The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Yuki, after checking, no one in the crowd has a scar on his forehead."

Satisfied with the agreement, Mori Yuki heard bad news from Rimbaud. After pondering for a moment, she decided to put the matter aside and make another plan when she returned to Yokohama.

Apparently that brain bought her information from certain channels and caused a lot of trouble, but the person who sold the information was more interesting.Seven points of truth and three points of falsehood were mixed with facts and rumors to successfully harvest a wave of buyers. This method made her feel very familiar, very similar to an old friend from Russia.

If it was Fyodor, what would he want to do?Is there a need to plan a trip to the North this winter?

Mori Yuki remained calm and replied with a smile: "I understand. I will inform the headquarters to update the killing order and add targets. There is a row of obvious stitching marks on the forehead. The reason is that the attempt to attack the leader failed and escaped. I will use other methods for specific details." Keep searching."

The business in Tokyo is not over yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today.

The phone was hung up, and the pale golden subspace body melted like a bubble in the setting sun.The outermost demonstrators have been dispersed by the riot police, and the auditorium of the Capitol, facing the attack of the curse, is still closed.

Xia Youjie grabbed a bunch of super magic spirits and hid in the corner to "fill" the inventory, while the media reporters and everyone present at the meeting stayed where they were and waited for rescue.No one noticed that two young people slipped in from the back door. The auditorium was chaotic, and a large number of supervisors and assistants rushed over to support them. They were either rushing to transport the wounded, or explaining to some particularly stubborn old people that they must sign a non-disclosure agreement. reason.

"Should I also sign this thing?" Mori Yuki glanced at the densely packed confidentiality clauses, and compared with the tripartite agreement he just got from the Congress representative, he suddenly felt a bit disadvantaged.Gojo Satoru bit the candy ball and walked behind, keeping his eyes on her left and right: "You don't need to sign, anyway, you won't tell the outside world, the most important thing is that no one will believe you."

The black polo coat was covered in dirt, and she crumpled it up and disposed of it on the way over.After careful inspection, she found that her cheeks, neck, wrists, ankles, and places not covered by textiles had left a lot of bloodstains, most of which were accidentally scratched and scratched while avoiding the attack of the curse spirit.In order not to appear too different, Mori Yuki did not choose to use supernatural powers to recover quickly, but just sneaked back into the crowd with a wound.

The fair skin was deeply embedded with scars, and it was in a state of embarrassment but exuded an abusive beauty.Gojo Satoru crushed the sugar ball between his teeth, took off his school uniform jacket and put it on Mori Yuki's shoulders, raised his leg and walked in front of her to block it, and hooked a chair with his foot: "Sit for a while."

"Hiss..." The fabric of the coat rubbed against the wound, causing slight pain, Mori Yuki put the black school uniform jacket under the hood back on his shoulders, and sat down on the chair in front of him.

She was wearing a locator, and the interference device was completely smashed by Wujo Wujo's light ball just now, and soon Rimbaud and Verlaine followed the signal to find it: "Are you injured?"

"Small injuries are not worth mentioning. With the agreement in hand, the military and police will completely withdraw from Yokohama before the end of summer. Fukuchi Sakurachi... huh." She handed the paper text to Rimbaud and took it into the subspace, and Verlaine photographed it. He patted the back of the chair and sighed: "You look really miserable, who beat you?"

"It was me who caused the trouble." Gojo Satoru suddenly joined the conversation: "The other party is someone related to the conjurer, and these curses were also deliberately cast in. The only way to attack an ordinary person with such a large amount of money is to get through Yuki. affect me."

"What's wrong with you?" Verlaine was reluctant to talk to him at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became energetic: "What kind of opponent is it, how many G's of gravity can it withstand?"

"I don't know yet, I need to go back and check the information." The young man lowered his eyes quietly: "By the way, find some defensive spells that can be used without spell power."

No matter what she did, she seemed so calm and capable, which gave him the illusion that "no matter what, nothing will happen".But today's events prove that illusions are illusions.

"He will subconsciously underestimate the power of ordinary people. He is a traditional conjurer. Targeting young women shows that he does not have strong strength. To be able to escape the scan of [Colorful Paintings] is probably the type that is very good at hiding. .” Mori Yuki tapped his knuckles and enlightened Gojo: “There is no need for a conjurer born as an ordinary person to have such deep hostility towards you. It is recommended to find out from the old stories of the Yusanjia.”

She thought and analyzed: "Considering not daring to confront you directly but taking a detour from the people around you, I should have suffered at the hands of a conjurer similar to you. That guy is very old. Ah, that's right. , he doesn't seem to be too picky about the gender of the body, he was attached to a young man before, that is the etiquette we met in the morning."

