The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Honda, I will leave all these to you."

The heavy materials were precariously spread on the table, and the senior smiled awkwardly from behind.For ordinary clerks who have been newly transferred to the Religious Management Section for less than three months, they are low-level figures who can be used by anyone.The deep-rooted seniority ranking theory in the island culture dooms the "new" people to have a difficult life.

Even if you are a mysterious conjurer whose body changes are comparable to changing clothes, as long as you put on this skin, you have to follow this rule.Regardless of whether you are willing to work overtime or not, at least verbally you cannot categorically reject the "test" of your seniors, otherwise you will be bullied and rejected as a different kind.

Yan Suo, who was accumulating strength to aim at the position of chief executive, only regarded it as ordinary workplace bullying, and was too lazy to entangle with these insects that were destined to be wiped out.He bowed his head silently and nodded twice, indicating that he could accept these additional tasks.But this level is not enough to satisfy the senior, and the other party didn't say anything nasty in person, and when he walked away from this work station to chat with acquaintances, he inevitably brought out a sentence or two-"The newly transferred Honda It looks so gloomy, what? Divorced? No wonder!"

The woman sat at the workstation and pretended to devote herself to her work, but actually listened to the gossip with her ears upright.

A bunch of boring ass mediocrity!

He looked at the long stack of extra materials, and began to reflect on whether he had chosen the wrong option for sneaking into the religious management department.

I always feel that it is better to sneak into the director of the conjurers.

The cleaning staff who passed by threw the disposable paper cup still filled with hot water into the garbage bag and took it away without asking any questions. The "woman" who touched the empty one was full of anger and vented all her anger on the keyboard.

The hour hand of the wall clock slowly pointed to "Nine", the lights in the surrounding workstations gradually went out, and there were fewer and fewer people in the department, and finally only Suo was left sitting alone on the chair.He handed over the keyboard to the curse spirit who was summoned by restraint. Poor this unlucky guy, who suffered from meaningless overtime work during his lifetime, and still couldn't escape the clutches of overtime work after death.

There were few people at night, so I just took this opportunity to sneak into the department chief's office to make some preparations.In the past few days, people have been talking about the general election. The current Minister of the Interior has a lot of calls for joining the cabinet. Everyone is discussing whether other departments of the Ministry of the Interior will follow suit if the immediate boss gets his wish.That is to say, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Seizing it will expand the influence of the magic world in the religious field without saying anything. If you miss it, there will be no next time.He can't let it go, he must firmly hold this power in his own hands.

In addition to the fire emergency lights, the light sources in the corridor have also been turned off, and the dim green light sets off an inhuman and strange atmosphere in the corridor.If it were someone else, they would probably not even dare to stick their heads out of the collective office, but for Ling Suo, this kind of light and shadow effect is basically equivalent to returning to his hometown.

He quietly stepped into the corridor, counted his steps, crossed the door of the assistant officer's office, and came to the independent office of Chief Aizawa Kenkichi.The door was locked, and there was only the sound of leaves whirling in the night wind, which was faintly like raindrops falling from the sky.

Kasuo stood outside the door and groped for a while, and finally broke the lock of the door with great difficulty, pushed the door and walked into Aizawa Kenkichi's office.

There are various group photos of Mr. Aizawa and celebrities hanging on the wall, and they are arranged at the height that is easiest to see according to the status of the photo-takers.Beside the wall is a row of bookshelves that are more ornamental than practical. There are not many books, but honors and medals are densely packed.Next to the bookshelves are the windows, and beyond that is a complete set of office furniture—desks, chairs, decorative bookshelves, and display cases for collections.

Those are Kenkichi Aizawa’s favourites, which he either bought or received from various places, and all kinds of hand-made ceramic crafts by famous craftsmen fill half of the wall to the brim.The green plants are placed on the desk and on the special flower stand, and the whole office is filled with the atmosphere of "retirement".

