After teasing the dog, he got fucked

It wasn't until he got on the Shinkansen back to Tokyo that Tomoki realized that Mikoto wasn't joking.

She was really serious about driving him away and asking him to stay away from Yokohama.

From trying to catch up but being stopped, to being stuffed with a return ticket, Gou Makiji went in without knowing it, but once he wanted to understand Kokodo's intentions, he chose to be obedient.

Kokodo's choice must have her own considerations, so as long as he doesn't cause trouble for her, it will be fine.

Even finding someone to send him away doesn't seem to be Kokodo's way of doing things.

Gou Juanji took out his mobile phone and checked the mailbox that had no reply.

In the past two months, he has sent messages to Mikoko every two or three days at first, but now he only checks his mailbox.The change can only be said to be helpless.

The incident that would cause Kokoto to reject other people's intervention must be of great importance, and it must be deeply involved with the port mafia.

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that her decision to push him away was so firm.

So asking her is sure not to get any answers.

It's not that Gomakiji didn't want to go to ask Lixia sister or Assistant Yamada, but if he wanted to ask anyone about the things that Kokoto was forbidden to say, he would only get the same result.

He simply did not ask.

Anyway, it would be good to go to Kokodo after the matter is over.

Not a big deal.

But... why are there so many tasks assigned by the top management?

According to the mission requirements, Goujuanji sat on the train to Hokkaido, sulking depressedly.

Since leaving Yokohama, he hasn't had a day of serious rest.

I don't know what medicine I took wrongly.

Those high-level people seemed to not care about the limits of the human body at all, just throwing commissions one after another.

Although they were all things that the dog curly thorn could solve, they didn't know how they knew the time for him to complete the task so well, and they happened to be able to send another one after he finished the one at hand.

"Wooden fish flower—"

Not even giving half a day of free time is too much.

Goujuanji muttered and clicked into the group chat.

The group has always been able to talk about multiple topics simultaneously without any hindrance.

And this time is no exception.

Yuta was talking about something interesting he saw in Africa.

The professional supporter Wang Panda Yinghe Wanyouta had a good time, and immediately sent another sentence, "Do you want to ask Ji to go to Yokohama together?"

The leader of the Yokohama topic tapped the screen and replied: "Mr. Ranpo said that as long as you don't compete with him for snacks, anyone can come."

Gou Juanji couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it, this was a good reason to go to see Kokodo.

Although it is a so-called hostile organization, but...

Mikoto should be invited to Mr. Ranpo's birthday party, right?

And Kokoto also happened to have the same birthday as Mr. Ranpo.

If Mr. Ranpo says that he can go to Yokohama, then the things she is busy with must come to an end.

He didn't believe that she would drive him away after everything was over.

At the same time, Kokobe looked at the group chat records displayed on the tablet, and pinched the space between his eyebrows wearily.

She originally thought that two months would be enough time for Goujuanji to be busy with the conjurer's work, and gradually forget about her here.

After all, whose first love can have a tangible result?At least she hasn't seen it yet.

But now it seems that it may take another dose of hard medicine to make the dog curly thorn willingly stay away from Yokohama, or far away from the Tokyo circle in the recent period.

It's just this ruthless medicine...

Kokoto's eyes fell on the coat rack by the door.

On it hung Burberry's new gabardine trench coat for this fall.

Although it is new, people who do not pay attention to fashion will not see how different it is from the old one.

Naturally, there is no difference between men and women.

So... She is indeed familiar with the most effective method that can kill multiple birds with one stone, but not so familiar with it.

One is because she often did similar things four years ago.

Second, this time, instead, she became the guy who wanted to force people to leave.

"A qualified ex-boyfriend should be as dead. Who thought of this wise saying?"

It's a pity that that guy is really a troublemaker, a bastard who has caused thousands of years of harm, and a guy who can't die no matter what.

While complaining, Kokoto took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that hadn't changed in four years.

After a not-so-long wait, she habitually spoke first: "Dazai?"

After all, after spending four years together, Kokodo and Osamu Dazai are also very clear about their respective intentions.

Therefore, Kokodo didn't beat around the bush very much, but just mentioned that Osamu Dazai broke up with those women through her four years ago.

In the relationship between men and women, Osamu Dazai has always been the wrong party.

Not to mention that this is an old account brought up by Mikoto.

Naturally, he had no way to refuse her request.

It's just that when Kokoto complained jokingly, "I'm so scumbag that I look more and more like you", Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and closed his lips noncommittally.

After the phone was hung up, the short "beep" sound continued to echo.

