My undercover organization eats jujube pills

I am confused.

Osamu Dazai himself said that tonight is a high-end reception, and it is a very high-end reception with chaebols.

That being the case, why would a mafia get an invitation to a high-end reception attended by celebrities?

After I asked the above questions, Dazai Osamu looked at me as if he was looking at an idiot kid in kindergarten.

He took it for granted, "Of course it's all because of the power of capital."

"You have to know that money is omnipotent—and so is violence. If you want something, of course you can smile and point a gun at the other person's head and ask him to give it to you."

Dazai Osamu, as expected of you, you are a group of people who play black and white, and it seems that this kind of thing has been done a lot.

I think you look like a black-hearted capitalist.

I said "oh", "I understand, money ability, right?"

"Well," Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, "The word money ability is quite appropriate."

"Of course it has to be appropriate." I laughed out loud, "There is nothing in this world that money can't do—if there is, it must be because there is not enough money."

Even Suzuki and Akashi, among the three big chaebols, came to this high-end reception.But in the end, it was just a reception, and the head of the family didn't need to come forward, so those who represented the chaebol were all the juniors in the family.

The Suzuki Consortium came from Suzuki Sonoko, the eldest lady of the Suzuki family, and the representative of the Akashi Zaibatsu was Akashi Seijuro, who was the future heir.

"Since this reception is so high-end," I said suspiciously, "then why are you still dressed like this?"

I hesitated to speak.

Osamu Dazai's attire did not conform to the etiquette of such a high-end reception.Not a single bandage was missing on his face and body.It's exactly the same as when I was in the Port Mafia, from the hair to the tip of the toe is black, the difference may just be a high-end clothing brand.

To be reasonable, with Dazai Osamu's face, he can't even enter the luxury shops that buy me dresses, right?Now I even suspect that he is buying and selling people with a gun pointed at their heads.

When I attended the reception, if I hadn’t remembered to bring the invitation letter, the waiter at the door would not have let us in just looking at Osamu Dazai’s crazy dress——I still remember the waiter at the door With that subtle look of looking crazy, the other party almost took out his phone and called the mental hospital, wanting someone to drag Osamu Dazai away.

"I don't want to either. Because I was injured, I had to wear a bandage. It's really rude to show the injured place."

Osamu Dazai explained it in this way, but unfortunately I didn't believe a word of it.

I have been in the Port Mafia for more than two years, and he is dressed like this every day. What kind of injury can make such a guy with extremely tenacious vitality unable to heal after two years?

I think, to put it bluntly, this is the special hobby of Osamu Dazai.

He probably hasn't actually suffered any injuries. After all, he is not the kind of person who will rush to the front in a fight. He exists as a commander. Unless Dazai wants to be injured, it is almost non-existent for him to be injured. matter.

As for dressing up like this... Maybe it's because he's a veritable pervert.

I asked in a low voice, "Then, as a mafia, why do we participate in this kind of reception? Do we want to raise the level of Hong Kong gangsters?"

Osamu Dazai bent the corners of his lips and gave an answer, "By the way... talk about business."

I was at a loss for a moment, and after Dazai Osamu deliberately kept it secret, I didn't want to ask any more questions, so I simply put this question behind me.

Talking about business has always been under the control of Dazai.

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Chuya, known as the double blacks, have a clear division of labor. Dazai Osamu is the "brain" and Nakahara Chuya is also the "sharp blade".As the leader, Mori Ogai, of course, couldn't do everything in detail, and he would personally come forward for small things, that would be too cheap.

Therefore, this kind of work naturally fell to Osamu Dazai.

It's impossible to hand over to Zhongyuan Zhongye to do this kind of thing, right?If Zhongyuan Zhongye is really allowed to take over, it's not me who hacked him. I guess within half a year, the port mafia will officially declare bankruptcy.

But in the end, these things have nothing to do with me.

While I can certainly give some advice - even great help - numerically and academically, as an undercover agent, why should I?

As an undercover agent, of course I want to catch fish. Not only do I catch fish, but I also feel at ease.

I glanced around the entire venue of the reception, and then I noticed a person I was very familiar with—isn't this the skateboard kid who almost bumped into me on the road before?

I raised my eyebrows, and he was also taken aback after noticing me, but the kid's expression changed immediately after he saw Osamu Dazai in black beside me.

