didn't touch the cage bars, she knew it.This is a device specially used by the Academy of Sciences to restrict the movement of humans and gods - she was locked in this device and sent all the way to No. [-] Honmaru.Since the priest appeared here, it is not surprising where this thing came from.

The man with the stitches on his forehead took two steps forward, bowed his waist and saluted: "I'm just an ordinary magician."

"I remember you. You walked in front of me holding an umbrella." The chance encounter many years ago may not have been a chance encounter.

The man smiled: "Really? Maybe you can think about it again? Think about it a little more."

"... Knotweed, Kaori?" It was the suture on the forehead that was so recognizable that Hiyori immediately recalled the lady who only existed in the data, came back from the dead and gave birth to a son.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

He clasped his hands together and praised: "What a pity, people in the future are scared out of their wits by the crisis, to waste your talent so recklessly."

"Human beings are always ugly, stupid, lazy, timid, and selfish. Regardless of the past, present, or future." The foreign youth walked in from another direction, bent slightly with one hand on his chest: "Here, I would like to The last one pays homage, miss."

So neither of these two cunning fellows would speak their names, not even pseudonyms.

Hiyori stared at them for a while, then moved his eyes to the round table: "My knife..."

Tsurumaru Kuni Yongan lay quietly on the tablecloth, with the dagger stuck in the apple standing beside him.

The priest opened the door and walked into the room. He saw two people standing not far from the birdcage, and hurried forward to drive them away: "Ruthless! Don't insult the air around Mr. Kongchan!"

One of the two men shrugged and the other pretended not to hear anything, each took two steps back and smiled as he watched him stuff a blanket for Rihe through the fence.

"Master Kongchan, I'm very guilty, I'm very sorry. Please look at it, look at it..." He didn't know what else was worth asking for forgiveness, so he could only skip this paragraph: "Please extend your hand for the last time. "

The human god who was as silent as a sculpture in his memory tilted his head like an ordinary girl at this moment: "You have to tell me what it is first, and you can't just try to trick me into nodding in a daze."

Priest: "..."

For him, such a reply can basically be regarded as a reprimand.The man hurriedly knelt down, arched his back and bowed his head: "Sorry, please rest for a while."

The two impudent collaborators behind him let out a "tiny" laugh loud enough to be heard, like arrows piercing their backs.

"Ahem, maybe we should add some tea and sweets. It's too impolite to just invite a lady like this."

The young man who asked for a blanket looked around, turned around and walked out: "Please rest well, Ms. Miyata."

The priest suppressed his anger and stared at the two men until they all went out of the room, then held back the shame and picked up Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was on the table: "Please allow me to step back first, and the food will wait." It will be delivered to you."

He didn't dare to leave Tsurumaru Kuninaga's original copy here, what if the vibrating sword responded to the spiritual power of the God Judge?Next time, I might not be able to find another chance to "invite" her.