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It was already late at night when the two left the Shantao Club's extermination scene.

Passing by the convenience store, Xiao Ba's stomach let out a "goo" in a very timely manner.

hungry.

want to eat.

However, eating late at night will make you fat... Although she is not the kind of personality who is very concerned about her weight, if she gains weight, the cat will not be as flexible as it is now, and she will have some doubts about what she will do next. Very big impact!

Especially in the future, it is very possible to confront Mr. Dazai. In this case, even a slight flaw will be caught by Mr. Dazai firmly. opposite, but...

Why did she come back to the era when Dazai-san was still the cadre of Mafia at the port four years ago...

"Let's buy something to eat. We need to sort out the information when we go back at night." Said Fugu Rei who walked into the convenience store very casually.

Xiaoba who walked in and was wondering whether to eat or not: "..."

"What kind of bento do you want?" Jiang Gu Ling picked up a bento in front of the freezer to check the label on it, and asked, "There are cheese pork chop rice, chicken rice bento, mackerel pressed sushi, beef minced meat bento... "

"...Please give me the cheese pork chop rice, thank you." Xiao Ba gave up on himself.

In order to prevent Furutani Rei and her from being photographed by the surveillance camera arranged by Mr. Dazai, she just spent a lot of effort.

Brain cells are consumed a lot!

Time to refuel!

If you really grow fleshy... let's go for a midnight parkour...

Jiang Gu Lingwen put down the mackerel sushi in his hand, and picked up another cheese pork cutlet rice: Although I really want to say that this kind of calorie is a bit high, it is not suitable for girls to eat in the middle of the night, but, think about what she just had Consumption along the way...

Well, it is indeed a necessary calorie supplement.

"There's cheese in the pork chops. It tastes better when it's warmed up. Let's warm it up in the microwave when you get home." Jiang Gu Ling put the coffee and bento box that he bought and paid for in a bag, and was about to greet Nana, but found the latter Suddenly stood still, "...what's wrong?"

He curiously looked in the direction Nana was looking at: it was the baked bread section of the convenience store, under the warm lamp to keep the temperature, there were a few unsold blueberry egg tarts left.

"I want this!" Xiao Ba said in a firm voice.

Jiang Gu Ling hesitated to say: In the middle of the night, there is cheese pork chop rice and blueberry egg tart. Is your weight really okay?

His thoughts were clearly expressed in his eyes, and Xiao Ba replied firmly: "It's okay! I have a hunch that I will consume a lot of brain cells next, and it is the time when I need sugar!"

Jiang Guling: "..."

Jiang Gu Ling: "Please help me wrap those blueberry egg tarts together, thank you."

After returning to the residence, Jiang Gu Ling unpacked the cheese pork chop rice in his hand and stuffed the box into the microwave oven. After setting a time, he went to make coffee by himself: They found a lot of information at the headquarters of the Shantao Club, wait a minute After eating, you have to continue to analyze these contents.

The microwave oven heats things up very quickly, but the coffee machine is still humming over there, and there is already a ding sound here.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Gu Ling was pouring water into the kettle, unable to separate his hand, Xiao Ba, who was already feeling a little dizzy from hunger, opened the door of the microwave oven, and was about to take out the rice with his hand: "... Hot hot hot!"

The confusion just now was all scalded away, Xiao Ba almost jumped up, and before he could blow two blows on the wound, Jiang Gu Ling grabbed his hand and pressed it under the faucet to wash his newly scalded finger with running water.

"... How old are you!" Jiang Gu Ling couldn't complain, how could someone so old that he could burn himself with a microwave oven!

And seeing that she usually does things so reliably, her reasoning and analysis are as clear as seeing what 1+1 equals, she has a top-notch mind, how can she be so easy to bump into in life?

"Is there any connection between how old I am and how I accidentally burn myself!" The girl who was grabbed and put under running water to wash the wound was still talking hard, but the hard talking made sense: no matter how proficient a chef is, there will be accidents When you cut yourself!

So is it a problem for her to heat up a meal and burn herself?

No!

Hearing the movement, Zhu Fu Jingguang almost wanted to sigh. He took out the cheese and pork chop rice from the microwave oven and put it on the dining table. Take an egg out of it.

After rushing over there for a while, Jiang Guling confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, Zhu Fu Jingguang wiped the egg white on the burnt area, and then the treatment was finished.

Holding her hand that only burned her fingers, the girl with tea crystal eyes looked confused: It was just a small burn, why did it look like a big wound...

Why didn't she know that Mr. Amuro was such a male mother?

——Oh, I remembered, I was blacklisted by Mr. Amuro not long after we met.

That's fine.

Xiao Ba calmly picked up his chopsticks and began to eat supper.

Jiang Gu Ling drank his own cup of coffee, and noticed Nana's subtle exhalation movements when eating: Cong Jing took the food out of the microwave and she began to eat. It took a while because of her burns. Kung fu, theoretically speaking, the cheese pork chop rice should not be very hot now (even the cheese part), but when she ate it, it seemed a little hot...

Is this guy a cat tongue!

"How is it, is there anything to gain?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang asked after Xiaoba finished eating and the three of them cleared away the supper they had just eaten to clear up space on the table.

