The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"The problem now is...it will be dawn in four hours. Do you have any plans? Let me just say that I have to work early in the morning."

Mori Yuki pushed the flat mirror, through which he could admire the magic ball in Xia Youjie's hand.The giant dragon that was entrenched on one side like a hill just now is only this big, and it is completely impossible to imagine how it was squeezed into the size of a palm.

Gojo Satoru didn't want to break up on the spot, he immediately leaned on Yuki as if he had no bones: "No, there are only four hours left, let's go to the sea to play!"

"Then I'll go back to school directly. Do you need to ask for leave for you, Wu." Xia Youjie took the initiative to leave while holding the magic ball: "Noctua will probably be very angry if he sees only Nitro sitting in the classroom."

There are only three people in the whole grade, no matter how hard your eyes are, you can tell who is there and who is no longer.He was in a hurry to leave and there was another thing to do, to "eat" the giant dragon curse spirit that had been rolled into balls.

That is not eating in the true sense, but completing the second half of the operation through the action of "eating", and subduing the spell spirit into a summoned object that is completely under his control.All in all, it is not suitable for displaying in public places. I don’t know if it will scare other curses, but it will definitely scare others.

"Compared to going to sea to play, I want to rest more, please be considerate of the needs of people in society."

The head of the port society has no willful power. In order not to make herself look like Dostoevsky, she even practiced the "stunt" of falling asleep anytime, anywhere.Mori Yuki couldn't accept wasting rest time more than taking up her working time: "Also, Xia You, is it really okay for you to go to Tokyo alone at such a late hour?"

Not everyone can teleport "piu" like Wujo Satoru, walking alone before dawn, it's very bleak to think about.

According to Wujo Satoru's thinking, if the remaining few hours are not spent on playing, it is better to send Mori Yuki back to Yokohama before returning to school, completely ignoring the summer oil he called from Iwate Prefecture in the middle of the night Jay.Although Xia Youjie himself doesn't care about this at all, it doesn't mean that he is satisfied with his attitude of throwing away his friends when they run out.

"There is no problem. I can fly back with the curse spirit, but I will not refuse other invitations."

His long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed even more, like a black fur fox wagging its tail and smiling.

"Can't dragons know how to fly? I want to sit! In exchange, I invite you to spend the night in my guest room." Mori Yuki pinched Wujo's face with one hand and pulled him to prevent him from making a rude voice: "Xiao Wu, let's go together , the guest room is yours, you can watch movies and play games.”

What should I do if I have a cat that is too energetic and likes to tear down the house?Raise another one of similar size and let them consume each other!

"Hey!" Wutiao Wuguai shouted halfway, remembering the setting that dragons can indeed fly, and immediately refused to refuse: "Yes, yes, I haven't seen how you subdue the curse spirit, Jie, I'm a little curious."

"To be honest, I'm also a little curious." Mori Yuki followed and blinked with big eyes.

Under the premise of maintaining a smile, Xia Youjie's forehead burst into blue veins: "...What's the situation? Are you starting to target me?"

"No, no, no, you are definitely thinking too much." Mori Yuki raised his fingers and shook: "I just plan to save some transportation expenses. You know summer oil, and there is no surplus food in the warehouses of multinational companies under the current situation."

"Anyway, sooner or later, the spell will be made public. If you don't tell me, I'll hide under your window and wait~" Gojo Satoru is even more ruthless, leaving no room for others.

Xia Youjie was so annoyed by these two cute guys who squeezed together and stared at each other: "It's not in an unimaginable way. If someone says something that makes me unhappy after reading it, Wu, your report will be finished." .”

He wouldn't be so stupid as to say harsh words to Mori Yuki. After finishing speaking, he swallowed the magic spirit ball wholeheartedly, held his breath after finishing the movement, and then lowered his head and opened his eyes: "That's it, are you satisfied?" ?”

It was Wujo Satoru who answered him with a heavy expression and didn't hold back his fart: "Is it delicious? What does it taste like? How is it different from eating cockroaches?"

