Bandage fine tricks

The pier is still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and the lights above the containers are lit up all the way, illuminating the ground clearly.

But there are too many cabinets gathered at the pier, and where there is light, there will naturally be shadows.

The girl with black hair and tea eyes pressed her body against the container behind her, and through the inconspicuous water stains on the metal box at the front right corner—it just rained this afternoon—observed the picture in the dead corner of her vision at the rear right:

A group of black suits each held firearms and aimed their guns at the periphery in a protective posture, but because there was no target for the time being, this guard seemed a bit confused.

Surrounded by them and placed in the middle for protection, was a tall boy in a long black windbreaker, with many bandages on his body, as if he had suffered serious injuries.

This sounds like a protected target, but if you see it with your own eyes, you will understand that he is the leader of these people.

Dazai will come here... Nana frowned slightly. According to the information database of Port Mafia, Port Mafia did not realize the abnormality, so why... ah.

While biting the plum sugar in his mouth, Nana figured it out.

It turned out to be the case.

Was it inferred from the information she retrieved that she would come here tonight?

Glancing at the inconspicuous picture revealed by the water stains, Nana quietly retreated into the darkness when she noticed the slight movement of the boy's head.

A few seconds later, a man in a black suit rushed into the corner holding a gun, but did not see any trace: "Report to Mr. Dazai, there is no one behind!"

The boy in a long coat and windbreaker came over and stopped where Nana was originally standing: "...you can't even smell the obvious smell of lemon and candy. Is your nose just for display?"

The black suit lowered his head, not daring to answer. He inhaled hard in private, but he didn't smell the candy and lemon smell that his boss mentioned at all... Eh, no, there is a bit of lemon smell, but it's from From the boss...

Whether Dazai-sama mistook his own smell for someone else's smell - this kind of doubt is impossible to say.

Especially when facing the cadre who looks like a black ghost.

Osamu Dazai made a gesture, and the black suits who had gathered together dispersed immediately, as if they had chosen their own routes in advance, and scattered to search for the situation—the smell of lemon and sweet and sour candies left in the air soon It just broke up, which means that the other party was still standing here not long ago.

Theoretically speaking, it is still possible to search for the other party's whereabouts if they disperse now.

But Osamu Dazai does not hold out much hope for this.

He just accidentally caught a glimpse of the water on the container here, and felt that there was a certain possibility that someone would use its reflection to observe him, so he sent someone over to check it out. If there is really someone here who is planning to escape after seeing his subordinates moving, he should have been exposed to his net by now.

But the other party didn't.

This showed that the other party had already left before he gave the order to encircle the road blockage—the only thing that might have aroused the other party's alertness was probably his slight tilt of his head at that time.

Just such a movement can make her decide to evacuate... She is so vigilant to an excessive degree, but she can't see the nervousness that may be caused by it in her daily dealings with people, which shows...

She didn't have such an overly "sensitive" reaction to all surrounding environments, but only to him, Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, his expressionless face seemed somewhat angry for some reason.

...Is it the experience I learned from that person again?

He suppressed his changing emotions under a cold expression, left the spot, and was about to contact his subordinates to see if they had found any clues, when he suddenly felt the changes around him!

It's an indescribable feeling, like...

Something, descended, covered the original existence.

Osamu Dazai raised his head suddenly, and quickly looked around: just now, there were all kinds of tall containers around him, and the high-wattage lighting above his head illuminated the scene like daytime, and at the same time cast the shadow of the containers, but now... …

The light disappeared, and he was surrounded by overlapping rectangular wooden boxes about two meters long and half a meter high—this seemed to be a warehouse.

Osamu Dazai confirmed this from the rooftops and surroundings he saw from looking up.

Then, his eyes fell on those wooden boxes.

The boy stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden box: the weight can be judged from the strength of the feedback, and then the approximate density of the things stored in it can be calculated based on the volume of the wooden box, and then the things that may be hidden inside can be judged based on this.

He saw some hay from the edge of the not-so-sturdy wooden box, but the feedback from his hands did not match the weight of the hay at all—if he guessed correctly, there might be guns hidden inside. .

Osamu Dazai looked around and saw that all wooden boxes were of the same standard, if they were all guns...

How could someone use illusions to cover up the fact that a smuggled arsenal was built under the nose of Mafia at the port?

—Combined with his supernatural ability [Disqualification in the World], such a fact can be easily deduced, but Osamu Dazai immediately denied this speculation.

No, not right.