I don't know why such a complex expression appeared on the face of a kid who looked only six or seven years old... It was a complex emotion mixed with surprise, panic, shock, anger and worry, etc.

But it was only for a moment, and then he restrained himself and restrained the expression on his face.

The speed is so fast that I wonder if my own lame eyes have misread it.

"Hey, over there," I poked Osamu Dazai's waist with my arm, and motioned him to look in the direction of the skateboard kid, "Did you see that? You scare other children. Your face sometimes misses ah."

"Then I also want to thank you, Yayoi, for your compliment on my face, probably because children are more sensitive." He explained the reason seriously this time.

"Is it because of perception?"

"Children are very sensitive creatures. Bloody, malicious emotions, they have an extremely sensitive reaction to such inexplicable things."

"Because I feel that you are a murderous mafia, so you are afraid?" I changed my mind and accepted Dazai Osamu's answer.

A waiter wearing white gloves came forward with a tray and handed a glass of amber champagne to Osamu Dazai.I let go of Osamu Dazai's arm, but didn't take it.

Although I hang out with Osamu Dazai at the Lupine bar for two years, I don't drink often.Like Accelerator, I prefer coffee that can make people clearer.

There was a slight vibrating sound in the mouthpiece I was holding in my hand. I pressed the mobile phone in the mouthpiece, guessing it was probably an email from Bourbon.I found time to ask him for help to send me the details of the one-billion-yen robbery at the Mikacho Bank.

But it is obviously inappropriate to read this kind of email in such a public place, so I turned my head to look at Osamu Dazai: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Ah." Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly to look at me, and nodded, "Okay."

I lowered my eyes and held up the skirt of the smoky fluffy gauze skirt. After entering the bathroom, I locked the door of the cubicle.In this relatively private space, I dared to take out my mobile phone to carefully read the emails Bourbon sent me.

I'm a fast text reader, skimming through emails in a matter of seconds.

After reading it, I let out a long breath—this matter is indeed related to Mingmei.

After the robbery, Minmei submitted her resignation to the bank.No matter how you look at it, it will make people think that Mingmei came to work in this bank half a year ago to plan the current robbery.

She is the absolute suspect.

The content of the email that Bourbon sent me was not the information he got from the organization, but the information he learned through the public security system.In other words, regarding this matter, the organization did not reveal any information.

But neither I nor Bourbon believe that such a major event involving one billion yen will not be aware of it at all.

More likely, this robbery may be the task assigned to Mingmei by the organization.

After I figured this out, I was a little relieved. Since it was an organizational task, even if it was to appease Shirley, who was the leader of the scientific research team, the organization would definitely keep Mingmei.

But... I always feel a little uneasy.

I always feel that there is something that I have not thought of, but the time and place at this moment do not allow me to meditate further.I opened the door of the cubicle, checked my appearance in the mirror of the bathroom, and then walked out of the bathroom.

If the time is too long, Osamu Dazai will be suspicious.

I hadn't taken a few steps out of the bathroom when I ran into the kid on the skateboard who almost hit me—and this kid almost hit me this time, too.

I dodged a step to avoid the little ghost, and preached to him helplessly: "This is the second time today, next time you have to watch your way carefully. If it wasn't for me, you would be beaten now, kid."

"Hey hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The kid rubbed his head and smiled at me, "My name is Edogawa Conan, how about you, sister?"

"Me?" I squatted down to look at him, pointed to myself, "My name is Yayoi Amuro."

This kid named Edogawa Conan is wearing a conspicuous little blue suit and red bow tie. If you remove the black-rimmed glasses on his face, you can see that this kid is actually quite cute. If it is, it will probably be the kind of sporty charging.

"What are you looking at?" I noticed his eyes kept falling on my hand.

Conan Edogawa tilted his head, and said to me in confusion, "Sister Yayoi has calluses on her hands. I've seen them in detective novels. People with calluses on their hands usually hold their hands for a long time. The gun was ground out, so sister, do you know how to use a gun?"

"..." I paused, and then I smiled, "Have you read too many detective novels? How can there be in normal life? The calluses on my hands were squeezed by my boss—he made me feel sick every day. I'm a young girl moving bricks, it's too much."

"Ah, that's right, that boss is really too much." Conan Edogawa pretended to agree with me.

