The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

At four o'clock in the morning, two figures stood on the Floodwater Bridge on Kloster Street in Brandenburg, which had been guarded only a few years ago.The heavy snow before the new year brought beautiful scenery, but also made many people worry about how to raise their own electricity and gas bills. In order to save money, even the city hall was so frugal that it didn't even turn on the street lights.This once bustling commercial street has experienced the turmoil of the war and the years of post-war scarcity. Now, with the recovery of the German economy, its demolition plan has finally come to the fore.

Coming to the only place with light and sound, the Bercy Dance Theater has changed several owners after the unexpected death of the Bercy couple. Now it has finally lost to other more "professional" competitors, and has been left out in front of the door.At the time when it was time to see off the guests, the scene of cars and horses flowing like a stream was no longer there.

"My mother and I have both worked here for a long time. For her, the cabaret troupe was the only opportunity to support the family. For me, the salary paid by Mr. Bercy is very convenient for neighbors to understand why we have not been accepted. Starve to death. Not all countries have the same legal flexibility as island countries.” Standing under the exaggerated and gaudy but frequently flashing neon signs of the song and dance troupe, Yuki Mori looked up and saw the colorful fonts: "There's a joke, hell, the chef is British, the policeman is German, the engineer is French, the lover is Swiss, the banker is Italian, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. It's really troublesome to get into the police station here .”

Wujo Gojo, who was walking beside her, was eager to try: "Go in and have a look?"

He has never seen the standard red light district!

When he was in Kyoto, the whole family used the excuse of "the head of the family is still young" to keep him away from these special areas where magic spirits are more likely to be produced.Xia Youjie's personality... was unexpectedly rigid in some aspects, and he didn't have a chance to sneak in to see his true face.The only time I got involved was being tricked into an underground bar by Osamu Dazai, so I don’t need to repeat the consequences here.

"Why do you go in? The performances at this point are all eighteen forbidden, or do you want to find a lady to spend the four hours before dawn? Now you have to pay the entrance fee to go in. When the business is closed at dawn, I will take you in through the back door .”

Yuki Mori wrapped her warm cashmere shawl tightly around her body: "I don't know if the old house has collapsed, but I hope there are no homeless people who broke in."

They passed the Flood Bridge, and the snowflakes covered the mottled and slippery stone road under their feet. After walking a few steps, she didn't know what she stepped on. She slipped and sat on the thick snow in a daze: "Huh?"

"Hahahahahaha! Like a stupid fat duck! How about it, does it hurt from the fall? Are you going to cry?" Gojo Satoru laughed loudly at first, and it wasn't until Mori Yuki squinted his eyes that he realized that he should shut his mouth at this time.The girl sat in the fluttering snowdrift, stretched out her index finger and hooked it, and he immediately leaned forward: "Master Wutiao is here to save you~"

"Wow!"

As soon as he poked his head closer to her, Mori Yuki quickly stuffed his hand holding a handful of snowballs into Gojo Satoru's collar. The former pretended to be attacked by a sneak attack, and his fur was visible to the naked eye: "It's so cold!"

The coldness of the ice and snow did not lie in the slightest, the bottom limit automatically bounced and was quickly closed, the snowball fell into the depths of his shirt, he jumped up and down in the snow like a monkey to digest the excitement: "I will take revenge Oh, I will definitely take revenge..."

"Hehe." She supported the ground and stood up by herself, took a few steps forward, grabbed a handful of snow to wipe off her palms, and stepped on the white and flawless snow: "Come with me."

There are two old houses facing each other at the center of the street turning.One wooden structure is black in appearance, crumbling visible to the naked eye, and the other is made of stone, covered with black and blue moss, which looks particularly bleak in the snowfall season.

"This is my home, this is the church, go there first? The city hall won't open until dawn, because of your age we still need to ask the community court to hold a trial..." She carefully counted the procedures with her fingers, five Wu was embarrassed to listen, and pointed to the Wilgent house: "Go here first."

If it is this old house, the problem becomes very easy to solve.

Yuki Mori took out an iron wire that he did not know where he got from his pocket, and went forward to fiddle with it for 15 seconds. The door lock with more symbolic meaning than actual effect opened in response, and waves of decayed and dilapidated old men floated in the dark night. old taste.

"It seems that no one has come in for a long time, can I rent it out for the crew to shoot ghost movies?" She joked, turning on the phone's built-in lighting function to see the situation inside clearly.

Everything is exactly as it was when she left.

The old black wooden staircase was missing a few boards, lying on the ground without permission, and there was the sound of rats crawling in the passage leading to the kitchen and storage room.

