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In the middle of the night in Yokohama, there are still sporadic lights flickering, and the top floor of the tallest of the five buildings in the city center is still as bright as day.

Onitsuka Hanae put down the phone in her hand, and the name of "Vongele Judaime" displayed on the screen disappeared from the call interface.

three days?

Onitsuka Hanae closed her eyes, and replayed the plan in her mind. In every aspect, she tried her best to make assumptions based on intelligence analysis, and after a while, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Three days is enough.

The lights in the chief's office were finally turned off. At this time, the intelligence department was still running brightly.suddenly--

"Wait a minute!" The man's eyes stayed on the latest piece of information, and after taking a breath, he ordered with a trembling voice: "Quick, report to the leader!"

He moved quickly to block the screen, and the people below didn't see it. They just glanced at the clock that was pointing to three o'clock in the morning, hesitated for a while, and finally became firm.

A quarter of an hour later, Onitsuka Hanae was already sitting behind the desk in her coat.She was not in a hurry to browse the information, and raised her eyes to look at the man at the table with his head bowed respectfully.

"New here? What's your name?"

"Yes, Yandao Zhonger, Your Excellency the leader."

The sound of tapping fingers on the table sounded in the silent and empty office, and then he heard the sound of the chair being pushed back, and the man kneeling on the carpet saw a pair of feet in slippers stopped in front of him , Her voice came from above.

"Oh? Lift up your face and let me see."

The man raised his face obediently, his black soft hair hung between his temples, and an ordinary face appeared in front of her eyes.

It is very popular, it can be said that you will not have any impression of the ordinary people passing by on the streets of Yokohama.

Not illusion.

She is very sure.

Onitsuka Hanae narrowed her eyes, for some reason, the moment they looked at each other, she felt a sense of familiarity welling up in her heart.She bent down, put her fingertips on the man's jaw, pinched it gently and lifted it up, and smiled with the corners of her mouth: "You don't know, the information that can make Minister Sato wake me up at three o'clock in the morning, With his cautious character, he will never let a novice be presented to me."

Because she got up too hastily, she was still wearing solid-colored pajamas, except for a man's coat that didn't belong to her—it was a camel-colored windbreaker coat.There was a slight coolness between her fingers pinching her chin, and the top collar of her pajamas was unbuttoned, revealing a section of red knot.

The man's eyes fell on the knot, and he could vaguely see the corner tied to the knot, like a talisman.

A style never seen before.

He couldn't help pressing the tip of his tongue against the roof of his jaw, and then let out a short laugh with a slightly dry voice.

"Is the leader planning to execute me?" When he laughed, that ordinary face became even more strange, blurred in the dim light, "or like the group of people who gossip Same, throw me into the torture chamber?"

He didn't seem afraid at all, and even leaned forward boldly, reaching out to touch her face.

Onitsuka Hanae stretched out her hand to hold the man's thin wrist, the pulse hidden under the thin skin seemed to be beating weakly, very slowly and calmly.

Click.

The silver handcuffs made a crisp sound, and they were locked on her thin wrists. She straightened up and said to Nakahara Nakaya who knocked on the door: "Mr. Nakaya, please send him to Sister Hongye's torture room. Move, wait for me to interrogate myself later."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded. Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes and there was a document on the table, he knew that she might not sleep tonight, so he turned on the air conditioner in the office.

"It's cold at night, how about just wearing a windbreaker?" He adjusted the temperature to the right level, turned on the humidifier, picked up a blanket from the sofa on one side and threw it into her arms, then raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Okay, leave this guy to me!" Looking down at the man kneeling on the carpet, although it was the first time we met, there was a familiar and disgusting aura. He grabbed his back collar, and his movements were not as gentle as when he threw the blanket before.

Through the fine black hair, his eyes fell on the figure of the girl sitting behind the desk, browsing the documents seriously.The affectionate address of Mr. Chuya, the red knot at her neckline, and the primrose wreath on her hand.

Tsk, what a nuisance.

Onizuka Hanae acted as if she hadn't heard the sight that was gradually moving away but still firmly on her body. She first read the documents in her hand, and then called the insider to call the head of the intelligence department to come up for confirmation.After being fully confirmed through the unique encrypted communication within the port mafia, it was confirmed the authenticity of the information in hand.

Knowing that his intelligence department had infiltrated spies, and the person he originally sent to deliver documents to the leader was knocked out and thrown into the women's toilet, Minister Sato looked very bad.This sense of shame, as if he had been slapped in the face in public, made him unable to feel any pride anymore, and knelt on the ground, waiting for the leader's punishment.

"When this matter is over, go to Hongye's cadre to receive the punishment." Onitsuka Hana didn't raise his head, nor did he get angry or dismiss him as Minister Sato imagined.

Although it was clichéd, Minister Sato felt from the bottom of his heart that the leader's ability had not yet been revealed, but his temper did not seem to be as terrible as imagined.He slightly, somewhat recognized it.

The next morning.

"Would you like a cake? The brownies here are highly recommended." The man in the bowler hat smiled.

Onitsuka Hanae shook her head, and also smiled, "Fudge is the natural enemy of women, and it's not worth it to eat three catties for a meal. Thank you, Chief Farmer, for your kindness."

The chief farmer smiled and handed the order card to her, "Then I won't get involved."