But Osamu Dazai didn't realize it, and still held the phone to his ear.

It wasn't until Atsushi Nakajima put the dossier that Oda Sakunosuke helped to write on the table that he came back to his senses as if nothing had happened.

No one noticed his absence.

The person who can notice is not only not here, but also doesn't care how he is now.

But how are they alike?It's right to be in the opposite direction.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai calmly wrote his name on the file.

After signing the last book, he left the work station again and continued his great business of "fishing" day after day.

In the days when Osamu Dazai was fishing, the Michelin three-star pastry chef that Kokoto had promised Edogawa Ranpo finally arrived in Yokohama.

Fitzgerald also provided cruise ships as venues.

The rest is taken care of by the detective agency itself.

"The layout of the venue was arranged by Mr. Kunikida, right?"

Kokobe picked up a glass of cocktail from the table, and visually measured the distance between the next table and the table.

"Being able to use limited resources to take care of the entire cruise ship...is it worthy of being said to be playing with mathematics?"

Picking up the same cocktail, Osamu Dazai evoked a smile: "The small family of the detective agency, of course, is not as big as the port mafia family."

Noticing the guests who just came in, he immediately paused, then changed the subject and said, "The average monthly salary of a fourth-level conjurer is higher than the basic salary of a detective agency, and you even paid two at a time, is it true?" I'm afraid the detective agency won't go bankrupt."

"You can't afford a super class." Kokoto took a sip, but he didn't look back. "The optimal solution is to get rid of any one of the twins, and the other can instantly get the strength that a super class should have."

"If it wasn't difficult to control alone, they wouldn't have fallen to you."

Kokoto forced himself to smile, and never mentioned the thought of "For the two sisters, the more important thing is not the money but the sisters", let alone the reason why he ruled out the Supernatural Secret Service.

She just tilted the glass and touched Osamu Dazai's lightly.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Kokodo pretended to shake it, and then put his arm on Osamu Dazai.

"It's time to start the show." She became more and more calm, "Let's go."

Obeying the leader's order, the two moved from the cruise ship banquet hall to the rest area.

Few people come here, after all, they are all superficial projects for building relationships and talking about friendship, and no one wants to rest.

Pushing Kokoto against the wall, Osamu Dazai met her pair of sky blue eyes that were so calm that they were split.

Following the habit of four years ago, he spread his five fingers and inserted them into her loose long hair.

Facing Dazai Osamu's approaching face, Kokoto trembled and lost the peace in his eyes.

The calmness at this moment almost made her doubt whether she really had a heartbeat.

Otherwise, how could the heart be empty and feel nothing?

Kokoto lightly raised his right hand, put it on Osamu Dazai's left shoulder, half pushed and half pulled.

Perhaps it wasn't Osamu Dazai's collar that was pulling, but the heart of the child who followed.

She stopped her hand suddenly and let Osamu Dazai stuff it into his coat pocket.

Just like the kiss four years ago, it fell on the lips.

It's not even an inch lighter than a feather.

Between lips and teeth, Kokoto even managed to calm down and asked in a low voice, "Is he still there?"

"Let me see..." Dazai Osamu glanced at the dog Curly Chi who was standing stupidly, "here."

"But it will be gone soon."

As he spoke, he hugged Kagiko more tightly, and kissed her bare neck with a smile.

The staggering footsteps didn't sound like they were stepping on the floor.

Instead, it was like stomping in an empty chest cavity.

Shocked by the reverberation from the bottom of his heart, Kokoto immediately raised his foot and stepped on Osamu Dazai's shoe.

She almost wanted to push him away for a moment.

But reason always precedes emotion.

When the ears could no longer catch the sound of the boy's fleeing footsteps, Kakoto distanced himself from Dazai Osamu.

She lowered her head, turned the dial, and called up the radar map-like positioning display.

The little red dot on the picture stopped somewhere nearby and didn't move for a long time.

"...When did you use this?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously, "Is he still outside?"

Kokoto didn't bother to deal with his pretentious questions, so he just clicked on another place and projected an electrocardiogram.

The straight line with no fluctuations undoubtedly explained the opponent's current situation.

"Probably not there."

Mikoto responded casually, turned around and walked out.

"He didn't necessarily know I did it, but he must have thrown away what I gave him."

Seeing her fiddling with the watch, Osamu Dazai understood the method of Kokobe's control of the dog's thorn task volume.

Just this watch...

Presumably it can't be done in a day or two, right?

Thinking of the most likely time, he could not say anything teasing or joking, so he could only keep his mouth shut and followed Mikoto out the door.

