The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

When Yuki Mori returned to Yokohama, the first thing he did was to arrange a large-scale performance organized by the entertainment company.Not far from the port area is the long-renowned gymnasium, which often holds various competitions and performances. When the incident just happened, superstars like public relations officers could be invited to meet and collect money. Of course, the person in charge could not be more willing.

After confirming that there was no problem with the content and form, she approached Aizawa Kenkichi and chatted with him for over an hour.Later, Koyo Ozaki was specially invited to close the office door to discuss the spring general election.

"It's almost time for the Congress to decide the winner. Let people pay more attention, and do everything possible to ensure that the people we support occupy key positions."

Such is the case with political games. Behind every impassioned gentleman standing in front of the stage is an invisible hand manipulating everything.All policies are formulated for the benefit of that "hand". Some people use it to show their ambitions, and some people use it to fulfill their selfish desires. In short, Feng Shui turns and changes this year.

Compared with those ancient families that have been passed down for hundreds of years, PortMafia looks so weak and helpless, it is especially important to bet on young people in advance.

Ozaki Koye first carefully observed the leader's complexion, and after confirming that she had recovered, she was relieved: "You have a good vision, and the current poll data of those people are quite satisfactory. Xi at least has a side of diligence and pragmatism, so it's not a big problem."

"Actually, I am more optimistic about Ango Sakaguchi. Unfortunately, he has no ambitions and is a person with supernatural powers, so he will be affected to some extent. Well... I hope the new prime minister will be a guy who can understand human speech."

Mori Yuki smiled and brought the topic to an end.

In the island country, the political arena is both easy and difficult to mix.

First of all, the most important point is to test everyone's reincarnation skills. No matter who has a good father, grandfather and surname, he can hold a ticket to participate in the competition.The second is that I have to earn some money, go to a university with a "famous department" and be able to attract a group of subordinates in the school.The rest of the matter only needs to be left to time to solve, and you will be pushed to the throne of power if you stay confused.

There is no accident at all, let alone a dark horse.So Yuki Mori's goal at the beginning was not that position. She chose to settle for the second best, subtly controlling the practical personnel in key departments.All actions must be done silently, just like the rain falling silently on a spring night, slowly holding the whole country in the palm of your hand.

Ah, not everything needs to be polished bit by bit like water milling. For example, the industry inspection of the religious management department has not been thought of for decades, so it just took this opportunity to make some "real results".

As a result, the inspection work of the Religious Management Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs dragged on from February to May, and the weather gradually became hotter, and soon it was the season of high incidence of curses.

"Generally speaking, don't mental illnesses usually show up in spring? It's hot in summer, rainy in autumn, and too cold in winter. No matter how you look at it, it's like making excuses..."

The leaders of PortMafia were all off work, and a certain young man from the "government worker" was also dismissed from work, and he came back later than her.Considering the speed at which this person came and went freely, Mori Yuki had to suspect that Aizawa Kenkichi said one thing and did another to fool her, and almost came to collect debts in the middle of the night.Fortunately, Gojo Satoru appeared before she changed her clothes and set off, holding the door frame slippers with one hand and carrying the cake with the other. When he heard her complain, he purposely imitated Noctua Motha when he sighed and said: "Maybe it's because the reflex arc is relatively long, and the onset is delayed until spring." Perhaps the reaction only appeared in summer? Of course, the more important thing is that there are only me and Jie in the country as super conjurers, so the task is naturally heavier than others."

For him now, no matter what kind of curse it is, it's just a glance, and most of his time is spent on transportation...

"Judging from the economic and employment situation, this year's situation is much more stable than last year. Food prices have dropped, and social relief has also been budgeted. Anyway, it doesn't look like people are boiling with dissatisfaction and cannot survive."

Now that the person has returned, the matter of debt collection can be postponed to the next day.Mori Yuki took out the gun from his pocket and put it in the shoe cabinet, and put the black coat and red scarf back on the hanger.

Gojo, who was carrying the cake and changed into slippers, couldn't help but see her attire brighten up: "Hey! So Yuki is planning to go out to pick me up? Wow~ I'm so happy~"

"If I'm going to pick you up, do I need to bring a gun?" The eldest lady rolled her eyes and asked back, and walked towards the refrigerator: "I remember that you were able to leave school on time last month."

This was said like a guardian, the young man murmured while hugging his beloved little cake: "It's so strict!"

"I can leave you alone." The juice flew out of nowhere and landed at a height that he could reach with his hand, and the woman who legally had natural guardianship rights fell into the sofa like a moody black cat.

