Bandage fine tricks

Rei Furutani stepped on the clutch, and the white Mazda driving on the road slowly stopped by the seawall.

The window was lowered, and the sea breeze came oncoming, blowing away the remaining bloody smell in the car, and slowly calming Jiang Gu Ling's swollen mind.

Nana hasn't woken up yet, she'll catch a cold in the wind... Realizing this, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the blanket on the car from under the back seat—this was originally used to keep warm during missions at night—and put it on It covered the girl in the passenger seat who was put down, and the latter still had a seat belt to fix her body. On her fair and beautiful face, her brows like willow leaves were subconsciously frowned, showing that she couldn't find peace even in her sleep.

Did you dream about the past?

Jiang Gu Ling didn't know, he knew very little about this child, where she came from, what her real name was, what she had experienced...

He doesn't know anything, and he can't even take the initiative to understand.

——The more you know about the past, the more dangerous it will be to her.

But at least, Nana saved Jing, and he knew about it.

Nana is not someone who is on the black side, and he knows this.

That's enough.

So, what should we do next... Jiang Gu Ling thought about this question.

Jing had already been handed over by him to a secret hospital for emergency treatment. Nainai once mentioned to him that Jing’s identity exposure was probably due to an undercover mob inside the police. It would be very dangerous to pass it to the police, so this time he did not contact the police, but sent Jing to treatment through other channels, and concealed the news that he was still alive.

On the way he left, there was news that Jing was out of danger and safe, but considering that his identity was exposed, he would not let Jing rashly appear in the future, but directly determined the death of "Scotch Whiskey".

——Whether it is in the organization or the police.

Afterwards, I will change my identity and hide my name to make a clean file, and then determine his future life according to Jing's recovery...

But what about Nana?

Nana is Jing's helper, and after the helper's policeman died, the identity information of the helper will naturally... Do you want to arrange a "death" for her?

Rei Fuguya thinks this is necessary, especially considering that her previous mission was still related to the "Magic Man" Fyodor - she didn't change her identity when she left from the House of Death and appeared on the European battlefield !

No matter from the consideration of the identity of the assistant or the undercover of the exposed identity, it is necessary to arrange a "death".

As a bourbon, he sent the scotch whiskey undercover agent for inspection, and successfully "captured" Nana Midorikawa with the help of "Detective Nana Midorikawa who has not yet known her online exposure". , if you want to arrange the death of Nana Midorikawa, it is very simple and logical.

... When she wakes up, ask her for her opinion.

Furutani Rei was worried that Nana would have other plans, and it would be bad if she acted without authorization and caused trouble to her plan.

But I don't know how long it will take for her to wake up after using her supernatural ability... After all, it is a powerful ability that can pull a dying person back from the death line, and it is normal to have to pay a certain price...

Speaking of returning from the dead, there was vaguely mentioned in the previous confidential information a superhuman named Angel of Death. It is said that her ability is to bring the dead back to life. The military department even had a plan to build an undead army around her ability to reverse it. The situation of the third battle of supernatural beings, but unfortunately, I don’t know whether it is a defect in the ability of the angel of death or other problems. According to Zero's understanding of the military department, unless the opponent has enough strong capital and skills, otherwise, if she only has such abilities, her fate will probably stop at being confined.

Jiang Gu Ling thought for a while to relax along with the idea of ​​letting go, and suddenly felt his hand on the handbrake because of subconscious vigilance touched his warm and cool body.

After a moment of tension, his expression did not change at all, but part of his attention was divided to perceive the movement of the hand touching the back of his hand.

The person sitting in the passenger seat still had her eyes closed and her expression relaxed, but under the cover of the blanket, her hand near the driver's seat had moved to the handbrake, and her index finger was lightly on the back of Jiang Gu Ling's hand.

One, two, three...

It's Morse code - the senior intelligence personnel quickly confirmed the message, and compared the code table in their hearts to start deciphering.

This is……

After a few seconds, his cell phone rang.

Jiang Gu Ling withdrew his hand from the car window, took a look, and saw a strange call.

He picked it up, and there was a familiar young voice on the other end of the phone that he hated: "Ah, long time no see, Mr. Bourbon the black crow.

"Interested in making a deal with me?"

——It's the cadre of Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai.

15 minutes later, Yokohama beach side road.

A white Mazda whizzed by, and stopped on the side of the road after a flick. A dark-skinned, blond young man opened the door and walked out with a cold expression.

When he saw the young man on the stone pier not far away who was holding a long cat teasing stick and sweeping over the little black cat in the net bag again and again, his face became even more gloomy.

"Ah, it came so fast!" Osamu Dazai smiled, and his eyes flicked over the wave itself, and fell on the passenger seat of the white Mazda, where the seat was lowered, so he couldn't see it from his angle The face of the person lying on it can only see the appearance of the blanket covering her body.

The gray blanket didn't match her at all.

Dazai thought to himself.

Judging from her usual personality and choice of daily necessities, cherry pink or wisteria pattern, but if you want him to say, a black coat is also good, it can make her skin look very white... Wait, why should he consider such a problem?

Quickly realizing the meaning behind this kind of thinking, Osamu Dazai subconsciously pursed his lips, and his expression changed from the relaxed and carefree one just now to a cold and gloomy expression.

This made Bourbon, who had been paying attention to him, even more vigilant: this moody port Mafia cadre... If it wasn't for Nana's request, he would never come here!

But if someone is standing behind Osamu Dazai at this time, and has the ability to see through his black hair and bandages, he will find the ears and neck of this boy, who is still underage now. It has turned red.

I hope that what covers her is my own clothes.

——Excellent brain function fully revealed the delusions in his heart before he could stop it.

Damn... Isn't it just the delusional restlessness of puberty that came late!Such a mere thing...

Osamu Dazai thought with a cold face.

Once you get it, you won't think about it!

He was so focused on covering himself up that he didn't notice that the kitten who was caught in the net pocket looked at him with a humanized helpless expression.

Mr. Dazai was so understanding when he was young.

But she preferred not to understand.