Boss, do you have a card?

Before completely fainting, Ango Sakaguchi imagined two consequences for himself.

die, or become a prisoner.

The possibility of the latter is far greater than the former, otherwise the other party can simply deal with him as soon as they meet each other, there is no need to play in the building for so long.

And this is the worst case scenario.

What Ango Sakaguchi didn't even expect was that Yukino would get together with Fyodor, an international terrorist. No wonder the intelligence department would be at a disadvantage in terms of network information. Fyodor himself is a very skilled hacker.

The degree of danger of the cooperation between the two is comparable to that of the former "Double Blacks"... No, they are more dangerous than Double Blacks without a moral bottom line.

It is impossible to say not to be nervous.

Ango Sakaguchi forcibly stabilized his rapid heartbeat due to nervousness. He moved his body and tried to sit up straight from a flat lying position, but his hands and feet were numb and felt, but it was difficult to control. Similarly, his throat was temporarily numb. No sound - these are the sequelae of staying in the low temperature environment for too long.

Shelley watched him work hard with relish, and said words without empathy: "What to do, Fedya, his head seems to be broken."

"You should be gentle when you start, Sakaguchi-kun's brain is very precious." Fyodor took a sip of hot water from the cup, and his eyes fell on the chessboard to signal, "Do you want to continue playing?"

"Stop playing, it's meaningless to play with you."

"I can teach you next time."

"Even if there is a next time, it will be with Sigma."

"It seems that your relationship has become better."

"Don't worry, Fei Jia, you still have the advantage in terms of fun."

"Really, then I'm relieved."

After saying this, Fyodor paused, and looked back with Shelley's meaningful expression, "There is no way, if the object is Shelley, it is easy for people to worry that they will be abandoned."

Shelley raised her eyebrows: "Are you saying I'm half-hearted?"

Fyodor's voice was more gentle: "No, it means that I value you very much."

Listening to their phony Sigma across the room: "…"

Thank you, you two can do whatever you want, and don't cue innocent people anymore.

The same innocent people, Ango Sakaguchi: "..."

He knew very well that his innocent self would be cue sooner or later.

Sure enough, after the two pushed and pulled back and forth a few words, the topic officially fell on Ango Sakaguchi.

"Okay, with the physical fitness of human beings, it should be almost recovered to the present, then—"

Shelley smiled and clapped his hands.

In the next second, the two little snowmen who received the master's call quickly sprinted across half of the room. Two snow-white arcs crossed across everyone's field of vision. They first flew to the coffee table and took a black object. There was a nearly dead-end scramble in mid-air. Finally, they braked urgently above Ango Sakaguchi, and scattered small snowdrops fell from mid-air due to the braking action.

The little snowman with a bow tie won the final victory, excitedly holding the remote control and aiming at Ango Sakaguchi.

"Drip" sound.

The backrest of the massage table is raised.

Ango Sakaguchi's upper body also rose.

Ango Sakaguchi, who thought it was the remote control of the bomb, was beating wildly: "..."

Once again, the blue-haired ghost had arrived in front of him with bright eyes.

"Not bad, this is my newly bought massage table." The tone of the second half of the sentence was filled with complaints, "Fei Jia always stays up all day, I am really worried that if he dies suddenly, listen to the boss. It is said that this bed is very effective in treating insomnia, what do you think?"

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

To be honest, if Fyodor can die suddenly, it will be a blessing for the whole world.

Although Shelley's unexpected opening remarks caused Ango Sakaguchi to lose track of the rhythm for a while, he still quickly sorted out the thoughts of the next negotiation.

Just now Fyodor said that his brain is very precious, so they must want to get information from him... But what kind of information must be obtained from him?

——Seize the opportunity that allows you to take the initiative, and delay time.

Dazai's calls will not be in vain.

Sakaguchi Ango closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes became firm.

"You are the Snow Maiden."

His voice is dry and hoarse now, which is not pleasant.

"Snow Girl...?" Shelley tilted her head curiously, "That's what you call me."

She popularized science generously: "It's a little inaccurate. Although I do have the bloodline of 'Xue Ling', it's not pure... But, for the name's nice name, please forgive me."

Xuenv's bloodline is not pure.

Sakaguchi Ango silently recorded this information in his heart.

After a while, he spoke again: "Do you want to..."

was interrupted.

With cold fingers pressed against Ango Sakaguchi's lips, Shelley bent his eyes: "It's Fei Jia's job to get information from your head. The reason why I'm here waiting for you to wake up is just to confirm one thing."

From this angle, the faint blue demon pattern in front of the opponent's eyes is extremely conspicuous.

Then the finger turned aside with his cheek.

Two little snowmen are holding a picture hanging in front of his eyes.

It was a black and white photo taken with an old-fashioned camera.

Lupine Bar, Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai Osamu, and him.

The moment he saw it, Ango Sakaguchi's pupils changed uncontrollably.

How come here? !

He clearly—

With the correct response, Shelley satisfactorily picked up the new glasses on the bedside table and helped Ango Sakaguchi put them on, and helped him push the bridge of his nose.

"You really know Oda-kun, and it seems that you have a good relationship, which is really great."

Ango Sakaguchi suppressed the floating emotions: "It's just a common understanding."

"Since it doesn't matter, then don't hide it so well next time, it will be bad if it is mistaken for something important."

After saying this, Shelley rolled her eyes and smiled. She reached out and took away the photo that the snowman was hugging, and turned around leisurely: "I like this photo very much, let's put it here for now."

Walking to the door, as if thinking of something, Shelley looked back at Fyodor with a hint of warning in his tone: "Feyya, it doesn't matter, but don't kill him, he is my trophy."

