Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Mr. Saito! I'm here!"

Saito Masakasa followed the action team and rushed to the current location of the mimic in the intelligence, and saw the young conjurer with very changeable hair and eye colors standing on a high place and waving at him.

Infected by that happy smile, the man subconsciously relaxed the corners of his tightly pursed mouth, and was about to raise his hand before he reacted, and returned to the formulaic serious look in front of his colleagues.

Just the next second, the expression on Saito Masakasa's face showed a crack, and what he saw almost made his eyes go black.

This cannot be blamed on him, even the leader, Ango Sakaguchi, who had been a spy at a young age, blinked his eyes behind his glasses in disbelief when he saw the scene in front of him.

A huge colorful sand dune that almost submerged the entire small building stood in front of them. The gaudy color scheme and several large sand sculptures with unique aesthetics standing next to it were not the same as the painting style of the unfinished building here. .

And the boy who was waving enthusiastically at them was standing on the top of the big sand dune made of several colors of sand, enjoying himself as if he had returned to his happy hometown.

"How did you get here?"

In the end, after spending so many days with Glauglaman, Saito Masakasa still has some understanding of the behavior pattern of the little lion, and he has also heard some information about his spells. Did Man know about the mimic, so the man carefully asked the reason why the young conjurer came here.

"I found some information about Olin, so I followed the traces. I didn't notify you because I was afraid of losing time and losing clues. I have to trouble you to find it. It's really not good to cause trouble. I'm so sorry." Gradually landed lightly from the top of the sand dune, and the agility of cats was brought into full play by Grau Graman.

"However, thanks to Mr. Saito for finding such a remote place, could it be that..."

The orange-red haired boy held his chin and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Saito Masakata felt nervous, thinking that the Ability Affairs Department had discovered the tracking device on the little lion, but then he heard the boy say: "Is it because I get along well with Mr. Saito? But it is true. , when I first met Mr. Saito on the platform, I felt that Mr. Saito is a very reliable and kind person!"

Inexplicably, he was issued a good person card and was praised a lot. Although he didn't know that being a good person has a mysterious relationship with co-productions, but since the tracker was not found, Saito just accepted the compliment with a wooden face. No one knows why he Thinking about it made Ango Sakaguchi look at him and Graugramman more.

"In short..." Ango Sakaguchi rubbed the center of his brows, and was about to give orders to his subordinates behind him, but a familiar stomach pain suddenly appeared on his body.

He glanced around for a week, but he didn't find anyone who caused his stomach ache every day. He let out a sigh of relief but was brought up again. He was a little too surprised to see the giant sand dunes just now, and even made him ignore the irrationality that none of the mimic members showed up. , and the intelligence service has no reports that the mimic members have left here.

What also didn't appear was his friend Oda Sakunosuke who was supposed to come to mimic for revenge in his plan, which made his heart sink again, and added a little bit of concealment to the possibility of Oda Sakunosuke's survival expect.

It is impossible for members of Mimic to disappear out of thin air. Let go of selfishness, Ango Sakaguchi said cautiously with doubts: "Have you ever seen a group of people wearing cloaks and holding guns?"

"I have seen!"

The boy on the opposite side answered quickly. Seeing that there were still clues, Ango Sakaguchi continued to ask, "Did you see where they went?"

"Here!" The red-haired boy in the curse high school uniform rushed up the sand dune in a few strokes, his movements were crisper than when he came down, and after a few paws in the sand, a person was dug out.

With the iconic white hair and travel-stained attire, Ango Sakaguchi recognized at a glance that this was André Gide, a man with supernatural powers from France whom he had seen when he was a spy.

It’s just that the white-haired man is lying peacefully in the sand, motionless, unlike the one in the snapshot who is always vigilant, as if his nerves are stretched to the extreme. At this time, Gide is unbelievably relaxed. His muscles are relaxed to that extent. With his unguarded posture, if he didn't see the rising and falling of the man's chest, Ango Sakaguchi would have suspected that he was dead.

"By the way, sir, you are government officials. That would be great. I heard Mr. Wujo say that guns need to be approved before they can be used. I saw these guys who are illegally holding guns and talking about killing people. , I didn’t hold back and acted bravely.”

Seeing Ango Sakaguchi led his subordinates to put handcuffs on the members of the mimic one by one after Graugramman took back the magic sand, and escorted them, the little lion watched with great interest, it was so novel, and he was too excited to harass Follow the work of Ango Sakaguchi.