What the hell has this guy been up to?He searched through every book carefully, and found all the teacups and teapots upside down. There was no job content related to religious management, and they were all "hobbies".In the end, he gave up the possibility of obtaining top-secret internal information from the chief's office, and instead took out a dark waxy object from his sleeve, which seemed to be accidentally thrown into the most inconspicuous corner.

The two-faced Su Nuo's fingers are enough to attract the strongest curse nearby to this office to deal with Aizawa Kenkichi for him.

Having made this preparation, Yansuo turned around and touched the door lock, intending to leave here quietly.At this moment, the lights in the corridor and the office were instantly brightened, and his pupils were suddenly exposed to strong light in the dark, making it impossible for him to see what was happening around him. He felt a pain in his arm first, and soon his thinking became dull.

Oops!

At the last second when he fell to the ground, Ronso seemed to see the hem of the black polo coat standing at the end of the corridor.

How could it be her?How could she be caught?Is this person... can appear in the workplace of state organs without any scruples?

"Be careful, lift her bangs." Mori Yuki ordered coldly, and the staff in biochemical protective suits who were waiting in battle used a thin stick to push away the thick black hair on the woman's forehead, and there was a slight bulge under the skin .Immediately, a bottle of make-up remover was handed up from behind, and after the inhuman treatment of make-up remover, the appalling suture finally revealed its full view.

Mr. Sakaguchi, who came to help from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, pushed his glasses: "Honda, an employee who entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs three years ago, was hospitalized a few months ago because of a critical illness, but according to the records, she did not undergo a craniotomy. "

"Of course it's not a trace left over from the operation. It's been so old. Any doctor who does things so rough will definitely be complained." Mori Yuki raised his chin, and the expression on his face was more chilling than the air conditioner: "This guy is He was one of the culprits who planned the bombing of the Capitol and the riot of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The latter's chief planner, Dostoevsky, was taken away by the avengers of the Italian Mafia prison. With his efficiency, After about two years, he will be able to successfully escape from prison and return to Russia. For this accomplice... there are only a few death penalty charges in the island country that seem to be applicable to him."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Co-author, you don't intend to give people a chance to complain?

The chief of PortMafia didn't think it was necessary, and she wasn't even going to hand over the man alive to the court.

"Notify the director of the conjurers and ask them to transfer the most authoritative people to me, now, immediately, immediately!"

Taking the brain out of the skull is an unpopular thing. Rather than handing it over to a medical school that doesn't know why, it's better to use it as a weapon on a group of old conjurers who don't know what they're doing.

The old people occupying the positions of directors were woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from the Religious Management Section, and a bolt from the blue fell on their heads—a conjurer was involved in a political crime that endangered national security, and was even the mastermind of one of them. The harm that this person brings is enough to affect the entire world of magic.For a while, the heads of the Yusan family were also informed of this appalling crime. In order to prove their innocence, they had to get up, change their clothes and rush to the Ministry of Internal Affairs even if they were sleeping comfortably at home with pillows and blowing on the air conditioner.

It was the nearest Gojo Patriarch who rushed to the scene first, and it took nearly two hours for important people from Kyoto to arrive.At this moment, no one cares about the fact that Bai Mao is too young. As long as he is present, at least no one will dare to attack the magic world too hard—the old people thought it was the case that the Ministry of Internal Affairs wanted to completely control the magic world. As for the art world, a belly full of conspiracy theories almost overflowed from the face.

"what happened?"

The principals of the two conjuration colleges rushed over without hesitation. When Noctua Masamori saw the indifferent Mori Yuki, he couldn't help wondering if he was insane.

Just...much more presentable than that uneasy student!

"Ahem, I hope you can give me an explanation." As a victim, Kenkichi Aizawa glared at every conjurer with righteous indignation: "Are you trying to rebel? Colluding with foreign forces to instigate a coup, They even blew up the Capitol!"

"How can there be such a statement? We conjurers have protected this country for thousands of years. How hard is it to think that it will run counter to our long-standing ideas."

The old people in the director's office have not worked in vain for so many years. When it comes to pretending to be stupid and throwing blame, they are also proficient in using skills.