"Okay," I stood up, and patted Edogawa Conan's head, "I'm leaving, you should go to your lord quickly, don't get lost."

Edogawa Conan smiled brighter and brighter: "Okay!"

I took two steps, looked back at Conan Edogawa's leaving back, and frowned.

This brat...I always feel that what he said just now was not accidental and whim, but like an adult, he was trying to test my intentions by pretending to be immature.

...I hope it's my illusion.

***

When Osamu Dazai wants others to dislike him, others will wish him to die; but it is easy for him to want others to like him, and he can win others' favor with just a few words.

To sum up, Osamu Dazai is completely the Hong Kong and black courtesan himself.

He dances in the grass like a butterfly, and he can perfectly keep a leaf from touching his body, and he can chat and laugh happily with anyone.

And as the leg pendant of Osamu Dazai, what I have to do is to follow him along the way, raise my head, chest up and chin down, and keep a perfect 45-degree smile at the corners of my mouth. As a competent mobile figure background board, I can up.

Maintaining this deadly graceful posture all night, I was so tired that my back ached.

The next morning, I still didn't have time, and I didn't receive the call from Minmei that I'd see you tomorrow.The bastard Osamu Dazai asked me to work overtime again, and accompanied him to several places for entertainment, and I was not free until around four or five in the afternoon.

While I was fixing my hair in the bathroom, I just received a call from Minmei.

"Yayoi?" Her voice on the other end of the phone was gentle and careless, "Are you okay now?"

"I have no problem, what's wrong?"

For convenience, I clamped the phone with my shoulder and neck, and tied my hair with rubber bands in both hands.

"No...it's nothing." Mingmei paused there, and then her tone became serious, "Yayoi, I want to ask you one thing...Only you can help me."

"As long as Mingmei says, I will definitely do it." I didn't even listen to the request, so I took the lead in making a guarantee.

"Because I'm an ordinary person, and I don't have the ability to do anything. But Yayoi is different. Although you usually ask me to act coquettishly, I know... Yayoi is actually a very powerful girl." Mingmei When speaking in a low voice, the voice was as gentle as bubbling water, "If it's you, Yayoi, can you help me protect Shiho?"

"Huh?" I was stunned, and the movements of my hands froze for a moment.The phone fell on the tiled floor due to the relaxation of the shoulder and neck, making a crisp sound.

I hurriedly picked up the phone and held it to my ear.

"Yes, yes, but...why?"

I didn't expect such a request.

However, this request is indeed reasonable when understood literally.

Miyano Akemi is only a peripheral member of the organization. She was not trained as a member with combat ability, so she has not received combat training.She can use a gun, but of course there is no way to get close to the core of the organization like a member with a code name like me-so the chances of her meeting Shirley are actually not many.

Therefore, it seems to be more reliable to ask me.

After all, after Ley defected, I was the person who knew Minmei the most besides Shirley, so it was only natural that Mingmei was the first to come to ask me.

"Because, Yayoi is very reliable, you know my situation, Yayoi can get in touch with Shiho better." She smiled lightly.

"There's no problem. I will definitely protect Shirley, so don't worry, Minmei."

"Well, thank you, Yayoi." She paused, "And... I'm sorry, I clearly promised to meet you today, but I broke my promise. Because something happened suddenly, there is no way to meet."

"It's okay, I can wait until later." I quickly comforted her.

Minmei fell into a long silence after hearing my words.After a long time, she said softly: "Yes."

"Goodbye... Yayoi."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on my face gradually faded.

There's something wrong with Minmei.

Calling me suddenly to ask me to protect Shirley, no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like you are explaining the funeral.

And her final tone... It was like a farewell, which made me feel a strong sense of foreboding.

But it was still my working hours at this time, there was no way for me to leave Dazai Osamu and run out alone, otherwise I would definitely be discovered by Dazai Osamu within minutes.

When I went out from the bathroom, Osamu Dazai was already waiting outside the private room.

I glanced at the private room, and there was no one there, "Is it over?"

"It's over." Dazai Osamu answered me, "Yayoi is really slow, it took 10 minutes to fix my hair."

"I'm a girl," I said confidently, "what's wrong with girls being delicate?"

"Today's task is almost over," Osamu Dazai stretched his waist and rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, "so it's time for free activities."

