Bandage fine tricks

Osamu Dazai didn't do it on purpose.

He swore he didn't mean to.

Tonight's banquet was jointly organized by several group companies in Yokohama. On the surface, it was a celebration and exchange. In fact, it was all for the upcoming coastal tsunami prevention project: the completion and acceptance within one month, the working hours are basically limited. Only a few construction units related to Feishiyuan can undertake the construction, and only they have the technology to meet the completion and acceptance standards in such a short period of time.

But that doesn't mean other people can't drink soup.

Among other things, raw materials still need to be purchased from the market, and other transportation companies can also undertake such links as transportation, so in the eyes of those groups with keen senses, this project has a lot to do.

Port Mafia is also one of them.

After Japan's defeat in the third war with supernatural beings, the country's economy plummeted. After relying on the kingdom of gold, Chang Lu Dajue, the behind-the-scenes king, finally returned to the forefront of the world. In the process, the "business" that Japan's Yakuza uses to maintain their survival is not the "protection fee" that most people think-if you think about it carefully, you will know that no matter how much you charge, can it still be greater than the country?

The polar organizations that can survive for a long time have their own formal businesses, and in that era, the most they did was the transportation and construction industries.

Osamu Dazai came here for this.

So he never thought that he would meet her here—there was no shock of meeting an unexpected person under psychological expectations, and Osamu Dazai's first reaction was to escape.

Only when Osamu Dazai walked to the second floor through the cover of the crowd and observed the girl in the corner of the banquet hall over there with the help of the reflective corridor decoration, he could resume his blank mind: why is she here?

The government's anti-tsunami project, massive capital flow, possible corruption, the identity of the dark-skinned blond man beside her... all kinds of key words flashed in his mind, and Osamu Dazai thought about it: for the intelligence of that organization coming?

——Although that unnamed organization is mostly active overseas, it also has a lot of involvement in Japanese politics, medicine, and biology. The theme of this banquet has nothing to do with medicine and biology, so it is a matter of politics.

Recently, it is worth noting that the tsunami prevention project is related to this banquet. According to the actions of that organization, it is very likely to make a fortune from it.

Led snakes out of their holes?

No, it's impossible, this project involves too much, and it's impossible to be used as a bait... So, she sensed the attention of the organization that this project might attract, so she came here to investigate in advance?

Nana didn't know that just a person who ran away after seeing each other turned around and found out the purpose of her coming to this banquet.

But even if she knew, she wouldn't be surprised.

It's not the first day I know Mr. Dazai's brain level-even Mr. Dazai when he was young.

Although it is a bit strange why Osamu Dazai turned around and ran away when he saw her, as if she had done something to him, but now the most important thing for her is to track down the clues in her hand, so Nana just turned Dazai Osamu in her mind. After throwing the matter behind her, her eyes refocused on the person in the middle of the banquet hall who was chatting with several company presidents.

"Ma'am, your Mojito." The black-haired and blue-eyed young man handed over the Mojito on the tray, replacing the half-filled glass of champagne in her hand.

"Thank you." The girl thanked with a smile, glanced at the direction where the attendant left, and her eyes returned to the field.

Osamu Dazai, who had been watching her every move through the reflection of the glass, moved his eyes slightly: That attendant just now...

He hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his subordinates. He was still paying attention to the reflection on the glass from the corner of his eyes. When he found that the girl's figure disappeared from the glass, he was shocked and quickly sent the message Immediately after that, he turned his head to look for the figure of that person:

gone!

Where did you go?

The body that had been leaning against the corridor fence suddenly straightened up, and Osamu Dazai quickly scanned the entire venue—his position allowed him to complete the job well.

No, no, no.

Frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Osamu Dazai turned around and walked down the second floor, out of the banquet hall to the southeast: If he guessed correctly...

Sure enough, a minute later, he saw a girl in a well-tailored backless black dress at the entrance of the back garden.

In the latter's arms was a kitten with jet-black and oily fur. Its fluffy and soft tail rolled gently around the girl's snow-white upper arms, shielding her from the cool night wind.

cat?

Where is it?

Osamu Dazai thought about it, and then noticed that the kitten had different-colored eyes, one brown and one green—the same color eyes as hers.