"I see. I'll do this after you return to Yokohama safely."

Wujo Satoru is still very reliable when encountering problems, and it is far from the usual appearance of standing, sitting, sitting, and disordered.

While talking, the confidentiality agreement and the follow-up treatment were almost finished. All the wounded were sent to the Conjuration High School for specialized treatment. For those who died unfortunately, the Religious Management Department arranged the hospital to prepare various reasons to explain to the bereaved.

After the emergency consultation at the interim meeting, everyone said that they had encountered an unknown terrorist attack. The attackers mixed into the Capitol through the morning demonstrators and detonated a bomb during the meeting.

As for the media, the reasons are ready-made-the explosion caused the circuit to be disconnected, and whether it was the signal or the equipment, of course nothing could be transmitted.Those who can be invited into the conference auditorium are all big, famous and famous institutions, and they are not lacking in professionalism.They understand the repercussions of letting this matter go, and they will work harder instead of saying one thing and doing another.Besides, this kind of disaster connected with invisible things is too late for normal people to hide, and no one is full to support their own life.

The islanders, who are particularly efficient in covering up the facts, gave full play to their advantages, and the parliament building returned to its old state of singing and dancing in just two hours. Don't look at the smashed buildings inside, the appearance is not much different from before.

"Miss Mori, please stay for a while. There will be a buffet party in the Garden of Sakura later. Please be sure to attend." The staff of the Congress gradually took over the follow-up from the supervisory assistants, and are doing their best to invite all participants in the talks and no one. The visibly traumatized guests put on a big show together.

"I don't know whether to sigh or say something."

After listening to the trembling request of a certain staff member, Yuki Mori turned his head and complained to the string of PortMafia following him: "It's all like this, and you still have the heart to hold a reception for others to see. Is there really anyone willing to see this?"

"Well, there is no way around it. Every action of a public figure will naturally affect ordinary people. This is similar to a public performance after a disaster. It may have a stabilizing effect on people's hearts." Hirotsu Ryujiu After the battlefield, I understand this kind of operation very well.

Mori Yuki nodded after listening: "Well, you convinced me, it does make sense."

She turned back to accept the staff's suggestion: "I will stay to attend the reception, but I will not accept interviews, no matter which media. There is no need to arrange a hotel for the evening. My subordinates know how to solve this problem."

The devil knows what tricks Congress can arrange.

Understanding what the leader meant, Mr. Guangjin bowed: "Understood, BOSS, let's make arrangements."

Watching the elegant old man take the people away, the staff smiled uglier than crying: "Thank you for your support, miss!"

Never expected that this is not only a young lady, but also an incredible "big sister".Let's talk about why other more senior seniors gave up the job of talking to beautiful women to this little buddy. It can't be said that there is no reason, at least it is a deliberate arrangement.

Gojo Satoru, who was dragged back to the "meeting place" by the supervisor's help, was also very unwilling at this time: "The matter is settled, why should Jie and I stay? There is no magic spirit left, what are we doing here? ?”

"This is not up to the school to decide. In response to the needs of the Congress, the director's office asked the two super magicians who handled the incident to stay under protection. No matter which one is present, it is a talent that the country cannot afford to lose. Thank you for your hard work."

The supervisor's assistant wiped his sweat and smiled angrily. Seeing that Wutiao's dissatisfaction was about to overflow, he called Ye Mozhengdao and asked him to take care of the students.

"According to what the assistant supervisor said!" Ye Mo Zhengdao was obviously busy outside, so he hung up the phone after saying something hastily.Wujo Gojo gasped, and his attitude became worse and worse with the naked eye: "I actually asked me to be a security guard for these fat-bellied uncles, but there are really people from the upper class..."

"Wu, put your expression back, it's too obvious." Xia Youjie was not very happy either, especially after eating so many magic balls in one meal, his mood was uncontrollably terrible: "This kind of meaningless thing, I hope There will be less in the future."

"I'm very sorry!" The supervisor's assistant broke into a cold sweat from the dissatisfaction of the two super conjurers, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.While he was trembling and racking his brains to think of a reason, the phone in Gojo Satoru's pocket rang cheerfully: "Ichbin Sappi, daskleine Krokodil..."

The heaviness that was almost overwhelming was swept away, and the young man answered the phone quickly while waving vigorously in a certain direction on tiptoe.

Supervision assistance: "..."

As for it?

"What? You have to stay for the buffet reception, so you can't go out to watch a movie? No~ I want to watch a movie~"

The boy who is a lot higher than the average altitude is sticky and coquettish at his girlfriend: "Then I won't go back to school, stay with you!"

