The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Because of that inexplicable kidnapping case, Yuki Mori's theoretical class at the police academy was indeed infinitely compressed, and the proportion of physical training training increased sharply.It seems that the Ministry of Internal Affairs finally realized the problem and began to find ways to make up for it.However, there is such an unreasonable thing as talent in the world. Yuki can dance the most difficult ballet moves, and things like fighting and fighting seem to be out of touch with her skill points.

"Hoohoo...!"

The back of the girl's white hand was flushed, and those who didn't know thought she was the one who got punched. The person who got punched hard didn't even realize it: "Honestly, are you sure you punched?"

"It's out! I'm sorry I didn't send you straight to the ICU!"

If you have the ability, don't compare yourself to physical skills, can you try other ways?

Puffing out her cheeks angrily, Yuki grabbed a towel and wiped off her sweaty head—although it has entered autumn, the temperature still stays in the humid heat of late summer without any tendency to cool off.

Matsuda Zhenping shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, take a rest for 10 minutes. It really doesn't work... You practice long-distance running, if you can't beat it, at least you can pass it."

Hearing this sentence from his mouth, Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting not far away studying disassembly, almost looked up to see if the sun was coming out from the west.

"Hmph!" Yuki Mori grabbed his braid, like a snow leopard cub holding its tail: "I said no, but you want it anyway, and now you don't like what others say. Matsuda, can you do it?"

"Then do you want it or not?" Curly was furious, fisting the girl's face with the back of his hand and crushing back and forth: "If it's not you, it's you, it's annoying!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Hagiwara Kenji almost choked on the saliva, and the parts in his hand scattered all over the floor: "You two, at least you are a little self-conscious? Do you want to..."

"Bah!" His young tame ran out with a bang, "Take out your brain and send it to be washed!"

Due to the presence of minors, the two human males compared the size of each other's eyes, and finally jumped to the next topic: "Zhu Fu has asked for leave these days to return to his hometown, and it is said that he will bring delicious specialties to him. you!"

"What is it?" Regarding food, Yuki Mori always has an inexhaustible curiosity.

Matsuda let go of her head and slapped her backhand: "I don't know. He is very grateful to you about that guard one."

In other words, the previous reasoning did not go wrong... But Yuki Mori would rather make mistakes on his own.

The atmosphere slipped to the edge again, and Matsuda Jinpei, who felt that something was wrong, hurriedly shifted his attention: "It's not peaceful outside recently, I don't know where everyone will go after graduation."

Kenji Hagiwara bent down and picked up the broken parts one by one and continued to fiddle with them: "As long as it is not the traffic department, I will accept it if I go to Hakata."

Hakata is a scar that cannot be mentioned in the Metropolitan Police Department, and Yokohama, which is under the foot of Tokyo, is also called the crime rate duo of island countries.

When Matsuda Jinhei heard him say that, he opened his mouth and laughed: "Hagiwara, there is something called FLAGE in this world. I look forward to your heroic appearance in the police car in the future."

Hagiwara Kenji: "..."

Young tame infected with such things, sometimes really want to kill on the spot.

"Is it messy outside? Recently, many people have been complaining about the exaggerated hair loss."

Mori Yuki leaned on the table and stretched his head to look at the parts in Hagiwara Ken's second-hand store.If we really want to talk about disassembly, the one who is best at this is actually Matsuda Jinpei.It's a pity that that guy is too stingy, so he won't let her play if he says he can't pass the physical skills, hum, narrow-minded man!

Deserves to be single!

Hagiwara simply pushed all the bits and pieces in front of her, and sighed while watching the little girl play with them: "The thickness of unnatural death reports in Yokohama has doubled to a record high, and the police are basically reduced to cleaners. After the Gun 1 battle, go out to scrub the ground and clean up the corpses."

"Bodo is almost the same. I have never seen a place where the 'killer' is industrialized so blatantly. It is simply a one-stop service of stepping on the spot-hands-on-aftercare-reporting. You don't even know if your colleagues have other part-time jobs after get off work. "

Matsuda then complained: "Yokohama's PortMafia, Hakata's killer company, can be called a professional corpse manufacturing machine."