Gojo Satoru has always classified this terrible environment as a workplace for exorcising curse spirits. It is completely unexpected that Yuki Mori, who looks like a pampered young lady, grew up here until he left the country.

"Where do you live? Upstairs?" He tried to change the subject, standing under the stairs leading to the second-floor attic and looking up, Mori Yuki shook his head: "No, my mother lives upstairs. She was afraid to see anyone after she became insane. Strangers, once a person is controlled by fear, it is easy to do some extreme behavior. Whether it is for her or to protect other people, she has to live in a room that can be isolated."

"Then, here?" He pushed aside the only room on the first floor that was more like a bedroom. There were old dark furniture in it, and there was even a still life painting on the wall.Mori Yuki smiled: "This is the room of my grandmother, Mrs. Vergent. I live next to the storage room, so I can take care of the kitchen."

Gojo Satoru immediately followed her guidance to find the narrow space that was more like a corner of refuge, let alone living in, it would be difficult for him to walk in even if he stood upright.There is only a wooden bed without the head of the bed here, and there are a few books on the side against the wall. The young man picked it up and flipped through two pages in the dim light. They were all language guide books.

Although there are suspicions of abuse no matter how you look at it, this is indeed the place with the highest temperature and the most stable structure in the whole house.Back then, the old Vergent tailor collected a lot of precious fabrics here. Later, Mrs. Vergent gradually sold out those properties, and the vacant warehouse was conveniently arranged as a nest for her granddaughter who was waiting for food.

"It's not safe to go upstairs, and there is no firewood in the storage room at the moment, follow me to the church next door to see Father Denard?"

To be honest, there is no point in revisiting this old place. If Gojo Satoru hadn't asked her repeatedly, she wouldn't have mentioned anything before the age of 11.Forget it, maybe it would make him feel more secure.

The young man standing beside the bed nodded, "Okay, is there a place to keep warm in the church? I'm almost freezing to the bone."

For a man who lives in a temperate maritime climate, a German winter is no more benevolent than a Russian winter.Gojo Satoru intentionally turned to the side, and while Mori Yuki was not paying attention, he rolled over on the simple wooden bed that was not suitable to support him anyway.The long-decayed wooden plank was hoarse, and it didn't last long before it turned into a pool of debris—this guy just looked handsome, and his long-term physical training had made his muscles extremely dense, and the resulting weight was not light at all.

"Karma?" The accident of lying on the ground without any warning made him get stuck, and the sight of the cat in trouble came over his face.

Mori Yuki: "..."

The standing person and the lying person looked at each other for a few seconds, she bent down and stretched out her hand: "Come on, I'll take you to warm yourself by the fire."

The silly look of tilting his head is so cute.

Gojo Satoru was really waiting to hold her hand, and got up from the ground without any effort from Mori Yuki: "It seems to have crushed some bugs?"

"I don't want to know your results, thank you." She walked ahead, carefully stepping past the place where Mrs. Vergent fell, the already blackened blood in the cracks in the floor fed many little lives.The girl forced herself not to pay attention to the distinctive stain and quickly walked out of the gate. The white-haired young man followed behind her, his gaze swept over the place she deliberately avoided.

Has there been a murder?A little bit of resentment remains, and it may completely dissipate in a few years.

The door of the church diagonally opposite Wilgent’s house was closed, and the angel statue on the porch was covered with moss. Mori Yuki walked up the steps and took out a spare key from the pocket where he didn’t know how many things were hidden: “Leave Kloster Street Father Sdenard gave me the key, ah, God bless this old man with a particularly wonderful experience."

The door opened, and the firewood crackled in the fireplace.An armchair was arranged closest to the fire, and an old man in a priest's black robe sat there with his head up. When he heard the sound, he stretched out his skinny palm covered with age spots: "Look who's back? My little pigeon , my little Alice."

"Father, I'll come back to see you."

Mori Yuki stepped forward, knelt on the side of the armchair on one knee, took Father Denard's hand and put his forehead on the back of his hand: "It's almost dawn."

"Yeah, it's almost dawn, and you also appeared. Witches always bring the mist and then take away the darkness."

He raised his head with difficulty, and slowly turned his body to look at the child who was rescued on a whim many years ago: "You have grown up, although many people say that, but I still have to sigh, you look so similar Big Alice back then."

After speaking, he also noticed the young man standing far away with one hand in his pocket: "Oh?"

Gojo Satoru waved his paws, but he didn't intend to come forward to talk at all.

It wasn't disrespect, it was just because he saw that the old man was a dying man, and he was afraid that the spell power that occasionally escaped from his body would directly send him to another world.

"Well, my child, you seem to have better luck in this area than your mother." The old man grinned, and his cloudy eyes turned to the girl kneeling next to him: "I would like to bless you, come on, go Get that Bible on the shelf, hurry up."