Fyodor looked at her helplessly: "So worried...Have I ever opposed you?"

It was a tone of compromise that was almost conniving.

So the blue-haired demon silently rolled his eyes.

It wasn't until Shelley left that Fyodor restrained the emotion in his eyes, and his expression became much lighter.

He walked towards Ango Sakaguchi.

As the opponent approached, Ango Sakaguchi's nerves couldn't help tensing up, and his whole body entered the highest alert state. The stress response was completely different from that in front of Shelley just now.

Xue Nu's danger is a deterrent in ability, not that she is not mentally weak, but that she puts her hobby of seeing human emotions change on the bright side, so it will not bring too much pressure to people. Fear was not what she wanted to see.

But Fyodor is different. This man is good at striking targets from the spiritual level, and can quietly get the information he wants from daily communication.

I don't know what Yukino is going to do with Odasaku.

but……

Sakaguchi Ango smiled wryly in his heart.

With his current situation, he is not qualified to worry about others anymore.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at Fyodor, took a deep breath, and pretended to give up.

"Since you've got me under control, why don't you tell me about your purpose?"

Fyodor smiled sincerely at him without pretending: "Sorry, Sakaguchi-san, before chatting with you, I think information exchange is more important. After all, Shelley is always urging me to make progress. If I drag it on, she might I'm going to lose my temper again.

This statement sounds contradictory at first glance.

Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback.

Then he knew what the so-called "intelligence exchange" meant.

The youth called Sigma grabbed his wrist.

Fyodor spoke in a guiding tone: "Let's start with the most important thing first, Sakaguchi-kun, what is the special ability of Chief Farmer?"

The information stuffed into his mind made Ango Sakaguchi's eyes widen suddenly.

Have you ever seen Yokohama at three in the morning?

Not only has she seen the White House September Ghost Race, she also saw the sunrise in Yokohama for a week, the whole process:)

Help.

Really life-saving.

When choosing a vest, she thought naively.

Don’t eat, just need (moon) photosynthesis; don’t sleep, just need (moon) photosynthesis; don’t gather together, just love to stand on the roof (moon) photosynthesis——wait, these are not problems.

She has even acted as a four-legged cat (Lulu), and even an autistic baby (Yali). It is so difficult to play a beautiful, cold, and powerful ghost princess!

But, it turns out.

People, even if they can skip eating, sleeping, and gathering together, they really can’t skip eating, sleeping, and gathering together all the time.

Do you know how sharp Sister Ming's sense of smell, hearing and vision are?Do you know how lively the city center is?Do you know how beautiful the neon lights in Yokohama are at night?Do you know how delicious the food is in those restaurants!

In the evening, Landmark Tower, the tallest building in Yokohama.

surface.

The tall and straight black-haired ghost stood on the outermost side of the guardrail, looking indifferently at the crowds below.

inner.

White House September: She really is!I really want to!go to the store!eat! QQ

It's been a week!Appetite tempts her to jump back and forth on the edge of OOC every night :)

The White House burst into tears in September. She never expected that she, who claims to be a professional, would encounter an unprecedented challenge in this kind of place.

Thinking about it carefully... Of the few vests she had before, which one would eat less and drink less?Even the self on [Shelley] wants to eat whatever he wants.

Only her!Only her! !Not even a drink!

The cold wind in the high-rise is bleak, just like the heart of the White House in September.

She understood that this was a more terrifying trial than losing weight.

The sound of someone climbing the stairs pierced through my ears, and I turned my head to look sideways.

"Ah, I'm exhausted—Miss Ming, you really like this kind of high place."

The black-haired young man in a long windbreaker panted heavily, and finally sat on the ground against the wall, with one hand on his bent leg, as if he couldn't move a step, and then complained in a very JK tone, "And I know I'm working hard to climb the stairs, but you don't help me at all, miss, I'm super sad!"

The White House was indifferent in September, and her current thinking mode has fallen into a period of world-weariness caused by "weight loss".

Be sad if you are sad, you just put in a lot of mental and physical effort, and what she lost was delicious food!

"What's the matter." She said in a declarative tone indifferently.

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Dazai Osamu said with a light smile, "Miss Ming is too strict."

While speaking, the hazy drizzle slowly drifted away from the clouds, bringing a fresh and moist natural breath to the air.

Ming didn't reply, turned around, and looked outside again.

"It's raining."

Osamu Dazai looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, covering it in front of his eyes, and wetness fell on the back of his hand.

The two did not speak next.

The rain gradually became heavier.

Ming glanced to the side, and Dazai Osamu squeezed out of the guardrail at some point, in a sitting posture, with his legs swinging outside without support.

She looked back.

The dense rain curtain in front of him interrupted the connection.

Osamu Dazai was startled, and tilted his head to look to the side.

The dark-haired female stares intently.

Osamu Dazai stretched his hand forward, and an invisible force blocked the rain.

——Miss Ming, you are surprisingly gentle.

However, before he could say the ridicule he wanted to say, the other party withdrew his power as if expected.

The next moment, the pouring rain poured down, and the unsuspecting young man instantly became a drowned rat on a tall building.

Ming easily walked back over the guardrail.

Osamu Dazai, who was still in a daze, blinked: "Are you going back?"

The dark-haired woman walked straight forward, walking through the rain without hindrance.

Osamu Dazai asked again: "Does Miss Ming drink alcohol?"

The black-haired woman paused and turned her head.

Osamu Dazai also stepped over the guardrail and returned to the safe roof. He stood in the rain and smiled and invited: "Do you want to try the fine wine in the human world? I know a very good shop."

deep:"……"

Ming: "Lead the way."