After finishing speaking, he carefully observed Mori Yuki's expression, the girl's face was only filled with curiosity and disgust.

Maybe the kid wouldn't know who it was until he shot the criminal one day. He frowned in self-loathing, got up and walked to the vending machine to buy three bottles of drinks.

The little girl likes the sweet and greasy strawberry flavor, tsk.

Whenever Mori Yuki asks to contact Mori Ogai, the reason given by the Ministry of Internal Affairs is either "Mr. Mori is busy with business" or "Mr. Mori is performing a secret mission." Until now, this child should not know her father in theory. who is it.The police cadets were unaware of her real identity, but they were also warned to try not to mention a certain social group in front of the child.

However, the actual situation is that Yuki Mori not only knows the occupation of cheap father, but also knows what he is doing - he is in Tokyo, it is not difficult to get information about PortMafia members, as long as you don't ask for any confidential content, Any tipster can come up with two paragraphs.

The mouth is loose like a flood.

"Can't these illegal organizations be banned or directly eradicated?" Yuki Mori admitted that he was a little ignorant.Even the Thénardier Mercenary Corps only dared to go to Africa to be the Supreme Emperor, and they had to do things secretly during their stay in Germany. Boom to the sky.

Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei glanced at each other, and the former explained in a low voice: "The US garrison is too close to Yokohama. The police firepower is limited, the military and police operations are limited, and those smuggling organizations have more or less overseas ties. Unless we find tangible evidence and successfully arrest them before they hide in the garrison camp. Otherwise, no matter how serious the crime is, we have no practical and effective way to deal with it."

"Even if you catch your head and have to let it go, those guys may block the door and humiliate the police who are carrying out the arrest mission..." Matsuda Jinhei unscrewed the strawberry drink and handed it to Mori Yuki: "If I am asked to perform the mission, I will I don’t care what the regulations are, just beat him to death on the spot!”

"Then you will have to write tens of thousands of words of self-criticism, be dismissed, go to court, and go to jail." Kenji Hagiwara teased him nonchalantly, stroking Mori Yuki's head: "Why are you stunned?"

"No... well, I was thinking, is there no transitional organization between the government and the people at all?"

Power hates a vacuum. When the air of laziness fills the parliament and the executive branch, other forces will inevitably emerge to occupy this new continent.To be honest, the island government does not look like a qualified social manager. It may be more appropriate to describe it as a "politician", not even a "politician".

Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji faced each other in confusion: "Isn't this topic too much for elementary school students?"

Under normal circumstances, even for universities, the teaching plan drawn up by the Ministry of Education does not include political or social education, at most it is social cognition... It is vague and ambiguous.Basic education textbooks are full of self-pity and praising the "sacred order", as if someone is afraid of being stained red.

Considering that there are more thinkers and philosophers in Germany, they didn't think too much about it: "Okay, okay, wash your face after drinking, and a car will pick you up later."

"Oh!"

Mori Yuki shrugged, raised his head and drank up the strawberry-flavored soda, and threw the bottle into the trash can: "Goodbye! I'm going home~"

"Baibai, see you next week."

The two young men waved goodbye to her together.

Back in the community, get off at the same place, but there is a little guy waiting on the side of the road.

——Since visiting the Police Department and being kidnapped, Xia Youjie has been promoted from an unreliable bodyguard to an unreliable "jailer".That day, he was sent home under the pressure of the teacher who was leading the team, otherwise he would have gone out to find someone.

When Mori Yuki appeared in the classroom intact the next day, the children almost couldn't hold back their tears and cried out, and then they evolved to the extreme evolution like a border herd, conscientiously herding Mori Yuki, the only sheep.

Don't consider the mood of the "sheep" at all.

"Are you back?" Bored enough to entertain himself, Xia Youjie heard the sound of the engine getting quieter and looked up. Sure enough, he saw Mori Yuki pushing the car door and coming out: "Ah, I Back. Did you bring snacks?"

"Here." He took out a pack of shrimp crackers from his pocket, and the girl took it and tore it open and handed it to the boy while eating, asking, "Have you received it?"

