The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Since I accompanied the chief officer to the meeting with the director of conjurers, the sleep problem that troubled Mr. Aizawa finally healed without medicine.In gratitude, the deputy head of the Religious Management Section patted his chest and said that he would give a lot of good words to the director in front of the chief, but he changed his face the next second after hanging up the phone.

"It's just psychological hints plus desensitization therapy. You want to use these in exchange for my support? Dreaming!"

Maybe the curse spirit that disturbed people's life was put on them by these old guys in advance?

The premise is that the so-called "curse", which is superstitious among folk foolish men and women, really exists... Hahaha, how is it possible!

If that kind of thing really exists, wouldn't it be a better way to use it by grabbing it and throwing it on the battlefield?

Kenkichi Aizawa yawned, watching the hour and minute hands gradually draw into a vertical line.

get off work!

Walking out of the office building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I sighed with emotion that there are still so many people who have to work overtime.He drove the car in a muddle along with the crowd, and when he drove out of the elevated exit, he accidentally bumped into another pure black car next to him.

"@#%￥!" The man cursed, threw off his seat belt and opened the door to get out of the car: "...Sorry, the road conditions are really bad, what do you think?"

If he can afford to drive a high-end car, he can't afford insurance. Anyway, there are insurance companies arguing with each other to pay compensation. He doesn't want to spend his rest time on such petty disputes, and he doesn't want to be exposed on the Internet because of his domineering attitude.

The driver in the high-end car was a red-haired boy with a dull expression and an honest face.He opened his mouth and seemed to be thinking about what to say.

Before Kenkichi Aizawa could make another sound, the blackout glass on the back seat of the car slowly lowered, revealing a face he was all too familiar with: "Uncle Aizawa, what a coincidence~"

"What? You!"

Aizawa Kenkichi looked around in a panic, and suddenly there was the crisp knocking sound of mechanical parts in his ears—the sound of the firearm being pulled and loaded.

The man couldn't look back as quickly as he could, and swallowed hard: "It's really a coincidence, little Yuki... Did you encounter any trouble looking for your uncle?"

"Hee hee~"

The girl smiled sweetly: "Uncle Aizawa is a good man, he will definitely help me, right!"

As she spoke, she held up a photo.

A photo of the communication number handwritten by the embassy staff.

"If this photo shows up in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, things will get worse!"

A naked threat and intimidation.

Kenkichi Aizawa's feet were soft, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and he almost fell to the ground.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs leaked information, and the leaker sold the information abroad—the embassy staff who had lived abroad for more than ten years, low-level, unnoticed but with many friends... This is simply a scapegoat tailor-made for him!

In broad daylight, amidst the rolling traffic, Aizawa Kenkichi felt as if he was in a vast snow field, and his advance and retreat were all dead ends.

"You, what do you want me to do?"

Fear forced his pupils to constrict, and the very cute girl tapped her finger against her lower lip as if she hadn't seen it at all: "Well... I want Uncle Aizawa to accompany me to have afternoon tea, I'll treat you~"

The beautiful eyes are bent into two lines, and the eyebrows are also lowered. It is the most pleasing appearance, but like a scourge, it makes Aizawa Kenji frightened and disturbed from the depths of his soul.

"Good! Good!"

The man bent his back and nodded repeatedly.

As long as you don't kill him, as long as you can continue to live the current life of being well-fed and respected, you can let him do whatever you want!

"Then what are you waiting for? Get in the car, Uncle Aizawa." The girl's bright purple eyes seemed to have seen this scene, and she became less interested: "Someone will take your car away, repair it and send it back, don't worry. "

This sentence really means "don't play tricks, I know your exact address, you can't escape".

Kenkichi Aizawa was shaking as if he had suffered from Parkinson's syndrome 20 years earlier. It took him a few tries to forcefully open the car door of the other party and get in. The black car quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

"Little Yuki, ah, no, Miss Mori!" The man loosened his tie knot, careful not to look directly at the little girl sitting not far away: "Miss Mori's solemn invitation is not just for afternoon tea?"

If his tone can be firmer, maybe there will be something like aura.It's a pity that it's like a back that bends down and can't straighten up again. Kenkichi Aizawa didn't even move his lips in the second half of the sentence, it was just moaning and begging for mercy.

Mori Yuki stopped looking at him, and turned to look out of the window: "Of course it's to thank Uncle Aizawa for taking care of him for so long~ Dad also said to thank you very much!"

At least for now, she and Mori Ogai are a community of interests. Anyway, there is no father-daughter relationship between them, and there are no sharp conflicts that endanger their survival. It is better to admit the fact of mutual use frankly.

——I need time and space to grow, and Mori Ogai needs useful and temporarily loyal subordinates to stabilize the situation.

"The daughter of the chief of PortMafia", this identity is much safer than "a member of the Denardi mercenary group 'witch'".Well, the vest is thicker and has more layers, which is a great thing.

Excluding emotional factors, Mr. Mori is a pretty good leader.

As for Kenkichi Aizawa, it's still the same old comment: he can't do things well, and if he is used as a shit-stirring stick to do bad things, the effect will definitely be outstanding.The so-called heroes see the same thing, and on this point, the new leader of PortMafia and his daughter agree.

——Not only will they not use violent means to retaliate against this jumping clown, but they even give him all support except necessary support, leaving him to continue to "shine and shine" from the Ministry of the Interior.