Now technology is advancing with the times, the packaging used for smuggling arms has been replaced by a special weapon box made of safer special plastic, and the inside is lined with special sponge - wooden boxes and hay are used to store firearms , which is more like how it was done decades ago...

Ten years ago, during the third supernatural war, in order to save steel and other resources for more important purposes, the weapon boxes loaded with guns and ammunition were relatively economical and cheap wooden boxes, and the inner pads The lining is also the hay that can be seen everywhere.

Could it be... Osamu Dazai was contemplating, when he suddenly heard something: There were a lot of steady but not chaotic footsteps coming towards the warehouse, and then the sound of the door lock being opened.

Someone is coming in.

There is no second entrance and exit in this warehouse, Osamu Dazai just wanted to move, suddenly a hand was stretched out from the darkness behind him and covered his mouth precisely, at the same time his waist tightened, and he was dragged into the darkness.

He struggled subconsciously, and after smelling the fresh scent of lemon and candy, he struggled even harder—the girl who originally wanted to save her turned black and pulled her back.

The group of people who entered the warehouse walked towards this side quickly, the lights in the warehouse were turned on, and those people even held flashlights in their hands, looking carefully for something here.

"What's wrong Kishida?"

someone asked aloud.

"I just sensed someone here." The man who was searching carefully with a flashlight replied in a voice without the slightest doubt.

He seemed to be quite famous among the crowd. Hearing this, the others naturally dispersed, leaving some to block the warehouse door. At the same time, others also turned on the flashlights and started searching.

The light from the flashlight shone in through the gaps in the wooden box and hit the tea crystal eyes. In the darkness, only those eyes were amazingly bright.

Nana subconsciously held her breath, and carefully observed the situation outside through the gap, but her heart was in her throat, and the other person she dragged into the wooden box and hid together didn't want to cooperate—the person on her body twisted As if she wanted to do something, she was so startled that she pressed her hand on the opponent's back a little harder, and couldn't help regretting why she saved time and stayed under the box when she just hid in the box.

If she was the person above at this moment, she would have crushed Osamu Dazai, who looked like ADHD, to death!

The person on her body stopped moving, and the people who were searching nearby also walked away a few steps, which made Nana quietly heave a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, she felt the wind blowing in her ears, and there was a very soft breath: "...you still didn't take my warning to heart."

What do you mean?

Nana didn't make a sound, but Osamu Dazai clearly saw the doubt on her face.

This made the strange emotion in his heart swell again - she didn't realize at all how ambiguous the scene of being pressed under him in this small wooden box was.

Of course she wouldn't realize it.

She thought she was saving someone she knew and respected very well, didn't she?

but……

Nana didn't hear a reply, but she felt the flow of the wind.

Before she could dodge, something pressed down.

The lips were bitten hard, and something soft and slippery slipped in between the teeth——

The girl's eyes widened, her hand was caught and she couldn't push her away, and she couldn't even make a bigger resistance - because there were still people outside!

Anger brought a blush to her face, and after the initial shock, she made the only small resistance she could make under such a restrained situation.

She bit down hard.

The boy snorted, and a stream of blood overflowed from the lips that touched, but he didn't intend to let go at all. Instead, he grabbed the girl and tried to push his hand away, and kissed him deeper.

"Strange, did he run away?"

"Spatial abilities?"

"Isn't it? How can such a precious spatial ability user value such a small warehouse, and there are not many valuable things in it."

For them, the ammunition in this warehouse is not very valuable.

After all, it is too backward.

"Maybe I'm too sensitive..." The young man who felt strange at first relaxed his brows, "Okay, let's go after the inspection, the boss is still waiting for us to go back."

After these people inspected the warehouse, they turned off the lights and closed the doors.

There was the sound of the door being locked, and a few seconds later, there was a crisp snap, and the sound of the wooden box opening accompanied by the sound of a human body being bumped against the wooden box.

The black-haired girl wiped her lips vigorously, and when she felt the tingling, her face showed more obvious anger.

On the other side of her, after confirming that the others had exited, the boy who was kicked away by her without hesitation even the wooden box lid was still coughing up blood, but let out a very pleasant laugh.

Even with the smell of blood in his mouth and tight pain in his chest, the boy still did not hide his good mood at all.

He touched his red and swollen cheeks, hissed in pain, and when he felt the girl's cold eyes that seemed to want to take him away from his skeleton, Osamu Dazai simply looked back and saw her When the cherry-pink lips in the past were red and swollen and bleeding, he laughed:

"Would that person you respect so much do something like this to you?"