"Just a slip of paper with a string of numbers on it."

He once promised to deliver letters for others, but luckily the eaten "rags" could run the errands for him, Xia Youjie took out the note and handed it over.Mori Yuki lowered his head and glanced at his hand: "Hey~ Got it, throw it away."

"What do you know?" the boy asked curiously, and the girl smiled and touched his head and took the opportunity to wipe her hands: "The gift someone sent me took almost a year to arrive. It's really not easy." !"

The operation of asset transfer is indeed not easy, but she can't take out the money hidden in the black market and walk around casually, can she?

"Oh!" Unconsciously, Xia Youjie turned around and walked towards his home: "Have you finished your homework?"

"I don't want to write, I owe too much, so I give up."

Yuki Mori said that he chose to lie flat: "Either you write a copy for me?"

The little brother expressed with his eyes that you are delusional.

"Recently, the law and order situation will become very bad," the girl showed an unpredictable smile: "Don't run too far alone."

Xia Youjie didn't understand what she meant, and Mori Yuki didn't give him much time to think.The two children walked to the two houses side by side, said goodbye to each other and opened their respective doors.

Yokohama, PortMafia headquarters, treatment room.

"Dazai-kun, although I don't care what's more or less in the medicine cabinet," Mori Ogai, who was wearing a doctor's coat, looked helpless, "but I care more about the fingerprints on the glass."

The black-haired boy who was sitting straddling the chair rolled his eyes, weakly: "Okay~no~talk~ah~"

"Is there nothing else to pass the time for me?"

"Sorry, if you join PortMafia, maybe you can hang out for a while. Obviously you don't want to, and I can't force it, can I?"

The doctor stroked his chin and frowned, looking as if he wanted to drop a bomb to "physically" clean his stained medicine cabinet, not paying attention to the patient's claws on the desk.

The boy flipped open an upside-down photo frame, and the black-haired girl in green gauze stood in the garden of the castle, looking at the camera with a charming smile.

"Ha! Mr. Sen~" The boy's eyes lit up: "Alice is alive!"

The difference between the girl in the photo and Mori Ogai's supernatural life form is only the height and only the hair color and eye color. As far as the face shape is concerned, it seems like a child has grown up and opened up. It can be confirmed that they are of the same origin.

Mr. Sen turned his head and said "oh", "That's my daughter Alice."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai stuck for a moment, making a vomiting appearance: "Ouch! You said Alice was your wife last time! Perverted! I want to call the police!"

"It's strange that a daughter has the same name as her mother. Don't you think Dazai-kun is similar to your own parents?" His seemingly unintentional words pierced his heart. The young man shut his mouth, turned away and refused to speak out again.

He didn't want to mention the old house in Aomori.

Mori Ogai turned back and continued to stare at the finger marks on the medicine cabinet with a headache: "By the way, that child is three years younger than you? He is a very good and cute little sweetheart, hehehe."

Forced to listen to the greasy greasy laugh from the man, the teenager made another sound that sounded like vomiting: "This is really a wonderful ghost story, it scared me so cold!"

"It's not a story, my little Alice, my little Yuki, my cute little angel~" He released a supernatural life form while he was about to touch his head when he was slapped away by the young girl's paw.The doctor hugged his palms and blew while tearing up and said nothing: "Alice, please send me a message, I'll be right there."

The little blond girl stomped her feet, and cast a sideways glance at her supernatural power user indignantly, before disappearing with a "boo".

"If you don't want to continue the additional surgical treatment period, I suggest that you stay here and don't run around, Dazai-kun. Of course, it doesn't matter if you run around. I will make good use of your corpse."

He opened the door without changing his coat, just walked out in a "different" way.

The two ladies who were handed over to the Ministry of the Interior for "foster care" also had time to leave, and it would be detrimental to the plan if they continued—the person who could influence the leader of PortMafia and the leader of PortMafia himself were two completely different concepts.If you delay the matter until after you succeed to the throne, you may encounter unexpected humiliation.

The new leader of PortMafia must not be humiliated, or it would be a great disservice to authority.