He didn't say at all that he was going to stay here as a security guard, and his expression gradually became brighter with the conversation: "Then it's settled! I will accompany you to the reception in the first half of the night, and you will watch a movie with me in the second half of the night! What movie? I'll look for it sometime~"

It seems that the person on the other side agreed to his unreasonable request with a good temper. After hanging up the phone, Wujou Wutiao's whole body lit up several colors: "Yeah! Buffet, I haven't seen what the national standard is like before." , what do you say, Jay?"

"……Oh!"

Xia Youjie didn't want to talk to his friend who had no position at all, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The crisis was finally resolved, and the supervisor and assistant ran away full of gossip.

Wujo actually has a girlfriend!Still the kind to be invited to a meeting at the Capitol!It turned out that the family from the Zen Academy ran into the school to make trouble last time, no wonder Mr. Zhipiren was so angry.

After another hour, the road at the entrance of the Capitol was unblocked and traffic resumed. The reporters set up their equipment again and explained to all the people who were paying attention to this matter through a live broadcast that it was just an ordinary terrorist attack. 1 blow, did not cause too much damage, please believe the police, the criminal will be brought to justice soon.

Based on years of experience in crisis public relations, the reason compiled sounds much more reliable than the "gas explosion". The panic caused by this in various places gradually calmed down, and the conjurers who were called to travel all over the world temporarily relieved.

When ordinary people panic, the curse spirits will multiply, and they are also panicked.

Now everyone's attention is going to the high-society buffet. After finishing the last batch of tasks, the conjurers will probably be able to return to their residences alive and have a good rest.

Passing by an ordinary apartment with a red brick exterior wall, Noctua Zhengdao heard the young people who shared the rent are admiring the beautiful girl appearing in the camera.

Young man A: "She's so young. Mixed races really have the advantage. She's tall and well-built. She's so pretty."

Young man B: "Russian? The legs are so long, and the corners of the skirt fly up when you turn around. If you can watch it live, you will be willing to die."

Young man A: "Don't be kidding, it's a lunch party held by the Congress. Those who can appear there are either rich or wealthy, and we are small people who can only drool through the screen."

Young man B: "Can't you think about it? Who is the one who supported her with the back of his hand and danced the waltz together? Father-in-law? Father-in-law looks so handsome with long hair!"

Young man A: "Go away, that is my father-in-law! You are not allowed to stare at my father-in-law and my wife!"

The boat of friendship turned over as soon as it was said, and the corners of the mouth of Teacher Noctua, who glanced at him through the window, twitched.Very well, a certain student will not be seen for about half a month, and I hope to see his face in the classroom after the official term starts.

Mr. Rimbaud was of course accompanying Mori Yuki in circles in the venue, Verlaine was hiding at the buffet table eating fruit, and Xia Youjie dragged Wujo Wu to prevent him from rushing out to embarrass himself.

"Mr. Lanbo blew up Yuki's house and she didn't even get angry with him, so don't be jealous."

Wanzitou pressed Baimao hard, for fear that if he accidentally let go, it would cause a catastrophe.They danced the waltz with their "daughter" on the back of their hands, and didn't even touch it. Would you be unhappy if you came out?Thinking of the time when the other party could hold him down with one hand and immobilize him, Xia You vaguely triggered some small symptoms of PTSD: "Go back and ask him to fight, I heard that Rimbaud and Verlaine are both Europe's long-established transcendent."

"Really?!" Gojo Gojo couldn't help but lowered his sunglasses and stared at Rimbaud: "Ugh..."

He knew that Yuki had always looked at Rimbaud differently, but he hadn't noticed anything special about this taciturn and always sad-faced foreigner when he was still in Arashiyama Bieyuan.Listening to what my friends said, young people really put each other in the position of a strong person.

"It's worth a try, but I can't see through it. How did people with supernatural powers appear? I checked some rumors. The earliest records can only be traced back to 100 years ago, and there will be no more. And more of them exist in Europe. Just like conjurers mostly gather in island countries?"

He grabbed Xia Youjie with his backhand to discuss with him, and the latter rolled his eyes and thought, "It's not unreasonable, Yokohama is the first trading port opened in the island country, and the Europeanization is more thorough, so people with supernatural powers appear on a large scale...there is There is no magic spirit?"

"It's true, not even a teeny-headed one. Ordinary people in Yokohama are not much different from other places, and they live step by step every day. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this."

Gojo Satoru found it very interesting: "It seems to be separated by an invisible barrier."

He was chatting with his friends, and his eyes kept chasing Mori Yuki and Rimbaud who were slowly circling on the dance floor.There are too many men who come to chat with her, and not all of them are worth spending energy to communicate with. The impatient girl who is perfunctory simply drags her acquaintances into the dance floor, just to find a clean place for herself.