"Can you tell me what kind of cockroaches you've ever eaten?" Xia Youjie fought back sharply, and suddenly two bottles of sugar-free oolong tea joined the battle during the usual trash talk session.Yuki Mori used a plastic bottle to poke the male high school students who almost hugged each other to "exchange feelings": "Are you not thirsty after talking so much?"

After the initial shock passed, she turned around and went to look for vending machines, thanks to the island country's habit of having such things everywhere, she finally didn't return empty-handed.

Since the curse was born from the negative emotions of human beings, no matter how you think about it, it can't taste too good.Even if Xia You behaved calmly, the stiff pause and tense muscles could not escape the eyes of everyone present.

Gojo Satoru also wanted to get this question. Like Mori Yuki, he didn't make a fuss and asked too much, but chose to care for his friends in other ways... Maybe the posture was so clumsy that people couldn't laugh or cry, but it also effectively diverted Xia Youjie's attention.

"Thank you!" Wanzitou took the oolong tea and unscrewed it, and downed half a bottle in one go: "It's getting late, let's go."

The long and winding dragon reappeared in front of everyone, while he was playing with the new car, Gojo Satoru made a phone call with the supervisor and assistants in the distance, telling them that the curse spirit had a master today.Regardless of how the director's office would react when he heard the news, he hung up the call and walked happily behind Yuki, walking along the tail to the back between the front paws: "Hurry up and fly, do you want me to put an account?" ?”

"You let it go, at least you can save a thousand words of inspection." Xia Youjie didn't even want to look at this thing, and manipulated the dragon to fly straight into the sky.

"Yeah - it's flying~"

Only this cheering was left in the air, not to mention the figure, even the scales on the dragon's tail were gone.The supervision assistant came a step late, looking at the traces of fighting left on the ground with dull eyes.

How to report this!

"Wow!" Yuki Mori, who was flying "Curse Air" for the first time, was rarely more lively than Gojo Satoru.

She broke away from the latter's hand and walked along the dragon's spine. She still felt dissatisfied with running to the top of the curse spirit, so she just sat with her legs hanging down on the small open space at the tip of the dragon's nose that only accommodated one person.

Gojo Satoru stood on the dragon's head, staring at the girl who was so comfortable that her calves were dangling: "Be careful, don't fall."

"It's okay, I'm well balanced."

She supported her back with one hand and turned her head to look up at him: "Can you catch me when I fall?"

"You try?" The young man tilted his head and thought about it. Seeing her fall to the side with her arms outstretched, she jumped down immediately.

A high wind blew her long hair into a banner like a shooting star across the sky.

Xia Youjie, who was sitting on the shoulders of the giant dragon in an orderly manner: "..."

I'm often not neurotic enough to understand my friends, a headache.

Half an hour later, the dragon-shaped mantra stopped at the door of the apartment. Mori Yuki swiped his card to open the elevator and touched the fingerprint lock, leading the two visitors to his private residence.

"Okay, I'm going to bed, don't disturb the rare sleep time of the leader of PortMafia, the rest is free. There are disposables in the mirror cabinet of the main bathroom, and spare pajamas in the cupboard of the guest bedroom."

She flung her hands into the bedroom and locked the door, washed and stretched briefly, fell on the bed and lost consciousness instantly.

The two energetic boys in the living room looked at each other for a few seconds, before Gojo Wu could say anything, Xia Youjie turned around and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to look through: "Juice, milk, coffee, beer, what do you want Wujou? "

"Can't you stop rummaging through my girlfriend's refrigerator in front of me? I want juice." Wujo Gojo nestled into the sofa, picked up the ones scattered on the coffee table, and looked through them: "Who are these authors? Oda Sakunosuke, Morin Taro..."

"Isn't that Yuki's father's name?" Xia Youjie sat across from him and threw the juice across the tea table.The cans landed on Gojo Satoru through No Lower Limit, and he opened Mr. Mori's: "Let me see what this guy wrote."

"I didn't expect Mr. Mori to write this." He opened the beer and drank it slowly. Gojo Satoru lowered his head and flipped through the book: ""Dancing Girl"? I can't see that the old man was quite..."

His expression changed from "watching the excitement" at the beginning to "that's how it is", and finally fixed at "..."