"Then you should take more care of me, hehe." He put the juice and small cakes on the coffee table and went to wash his hands obediently. When he returned to the living room, he saw Mori Yuki changed into home clothes and sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table. Scan the dessert up and down, left and right with a serious face.After staring at it for about three to five minutes, she asked solemnly, "Where did you find it?"

"I went to Kobe today. On the way back, I came across a pastry shop that was said to be run by a German. The salesperson strongly recommended this Black Forest cake. I tasted it and found it to be pretty good... What do you think?" Gojo Satoru picked it up Juice unscrewed it, and touched Mori Yuki with his leg to make her move.The latter rubbed against the side twice: "Tell me, what special situation did you encounter?"

As soon as he sat down, he pressed the sofa into a hole, stretched out his hand with the juice in his mouth, and carefully took out the "cabin" sprinkled with chocolate chips from the box: "It's okay, I can't bring you a small cake as a treat on the way home from work." Supper? There are very few good men like me in the world, hurry up and express~"

As he said that, he put his face in front of Mori Yuki, and was immediately grabbed and rubbed until he screamed.

"Just what kind of guessing game do you want to play with me? Are you going to say it? Are you going to say it?" She deliberately rubbed Wujou's face until it deformed, and smiled and "tweeted" on his forehead , and then quickly turned disgusted: "Did you fall into the pit? It stinks."

"It's probably the smell that got on your body when the curse spirit exploded. Just go wash it off later." Gojo Satoru was very dissatisfied with being pushed away, so he squeezed up and tried hard to rub his wife's smell before he pulled her into his arms and hugged her Said: "Tomorrow I will go on a long trip, and I will not be able to return home in about three days."

He is used to calling this place in Yokohama "home", and he is happy to invite friends to come and play when he has nothing to do.

"The higher-ups want Jie and I to protect a little girl and bring her back to school from Hokkaido." At this point, he stopped talking and distributed the fork that came with the cake box to Yuki Mori.She took the fork and held it in the palm of her hand, seemingly unintentionally said: "And then? You won't prepare so much for a simple escort mission."

"..."

Why isn't she jealous!

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks: "That's a rare physique that only appears once in hundreds of years. It belongs to the existence of the world of magic that will sacrifice everything to protect it. I heard that it is only thirteen or four years old, and it is still in junior high school."

A warm hand touched his ear, and Mori Yuki smiled lowly: "You are sympathizing with her, so...is it a lamb used to sacrifice ancient beliefs?"

I haven't said anything yet, how did she know all about it?

Finally realizing that it is impossible to hide anything from her, Gojo Satoru suddenly became dumbfounded: "Yes, I am going to be sent to the Xingxing Palace to assimilate with Tianyuan. Jie is also not happy, and I want to say that if the astral body itself does not If you like it, then let her go. It’s no big deal. At most, it’s inconvenient to use enchantment. Anyway, we often forget to release the account. I’m afraid that the night moth will find you because of this. Let me tell you in advance."

"Oh, that's how it is. I thought you wanted to see me jealous." Mori Yuki smiled and raised his head and bumped Gojo Satoru's chin. The young man let out a big wail and completely gave up his support and completely pressed on her shoulders to cheat: " I hate it, why did you say it!"

This happened just like that, after all, it was someone else's story, neither of them took it to heart.After two days to the afternoon of the third day, Gojo Satoru, who had completed the task, suddenly dragged Xia Youjie from Tokyo to Yokohama.When Mori Yuki returned home from the port at night, he saw that none of the furniture was placed where it should be. There were beer cans all over the floor, and various food packaging bags were thrown on the table. The five classmates had their long legs drooping on the ground. Falling asleep, Xia You sat on the floor and smoked one cigarette after another.

"I said you two, isn't it a bit too much?"

The flower-scented nights in early summer are originally very beautiful, but no matter how good the mood is, it will immediately dowm to the bottom after seeing two wild boars harming one's own home.

Xia Youjie raised his head and glanced at her, squinted his eyes carefully for fear of not seeing clearly, then nodded vaguely: "Sorry..."

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, then come out and clean the living room and restore it to its original state and I forgive you."

Mori Yuki went to open the window, and the plain glasses let her see the dragon-shaped curse spirit dozing outside: "How did you let it out?"

It seems that the conjurer can't walk around the streets without any trouble, let alone it is so big.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden... I want to try what it's like not to be so conformist." Xia Youjie lowered his head and snuffed out the burning cigarette butts at his fingertips. After several attempts, he failed to free himself from gravity.Gojo Satoru, half lying on the sofa and half on the ground, hummed a few words drunkenly, and was kicked by his friend contemptuously: "Eleven-degree carbonated drinks, just two sips, shouting that it's not good to drink while getting drunk personnel."