"Speaking of which, when I called the police before, the operator on the opposite side didn't believe it at all. I had clearly explained it, but thanks to you guys, I could have arrived, otherwise I had no choice but to move them to the police station."

This is really too cute and full of positive energy. Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help touching the lion's head twice. In his heart, he didn't know anything about the magician who came to Tokyo from Tokyo, and he believed it for three times. Besides, Mimic also had the satisfaction of collecting Orin, and it is understandable that he was found by the conjurer, but he probably needed to write a few more reports when he went back.

He was thinking about Oda Sakunosuke, and he didn't have time to regret his dying hair. After the sand disappeared, Meiyu found the figure of Oda Sakunosuke, which rekindled his hope, and hurriedly asked: "Did you see a red-haired man?" man?"

"Hey, I've never seen a red-haired one." The little lion scratched his hair, thought for a while, and replied.

"I see. Thank you for what you did today. It is an excellent act to act bravely."

After getting a negative answer from Graugramman, Ango Sakaguchi just replied so simply, it is difficult for people to see his true thoughts in his working state.

It was already dusk when Osamu Dazai hurriedly arrived at mimic's stronghold.

After Ango Sakaguchi carried out a series of finishing work on the abandoned unfinished building, the building was already empty.

There was no blood on the scene, not even the slightest trace of a fight, which reassured Dazai a little, but Oda Sakunosuke's phone was still disconnected. He recalled the conversation between Mori Ogai and him, gritted his teeth, and sullenly asked a friend to rent again. House rush.

"Odasaku!"

The door was quickly knocked open, and Osamu Dazai shouted anxiously. When he saw that the lights of Oda Sakunosuke's house were still on, his heart was half relieved, but it was not Oda Sakunosuke who opened the door, but a man with white hair. Long-haired boy.

He recognized that it was the oldest child adopted by Sakunosuke Oda, who seemed to be Fuhu. Dazai Osamu did not distract the white-haired boy, he was only worried about the safety of his friends.

"Where is Oda Tsukuru?" He almost asked sharply, making the white-haired boy in front of him look a bit at a loss.

And Oda Sakunosuke's voice sounded before Fuhu answered. The man held the package of udon noodles in his hand and asked from the kitchen, "Dazai, are you looking for me?"

"Odasaku," Dazai Osamu stood at the door, looked at his friend who was still alive and kicking, his expression finally calmed down, he opened his mouth, and finally just said, "It's great that you're fine."

"I received information that mimic seems to have come to trouble you, can Odasaku tell me what happened later?" Sitting down at the dining table, Osamu Dazai relaxed on the back of the chair, and Oda Sakunosuke chatted and joked, "Also, I didn't expect Oda Saku to be in the mood to come back here to cook."

"Some things did happen, but they were all solved by Fu Hu and his companions." The red-haired man looked back at the children who were fighting as usual, and smiled with some relief, "No way, After all, Xingsuke and the others are hungry, even if they want to escape, it is impossible to leave now with five such young children."

"Fuhu?"

"I am a member of the story club, Mr. Dazai should know this," the boy with smooth white hair put a cup of hot milk in front of Dazai Osamu, and took his words, "I lost some memories because of an accident , thanks to Mr. Oda's willingness to take care of him."

"You recovered your memory during the mimic attack?" Osamu Dazai grasped the point.

The black-haired young man held the cup wall, and the temperature of the hot milk came through the glass, which gave him a familiar feeling. Another figure who would always urge him to drink milk suddenly broke into his mind inappropriately, making Dazai Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, making his aura even more gloomy.

"Yes."

Fu Hu just replied briefly, without any intention of discussing it in detail. Osamu Dazai did not ask further questions, and his primary purpose for tonight was not this. There is no need to use the current time for the investigation of the story club.

"I have an idea, Odasaku, do you want to come with me?"

Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu talked for a long time before ending. When the black-haired young man left, his expression had become serious and indifferent, and his aura around him was terrifying.

Before leaving, it was Fu Hu who was responsible for sending Dazai Zhi out of the house.

When Fu Hu was about to close the door, the door was blocked by a hand, and the rare young man not wearing a black coat looked darkly at the white-haired boy.

Glancing at Sakunosuke Oda, who was still busy in the kitchen, Dazai Osamu's eyes loosened a little, but soon became cold again when he looked at Fuhu. He refused the invitation to stay for dinner. He still has a lot tonight There are things to do, but this boy who is still by Odasaku's side, who claims to be a member of the story club, makes him have to care.

"Do you know Chiron?" A seemingly unintentional question disappeared in the gradually thickening night.