"Don't engage in unnecessary verbal disputes." At the critical moment, the boss spoke.Surrounded by the crowd, she looked condescendingly at each conjurer with different expressions: "You check it yourself and give the Ministry of the Interior a solution. This is not a discussion, but an opportunity for you to protect yourself."

Among the people who have met Mori Yuki, the surprise on Patriarch Kamo's face is the most obvious. The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery has long been used to her cold face ordering others. Patriarch Gojo... Patriarch Gojo is making faces.

"Let me come and see if there is any danger first."

The white-haired youth was wearing a school uniform, yawning and pushing away the staff in front of him.He refused the protective clothing offered by the side, stepped forward and squatted in front of the prone woman and took off his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful blue eyes: "Wow!"

"There are so many restraints, it's a bit disgusting to see." He turned his head and winked at the old people behind him: "This is not my Gojo family's art. If you really want to analyze it, it has something to do with the Kamo family."

The young man squeezed his facial features almost out of shape, and anyone who looked at it knew that there was something serious going on here.The hearts of the old people at the director's office felt cold. This time, things might not be so easy to fool around.

"Don't waste everyone's time, this person, no, this brain, has been trying to subvert this country since half a year ago, and now it is sneaking into the Ministry of Internal Affairs to murder officials. The world of magic must give us a reasonable explanation!"

Being caught by Mori Yuki and wanting to escape easily?Don't even think about it!

Patriarch Kamo hated Gojo Satoru so much that his teeth itch. He didn't dare to get angry with someone he couldn't offend, so he could only run on Ms. Mori who seemed to be a better bully: "Just based on your words, how can you convince the public without evidence? Let's talk , you are not a staff member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, this matter has nothing to do with you."

The black-haired woman chuckled twice and raised her eyes: "Are you talking to me? Want evidence?"

The Patriarch of the Zen Monastery silently looked away.

He used to look down at this young girl with the corner of his eye between his eyes, but now?The whole family works for others, and the money earned is [-]% and [-]% belongs to others.

"Of course! Without evidence, it's slander!" Patriarch Kamo was indignant.

An ordinary person, who hasn't even seen what the curse spirit looks like, just stands here and speaks nonsense.If Patriarch Wutiao hadn't had a problem with his head and took the initiative to give the handle to others, everyone wouldn't have to be so passive.

As he said that, he glared at Gojo Satoru angrily, but the latter didn't exchange eyes with him at all, and looked directly at the private office of the head of the Religious Management Section: "Shut up."

The young man's face turned cold, his blue eyes almost burst into anger: "The fingers of Su Nuo on both sides..."

"what?!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and the conjurers had some basic knowledge of this thing, and a few tempered ones even pulled out the weapons hidden in their clothes.

"Get out of the way," he said, standing up from Miss Honda's body, and strode into Aizawa Kenkichi's office.After a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, the young man came out with a human finger in the shape of corpse wax in his hand: "Shouldn't this thing appear in the department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs out of thin air?"

"Human fingers? Corpse, the existence of a corpse means that there was a murder here, Mr. Kamo, is this enough evidence?" Yuki Mori glanced sideways at Kenkichi Aizawa, who quickly bowed and nodded, turned around Front: "Who is that, it's up to you, come and see how to arrest the suspect."

How to take the suspect's brain out of the victim's body... Such an incredible thing can only be handled by conjurers.Aizawa Kenkichi happened to point at Noctua Masamichi, the black-faced teacher turned his face and called out to the students: "Enlightenment, I'll leave it to you."

In a sense, it's not that the Curse Skeleton Master can't do this, but, these two people must have made a good deal in advance, right?Otherwise, there is no need to pretend to be unfamiliar?

Wujo Gojo conveniently stuffed the two-faced Sunuo finger to the teacher, and opened his mouth to ask the staff next to him for something: "Is there a glass jar? I can't take it out and just put my arms around it. I don't care. Be careful to crush your brain!"

