Why should I clean up

"Why, finally changed your mind?"

On the top floor of the hotel, Belmode was leaning against the French windows, her blonde hair resting on her bare shoulders, and the smile on her lips was full of interest.

"I'm more experienced than you at hiding things. Shall I teach you, Jane?"

After the voice fell, the transparent window screens on both sides were gently lifted.

Gin raised his eyelids indifferently, and stopped typing on the keyboard: "You came here to talk nonsense?"

Belmode shrugged indifferently: "BOSS asked me to hand over the previous task of Rum to you, and I will only do what I'm supposed to do."

Gin looked back, lukewarm: "Rumna still has an important list that has not been recovered, and Chianti just needs someone who can disguise."

From beginning to end, Gin was very calm.

If Belmode hadn't heard that he personally executed a certain traitor yesterday, she really thought that this guy had nothing else to do.

"We'll talk about that kind of thing later." Belmode laughed, "I want to go and see our little friend first."

"……Yours?"

The air was silent for a moment, and Qin Jiu let out a sneer when he raised his eyes.

He closed the computer casually, and his eyes fell on Belmode with indiscriminate emotions: "Spinita has nothing to do with you."

"Just kidding." Belmode put his hand on Gin's shoulder without any threat, "Or are you serious?"

"..." Gin Jiu lowered his gaze and glanced over his shoulder.

"I hear Spinnetta's taken a liking to Ley lately, if I take the time to chain his feet."

Belmode's words did not receive an immediate response, Gin put his elbows on the back of the sofa, and glanced at the unlocked door lock of the bedroom in the distance.

Takigawa Yuichi, who simply came out to find something to eat, looked at the situation in the living room.

It seems to be talking about things.

—but what has it to do with him?

"Hungry." He said confidently.

Qin Jiu gave a short laugh: "Is your waist okay?"

"No." Takigawa Yuu nodded, "But I can bear it."

"Lie back." Qin Jiu ordered briefly, raising his eyebrows, "Or do you want me to tie you up?"

"..." Takigawa Yuichi silently closed the door.

But the back is a bit burnt, and three ribs are broken, so there is nothing to make a fuss about.

Do not understand.

"I'm not interested in your boring hobbies." Seeing the boy disappear, Gin replied to Belmode's words, "I will report the mission to the boss by myself, and get out if there is nothing wrong."

He didn't waste any more time here, and when he walked into the bedroom, Spinita was obediently lying on the bed, doing nothing.

【So Gin is planning to starve you to death now? ——Chianti]

Gin glanced at his screen, and lifted the hem of his shirt nonchalantly.

Spinita looked over.

"Go on." Gin said.

The rough fingertips rubbed against the skin of the back, and when the man took off his bandage, blood was still oozing from Spinita's severely burned area.

Will leave scars.

This is not unusual for Spinita.

The scar didn't take away his color, just like what Gin had seen him in the training camp, but this blemish added a bit of fragile beauty to the pale-skinned teenager.

[No, but I feel murderous, I suspect he wants to beat me to death——Spinita]

Chianti returned slowly.She had just finished the assassination and was still cleaning up the traces.

Takigawa Yuichi waited for a while, looked at the vibrating phone, and frowned suspiciously.

[Then you wear a skirt. 】

[Gin might not beat you up if you wear a skirt——Chianti]

【What is your obsession with my dressing taste? ——Spinita]

[I need an existence like me. ——Chianti]

Takigawa Yuu thought for a while, and replied "Belmode".

Chianti immediately went into a rage.

[Damn it, don't mention that liar to me! 】

Neither Chianti nor Cohen got along well with Belmode.

Takigawa Yuu knew nothing about the love and hatred between them, but couldn't help coughing twice.

When the explosion occurred, he absorbed a little bit with his supernatural power. Even so, in order not to make Gin suspicious, most of the smoke and dust entered his lungs along the airflow.

It's over, or I'll go back later.

Takigawa Yuichi was silent.

Qin Jiu might not really beat him up, but he would definitely be finished if Zhong Yuan found out.

The teenager's jaw sank into the pillow.Spinita seemed to be in a daze, his side face was quiet, and his loose silver hair swayed slightly with his breathing on his back.

Spinita was oblivious to the prey's posture, and even hummed happily.

Qin Jiu sneered, with ice in his green eyes, and felt that there might be something wrong with his education method.

"Why are you looking at me?" Noticing Gin's gaze, Takigawa Yuichi turned his face vigilantly.

"Have you finished memorizing all the information given to you?" Gin Jiu ignored his childish question, and just asked indifferently while standing by the bed.

