Quanzai Cone

"Ah, Miss Yin, good afternoon!" I saw a familiar face in the corridor and greeted myself.

The glamorous woman in a black-haired suit walked past me holding a stack of documents without squinting.I didn't take it seriously, my eyes followed the thick document, and I sighed in annoyance.

"...Why do the mafia have more clerical affairs than government departments?" I muttered, "Zhijun's desk is almost full."

This is not the category of overtime work at all. Whether it is Zhijun, Miss Yin, or Dunjun who I met before, they are busy at work all day long, and their dedication to work can be called a model in Yokohama.Especially Zhijun, who works so hard that I have never seen him sleep here—it makes people wonder if he is "Dazai Osamu". After all, the Zhijun I am familiar with is very trustworthy in major matters, but insignificant and trivial The mission is basically dodge and dodge...

Today's lunch break, it's a mess again.

Even though I didn't expect much from the beginning, once these documents are delivered, it's even more impossible for Zhi-kun to listen to my words and go to rest obediently.

When I was worrying, several men in black came and went through my body.I shook my head, got into the elevator that had just closed the door, and said to the gloomy man, "Excuse me, please press a number near the top floor."

In the past few days, in addition to telling Zhijun about the polar adventure in detail, I also walked out of the chief's office and took a stroll around the building of the port mafia with my consent.To be honest, it was very boring. Even if Zhijun didn't warn me which places I couldn't go to, I consciously avoided all office spaces and storage rooms, so that in the end I could only wander in the corridors of each floor, and I couldn't see anything other than people. .Moreover, after discovering that the "mind reading" of depersonalized people is still working, I dare not even look at people.

Zhijun, who is absolutely monitoring me closely, must be very disappointed that I am so honest, but, I am really not a spy or assassin sent by someone... Which spy will keep urging the target to rest more and eat on time!

I curled my lips and looked at the lit floor button, feeling better.

is the layer below the top layer.

Because Akira didn't catch up with Miss Yin, I had to find another way to go back——After I walked out of the chief's office, I went from being in a semi-ghost state where I couldn't touch humans other than Zhijun but everything was normal, to completely becoming a state where no one could see, The phantom that can't touch anything, but, what makes people speechless is that the law of gravity still works on me, forcing me to walk and take the elevator honestly.

The reflective metal door couldn't reflect my bored face, only the three men in the elevator gradually got together.

As if to exchange some confidential news, one person asked in a daze, "Do you know?"

One person said: "I heard."

The man with a gloomy face turned around and lowered his voice: "Is that the news..."

The atmosphere was tense and eager, and I lifted my spirits, thinking that I was going to catch some real spies, so I watched them intently through the shadows on the elevator doors.

"That's it." The person who caused the topic was solemn, and said something that shocked me, "The leader recently bought a lot of clothes and accessories for girls in their teens!"

...Yeah, Zhijun has indeed bought too much, the bedroom closet has been filled with expensive and expensive clothes, not to mention all kinds of daily necessities and hair accessories...

Embarrassed and speechless, I silently moved to the corner of the elevator, thinking that they were going to scold my boss for being obsessed with beauty in the next second, and the organization was dangerous, but in the end——

The gloomy man blurted out: "Has the leader also become a lolicon?"

Um?What?At present, my body is 15 years old and my actual age is 25 years old. How can I be considered a "loli"? ?

I couldn't understand it, and I was so shocked that I watched them continue their outrageous discussion.

In the end, the man was heartbroken, and said in awe and fear: "A ghost... the ghost of a previous leader is wandering above the head of the port mafia... The leader must be possessed by Mr. Mori!"

"Ding Dong".

When the elevator arrived, the trio walked out worriedly. After a while, I walked out of the closing door in a daze, watching them disappear, and it took me a while to regain my senses.

So, the last leader of your organization was actually a lolicon!Also, don't talk about gossip and gossip like you're discussing state secrets, bastards!

Angrily, I let out a pooh, took a few steps to step on the decorative cabinet by the corridor, and rushed to the top floor.

Holding the floor and pulling out the lower half of my body, I followed Miss Yin who was walking to the door of the chief's office, and entered the room with her.Zhi Jun, who was busy at his desk, didn't know if he found out that his style review had been killed. He nodded to Ms. Yin to put down the document, and wrote for a while, finally raised his eyes to look at me, and smiled slightly.

"Miss, are you having fun?"

Sitting beside me watching him with my chin in my hand, I twitched the corners of my mouth and blinked my eyes: "Just, the same..."

Without looking into the root of my sudden guilt, Zhijun asked while tidying up the papers, "Where did the lady's story end?"

"It's not a story." I emphasized again, and continued the plot that was interrupted last time.

I fought against the giant tree that occupied a hillside alone, and I survived from death; after arriving at the communication tower, I snuggled up on the top of the ice peak and watched the sunrise... With the ending of "communicating with each other and returning to Tokyo", I am very grateful for this episode. The experience draws a rest.

Zhijun, who was playing with the pen, drew back his long eyelashes slightly, showing no emotion.

I couldn't help asking: "What I said is true, Zhijun, do you believe me?"

Just one percent is fine, don't treat it as a fabricated false story... A little bit, trust me a little bit.

Zhijun didn't raise his head, and picked up a new document with a calm tone.

"At the age of 15, I have never met a lady, and there will be no place where a lady can participate in my future life. Maybe one of the countless 'Dazai Osamu' will meet you, but unfortunately, it is not me."

He said it so firmly, as if it was some kind of cosmic axiom, I was speechless and stared at him for a long time.

The chief's office ruled by artificial light was so oppressive that it was difficult to form words. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't find any words to make him change his mind and accept the blueprint for the future I gave, so I stood up in frustration.

Zhijun didn't issue an order to evict the guest, but I don't really want to stay here now-of course he won't keep me.

When I opened the door, with my back to him, I spoke reluctantly.

"But now we have met. I have already participated in your life!"