Crushing other people's brains with bare hands is scary when you think about it, the staff quickly found a specimen jar and handed it to him, and then I don't know what the young man did, and soon there were more pink ones in the jar brain.

It was floating in the saline, rolling over every now and then, as if drunk.

At the same time as the brain was taken out, Miss Honda's body quickly decomposed, and the stench came over her face.

"Mr. Aizawa, the follow-up of this matter will be handed over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Our support from PortMafia ends here." Mori Yuki watched with satisfaction as the brain was caught without a fight, and she did not intend to stand behind the troublesome exchange of benefits Charged personally in front of the stage.

Kenkichi Aizawa stood beside her gratefully and fearfully, bowing repeatedly: "Thank you, Ms. Mori, for your selfless assistance, thank you very much!"

It turned out that Mori Yuki really wasn't threatening herself with empty teeth.I don't know how long that monster has coveted the position of head of the Religious Management Section. If the leader of PortMafia hadn't made a decisive move, I'm afraid he would have ended up in the same fate as Honda.Thinking of this, the shit-stirring stick's expression became even more attentive: "With your organization, Yokohama's safety and prosperity have really stepped up several steps, no matter what, it is better than a scenic spot that has gone bankrupt five times in three years too much."

The old people from Kyoto choked up one by one, not knowing what to say—why didn’t you point to the postal code in Kyoto and read it directly?

"We can't just sit back and watch the villains disturb Yokohama! My father passed on the position of leader to me, and he also passed on the responsibility to me. I hope that PortMafia will cooperate more deeply with the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the future."

Moriyuki smirked more than all the people present combined. After some disgusting greetings from Bala, she walked away with her subordinates amidst Ango Sakaguchi's blue face.

The Ability Secret Service Division reached a comprehensive cooperation agreement with the Armed Detective Agency, and then PortMafia joined the Religious Management Division, and also uncovered the monsters lurking among the clerks of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It can't be faster.

It's really not to be underestimated, if you are not careful, you will be torn off a large piece by her and taken away.

Watching the leader of PortMafia leave, Kenkichi Aizawa glanced sideways at the assistant officer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division who was left behind.This kid will appear here entirely because of the intervention of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and because Yuki Mori is a person with supernatural powers, he just squeezed out an action spot.It's an excellent excuse to wait until the credit is shared and the budget is shared, so shameless!

He rolled his eyes and decided to exclude this guy who had crossed the line from the investigation team.

"Since it is confirmed that it is a scum that appeared within the conjurer, out of respect, I decide to hand over the investigation of this matter to you. If you can't come up with a reasonable investigation report within a week, the profession of conjurer will die. There is no need to continue to exist."

There are no more than [-] people in total, and the scale of the organization is not as large as PortMafia. There are still many factions within this place, each with their own appeals. It's like making a dojo in a snail shell.

Ango Sakaguchi was suddenly stabbed in the back by the department next door. Seeing that the only person with the supernatural ability walked neatly, he seemed to have no reason to continue standing here.

The conjurers at the director's office also don't want this matter to expand beyond the competent department. The more departments that need to submit reports, the more complicated things will become.When such a fatal thing happens, the most important point is to quickly characterize it and then punish it severely. If the problem cannot be solved, then deal with the person who caused the problem.In the future, even if the Ministry of the Interior and even the National Assembly ask about responsibility, if there is a dead person who is responsible for it, can he still be brought back to life and open his mouth to cry for injustice?

The most wonderful thing about this matter is that the brain happened to be related to the Kamo family, one of the three royal families—they didn’t want to know why the Gojo Patriarch directly blamed the Kamo family, they would only do it for one of the three royal families. Happy to be weakened.In the small magic world, the Director's Office, as one of the three important forces, naturally hoped that his influence would prevail over the other two.

The Conjuration High School is a place where fresh blood is selected and cultivated. One of the two schools is completely under control, and the tasks of the students are all issued by the director. Basically, they cannot turn over.Also, the Yusanjia, who sometimes huddle together and sometimes fight among themselves, often doesn't pay attention to the director's office... This time is really a godsend, and the Kamo family must take off a layer of skin.

