Big guys are my vests

Fyodor raised his eyes lightly, the wine-red pupils were drowned in the old wine.Pale fingers hooked the handle of the cup, and the ceramic bottom hit the tray with a crisp sound.

Pop, pop!

Crisp applause echoed in the small confession room.

"Surprisingly, Chrollo."

This sentence is true. After all, the "Kurolo" in the intelligence tends to be more conservative in his actions. I didn't expect to be so decisive in a face-to-face meeting.

Did the black-haired man in front of him expect Ai's violent rise and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural power?

Hard to say.

It was obviously his trap, but for a moment it was impossible to tell who got into whose trap.

Fyodor stood up and gathered his thick overcoat. The Cossack cap hung down to cover half of his thin face.

"Please allow me to answer Miss Sonia's question." Tsukimi Riko closed the wooden door.

"Desires are intertwined, and people are born ugly. Please tell Miss Sonia that the world is ugly, and nothing else."

On the shogi board in Fyodor's hand, the chess queen stood out among the flat wooden pieces.

I saw him flexing his index finger and flicking the queen off the chessboard. Several cracks appeared on the jade queen.

"She said that the Creator God would also be negligent. For human beings, some things are too redundant." Fyodor held his chin, playing a non-existent third-person game with him.

"Krollo" looked cold when he had no expression on his face, but now he looks more relaxed.

Two pairs of cold eyes met, with the same hypocritical smile, and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who was on the side had a somewhat similar illusion at first glance.

"I think Miss Sonia has an idea?" Tsukimi Risu glanced at the chess queen.

In Fyodor's eyes, supernatural powers are superfluous; in his eyes, all abnormalities are superfluous.

The two agreed on this point.

But would Fyodor despise him like Katsuo?of course not.

"And you?" Fyodor asked back.

Although Kuroro's plan in Tokyo can be regarded as a failure, it is quite remarkable.

Most importantly, both parties want to confirm whether their plans conflict with each other.

No matter Fyodor or "Krollo", they are self-confident and even conceited, and they never stop because of others.

Once someone stands in the way of the plan, has no use value and causes obstacles, the first choice is not to solve the problem, but to solve the person who caused the problem.

The atmosphere is still friendly, but the two have already weighed in their hearts, do they want to get rid of each other?Can you get rid of each other?

They coincidentally shifted their gazes slightly to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and instantly noticed the change in each other's expressions.

In the blink of an eye, each other realized that the plans overlapped.

Without cooperation, the first step of the plan will turn into internal friction.

"Have you heard of the singularity?" Ritsu Tsukimi spoke first.

"The singularity of the ability?" The Ability Secret Service Division has just set up a research project, does "Krollo" know it?

Fyodor lowered his eyelids, restrained his expression, and quietly raised his ranking.

The so-called singularity of abilities is the result of mutual interference between various phenomena of abilities.

If the supernatural person uses the supernatural power of "strengthening the power of the touched object" on himself, he will eventually form a singularity that generates huge energy.

Fyodor really wanted to use Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to form a singularity, and to do a small experiment.

Tsukimi Ritsu smiled slightly, and taught Fyodor to realize that, just like the "Holy Grail", the two people's words refer to different objects.

The world in the eyes of the other party is far wider than Yokohama with its supernatural power structure, a blind area of ​​information that the rats of the dead house cannot collect.

Fyodor concealed the darkness in his eyes, and his fingers curled up in the thick coat couldn't help twitching. He hated the feeling of being out of control, and he absolutely wanted to investigate the organization of the opponent's back.

Seeing the corners of his lips curled slightly, Tsukimi Ritsu knew that the common problem of the script team had broken out - he couldn't bear the "possibility" that the situation was out of control.

"No." Sure enough, he parted his lips slightly, spit out the negative words Fyodor hated.

"Singularity, an abnormal time point separated from the normal timeline. Select key historical nodes to create singularity, and detonate them to achieve the purpose of burning specific human history*."

The amount of information in just a few words by Tsukimi Ritsu made Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who didn't care about these things, also raised his head and looked at him in shock.

"Burn human history." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko repeated the words of the black-haired man word by word.

He couldn't help but see the absurdity in his eyes.

It's not because the possibility of the other party's plan being realized is absurd, but because of the idea of ​​Tsukimi Ritsu-shocking the world.

Fyodor was the opposite of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, with a flash of interest in his eyes, "Destroy the existence of heresy from the root, at the expense of a small part."

"Heretics are nothing more than ants run over by the rolling wheels, they are insignificant." Speaking of this, the black-haired man was extremely happy, and his smile was genuine.

"Thereby ushering in a new world." Fyodor had to admit that the idea was very tempting, although he didn't quite agree with it.

He was considering whether to give Tsukimi Ritsu some support.

"About the 'singularity of supernatural powers', I do have a clue." Risu Tsukimi revealed part of the information, anyway, he was selling himself.

"In the armed forces of the port mafia, there is another piece of the puzzle that creates the singularity."

He did not explain that "Nakahara Chuya" can create singularities alone.

""Central Plains Zhongye". "Fyodor said his name firmly.

This is not an easy guy to deal with.

Neither follow the ordinary logical way of thinking, and often have a little condescending compassion when it is inappropriate.

No weakness at all, except for the few children he took care of.

Fyodor had a thought. After the Tokyo incident, he had collected a few fingers of the cursed king, and there might be a chance to use them...

"His power is not unlimited, just an opportunity. An opportunity to create a singularity."