"I wouldn't find it strange that the two of you got together to do anything. In this situation..." Mori Yuki opened the window to the maximum, and the night wind swirled to blow out the second-hand smoke in the room.She withdrew her hand, went to the sofa and sat down across Wujo Wu, and rubbed her forehead: "People died voluntarily?"

"Ah."

Xia Youjie lowered his head and responded sullenly: "Crying and laughing, he said he didn't want to die, and wanted to hang out with us, so he went in by himself after speaking."

The living room fell into silence. After a long time, the woman raised her voice: "What do you want to do? Do you have a plan?"

"I don't know." Xia Youjie's voice was full of depression and resentment.

"She was just a child, and her special physique didn't bring any happiness. Her family was destroyed early, and she passed away early. How could this be? What is the meaning of the existence of a magician?"

There was another long silence, and Mori Yuki murmured as if chatting: "If you change someone else, would you still be so upset? For example, if you change to someone with gray hair, dirty, ugly, fat and rude, don't Quickly answer, think it over and tell me the answer.”

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at her in surprise, and opened his mouth in confusion: "What?"

"Answer the question." She clasped her hands and leaned back on the sofa. After waiting for about 10 minutes, Xia Youjie opened her mouth with difficulty: "I think I will feel sorry, but I'm not this sad."

Just when he thought he would be ridiculed, Mori Yuki chuckled and turned his eyes, and looked at him gently: "This shows that you are an ordinary person with normal likes and dislikes. Don't tell me that a magician is not a magician." One set, as long as they are still carbon-based organisms, as long as they have to eat and sleep, they will all be the same."

"What I mean is, you are still an ordinary person mentally, and you are not suitable to take this path." The warm night breeze brought a little bit of coolness, soothing the dryness in the heart, Mori Yuki almost used a kind that can be called Xia Youjie gave Xia Youjie a complete negation with a gentle tone: "From the very beginning, I didn't think that a conjurer would be a suitable job for you. Maybe... the whole island country is not suitable for you."

With a delicate mind and a strong desire to control, but without guidance and guidance, it is easy to lead to a radical and shattered ending.As for the profession of conjurer, people who have nothing to do are all exposed to negative emotions.Whether it is a curse or a victim who attracts the attention of the curse spirit, in the final analysis it is an outburst of negative emotions. People who are not big enough and not strong enough can't stay in this business.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

A dangerous sharp light flashed across his eyes, and the thick killing intent and sense of oppression were sticky and obscure.Mori Yuki's smile became softer: "Isn't it? In your eyes, people are different, and there are differences in distance and closeness. Don't be so angry, isn't this human nature?"

"Enlightenment is fine, but I can't?" Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, he said this without thinking, and the woman teased him with elegant eyes: "Can you do something extremely shameful in public like him?"

Relying on the alcohol, Xia Youjie wanted to categorically say yes.The instinct to survive at a critical moment saved him once, and the young man slowly evolved from holding his head up high and full of anger to shrinking into a ball: "..."

"You have to know, Xia You, personal strength has always been a small advantage for me, so I won't discuss it with you." Mori Yuki lowered his head and patted Wujou's white hair, which was sleeping in a mess, " The biggest difference between Xiaowu and you is that life is the same in his eyes, regardless of distance or closeness. Even if I wither, it is just a good memory, and it cannot stop the pace of moving forward, so he can bear it. The coldness of the long night walked to the end alone."

Perhaps it was because of those eyes that Wutiao was destined to have a completely different perspective from other people.He will pity, but the object of pity is not a single individual, but an entire face.

The gentle and cold Son of God...

"Then what about you?" Xia You put away that humble and polite image, flicked the cigarette butt into her hair with one hand and scratched the head of the ball, and the hair drooped a little more casually out of thin air: "Sometimes, I always think you two are alike."

"how come?"

Mori Yuki smiled sincerely: "I am completely different from Xiao Wu. In my eyes, everything can be measured by money. The difference is only in how much and whether I can get it."

"Xia You, if it were ten years ago, I would have envied that little girl who was escorted by you until her eyes glowed green." She stroked the white hair of Wutiaowu like touching a cat: "You didn't I have seen what it looks like to be extremely deprived, it is a stupid and short-sighted person who would rather die suddenly the next day than sleep with a full stomach tonight, it is a vicious and evil person who is not afraid to persecute the same kind by various means.”

"Human beings are much scarier than curses. Only when you have nothing at the bottom will you understand the horror of intelligent creatures, so I am not afraid of curses at all. If curses are really as terrible as described in your textbooks, I think I would have It is only reasonable that there should be no bones left in the miserable death."