The short story doesn't have many words, and tens of thousands of words should be finished in ten minutes if the speed is fast.Xia Youjie waited for a while, until the drink in his hand was gone and before the imaginary comment, he couldn't help stepping on the floor to remind: "Enlightenment?"

"Ah? Nothing, I'm just curious. According to Mr. Mori's description in the book, Yuki should have a grandmother. Have you seen it?" Gojo Satoru closed the pages of the book, and stuffed the book into the trash wastebasket.Xia Youjie shook his head while watching him abuse the book: "No, when Yuki moved in next door to my house, there were only her and Mrs. Alice. The nanny was deliberately arranged by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, probably for fear of them escaping."

He raised his head and recalled: "It was a haunted house. I don't know why the curse spirit attached to the visitor and left, maybe because he was afraid of her?"

"It's not Yuki's problem, the key point is Madam Alice." Gojo Satoru let go of the trash can, picked up the juice and squeezed it in his hand: "She has a sleeping curse, it's very weak, so I didn't care about it, I guess It was formed under the influence of the Tianyuan Barrier after coming to the island country. Thinking about it now..."

"It's most likely Yuki's grandmother."

The room fell into silence, Xia Youjie changed the topic: "I saw that there seem to be a few games here, do you want to play? If you don't play, go to bed early, the guest bedroom or sofa guessing how to decide."

"It's impossible to let the 'guest' sleep on the sofa! The guest bedroom will be given to you, why don't you hurry up and raise your hands above your head and shout three times, Long live Gojo-sama~" Gojo Satoru very consciously regarded himself as the owner of the apartment, and successfully won the eyes of his friends: "I don't know why my wrist suddenly hurts so much. It's better for Mr. Wujo to find a way to report this kind of thing."

After Xia Youjie finished speaking, he didn't listen to Gojo Wu's wailing, leaving him with an indifferent back to wash up and go to bed by himself.

——Skipping class, anyway, going to class in the morning is sitting in the classroom to catch up on sleep, it is better to lie on the bed and sleep peacefully.As for the inspection...whatever, there are five backlogs anyway.

The next day, two male high school students met outside the main bathroom door. When they looked up, the hour hand of the wall clock was just to the left of the word "10".Mori Yuki walked out of the bedroom with his laptop in his arms and said without raising his head, "Mr. Nightworm called me at nine o'clock, and he has asked for leave for the two of you."

"Oh, then I'll go to the office with you. Didn't the little guy in the Zen Academy say yesterday that Hiroya would bring a few outsiders to meet you this afternoon? I'm afraid he might be deceived. It doesn't matter if he is deceived. If someone wants to treat you through him What's wrong?"

Gojo Wu was holding a disposable toothbrush in his mouth, and his mouth was full of foam, but he couldn't stop talking. Xia Youjie gave him a sideways look, stepped aside, and clearly expressed "I don't know this guy well".

"It's all right, I have no objection." She came to the dining table wearing delicate plain glasses, and lifted them up from time to time, the purple eyes were covered with a soft taste.

"How about Jie, do you want to go to the port with me or go back to school?" Which pot is not open and which pot to lift is probably Wu Tiao's inherent skill.Xia Youjie is not stupid, and he doesn't want to go back to Tokyo to take the blame for him: "Go to the port to have a look, after all, I have an offer from PortMafia."

"If you are willing to work after graduation, I just have a job here that I can assign to you." Yuki Mori picked up his coffee and yawned: "It's a consulting firm related to the world of magic. The company. I have completed the personnel and organizational structure, and it is expected to run independently in four years."

"I'll talk about it when the time comes. Now I just want to save more ordinary people from the mouth of the curse." He smiled and looked at the knocked door: "Outside?"

"It's Guangjin, come and pick me up to the headquarters."

This matter should have belonged to the guerrilla leader Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but this kid has always acted cruelly and didn't know how to cover his face. Every time he dispatched, he made the scene unsightly, and the Metropolitan Police Department almost offered him a reward order Post it on the PortMafia chief's office door.In addition, he is underage and does not have a driver's license, so the pick-up leader can only continue to be handed over to Mr. Guangjin.