He couldn't refuse her, and Mori Yuki obediently got up and walked upstairs to the study room. After taking two steps, she turned her head and added another sentence: "Xiao Wu is only 16 years old, he is not from our world. Sometimes I don’t understand the rules and speak badly, please forgive me.”

"I've heard a lot of foul language in my life, why should you worry?"

Father Denard waved: "Don't make me say it a second time."

"Yes." She stopped making a sound, walked up the stairs and left the room quickly.

Then the old priest looked at the young man standing in the distance again: "You are very courageous, you dare to pursue my disciple."

"Grandpa, I think you'd better save your breath and drink some hot porridge, so as not to be a starving ghost." Gojo Satoru didn't like the tone of him lecturing himself, and he didn't intend to give the old guy any face.If it weren't for Mori Yuki's respect for him, he would probably suffer even more.

"Hehe, I've heard the sound of the gates of hell opening. When to go on an appointment with pleasure is a romance only for the elderly." The priest stroked the sphere decoration on the armchair, lowered his eyes and laughed dumbly: "Treat me well." My little Alice, that child has a heart like a diamond. Brilliant, tough, and ruthless when necessary, and I hope that ruthlessness won't be used on you in the future, lucky young man."

The tail sound became weaker and weaker, and there was complete silence when the sound of descending footsteps came from the stairs.

Just get the book, it won't take too long.Mori Yuki put the Bible on Father Denard's lap: "Do you need me to read it for you?"

He squinted at her, just like she squinted at others: "Do you have a priesthood? Besides, how can anyone recite this kind of eulogy to themselves?"

Flipping the pages of the book with dry fingers, until a certain page was covered by black dots, Father Denard cherished this special chapter: "Honey, this is the last reward I can give you."

"..."

After dawn, the door of the old church opened regularly as usual, and the medical staff who had already received the news went in to confirm the situation, and soon there were people in charge of restraint who came to take action.When Mori Yuki and Gojo Satoru returned to the church from the city hall after a busy day, the pits and brand new urns in the cemetery were all ready.

The old neighbors who were still here got the news and all changed into their best clothes to see off the priest who had devoted himself to religion for decades.Whatever he might have done abroad in his youth, at least in Kloster Street Father Denard had managed to sustain the last of human kindness.

Amidst the whispers, Mori Yuki stood at the front to assume the responsibility of the mourner.Seeing that the second tombstone was erected, she didn't ask the stonemason to write anything on it: "A full stop is enough, the priest doesn't care how people comment after him."

Father Denard died of old age, and the day finally came when Thénardier's mercenary regiment was truly disbanded.

The neighbors looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar young woman with puzzled eyes. A few of them with good memories opened their mouths several times to talk to her, but were too scared by the expensive clothes on her to lift their feet.Is that supposed to be little Alice Vergent?It seems that she is doing well after leaving this dilapidated old street.

After the ceremony was over, suspicious neighbors whispered in small groups and observed from various obscure angles.Mori Yuki didn't bother to care about them, and after filling out the documents, he made a gesture of seeing off the guests-the old priest died, and the diocese would arrange for the new priest to come here to take office, and she didn't need to take care of the future. Will not set foot in the second time.

"You, you are little Alice!" Finally, someone mustered up the courage to come forward to chat, and the woman tilted her head and smiled: "Your memory is really good."

"It's really you, where did you get rich?"

"Where is Miss Vergent?"

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The noisy voice suddenly became lively, Mori Yuki picked and answered several people, and gradually became impatient while talking.Soon an arm stretched out from the crowd to pull her out of the encirclement, and then the young man who appeared spoke unproficient German and said, "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

This place is not for her.

The girl immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Go and see Mrs. Wilgent, and then go home."

"Hey..." Hearing her say "go home", his ears turned red again: "Okay, okay, when I go back and clean up the house, the elderly should also retire completely."

They walked together to the tombstone of Wilgent's family and stopped for a while. The girl squatted down and cleaned the snow off the tombstone for the old lady, and took off the yellow rose that was decorated on her chest and placed it in front of the tombstone.

Anyway, she was not happy to hear her call "grandmother". After so many years, there is no need to deliberately anger her.

That night, two young people came out of the exit of Haneda Airport in Tokyo side by side. After running back and forth on the Eurasian continent within 36 hours, Mori Yuki's face turned pale: "Are you going back to school or to Kyoto? I still have something to solve here."

"Can't you rest?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her forehead: "It seems a little hot!"

"I can solve it for you. I said earlier that I don't mind being used by you."