The woman stretched out her hand, her white and soft palm was delicate and tender, she didn't look like she had done any housework, but in fact she just had a special constitution.Even with such hands, the unjust souls created directly can probably feed a super curse spirit.

Mori Yuki tossed and admired his fingers, and just when Xia Youjie thought she would not speak anymore, he continued: "The first time I killed someone was when I was seven years old. I killed a boy of the same age. Because the employer didn't I hope that the blood left by my husband can be crowned with my noble surname one day, so I added a separate fee item outside the contract. Everyone in the organization wanted to get this piece of fat. In the end, I took advantage of my age. The kid tricked himself out of the belay and strangled him with a rope."

"That money allowed me to spend the first winter in my life with enough food and clothing, and it also separated my sense of fear and empathy." She sighed softly: "Xiayou, you can do it." What? Either be fair to all, like a god, or kill all, like a devil."

In fact, it was impossible, Xia Youjie suddenly understood what she meant - he would feel sad for Tian Nei Lizi's self-sacrifice, but if it was a different object, things might be different.This is normal, human beings are inherently selfish creatures, and the hurt of a partner who is closer emotionally can touch the depths of the soul more.At the same time, he also realized that his current behavior was like an incompetent and furious child, unscrupulously venting his bad emotions on everyone or everything he could see.

"Sorry!" The young man wiped his face and apologized sincerely: "I shouldn't just hold on to Riko's death and be depressed... What I should think about is how to prevent the next Riko from appearing."

After finishing speaking, he got up and walked to the bathroom of his friend's house, waving his back to her: "I'm sorry for making your living room like this, just let me handle the follow-up, Yuki, you go to bed early."

Of course, Mori Yuki would not make it difficult for himself to clean up the mess all over the floor. Seeing Xia You walk into the bathroom, he rubbed Wutiao's face twice, and dragged him into the bedroom with all his might and threw him on the bed: "If you are dead, don't dare to get drunk again!" Just go back to your hometown in Kyoto!"

"No~" The big boy lay on the soft mattress, revealing a blue eye that dripped water: "The last time."

Speaking of him turning sideways and raising his hand, she wanted to avoid it, but the disparity in physical skills made this idea shattered in the early days of its birth.With a expressionless face, he was entangled in his arms and hugged tightly. Yuki Mori tried his best to elbow Gojo Satoru a few times: "Relax a little, I'm going to be out of breath."

"...Well" he replied vaguely, and a moist and pious kiss fell on the back of her neck: "You are different from others, only the color on your body is very beautiful. If I can't see it, I will be sad for a long, long time , too sad to dare to recall."

"I know you can, but I still hope that you won't be alone. It's best to have friends around you and keep laughing." She grabbed his arm and said lightly. Wei'er's voice was coquettish: "But people only want Yuki, and they don't want anything but Yuki."

"Then I can only say try my best." Let him rub for a while, and the sweaty Mori Yuki kicked back: "Let go and wash, I want to change clothes and turn on the air conditioner!"

"Oh." The big boy who was half awake from the alcohol was ruthlessly driven into the bathroom of the master bedroom.

In the middle of the night that day, a violent storm rolled up outside the window, and the sound of the pattering rain did not stop until dawn.Trapped on the bed as a pillow and unable to move, Mori Yuki made several phone calls to check whether it was safe in the Minato area, and of course she had to find trouble with Aizawa Kenkichi.

"I'll keep an eye on the person, and I'll get the item right away. I'll chop him up and throw him into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish!"

The vicious words that smelled of blood were squeezed out between her teeth, and they were more oppressive than the sky outside the window: "If someone runs away, Aizawa, his next target will definitely be you , you just wait to die."

Compared with the life of a small clerk, the comfortable pension position and his own safety are of course much more important to Aizawa Kenkichi. The ultimatum from the leader of PortMafia or Yuki Mori's threats can't be said to scare him more. In short, the Honda clerk who was transferred to the religious management department a few months ago must be watched, so that she cannot see that the department has specially set up a trap for her. , let alone scare her away.

Who knows where Miss Honda provoked her?Yuki Mori not only asked about the work progress of the Religious Management Section every once in a while, but even compared the work records with the list of personnel and resumes in detail. It took more than two months to fabricate charges just to deal with a clerk……

The proper method of not dying and endlessly frightened Aizawa Kenkichi who had lived a good life for several years. The PTSD persecuted by Mori Ogai in the early years was completely triggered by his daughter. As long as he heard Mori Yuki’s voice, he couldn’t help it Cold sweat drenched.

Miss Honda, for the sake of the life and health of the head of the department, I can only trouble you to die.