A certain guess floated up.

But verification is required.

She seemed to be thinking about something, touched the kitten's head with her slender fingers, and put it on the ground.

A kitten dressed in pitch black ran into the garden, and disappeared in the shadows in a short while.

Sensing that the distracted body had already sneaked past the target, Nana half turned around and looked at the entrance of the hall behind her.

The white gauze curtain was blown up by the wind, and when it fell, there was no one behind it.

gone?

Sometimes she thinks that Mr. Dazai is more like a cat than she is. When you ignore him, the dog will follow behind. As soon as you pay attention to him, he will run away immediately. When you are ready to do something , and found that there was a tail behind him...

Nana thought casually, turned her foot, and entered the empty room on one side.

After a while, two attendants from the banquet hall came over, looked in through the open door but found no one, one of them raised his hand and pressed the bluetooth headset on his left ear: "Report, no one... …Well, the windows are closed and there is only one exit...”

At the blind corner of the attendant's line of sight, a small instrument the size of a thumb was fixed on the edge of the door, and it was flashing at a fixed frequency.

In the lush canopy, the girl is sitting on a thick branch of the tree trunk. The earphones in her ears faithfully convey the voice in that room. The position of the person who attends the dialogue.

Ordinary bugs will interfere with the quality of communication conversations when they are in operation, so if the other party is alert, it is easy to be discovered. Fortunately, the specifications of this banquet itself are not ordinary, and there is signal interference configured by the organizer nearby, so the attendants are not very concerned about the quality of the conversation. Well, there is no doubt about this matter.

And the colorless king, who is holding the highest technological level product of Shiyuan four years later, is completely worthy of the interference of this era.

"The address is being parsed..." the voice of artificial intelligence AI came from the headset, "The parsing progress is 78%, and it is expected to take another 17 seconds."

After she returned from the parallel world, the "rabbits" once again optimized and improved the performance of this notebook. With the support of polymer materials that broke through the bottleneck, the processor that originally required several cubic meters of space to be placed was compressed into A small chip is installed in a palm-sized thin and light notebook, and the artificial intelligence ontology program that relies on satellite signals to communicate is also placed in it, which means that she can use this humble notebook to have a high-performance host to support it. Hacking to do.

Fortunately, she brought the AI ​​back from the Non-Time Institute before time travel, otherwise she would really be the only one working at the moment... Nana muttered in her heart, at this moment, "Analysis completed" popped up on the screen She pressed Enter, and the screen automatically changed to the 3D model of the building where it was located, and then turned the camera according to the signal, locking the position of the person who was talking to the attendant!

This location...is the corridor on the second floor of the banquet hall. She remembered that except for a few blind spots, she could basically overlook the entire hall.

The fingers tap rhythmically on the bracelet pendant worn on the left wrist, and the special rhythm is transmitted through the sensor all the way to the person wearing the corresponding sensor in the banquet hall.

Distracted for a while to distinguish the Morse code in the sensor, the young attendant put the empty tray in his hand on the bar, took the opportunity to reply to the message he had checked in the past with the Morse code, and then picked up another drink that was already placed to the second floor.

But when he walked up to the second floor, he felt something strange: someone was following him—this feeling... He quickly cast a glance, and it was the people from the port Mafia that Nana had mentioned.

He passed the news to Nana, and soon received a reply: Go ahead, don't worry about it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang:?

For some reason, he felt that the sentence "don't worry about it" that he deciphered contained a murderous look.

At the same time, the black suit in charge of tracking Zhu Fu Jingguang also reported the situation to his superior in a low voice: "Master Dazai, I feel that I have been discovered..."

His always unkind boss replied in seconds: "Get rid of the feeling."

Black suit: "..."

The black suit plucked up his courage: "Then do you want to continue?" After being discovered, why is he following him!

"Of course we have to continue!" I don't know if it's an illusion, but the black suit felt as if he heard the faint sound of teeth grinding, "I just let her know before I let you follow!"

To secretly follow and let the person being followed know that he is being followed secretly... The black suit really wants to ask the boss what is in this picture of you!

Do you have a sense of presence?