"Huh? Of course I will rest, but I will not act in the open in a short period of time. I need to find a place to hide and show up when the time is right."

Dostoyevsky would not get news of her return to the island country so soon, the time lag was enough for Dazai to call out "General" in an attack.The two parties seem to have been arguing for a long time, but in fact she has only been away from the island country for two weeks, and the conflict has intensified in the past few days.It can only be said that the anger hidden in the dark has accumulated for too long, and any weak outlet can create a carnival.

Who said having power would necessarily bring happiness?Those with superpowers are precisely the ones being persecuted in this storm.

"Then I'll go back to school, you go with me, there is no safer place than the High School of Conjuration."

Anyway, the student dormitory is big enough and there are enough empty rooms, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to hide someone without magic power?

Yuki Mori, who originally planned to go to the Armed Detective Agency, hesitated for a moment, and decided to adopt this opinion—mainly because he didn’t want to get too involved with his ex in front of him, which seemed unfair. In short, you can’t be like a cheap dad!

In the past, she would definitely find a reason to coax him away perfunctorily, but now, with the double bondage of law and religion, Miss Mori unexpectedly abides by the law and abides by the contract.Gojo Gojo was overjoyed, and he pushed Mori Yuki and himself away with a snickering smile, and found an open place to teleport back to the school directly, ensuring that his whereabouts would never be revealed!

"Miss Honda?" Dostoyevsky showed a innocent and harmless smile when he came across the stepping stone again, and Ronso deliberately exposed the handwriting on the side of the document bag, smiled and took a step back and slightly bent over: "Mr. Braginsky, really skillful."

"Ah, it is indeed a bit of a coincidence. How is your father's situation?"

He glanced at the document bag calmly, and quickly looked away: "I'm going to find a tea restaurant to have some drinks, can I invite you to join me?"

"Thank you for asking. Father is all well." This invitation was exactly what he wanted, so the two found a western restaurant and sat opposite each other. Yes, it always makes people feel uneasy."

"Oh? Encounter something difficult? Tell me if you don't mind. Maybe you can feel better."

Dostoevsky understood that the other party probably wanted to use his hands to do something else... What's wrong?It only needs to pay a little interest, and the price offered by the devil has always been reasonable.

Yansuo lowered his eyelids: "Didn't you notice? Recently, those people with supernatural powers are hurting ordinary people wantonly, robbing, indiscriminate murder, violent attacks, blackmailing... It's terrible!"

She shrank her shoulders as if she was really frightened: "Why would they do that, they obviously have the power that others can only dream of."

"Power breeds desire, and unsatisfied desire breeds violence, miss."

The planner hidden behind the scenes showed sympathy: "Therefore, there shouldn't be people with supernatural powers in the world. If there is no such innate difference, there will be no inequality that will follow."

"Perhaps we can make everyone have power, so they are equal?" Lin Suo found that this person's ideals were completely contrary to his own, and couldn't help but want to debate with him.Dostoevsky raised the corner of his mouth: "Strength? Strength also exists in strengths and weaknesses. Some people are strong and some are weak. It brings countless troubles for no reason. Only when everything returns to the original is a new starting point."

"..."

"..."

After a strange silence, the clerk of the Ministry of Internal Affairs sighed softly: "In any case, I hope that those with supernatural powers who wantonly violate the law can be arrested and brought to justice as soon as possible."

"If you commit a crime, you must be punished. You will not be disappointed." The gentle and upright Russian said softly, "Believe in the power of the people."

Yan Suo: "..."

Why is this Maozi so weird? I can't figure out whether his nature is kind or cruel.But it doesn't matter, the information she wants to convey has been conveyed, and the file bag on the corner of the table will soon come into play - about the actions that some supernatural agents are planning to take in the near future, as well as the personal affairs of a certain PortMafia leader.The Ministry of the Interior kept her entry records from that year, and the files clearly stated that there were two mothers and daughters. The daughter is not in Yokohama right now, so what about the mother?

Mori Yuki is Gojo Satoru's weakness, who will be Mori Yuki's weakness, she is very interested, presumably this young man who came to the island country from Russia all the way is also interested.

She picked up the black tea and pretended to accidentally spill it on her clothes: "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

"You are free." Dostoevsky, who was sitting opposite her, made a gesture of invitation, and watched "Miss Honda" leave the table temporarily.

The scarred lady was anxious to use herself to do something about little Alice Vergent so she wouldn't give false information on the subject.So, do as she wishes.During this time, Miss Witch made a lot of noise in Russia, not only blasting the safe house he left near his father's farm, but also filling half of the cell with his idiot subordinates...

While he didn't mind those idiots spending the winter in jail, it seemed a bit unfair not to take revenge.