Takikawa Yuu nodded: "Is there any more, I can still recite."

The aliases and code names of all the members of the organization, along with photos - this kind of good thing, of course Takigawa Yuichi remembered it as soon as he got it.

He even thought he could be bombed again.

Humph, Bourbon also said he didn't have the talent to be an undercover agent, isn't he quite useful?

Then again, Bourbon...

Takigawa Yuichi thought about it, but he didn't know if the explosion that day had affected Bourbon.

Let's go to the apartment tomorrow night to have a look. By the way, we can also have a look at the scenery.

"No." Qin Jiu ruthlessly refused, "I have a task tomorrow, so don't be late."

Takigawa Yuichi's eyes lit up: "Wouldn't the reward be doubled if you go out on a mission with an injury?"

Qin Jiu snorted lightly: "I didn't let you fight."

Takigawa Yuichi lost half of his interest in an instant. It was a bit uncomfortable for him to maintain this prone position, and he was caught by Gin just as he was about to turn over.

"You ignored my words?" Qin Jiu's eyes were horrified, as if he would have taken him to the training ground to beat him up if he hadn't been seriously injured now.

"...Then I want to eat cake."

"No."

"Impossible, Belmode said he bought it for me."

The boy was about to get up as he said that, but just halfway up the climb, he was pressed down by Gin's shoulder blades.

"...The wound is open." Takigawa Yuu glanced at his shirt which was once again dirty, and curled his lips in displeasure.

Gin ignored him, but still sat by the side leisurely to deal with the work.

"It deserves it," he sneered cruelly.

"..."

Takigawa Yuichi took out his cell phone.

【Chianti!airdrop! 】

【Gin is really going to starve me to death. 】

When Takikawa Yuichi returned to the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai was watching the body stroke grand prize performed by his subordinates in the training ground.

The 17-year-old Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets with a blank expression on his face, but the burly men with guns were shaking and crying from behind their sunglasses.

Dazai-sama was in a bad mood—that was the conclusion they had drawn.

It was said that he was going to shoot him to train his courage, but if he was really hurt, even if it was an order, he had to go to the torture room to receive the punishment himself.

It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes, it's better to give them a...

Hey, wait a minute, the person passing by the door seems to be the officer of Takikawa.

……

It seems that some disgusting sight is stuck on his body.

Takigawa Yuu, who didn't plan to stay at first, stopped, and turned his head to meet dozens of expectant eyes.

The boy who didn't know why frowned. If he took a step to the left, the mafia would look a little to the left, and if he took a step to the right, the mafia would look a little to the right.

Oh, really looking at him.

"He was lost in front of my face." Dazai Osamu, who didn't know what attracted his subordinates, chuckled lightly, his voice was soft, but his tone was very dangerous, "I don't plan to slow down with you like that slug in Chuya... "

"Dazai." Takigawa Yuichi had no choice but to push open the door of the training room. He tilted his head to avoid the splashing sawdust, and his eyes fell on the gun in Dazai Osamu's hand. "Sister Hongye called us to eat."

Osamu Dazai instantly forgot what he wanted to say just now, and blinked innocently.

"What to eat?"

"...Anyway, there is no crab you like."

"Hey, Yuichi actually remembers what I like to eat?"

Appeared!The Art of Turning Cloudy into Sunny!

The tormented Mafioso exclaimed, staring in disbelief at Hana whirling behind Osamu Dazai, somehow as if they had discovered a way to escape punishment in the future.

Listening to the familiar [Dazai Osamu Favorability +1] notification sound, Takigawa Yuichi already began to regret the thing he stopped just now in just a few minutes.

"Who cares about you." Takigawa Yuichi put on a cold face, "I will eat your share too."

The arc of Dazai Osamu's lips widened a bit: "I'm going."

"Who let you go."

"Miss Hongye?"

"Oh, I lied to you."

"Really, then next time Yuichi invites me, you can directly say that I will go." Osamu Dazai's mind turned quickly, and his tone was brisk when he came to a conclusion.

"..." Oops, it got wrapped around.

Takigawa Yuu pursed his lips, and faint resentment began to radiate from his whole body.

Osamu Dazai observed his every move, suddenly raised his hand, and poked the opponent's lower back.

The boy froze to a degree visible to the naked eye.

Sure enough, he got hurt again.

Osamu Dazai lowered his gaze, and it was not difficult to guess why the other party was injured this time.

There are not many things in this world that can hurt Yuichi, and because of this, Yuichi often uses this as the price for obtaining information.