As soon as Tsukimi Ritsu finished speaking, Fyodor understood that they needed Shibusawa Ryuhiko's ability "Ryuhiko no Mama" to complete another piece of the puzzle.

"I see." Fyodor made a preliminary judgment. The roads they wanted to try were different, but the initial stage was the same. As for which fork to lead to - each depended on his own ability.

The rat of the dead house has been lurking in Yokohama for many years, and the city is particularly exclusive.

Fyodor is very convinced that apart from Zhongya Chuya and Kuroro, no other forces will intervene in the near future.In other words, the Church of the Holy Church could not penetrate into Yokohama for a while.

He doesn't mind offering small favors to each other.

"Maybe I have the honor to help a little and witness history?" Fyodor tilted his head.

"You don't seem to know much about supernatural powers."

"Indeed—" Yuejian Risu was as good as a follower.

"The Rat of the Dead House can provide you with the information you need." Through the information the other party has inquired, Fyodor can also grasp the other party's next move.

"It's disrespectful." Ritsu Tsukimi and Fyodor reached an agreement temporarily.

He naturally understands the essence of this transaction. As for the truth and falsehood of the leaked information, it is still the same sentence - each depends on its own ability.

When he was leaving, Shibusawa Ryuhiko stopped him and asked, "The bond you mentioned..."

Yuejian Risu's sharp eye tails twitched lightly, "I lied to you, it's just a small joke."

After finishing speaking, he ignored him and opened the door to leave.

With Fyodor around, Mission [-] has little to do with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

After all, the source of the latter information was provided by the Mouse of the Dead House. As long as Fyodor believed it, then Shibusawa Ryuhiko would also believe it.

"He lied to you." Fyodor took the shoulder of the honest man and denied Tsukimi Ritsu's words.

It must be meaningful to form a contract, otherwise there is no need for existence, and people like them will not do useless work.

I'm afraid it has some connection with the book summoned by his opponent.

The cover of "A Thief's Ultimate Intention", a handprint appeared in Fyodor's mind.

It's so conspicuous, it's like an apple from the Garden of Eden, waiting for someone to take the bait...

"Whatever happens, don't put your hands on his cover," Fyodor said.

"Hmm." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko responded, his heart and eyes filled with collected items that ran away, "If we can't meet each other, how can I take out Atsushi Nakajima's supernatural power crystal?"

"Separate them."

//

"Chuya Nakahara" hugged Atsushi Nakajima who ran out in a hurry at the alley, and the child retrieved his mobile phone and hurriedly called the emergency contact.

A few seconds after the phone rang, Mr. Nakahara appeared in front of him like magic.

"Mr. Zhongyuan..." Seeing the familiar adults, Atsushi Nakajima's tears opened and flowed down.

He got into Yuejian Risu's arms and wept loudly, halfway through crying he felt ashamed and refused to raise his head.

Fortunately, we caught up.

Tsukimi Ritou, who teleported out and made an emergency switch, was lucky.

Seeing the child crying for a long time, he didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't ask about his mood in taking care of the child. The most important thing was that he knew who the culprit was.

Gently pressing Nakajima Atsushi's small head, Tsukimi Ritsu comforted: "I told Oda that we won't eat spicy curry today."

"Really!" Atsushi Nakajima's nose was still red, and he raised his head suddenly after hearing his words, almost hitting Tsukimi Ritsu's chin.

"En." He took out two candies from his pocket, grabbed the child's hand and stuffed it into his palm.

Atsushi Nakajima sniffed, looked down and saw that his collar was wet with tears, felt embarrassed again, lay on the side of his neck and refused to look up.

After a while, Atsushi Nakajima plucked up the courage to whisper to Ritsu Tsukimi and begged, "Mr. Nakahara, can you not tell Oda?"

Oda is already very tired from going to work every day, and he doesn't want Oda to worry.

"it is good."

Unexpectedly, the young man agreed without any further questions.

"Protect yourself and call it out when necessary." Tsukimi Riko urged.

Atsushi Nakajima nodded, knowing he was referring to Ai.

After Atsushi Nakajima returned, a little carrot head pushed the children's chair and sat beside Chuya Nakahara's desk.

Luckily, the desk is big enough, so it is not too crowded for one big and four small.

Mori Ogai saw that there was another child, and the mask of pain on his face deepened.

There is nothing wrong with him liking underage, but only for loli.

"Mr. Mori." Tsukimi Ritou went out and met Fu Heihui who also came back from school, and brought him home by the way.

Mori Ogai just wanted to escape, even dealing with five Osamu Dazai was happier than a group of children.

Osamu Dazai was equally sleepy, he thought he could play a trick on Chuya Nakahara, but Yuzu Yuhito always interrupted his spellcasting accurately.

I hate intuition the most!Dazai thought angrily.

//

Office of the Port Mafia Chief.

Tsukimi Ritsu asked for a private meeting with the old leader, and the suspicious old leader left behind the current head of the intelligence department, Ren Jianyi.

Yuejian Risu still had a cold face, which made the old leader feel at ease.

A powerful subordinate who seldom socializes, never forms a gang, and only cares about money and his own kid.

A good knife.

"The supernatural person who guides everyone's desires does exist. During the investigation, the information revealed by the other party made me conclude that there was a traitor within the port mafia." Yue Jian Ritou said.

The old leader was most afraid that his subordinates would have different intentions, so his face darkened instantly.

"The name of the person with the ability is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."