His voice paused, and then he looked at me with a smile, "Yayoi also has a place that she really wants to go, so don't waste time if you have one, go as soon as possible—otherwise, there will be no chance later."

I have a chill.

"Mr. Dazai, when did you suddenly become so good? I'm not used to you..."

"Okay then." Osamu Dazai immediately changed his words, "In this case, why don't I contact the other party and change tomorrow's time to today, what do you think?"

"Don't! I was wrong, Mr. Dazai, I was really wrong! You are so kind, really!" I immediately confessed.

It's so weird... not only Mingmei, but even Osamu Dazai is also very strange at this time.

He looked at me with playfulness and pity in his eyes, and in the depths of his iris-colored pupils was deep mud that could not be melted away, and the unknown meaning hidden in it made me a little flustered.

After Osamu Dazai turned around and left, I stood there holding my phone, shivering quietly.

But at this time, I didn't have too much time to think. I gritted my teeth, hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and went straight to Mingmei's bachelor apartment.

I couldn't ignore those words that were like confessing the funeral—as if Mingmei felt that she was going to die.

My heart was suspended and tightened because of Minmei's incident, and there was a faint twitching pain in the passing seconds.

When I arrived at Mingmei's bachelor apartment, it was almost sunset time.Without a key, I had to forcefully break the lock and break into Minmei's apartment.

——Mingmei was indeed not at home.

My heart sank a bit, and I couldn't find Mingmei's whereabouts. This fact made me pacing anxiously in the bachelor apartment. I made more than a dozen calls to Mingmei, but no one answered, and then turned to voicemail. .

Not being able to get through the phone made me even more anxious.

I don't know where Mingmei is now... Will she be in danger?Is she okay?Is she still...alive?

I forcibly suppressed the bad thoughts in my heart, opened the phone's address book to search, and finally stopped on a name.

I called the programmer whom I had coaxed before—Fushimi Saru Hiko.

After the call was connected, I didn't wait for him to speak, and said, "Please, help me check the location of a person's mobile phone, now, immediately, immediately!"

"It's so strange that you still come to beg me." Fushimi Saruhiko's voice was distorted by the current, and I could hear his provocative and dissatisfied attitude. Wake up and have a tool man?"

But I was not in the mood to practice groove skills with him, so I took a deep breath and humbly begged him for help.

"Please... this is really important. Something happened to someone very, very, very important to me," I whispered, "so please, help me."

"Since it's rare for you to be so humble to me, I'll help you once." Fushimi Saru Hiko sneered.

I gave Akemi's name and mobile phone number, and Fushimi Saruhiko immediately began to look it up for me.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division can actually do these things, but this is a government department after all.Although I can use it for public and private use, it still needs to go through the process.And I don't have time to go through the process now.

So in the end, I can only ask this venomous programmer for help.

"I found it. The location of the mobile phone shows that she is now in an abandoned warehouse in Mihua Town. I have sent the specific address and navigation to your mobile phone."

I received the address and solemnly thanked Fushimi Saruhiko, "Okay, thank you, thank you very much."

"Small things, if you really feel grateful to me, you might as well beg me a few more times - and, remember, you owe me a favor."

"I remember the favor, if you want me to beg you - you are dreaming, unless you are my boss, and you will never be able to serve in the Supernatural Secret Service Division in your life."

After I rolled my eyes, I remembered that Fushimi Saru Hiko couldn't be seen, and then I hung up the call.

Fushimi Saru Hiko is a very typical type of person who can shine brightly when given a little sunshine, and he can open a dyeing workshop for him with three colors.

According to the navigation and the three-dimensional map model I remembered in my own mind, I used super powers to control the airflow and flew over. I don't care too much now, as long as Mingmei is fine, I can solve all other things.

All I want is the safety of Akemi Miyano.

I hope this gentle person can live a smooth life.

The location of the abandoned warehouse is a bit remote, and the blood-like setting sun fell on the ground, like a beautiful blood splash.The surrounding area of ​​the abandoned warehouse is very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing, the rustling of falling leaves, and the slight sound of my footsteps when I walk around.

So quiet, so quiet it scares me.

The moment I entered the warehouse, my pupils suddenly shrank.

The author has something to say: Of course Yayoi will go to rescue Mingmei (.

Fushimi: bhys, when you change jobs, I will really be your immediate boss.