"I thought about it." Takigawa Yuichi suddenly said seriously, "I haven't seen Yumeno for a long time, I'm going to find him for training."

As he spoke, he turned around, but before that, his wrist was lightly encircled by Osamu Dazai.

This was a subconscious move, Osamu Dazai glanced at his hand, but he didn't intend to let go after realizing it.

"I won't tell Zhongye," he said.

Yuichi Takigawa: "The last time I believed in you, I experienced anesthesia-free stitches."

"That was before, it's different now."

The sky was filled with sunlight outside the window, after Dazai Osamu finished speaking, he raised his eyelashes as if disturbed by the light.

"I don't want China to see it now."

Yuichi's eyes were light-colored.

Therefore, what color is the sky, what color is reflected.

Compared to before, Osamu Dazai liked the way he was only looking at himself.

If only he had the color of one person.

Takigawa Yuu, who didn't understand what Dazai Osamu meant at all, opened his mouth: "Has your relationship deteriorated?"

Osamu Dazai: "Only Yuichi thinks that Chuya and I have a good relationship, but Chuya really hates me."

Takigawa Yu was half convinced, "What about you?"

Osamu Dazai complained: "I also seriously hate Chuya."

Takigawa Yuichi observed Dazai Osamu's expression when he said this.

No trace of lying could be found.

But micro-expressions are of little research value to Osamu Dazai, so I can only believe half of them.

Why does the system invented by Zheng Yi not have the function of reading minds?

"Whatever." Takigawa Yuichi said nonchalantly, shaking his hand, "When are you going to let me go?"

"Yuichi also hugged me yesterday." Osamu Dazai said righteously, "So this is interest."

"Impossible!" Takigawa Yuichi retorted, "Obviously..."

No, he can do anything when he's drunk.

Yan Er said that he had held the balance before and refused to let go.

Matsuda Jinpei desperately tried to tear him down, but failed without incident.

But that night, he had to repair the car for Instructor Onizuka, and Matsuda Jinpei, with a face of despair, could only bear the weight on his body and move forward.

Haven't seen them for a long time.

Takigawa Yuichi restrained his thoughts, and quietly moved his eyes away.

"Takikawa, the Miss Miyano you mentioned earlier..." Ango Sakaguchi's voice moved from far to near, but he suddenly stopped when his eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's hand holding Takikawa.

As a good friend of the other party, Ango Sakaguchi knew very well what the situation was like.

"Dazai." Ango Sakaguchi said sadly, "Have you finally embarked on this path?"

Yuichi Takikawa:?

Osamu Dazai said loudly: "I didn't!"

Ango Sakaguchi said indifferently: "So you didn't pour the wine on Takikawa on purpose yesterday?"

Osamu Dazai: "That's because Chu is also chasing me."

Ango Sakaguchi: "You were the one who suggested changing Takikawa's clothes."

Dazai Osamu: "Wearing wet clothes will catch a cold, this is what you Ango said."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses: "No, if it wasn't for Nakahara, you probably would have played Takikawa as a Barbie doll."

Osamu Dazai's expression calmed down, and for the first time there was a tone of doubt in his tone: "What is a Barbie doll?"

Takigawa Yuichi: "It's a doll with blond hair."

"..."

Two eyes cast over.

"There is a movie - damn it! Is this the point!" Takigawa Yu cracked his joints crisply, with a cold expression in his eyes, "Ango, get out of the way, I want to do justice for the sky."

Osamu Dazai: "Why is Ango okay?"

Takigawa Yuichi: "Because Ango is too weak, he will die with one punch."

Ango Sakaguchi: "...Thank you, I'm not happy."

Dazai Osamu thought for a while: "But Yuichi, who has no supernatural powers, his physical skills are not much different from mine."

...Oh yes, damn disqualification in the world.

"I've made progress." Yuichi Takigawa, who spent all day in the training room, raised his arms and said triumphantly, "Come on, watch me punch..."

A corner of the jacket was raised due to the movement, and the phone in the pocket fell to the ground with a snap.

Because it was issued by the organization, considering the special factors during the mission, the logistics team specially designed the function of automatic connection after the impact.

Takigawa Yuichi was stunned, and immediately made a gesture of retreating to the subordinates who were coming from a distance, and covered Dazai's mouth with his backhand.

"The plan has changed, act at ten o'clock in the evening."

The voice of gin was as cold as ever. He was sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche, and was about to hang up the phone after giving the order, when he suddenly heard a low gasp.

It seemed that he was suppressing the pain, and he didn't know who he was wrestling with again.

Gin frowned, and immediately realized something was wrong.

"Speak, Spinita."

"Where are you?"