There were three people in the room, one was sitting as if he hadn't heard the knock on the door, and the other was squatting in the bathroom, not knowing what to do, Xia Youjie went to open the door without thinking much.

"..."

Guangjin Liulang looked at the black-haired young man in spare pajamas in front of him, and was stunned for a moment. His long-term calm professionalism made him successfully conceal the surprise in his eyes.

The boyfriend of the BOSS seems to be the white-haired boy, has he changed?

Just as he was taking a breath and was about to say hello, the bathroom door was pushed open with a "bang", and a large moth flew into the living room—five classmates tied it with the hair tie left by their girlfriend in the bathroom. A soaring braid: "Hahahahaha, look at Yuki, doesn't it look like Jie's ball head is moved to his forehead?"

The point is that he was also wearing spare pajamas.

Mr. Hirotsu twitched the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Wujo and this one, good day."

So why did these two people appear in the BOSS's private residence in pajamas at the same time?Looks like he's been here since last night?He subconsciously glanced at Mori Yuki who was sitting at the dining table reading documents and drinking coffee: "BOSS?"

"Well, I went to bed too late and got up late. I'll leave immediately after watching it." She couldn't help but yawned again, her tiredness couldn't be concealed, and Guangjin Liulang's heart trembled.

Just... Do you want to tell Mr. Rimbaud?He is the only person in the organization who can manage the boss after the death of the ancestors, and maybe Miss Hongye can persuade her, but it's not a good idea to ask Miss Hongye such a question.

"Morning, Grandpa~" Bai Mao thought he was very polite and said hello, which made everyone's head full of black lines.Xia Youjie added fuel to the fire: "Wu, it's so impolite, the elderly don't want to be reminded of their age."

"..."

Guangjin Liulang touched the gloves subconsciously, resisting the urge to educate the two brats, entered the door and waited with hands down.

"Mr. Nakahara, please go to my office now. I want to see the people on Leibo Street at four o'clock in the afternoon. What else..." Mori Yuki recorded the main work, closed his laptop and got up: "Okay, let's go, this The two of you will go to the headquarters with us."

Hearing this, Guangjin Liulang was taken aback again—could he have misunderstood?

Arriving at the office, Zhong Yuanzhong had already appeared with a reorganized report.Yuki Mori, who devoted herself to work, let the two young people who came to "do odd jobs" move freely until the pale golden light flashed through the window, and Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a surprised expression, and she distracted and looked out.

Well, it started.

Mr. Rimbaud stepped on the subspace body to fight against two, fully letting the conjurers squatting on the small island country understand the strength of a mature transcendent.

Considering that the demolition of the headquarters building would lead to fierce revenge from the leader of PortMafia, they opened up the battlefield in the air after a short physical confrontation.Rimbaud also couldn't see spell spirits and spell effects, but he could always properly release the subspace to separate all attacks.When he hit the ecstasy, he simply released the whole picture of [color painting collection], the gorgeous word palace separated Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru like a maze, and it was also a small black room, and Rimbaud could also manipulate the subspace body that locked people to quickly Move—for example, move Wujo Satoru to the trajectory of the spell he released himself.

The fire in the eyes of the young people is getting brighter and brighter, and the sound and heat in the air prove that the intensity of the battle is increasing with time.

"I'll go too!" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care about the report in his hand, and flew out of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving the leader standing in the office looking at the glass shards on the floor and fell silent.

The scuffle lasted until the afternoon, during which Verlaine ran into the chief's office to watch and applaud while eating fruit.Fortunately, he suppressed the idea of ​​joining the battle, which didn't make the situation more out of hand.

In fact, after Chuya rushed into the battle group, Rimbaud changed his offensive strategy and turned to pointing out his younger brother's fighting skills, otherwise it would not have been possible to delay for so long.

After a long time, Gojo Hiroya brought a few residents of Leibo Street to the downstairs of the headquarters and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

——Laughing maniacally, it seems like the head of the family?Why does he look more vicious than PortMafia?

"Has someone attacked PortMafia? Shall we change the conditions!"