At present, there are not many people in his hands who can safely deliver this matter, so he can only make two plans.

Assuming that the Wilgent mother and daughter can be successfully brought back, the person who handles them will inevitably become an important member of his future governance team.Taking a step back, it can also be regarded as a test for future collaborators.In case the Ministry of the Interior has other arrangements besides the live-in nanny...losing them before seeing them is not an unacceptable sacrifice.

Mori Ogai twitched his fingers in thought, and after weighing the gains and losses, an approachable and warm smile reappeared on his face.

I hope everything goes well, and if he can stop losing, he is still willing to be a good husband and father within a certain range.

The candidates to bring back the Vergent mother and daughter have already been selected in their hearts. Although there is a flaw of amnesia, if there is an abnormality in the future, it will be convenient to use this problem to eradicate it.

Arriving at the pre-booked venue for dispatching supernatural life forms, Mr. Mori saw a foreign man with confused eyes: "Mr. Lan Tang, how are you doing recently?"

"Oh, it's Dr. Sen, who asked me to come here...what's the matter?"

The man raised his pale golden eyes.

Leading the younger brother next door behind her, the tall and tall girl held a popsicle in her mouth, and slowly slowed down when passing the intersection until she stopped.

She noticed a long-haired man standing across the road, his melancholy pale golden eyes became dazed when they met.The temperature in early autumn was no different from that in late summer, but the man was wearing a long coat and a meticulous scarf around his neck.

He is very good-looking, handsome and unforgettable, but also as mysterious as the mist drifting on the sea.

Mori Yuki took the lead to move his eyes away with an impeccably ignorant expression, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

She knew this man, or rather, she had seen his information in Father Denard's study.

Mercenaries are like wild cats, no matter how much money they spend, they can't be expected to pay loyalty and faith.Because of this, all countries in the world exclude these daring "adventurers" from the legal protection system, so they must keep in mind all the people who can't be provoked, so as not to accidentally capsize the boat.

——The transcendent of France, Jean Rimbaud.Strictly speaking, it was not this man who could not be offended, but his partner, another transcendent known as the "King of Assassination", Paul Verlaine.

She was still a child when this pair of partners crossed the European continent, and she could only vaguely appreciate the demeanor of the strong from the lines in the written records.According to the archives, Verlaine calmly killed the double of the Queen of England in full view, and then left safely as if no one was there.Had it not been for Scotland Yard's timely use of the substitute plan when it received information, Prince Charles probably would not have been ridiculed as the "Prince of 60 Years".

Another reliable French official record stated that Rimbaud died in a secret mission that he infiltrated and investigated together a few years ago, and the location happened to be in the Far East...

It's bright and sunny, have you seen a living ghost?

That is of course impossible, so the information must be wrong.

Considering the fact that Scotland Yard used a double to fool Verlaine, it seems that the French intelligence agency's hip stretching is not an incomprehensible thing.

Yuki gnawed the popsicle, and moved her gaze from Rimbaud to the traffic lights silkily.Hehe, Transcendent, what does it matter to me?I'm just an ordinary girl in the third grade of elementary school.

The man was holding a few hydrogen balloons in his hand, occasionally sending out one absent-mindedly.He seems to be playing a poor street handyman, his eyes wandering in a trance so that people wonder if he will fall asleep in the next second, but he regains clarity the moment he touches the girl.

He let go of his hand, and the eyes of passers-by followed the balloon upwards.In the next second, the figure of the man disappeared, followed by two children who were about to cross the road.The action was too violent, and no one was alarmed.

"Lantang, my name."

As soon as his sight was restored, Yuki looked around calmly. At this moment, they were in the depths of an empty dark alley.Maybe it was outside the back kitchen door of a restaurant, and the sound of water dripping on the metal sink was clearly audible.

The man took out a photo from his coat pocket, compared the two children carefully, and turned his eyes to the correct one: "Hmm...it seems different from what I imagined?"

She was wearing a well-behaved sailor dress, and her black hair was braided into long braids hanging behind her head, which was far from the image of Yanyan wearing a thin green gauze scarf in the photo.