Gojo Satoru was dismissed by his girlfriend because he was too conspicuous, and lost the opportunity, so he could only stand on the sidelines and watch helplessly, almost picking up a small handkerchief and stuffing it into his mouth.He is not an obedient character at all. After the last cold war when she said that she turned her face, she learned to at least be obedient on the surface.

Alas... That is to say, if you are disobedient, you may be dumped in the next second.

"By the way, Yuki was attacked by a manipulative magic spirit in another meeting room. I killed the magic spirit in time, but you should be careful about that 'person'. It is said that he can take other people's bodies and pretend to be himself." He could only find something for himself, and whispered to Xia Youjie and him: "Your parents are ordinary people, so be careful."

"Thank you, did Yuki tell you what the attacker looks like?" Xia Youjie immediately became vigilant, he turned his head to stare at Gojo Satoru, and got a very bizarre answer from his friend: "One brain, I guess Some kind of spell is used to protect the periphery, and the spell itself will not be too strong, otherwise there is no way to use the filth left by the spell to cover up and escape."

"A head?" Xia Youjie didn't quite understand: "Whose head?"

"It's not a head, it's a brain, it's a complete brain without the outer layer of skull." Gojo Satoru also found it inconceivable.Who is this, who can throw his brain around casually, and has no sense of public morality at all!

Amid the luxuries and luxuries dedicated to deception, a limp pink brain floats in the intact sewers underground of the Capitol.It looked a little smaller than normal, as if a piece had been jokingly torn off.

It is the thread that has been discussed over and over again.

Ron Suo never expected that the information he got from the information dealer would be so far from the real situation.In order to ensure authenticity and effectiveness, he specially purchased the information about the leader of PortMafia from different people through two channels. He planned to compare and refer to each other.

Considering that people living in the other world pay more attention to hiding personal information, he tried every means to find a Russian through his connections in order to understand the situation of Mori Yuki when he was training there.

Then it was thrown into the sewer.

She is not a weak girl with no power to restrain a chicken, nor is she a poor puppet who can be manipulated by others. She not only ignores the rules to hide weapons on her body, but also applies poison in advance without paying attention to martial arts.

The plan has completely failed, and Mori Yuki will definitely be more vigilant, and it will be inconvenient to attack her again in a short time.Soaked in the sewage, the rope turned around and drifted down the waterway into Tokyo Bay.It was also because he was lucky today that he quickly picked up a dead body that he couldn't care less about committing suicide.Wading through the stinking seawater, the sallow-faced middle-aged social animal climbed up the breakwater.Leaning against the rocks for a while, he took out the business card in the side pocket of his suit and took a look at it. He was sure that his surname should be Saijo. He was a poor guy who was unemployed and dumped by his wife.

First find a place to recuperate and re-accumulate strength, and then look for opportunities later.Anyway, the time is still early, the assimilation of the astral body and Tianyuan will have to wait until next summer, as long as he is alive, there will be a day when he will achieve his goal.

Back in the auditorium of the Capitol, the reception dedicated to display has come to an end.All the participating media and participants said in unison that they had encountered a terrorist attack, and those who refused to cooperate were coaxed by the supervisors to go to other venues to erase their memories.It is common sense in the world of spells that ordinary people cannot be made aware of the existence of curses, and Yuki Mori said that he could not understand this at all.

"Facing fear is the best way to eliminate fear. The more you don't let people know, the more curious you will be. If you are too curious, you will inevitably die. Fear is derived from the long-term evolution of human beings. It is hidden in the genes. A life-saving recipe. People who cannot face their fears often do not know how to avoid danger."

In this regard, her point of view is similar to that of Gojo Satoru: "There is no need to bother to hide the truth, a fragile person will be easily broken no matter what they encounter, and a tough person will get up again and again if they fall again and again. "

"You can't say that, you have to consider the situation of the majority of people." Xia Youjie was much more patient when talking to her than Wutiao Wu, at least he would not casually suggest "go out and have a chat".

Moriyuki raised his head and laughed silently for a while: "Why do you still have this stubborn personality? Don't worry, you have to believe in the psychological endurance of ordinary people, just exercise more, that's what desensitization therapy says."

"Which counselor told you that desensitization therapy is explained in this way?" Xia Youjie said angrily, "I'm going to smash his brand."

"Yuki said it's desensitization therapy, that's it." Gojo Satoru unconditionally supported his girlfriend, Xia Youjie smiled and gave him a hard elbow: "Shut up, otherwise don't expect me to write the report for you .”

"If you don't write it, don't write it! The big deal is to skip it. I want to go to the movies with Yuki. You go back and talk to Noctua."

Seeing that he finally got through it, he didn't want to stay even a second longer in this space full of too many old men.