In recent years, due to economic problems, the Zenyuan family has lost a lot of vassal families. Those who are half-dead and lingering can be completely ignored. After the fall of Kamo, the Gojo family is left struggling to support it.In the blink of an eye, these people had at least a dozen thoughts in their minds, and when they heard the chief let go, they immediately took responsibility.

"Don't worry, Chief Aizawa, we will definitely report to you within five days. As for this conjurer... Regarding his punishment, I hope it will be decided by our director of conjurers."

As long as Aizawa Kenkichi vomited this today, there will be precedents for any punishment in the future.

Worthy of being an excellent shit stirrer, Mr. Aizawa is extremely sensitive to any choice that may touch his rights.He glanced at the old man standing in front of him, raised his head and taunted him with an official tone: "You decide? You are the law of the country? Are you the police? Don't rely on your age to sell the old in front of me. The times have changed, and it should be left to the law. Don’t hold the issue in your hands, and don’t be afraid that one day you will commit a crime? With the court, at least you won’t be sentenced to death casually.”

These words were not polite at all, and the conjurers at the director's office flushed with anger.But it was only limited to sitting on pins and needles at the director's office, and other people, such as the night moth Zhengdao and the three heads of the Yusan family, all stood by and watched with arms folded.

"Then let's do this first, Chief Aizawa!" The conjurer headed by the director's office gave Aizawa Kenkichi a sad look, and had reason to believe that if he could, he would curse him to die as soon as possible on the spot.Mr. Aizawa, who had already been guaranteed by Mori Yuki, didn't take this threat to heart at all. Not only was he not afraid of not giving in, he even thought about how to give these guys who dared to threaten him little shoes. .

Hehe, do you really think you have the means of the Sen family?Be careful how you are played to death, you don't know.

The Zenyuan Zhipiren who followed the soy sauce all the way did not speak hoarsely until now: "Let's go, the Tokyo Conjuration College is the closest, go directly to borrow the confinement room, and finish the job early."

The conjurer at the director's office slipped and glared.

You are having a great time stabbing your own people, right?I went to the Tokyo High School of Conjuration, and the curse master Noctuma Zhengdao was watching, and there were six eyes monitoring the whole process, so I couldn't do anything!How can you continue to pin the blame on Kamo's family?Aren't your Yusan families infighting!

The Zenyuan Zhipi people looked at the Wutiao patriarch who was shaking the specimen jar up and down, and thought that if I didn't put the home court on this kid's territory, his girlfriend would be dissatisfied later and everyone would have to sit on wax.The head of the Kamo family also reacted at this moment, and seized the opportunity to vote in favor: "You should go to the Tokyo Conjuration High School to torture this guy. My Kamo family did have scum in the past, but that was hundreds of years ago. How can anyone live that long under normal circumstances? Maybe there is something else hidden."

There are other secrets, and of course there are unlucky people who stand up to the vat, whoever loves to stand up, anyway, Kamo's family doesn't stand up.

Of the three forces at the scene, two of them were twisted into a ball, and the director's office was powerless to resist, so he had to make a compromise: "Then go to the High School of Conjuration!"

When they walked out of the office building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, in the western-style garden blown by the night wind in early summer, the woman in black with a cold expression just now was standing under the flowers and waiting.Without giving anyone a chance to express their doubts, Patriarch Wutiao cheered and jumped over: "Are you waiting for me? Is it possible not to return to Yokohama tomorrow?"

Frost-like indifference receded from her face, and this young woman who was already in a high position smiled happily and poked the white-haired young man's waist: "I am both a family member and a victim, so of course I have to come forward to testify, I will go tomorrow afternoon Playing in the forest behind your school?"

dependents?whose family?

The director was at a loss, Ye Mozheng glanced at the ring on the student's hand guiltily - this guy didn't think about the impact at all, he almost put the ring on his forehead to show off to everyone.

Patriarch Kamo was so shocked that the Patriarch of the Zen Monastery turned pale.