Big guys are my vests

Nakahara also realized that he was not included in the "we" in Tsukimi Risu's words.

"Is brother going back to Academy City with them?" he guessed.

Is there someone over there that my brother can't let go of?No, probably not, he never heard his elder brother mention it.

"I'm afraid that the conscious body's body reshaped by supernatural power crystallization will be unstable." Tsukimi Ritsu brushed away the broken hair that fell in front of Zhongya Zhongya, and found a relatively acceptable excuse.

"Can't I go with my brother?" Zhongyuan Zhong also pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly, but he didn't avoid his movements. The boy's originally clear voice was muffled.

Yuejian Ritou laughed, "Chuya is already Youruhito's reliable older brother."

Yuzu Yujin tugged at the corner of Nakahara Chuya's clothes, looked up at them, his honey-like golden pupils showed curiosity, "Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, Chuya, where are we going?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, clicked his tongue softly, knelt down and picked him up, and grabbed the child's fleshy cheeks, "You troublesome brat, don't go anywhere."

A rumor has emerged about the port mafia.

The faction that is firmly pro-predecessor leaders died or disappeared during the previous turmoil. Among them is the current leader, that is, the handwriting of Mori Ogai.

To say why...

"Don't you know? The deceased cadre questioned Sen openly... In short, he questioned the person who was not appointed in the last generation's will. After all, he was just a small doctor, not even a personal physician."

"That's right. In terms of qualifications, Mr. Jian Guan, even a Central Plains cadre who took office later, is more suitable than the current one."

"But the last words of the ancestors were endorsed by Mr. Gu... Could it be that Mr. Gu was bribed by him?"

"From this point of view, the disappearance of Mr. Jianguan is very suspicious."

Rumors like these spread throughout the port mafia.

"What do you think of Dazai-kun?" Mori Ogai looked out the window at Yokohama.

Recently, Osamu Dazai was sent out by him to track down Fyodor, and he hasn't shown up in the port mafia for a while.

Osamu Dazai had faint dark circles under his eyes, he yawned slowly, rubbed his eyes to wake up for a while, and then answered Mori Ogai.

"Does Mr. Mori doubt "Nakahara Chuya"?That guy doesn't look like the type to do things around the bush. "

He didn't take Mori Ogai's question seriously. The other party obviously had the answer in his heart, but he wanted to grab a strong man to chat with him.

Given the current port mafia, he is the only one who can truly be called Mori Ogai's confidant...

"When will Mr. Mori pay me double salary?" Osamu Dazai held his chin in dissatisfaction.

"It's really not like him to deduce from the appearance." Mori Ogai also had a little doubt about his deduction, so he asked Osamu Dazai to discuss.

It's not that "Nakahara Chuya" doesn't know how to beat around the bush. After all, in Mori Ogai's mind, that guy is not an upright person, but his means are too low.

"But from the perspective of vested interests, he is the biggest beneficiary. Don't worry too much, mere rumors can't shake the building that is about to be built." Mori Ogai shook his head, "Where is Dazai-kun, is there any news about Majin?"

"A little bit." Osamu Dazai bent his index finger and brought it closer to his thumb, leaving a distance of half a centimeter.

Mori Ogai sighed helplessly, if there is, there is, if not, there is no, there is a little bit of answer, "So are you at the stage where there are clues but not yet clear?"

Osamu Dazai nodded dispensably, a schadenfreude flashed in his narrowed eyes.

Mr. Mori is so pitiful, everyone is standing opposite you for the time being.

However, the retribution came earlier across time and space, so there is nothing he can do~

During this time, apart from communicating with Fyodor, Osamu Dazai has been pursuing MIMIC's information more, and even borrowed the channel from Majin.

After integrating the fragmented information, he deduced that André Gide, the leader of MIMIC, possessed the same supernatural power as Odasaku.

It's easy to guess the mind of a person like Gide, who wants to die but also pursues redemption.

Stretch out your hand sadly in the abyss, dragging down more gray people.

Knowing Gide's supernatural ability, it becomes clear why Gide got involved with Oda Saku.

I'm afraid Gide unilaterally decided that Oda Saku was the one who could bring them relief.

As for what role Mori Ogai played in this matter, Osamu Dazai has no way of knowing.

But to make another "Dazai Osamu" so angry that he would die in a wrong way...

Osamu Dazai hooked the corners of his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the person in the main seat, "It's basically the same as what Mr. Mori said~"

Mori Ogai's movement of holding the quill was slightly stiff, there was something wrong, his brows were furrowed for a moment, and then smoothed away.

He tried to find out the reason, maybe Osamu Dazai concealed the real progress of the mission?

"Don't play too much, Dazai." Mori Ogai knocked.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Understood."

The recent rumors are indeed Ritsu Tsukimi's operation, the reason is very simple, he wants to let Shibusawa Tatsuhiko see his "sincerity" of cooperation, and the further action is different from the direction Mori Ogai thought.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't really want to call "Chuya Nakahara" the superior, he just wanted to take "Kurolo" away while taking advantage of the chaos.

He doesn't care who wins between Ritou Tsukimi and Ogai Mori, the more intense the fight the better.

[I hope to receive the remaining compensation in the near future. 】

Tsukimi Ritsu's message quickly received a positive reply.

【it is good. 】

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko pushed open the gate of Kosai and sent a message to Fyodor.

He didn't know the meaning of what he did, maybe it was just a guarantee, and the anxiety in his heart prompted him to find another lock.

The fog shrouded the skeleton, and crystals of different abilities were neatly displayed.

"Please." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko gestured.

He saw the cobalt blue eyes of "Nakahara Chuya" sweep across the crystal room, and a softness flashed in his eyes... The confusion in his heart grew more and more, Shibusawa Ryuhiko secretly prepared for emergencies.

The dark red energy overflowed from Tsukimi Ritou's body, and gradually dispersed like a blood mist, expanding rapidly in just a few seconds, and the pace of chasing the white mist covered the entire skeleton.

"It's too troublesome to choose one by one, Shibusawa-san, do you mind if I change the method?" Tsukimi Ritsuto said the request, but cut it first and then played it.

At this moment, the position of master and slave was faintly reversed, Shibusawa Ryuhiko also realized this, and he lowered his face.

"Are you with Mori Ogai?"

The illusory white mist changed its slow and wandering posture, and gradually condensed into a solid body, pointing directly at the only outsider in the world.

The white mist came with malice, but when it was about to touch Yuejian Ritou, the energy of Huangba's spit soared into the sky, breaking the offensive of the fog in an instant.

"Impossible..." Long Yan should be able to separate the supernatural power from the host without distinction, how could it be...

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko clenched his hands tightly into fists, and a few memory fragments flashed in his mind. Bright red blood flowed from the chest of "Kurolo", staining the ground red. Behind him, Fyodor laughed flamboyantly, Reach out to yourself--

The riot in Kosai has affected the present world.

The white mist quietly encircled the territory, once again taking Shibusawa Ryuhiko as the center and eagerly trying to move outward.

At that time.After receiving the news from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Fyodor hurriedly put on his robe and rushed to Kosai.

Osamu Dazai finally wandered to the vicinity of Kaisai, and the mist invaded his whole body and was automatically disqualified from the world.

"Where is Brother Zhongye going?" Hearing the rustling sound, Hu Zhang Youren poked his head out of the bed and asked in a daze.

"Go and bring back some messed-up guy."

Zhong Yuanzhong also put on his coat, picked up the hat on the bedside table, held down his messy orange hair, and gritted his teeth.