Hearing Mori Ogai's name, Aizawa Kenkichi slid directly under the seat, his arms resting on the seat cushion, his face pale: "Hahahahaha, does Rintaro want to see me? That would be great..."

What a shit!

If he wasn't afraid of Sentaro, why did he bring his lover and illegitimate daughter all the way back from Germany?

Not having the courage to kill himself, not capable of jumping out of the car, the man looked up tremblingly at the girl who turned her head to enjoy the scenery: "Miss Mori, Yuki, Uncle Aizawa didn't hurt you, right? I, I even gave you a new skirt, Arrange you to live in the house with the best conditions. I did my best, I really did my best!"

The middle-aged man held his hair in his hands and screamed hysterically. Yuki Mori turned his cheeks and frowned—what did Mr. Mori do to frighten his old classmates into such a virtue? It can already be classified as a PTSD symptom!

Of course, Kenkichi Aizawa, who was sobbing, couldn't explain it to her. He always remembered the smile Mori Ogai left when he was forced to leave Germany.And in the ten years after that, the ambassador to Germany died unexpectedly, and his nephew who stayed in the country was named and transferred to Chang'an Island, whereabouts are unknown.As for the other staff members, either they died on the battlefield after being promoted, or they fell to the bottom and hit the wall frequently.

Everyone can guess who is behind the scenes, and everyone has no evidence to accuse.

That person's revenge will never end.

Mori Yuki held back his irritability, and fiddled with the lace skirt on his knees to reassure him: "Uncle Aizawa is kind to me, I will always remember it."

"Please, please, please spare my life, I will never dare to..."

After hearing this sentence, the man crawled to her feet like a condemned prisoner kneeling under the guillotine and hearing the amnesty: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. How could I let Dad misunderstand you, Uncle Aizawa?" The girl seemed to be the Messiah in his eyes: "If Dad bullies Uncle Aizawa, I will definitely be angry."

She is like a little princess being held in the palm of someone's hand and pampered, with her small diamond-shaped mouth curled up: "Just... pour the ink into Dad's coffee, and let him cry!"

Kenkichi Aizawa's hoarse breathing gradually slowed down.

That's great, even Mori Ogai will be as affectionate as an ordinary man.As long as Mori Yuki is on his side, he is not afraid that he will not give in.

Up until now, Kenkichi Aizawa didn't dare to expect any benefits from his old classmates, as long as he was sent out alive, he would be satisfied.

He had already forgotten about Mori Yuki threatening himself with the photo.

The roots of the ears finally recovered, and Mori Yuki looked at the distant coastline again: "..."

There is no sense of accomplishment in cheating such a product.

On the first night, I stayed up late to clean up the house, on the second night, I went to the body picking team to pick up a bodyguard for myself, on the third night, I killed the guy who came to the door looking for bad luck, and on the fourth day, I went for a drive in the "victim's" car and sold the internal affairs. Province and cheap father's information, on the fifth day, cheap father called to explain why there was "infighting", and on the sixth day, which is today, tied a handy shit stick.

Well, everyday life is full.

"Oda?" She summoned the driver and bodyguard while maintaining a gaze, and the red-haired boy who drove the car replied, "Yes."

The girl sighed almost uncontrollably.

This guy is good at everything, but he is too salty, so salty that it is outrageous.

"Go to the bookstore later and buy me one of each of the books."

Think about it, when you are so busy that you can't wait to break 24 hours into eight parts, but someone is sitting not far away, looking at the sky, the earth and the air, with an expression on his face that everything is negotiable except work...

Don't be angry if you change someone!

If it wasn't for learning from the reference room that this guy was a well-known killer, if it wasn't for finding out that he was the only person with supernatural powers in the bottom, if it wasn't for finding out that Oda Sakunosuke hadn't belonged to any faction, who would want to hang a note by his side? salted fish.

Does it make me look more bleak when I am alone and working overtime?

"One copy of each type?" The driver's tone finally fluctuated a bit, and the girl sitting in the back seat lazily confirmed: "Yes, one copy of each type."

"Pay with the bearer card that I found the day before yesterday." She added an extra sentence, resolutely refusing to use the small private treasury.

Mori Ogai hasn't talked about the salary yet, and Mori Yuki made up his mind that if Daddy Daddy dares to confuse it, let him taste the taste of rat poison.

——[Cup] This free superpower includes two aspects.Not only can it slowly treat various injuries to the human body, but it can also prepare poison according to the subjective needs of people with supernatural powers.

Just like the code name "witch", the liquid in the cup may save a life or kill invisible.

"Understood." The driver thought of the unlucky guy he met on the first day of transfer.

Not only did he fail to find fault at the door, he was also touched by someone's body... I also felt that I was following the wrong person.

Cleaning the battlefield and picking up corpses is a good job. The time requirement is simple, and the salary is not high and he doesn't have much consumption.It's not like following the eldest lady, who has to be ordered to run errands by her if there is nothing to do.

Uh...he's not complaining.In a sense, this airborne young lady is actually very talkative. She doesn't force herself to kill people, and she doesn't try to inquire about the reason. She simply said "I see", and her business-like attitude makes people feel very comfortable. .

But it is, but how to say it?

correct!

Even when she tosses people, she is really tossing.I don’t know why I’m not happy, I want to buy this and I have to buy that, and I’m not allowed to deliver it to the delivery boy, making myself unpredictable and even more confused.