The residents of Leibo Street who followed Gojo Hiroya began to discuss what else they wanted in front of him, and the young man who had been beaten by reality for a month smiled wryly.It's getting more and more outrageous, and Ms. Mori is afraid that she may not even be able to agree to their initial request, let alone the additional terms later, it is simply a fantasy.

He didn't turn around, but kept his head up and said humanely behind him: "That's just a simple joke of the strong standing at the top."

There is no second person in the circle of conjurers who can fight with the head of the family to this level. Who knows that little Yokohama is actually a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

"I said, what are you all doing standing here? Good dogs don't get in the way!"

Zenyuan Shier, who brought his son to work, also saw the crazy Gojo Wu floating in the air, and he snorted coldly through his nostrils: "If you have nothing to do, you can't catch the curse spirit or something? At least don't waste the favor given by your parents. "

Due to the bad attitude of the leader, the teacher no longer dared to call the twins' nominal guardian. Today, the most normal Yui of the whole family can only take them to solve the small troubles at the school.Mr. Zenyuan, who was worried about his wife's loss and grievances, was just when he was annoyed by the sight of bear children, and Gojo Hiroshi, who didn't kick and fly in the way, had already given Yusanjia a lot of face.

"You call me a dog? Can you fucking speak!"

Gojo Hiroya turned around and saw Zenyuan Shier's face, he was stunned for a moment, but the residents of Leibo Street who came with him reacted faster, and stepped forward to greet the little boy brought by him.

In Leibo Street, there has never been a rule not to attack the old, the young, the sick, and the disabled. As long as it is an exposed weakness, it will definitely be exploited.

The children in the Chanyuan Hui fully embody the characteristics inherited from their father.He dodged the random fist of the stranger, clapped his short, fat little hands together, and two fluffy puppies came out from the shadows, kicked and gnawed on the opponent's face with their strength.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The fear of being invisible is the ultimate fear. Being scratched and bitten by transparent creatures is something everyone is afraid of.All of a sudden, the PortMafia headquarters was bustling with activity—subspace bodies whistling in the air, orange-haired cadres screaming strangely, countless curse spirits, blue and purple balls of light, and the miserable cries of human beings echoed on the ground.

It was an exciting scene that had never happened before when the military and police came.

"Let Gojo Hiroya bring people up first, and then a few people will install the glass and clean up the debris." Yuki Mori, who was determined to finish the work first, had long since stopped paying attention to the "scenery" outside.There was already a mountain of processed documents piled up on the desktop, and the alarm sounded to remind her that the appointment guest hadn't shown up, which made her a little impatient.

Verlaine looked at her with admiration: "Aren't you worried at all? It's your boyfriend who was beaten!"

"What am I worried about? Mr. Rimbaud has a sense of measure." She put the documents that Zhongyuan Zhongye left behind on the "to be processed" position with a blank face, and put her hands in front of her in a triangle: "Or can I stop Which one do you live in?"

"Do I need to intervene to make them stop? If it continues, it will affect the work efficiency of other members!" Verlaine said nonchalantly what Mori Yuki didn't want to hear.She pushed aside the chair without saying a word and went to the dark compartment behind the bookshelf to pick. After searching for a while, she found a long, slender weapon that looked like a small cannon barrel loaded with grenades, carried it on her shoulders, and squatted down on one knee in a standard tactical posture: "Don't worry about it."

"Hey, hey! You are too exaggerated! What do you think of them?!"

That's an armor-piercing bomb, it's usually used to blow up tanks.Don't you always boast that you are a fastidious person who can talk but never do it?

After being notified through the internal line, Zenyuan Shier took his own son and kicked Gojo Hiroya and the crying and screaming residents of Leibo Street into the chief's office.These people watched helplessly as the leader of PortMafia blasted an RPG on the wall of the subspace created by the Transcendence, and Leng Sensen rushed to the four people who were suddenly stuck outside: "Salary deducted!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah?"

The residents of Leibo Street forgot their screams, and they didn't know how to react when they saw the scene in front of them—it seemed that they had found the wrong target for blackmail.

It is widely rumored that the leader of PortMafia is a puppet. Could this be a puppet?Which puppet is this style!