"Basically, it can be confirmed that it was framed, but it is a bit difficult to continue to find out who is behind the scenes." Jiang Guling briefly talked about their findings at the scene, "The main reason is that the next port Mafia will definitely If there is action, the mimic that Nana is chasing should also be smuggled into Japan at the same time, so we can only put this line aside for the time being."

The primary goal now is to master the actions of the mimic and the port Mafia: the former is to confirm that the external forces are within the scope of his control, and the latter is to avoid exposing his identity on the port Mafia.

Whether it is the identity of the police or the identity of the black organization.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded, and discussed with Jiang Gu Ling softly about the next actions of the organization and the respective identities of the two parties: the two who have been active overseas all this time did not come back to Japan to send Nana back, more It was an action order from the black organization.

Unlike Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has already been suspected, Jiang Gu Ling's lurking in the organization went smoothly. Considering the situation to be faced next, the worst plan is to expose Zhu Fu Jingguang's identity as an undercover police officer and keep him safe. Fall to zero.

If the situation is really bad, it is necessary to use Zhu Fu Jingguang's exposure to help Jiang Guling go further.

But the problem is that this action is not just the two of them.

There is also the number one super-class sniper named "Rye Whiskey" in the organization, Zhu Xingda.

Judging from Zero's intelligence collection on this person, it's not so easy to fool him...Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned and thought about his next move.

They need support.

At least foreign aid is needed.

However, as members of the undercover organization, they can get very little help. If they need to fight Zhu Xingda now...

"Cough cough!"

Another person present cleared his throat to indicate his presence.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "?"

It seems that he didn't realize it. Why was he so slow four years ago... Xiao Ba had no choice but to say: "Since you are a police officer, isn't it normal to have an assistant?"

Xiaoba reminded him of what happened when he was doing his identity.

Her current identity is an assistant to the police.

Zhu Fu Jingguang finally came to his senses: "...you?" He frowned quickly, "but you don't need to be involved in..."

"The identity of my assistant at the time was not only because of the port Mafia, but also because of you and his identity in the organization-at least in this way, you can let me do things when you encounter trouble, instead of taking the risk of letting me He's here to help you." Xiao Ba raised his chin and gestured to Jiang Gu Ling, "It's better to lose one than to lose two. By the way, have you finished the identity information of my assistant?"

"Still doing it, do you have any special requirements?" Jiang Guling asked.

Xiao Ba nodded his chin thoughtfully: "A little bit..."

"Master Dazai, we discovered that someone went to the headquarters of the Shantao Society."

There were very obvious beads of sweat on the subordinate's forehead, which gathered into a small river along the skin and flowed down all the way into his eyes, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

While he was reporting, there was a very obvious sound effect of the game coming from the front - the teenager who was sitting cross-legged on the stone pier and focused on playing the racing game made a sound of "hmm" that meant he heard it, but didn't respond much.

This is waiting for him to continue talking.

"There were two people in total, one male and one female. The male had a darker complexion and was taller, while the female looked a little short. They checked the scene for about seven or eight minutes before leaving..."

"What does it look like?" Osamu Dazai controlled the car to cross the finish line but failed to break his previous record. Instead of restarting the round, he casually put the handheld device by his side and looked at the reporting subordinate.

There was more sweat on the subordinate's face.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Surveillance video and audio."

Immediately, someone put the photos taken by the surveillance camera and the MP3 with the earphones plugged in and the audio files stored in Dazai Osamu's hand.

——Now is the era before the explosive growth of technological level, and there are no devices such as tablets or smartphones that can directly and conveniently play videos.

Osamu Dazai plugged the earphones into the earholes, and there was a rustling sound in his ears, and there was a soft but still audible footstep.

A person's footsteps?

What about the other person?

His eyes fell on the stack of photos in his hand: the people in the Mafia intelligence team at the port are still of a certain level, and carefully selected the pictures that can see the most details and information, but...

Osamu Dazai turned over slowly, and a man's voice came from the earphone: "...This is a photo taken by the police when they were collecting evidence at the scene..."

Can get photos of the police, military and police, or...

His eyes fell on the young man in the photo. The camera didn't capture his appearance, but he could only see that his skin was slightly darker, and the hair falling from the edge of the hood was golden.

foreigner?

If the young man still had some cameras to capture his general figure and other information, the other person who was walking with him hardly had any cameras that could capture her appearance.

The hair color is unknown, the height is unknown (I can only know that it is a bit short from the fact that it can be concealed by the young man), and the appearance is unknown...

If it weren't for the female voice clearly coming out of the earphones, Osamu Dazai would even wonder if the young man in this picture used a fake hand to confuse the audience: in the only picture that was captured, there was only a part of the girl. hand.

It is slender and slender, and no specific features can be seen when wearing gloves, but there are two small protrusions at the base of the index finger—judging from the position and shape, it is reasonable to suspect that there is a ring with a special shape.

An engagement ring or a wedding ring that is usually worn on the index finger is unlikely...a flower ring?

Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly.

For some reason, he thought of the girl who caught a glimpse in the amusement park.

In my impression, the girl was wearing a simple, elegant, stylish and versatile double-layer stacked ring on her right index finger.

...Could it be her?