"Who are you? Let me go! I'm going to call the police!"

The boy who resisted fiercely was knocked unconscious like a chick and thrown into a light golden cube to lock him up. There was no time to sound the alarm: "Be quiet, you are too noisy."

He stretched out his hand, and without waiting for five fingers to close, Mori Yuki said in time: "Don't kill!"

"With the monitoring of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, killing him will be very troublesome."

This is a valid tip.

The man stopped moving, he hesitated for a moment, put down his hand to release the supernatural power, Xia Youjie rolled on the ground as silently as a rotten apple.

Looking at the comatose boy, Lan Tang said in a somewhat bewildered tone, "Didn't Dr. Sen say he has a son?"

"..."

For a moment, Yuki didn't know how to make an evaluation.

How did you come to this conclusion?Is the transcendent mentally ill?

"You..." Reminiscent of this person claiming to be named "Lantang", Yuki is not sure whether he defected or something else happened.She shouldn't be mistaken. Jean Rimbaud, the transcendent of the space system, can match every one of the [color painting collection] with supernatural powers.But his reaction didn't have the style of an ace agent at all, just... not very smart.

But no matter how smart he is, Yuki dare not make mistakes. Experience tells her that it is best not to be too rough when facing absolute strength, so as not to capsize.

Mr. Lantang waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the little girl's next words.So he took out his pocket again, took out a piece of A4 paper, unfolded it, and began to read according to the words written on it: "To my dear little princess..."

"Stop, thank you, you don't need to read it, please show it to me."

Shaking off the goosebumps on his body, Mori Yuki weakly stretched out his hands towards him.The man simply stuffed the paper to her and nodded: "I'm looking forward to it, Miss, see you tonight at twelve o'clock."

he's gone.

While extracting information at a glance, the girl repeatedly recalled Rimbaud's behavior.

His reaction was very strange. He actually gave her time to beg for Xia Youjie's mercy instead of directly crushing this little guy who might leak the secret?This is not like the strength of a transcendent.And Yuki doesn't think that her cheap father can be so face-saving that he can use the transcendent as a messenger at will, just to send this kind of shit letter home that is more plastic than plastic?

The most important thing is that Rimbaud is a Frenchman, and he can read it in Japanese!It's a good read, the French don't speak French but Japanese, you seem to be making me laugh?You must know that the dedication of those Gauls to their mother tongue is comparable to their trust in the Maginot Line...

So something must have happened to allow Rimbaud to let go of his pride as a strong man while staying in the Far East island country incognito.

After reading the last line, Yuki threw this useless thing into a puddle by the side of the road and stirred vigorously until it became an irreparable mess before stopping.The whole letter is full of greasy greetings, without any substantive content.

Of course, the real message to be conveyed cannot be written on paper.

The cheap father has been staying in Yokohama to hang out with gangsters, and he can barely be regarded as a colleague. This sudden action is definitely not due to Schrödinger's unwarranted fatherly love.

Yokohama, PortMafia.

Recently, the leader of that organization has become more and more crazy. It is said that he is old and sick...

Ah, got it.

Finally, Mr. Mori didn't want to continue to be held back by others, so he decided to attack on two fronts: on the one hand, get rid of the "overlord", and on the other hand, avoid being humiliated in the future, so he sent someone to pick up the meat ticket temporarily deposited in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Regarding the "placement" and "monitoring" by the Ministry of the Interior, Yuki Mori certainly knows that it is not a long-term solution, and he is happy to return to the appearance of an 11-year-old child in his spare time.

Just treat it as a vacation.

Now the wind direction has changed, the girl who has no loyalty to any party spent about 1 minute to make a comparison, and happily decided to "abandon the light and cast the dark".

The only problem right now—

If Rimbaud, the transcendent under normal conditions, makes the move, she doesn't think there is anything to worry about, just lie down and wait.The key is...will Rimbaud be the one to do it?And his drowsy and unreliable mental state.

Why do I always meet people with weird heads and cute heads?

Sigh... I can't even feel at ease when I'm honestly a meat ticket.