Mikoto walked to the railing, stopped, and looked at the water beside the boat.

After all, he did not leave the pier, and the water wasn't too deep, but it wasn't too shallow either.

With this positioning, it is a workload that can be handled by one or two people.

Kokoto was about to contact the fishing team, but the wrist he was holding was grabbed by another person.

The man calmly restored the dial of the watch to its original shape, and then stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Be careful." He said lightly, "Maki and the panda are still here."

There was a moment of silence, and Kokodo couldn't deny his mistake that almost ruined the plan.

She held her wrist and hid the dial under her palm, "Although it has been waterproofed, half of it is electronic products after all..."

She was indeed still worried.

"Even if it has lost its use value, do you still want to restore it?"

Kokoto was silent, and quickly glanced at Osamu Dazai, then pursed his lips, and answered the wrong question: "The [-] million yen four years ago is also very valuable."

It really was four years ago...

Osamu Dazai half closed his eyelids, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

After all, he couldn't watch her continue to embarrass her.

"Do you remember Mi-chan?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly changed the topic in a frivolous tone like bubbles.

"Eight years ago, when you and I only met a few times, did you promise me anything?"

There was a gleam in the iris eyes.

The vaguely rolling eye waves inevitably make people feel as if they have returned to that evening eight years ago.

That evening no one will ever forget.

Mikoto seemed to realize something.

She muttered, and asked back: "Martyrdom for love?"

But what's the use of mentioning this at this time?Could it be...

Even after breaking up for four years, the tacit understanding in the past can make Kokobe understand each other's plan in an instant.

Osamu Dazai also turned his hands up and sat on the railing.

As if inviting a dance, he extended his left hand to Kokoto.

"Remember? Mi Jiang owes me a sacrifice in love."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, just today?"

Kokoto looked at him, and also smiled: "That's right. Who said that day, the first sentence you said to me was 'Do you want to die with me'?"

She held Dazai Osamu with her backhand, and with a little leverage, she stepped on the railing.

Accompanied by two successive sounds of entering the water, Kunikida Doppo's roar of "Dazai, who are you pulling into the water?!" was cut off by the sea water.

The salty sea water makes it hard to open your eyes, and you can only vaguely feel the sparkling and dancing under the bright sky.

The person who was holding each other tightly let go of their hands at some point.

Maybe it was when I first entered the water, or maybe it was in the farther past.

The only thing I can hold now is the men's watch that was stuffed into my hand at some point.

At noon on October 10.

Someone flicked the switch on the radio.The voice of the announcer in the speaker gradually increased.

"...The members of the armed detective agency failed to assassinate the cadres of the Communist Party, and the two sides broke up and went to war.

However, according to people familiar with the matter, the real reason should be that the members of the armed detective agency and the Communist cadres failed to die in love, not the word "assassination" as announced to the outside world.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Panxing Sect officially announced that it had merged into the Port Mafia and would no longer act as an independent group of curse masters.No insider has disclosed the inside information, and our reporter will continue to pay attention and broadcast it for you.

In the near future, the general public is asked to be careful when going in and out, and not to get involved in the struggle.

In case of loss, an application can be submitted to a port logistics company.

If the approval is passed and you are still alive, you will receive full compensation.

This week's "News Collection" is over, thank you for listening, and see you next time. "

The announcer's voice is a little sweet, but the smell of gunpowder in the words almost passes through the optical cable, so that every listener can hear clearly.

Even though ordinary Yokohama people have long been accustomed to this kind of living environment, they will inevitably raise their vigilance again, lest they fall to the point where their families are ruined.

However, the man who turned on the radio only bit his nails, and then straightened the Cossack cap on his head.

"See you next time... in seven days?"

He lowered his eyelids thoughtfully, a smile slowly forming on his lips.

Maybe the next issue will be the last one?

The author says:

Tuo: Hee hee.

I am very sorry, because I am still on a business trip, 887 every day, so the time for coding is less and less OTL.

I was not satisfied with writing this chapter at the beginning, I thought, anyway, it has been a long time, it is not impossible to spend time to change it...

As a result, it was basically rewritten (eye shift.jpg)

I won’t cheat, this book really doesn’t cheat OTL, all I want to do now is to finish it, after I finish it, I’ll decide the opening time of the next one according to the situation, mainly I really need to save some manuscripts to cope with business trips and overtime (I served

Thank you very much everyone is still waiting for me to update QAQ

感谢在2022-02-2823:59:47~2022-03-3020:50:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Adishka 25 bottles; Naimeng September 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!