"Thank you for your understanding." Hanae Onitsuka nodded slightly, slid her fingers over the smooth ordering card, then raised her head and said to the waiter waiting on the side: "Give me an orange sponge cake and a glass of milk, thank you .”

Soon, two cakes and two drinks were placed on the table.

With a bronze skin and a height of more than 1.8 meters, the chief farming officer placed a brownie cake he had just recommended and a cup of equally sweet pearl milk tea in front of him.

It can be seen that he really likes sweets, and when it was on the table, he couldn't wait to take a sip, showing a satisfied expression.

Hanae Onitsuka:  …

Probably because her gaze was too straightforward, Chief Farmer raised his face from the cake and said seriously: "I'm the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, do you really think that I will let people know my taste?"

Onitsuka Hanae: No, I think your expression is clearly saying "I can finally eat and drink with public funds hahaha I want to eat enough".

The orange sponge cake in front of her is placed on a pink cherry blossom-shaped plate. The unique sweetness of oranges is delicious and vivid. When you put the soft cake in your mouth, it almost melts in your mouth, full of enthusiasm and fresh impact. with taste buds.This will undoubtedly be a taste that is very popular with girls, Onitsuka Hanae couldn't help squinting her eyes.

The first sun rising from Tokyo Bay shone in through the window, and the girl opposite her had her golden-pink long hair tied up high and tied into a ponytail, making her look even more youthful.If it wasn't in Yokohama, if it wasn't Osamu Dazai, at her age, she should be like a youthful high school student outside, happily carrying a schoolbag to school.

The farming chief let out a laugh, what if?She has clearly given the answer.

This is not a "cute mistake" like a brownie, but like an orange cake, it represents happiness and protection.

Obviously, the newly appointed little leader of the port mafia has a different from the previous generation, with an open and passionate heart, just like the orange cake in front of her.It perfectly complements the rising sun in Yokohama.

Thinking of this, the farming chief dug another spoonful of brownies into his mouth.He really likes sweets, and the intake of sugar will make people feel happy. Happiness is very precious to people in Yokohama, especially people who can make people feel happy.

"As I said, now that you have made a decision, the Ability Secret Service will no longer interfere with the actions of the port mafia." After drinking the last sip of milk tea, the chief farmer took out a handkerchief beside him and wiped it. Take a bite.

Before getting up and leaving, he smiled, "Although it seems to me that you should have more trust in the Central Plains cadres, but I don't know why, after hearing your rejection, I feel more at ease. So, I want to make a bet .”

"Kick mimic out of Yokohama, and prevent Yokohama from becoming a battlefield between mimic and Balian, then I will issue the ability license to the port mafia."

After receiving that information last night, Onizuka Hanae finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She bent her eyes and smiled, "This is already an unexpectedly good ending, I think you will win this time."

Mimic put the battle post in front of the port mafia, almost pointing at Chuya Nakahara, the strongest cadre of the port mafia.It seemed that their calculation was wrong, but after Onizuka Hanae thought about it, she noticed something was wrong.

It's subtle, but—

[Choosing an opponent is not necessarily the strongest, but it must be the most suitable. 】

She suddenly thought of Lord Yan Sheng's words.

This is a dilapidated factory, Onitsuka Hanae transformed into Nakahara Chuya and walked in.

The moment she almost stepped into the gate, she raised her eyebrows. This is an illusion field—an illusion woven with all the spiritual power of dozens of first-class illusionists, prepared for the most powerful gravity force of the port mafia. The "feast".

In the blink of an eye, André Gide's true intentions were clearly laid out in front of her, and Onitsuka Hanae was extremely clear about who contributed to this.

Mr. Nakaya's supernatural ability [Dirty Sorrow], outsiders know that his supernatural ability can control gravity, combined with his flexible and agile physical skills, he has become the most powerful fighting force of the port mafia at a young age, Yokohama's combat effectiveness ceiling.

But knowing that his real supernatural ability came after the defilement was lifted, apart from the former leader Mr. Dazai, even Onitsuka Hanae never asked him. She just pieced together the answer from Mr. Dazai's usual words.

She believed that it was impossible for Mr. Dazai to reveal this secret, and that A might just be guessing like her. His book that recorded all the supernatural powers of the port mafia had been found and destroyed by Hanae Onitsuka long ago, but after all He has been in the port mafia for a long time, and when Mr. Nakaya first entered the port mafia, he may have inadvertently exposed something, which made him speculate about it.

This is just a guess for him, and he may not even have imagined how uncontrollable Mr. Chuya will be after turning on the filth, which will not only destroy Yokohama, but also make Zhongyuan Chu no longer exist!

This is where Onitsuka Hanazhi Nilin was really touched. Her often smiling face was icy, and the anger in her heart was like a burning indigo flame on her index finger. Huo Huo, who had gained weight three times, took a mouthful contentedly, and let out a cry, like a phoenix singing.

The slowly unfolding illusion is like mottled wallpaper, peeling off quickly. Onitsuka Hanagi still thinks it is too slow, so she simply pulls out the sun wheel knife covered with indigo flames, and stabs at the weakest point!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" There were several painful screams not far away, and she strode past, every step she took, the illusion under her feet was shattered into ashes, and the screams became clearer and louder stand up.

As an illusionist, Onitsuka Hanae of course knew the reason. She mercilessly destroyed the illusion space constructed by these illusionists. After the space was shattered, the spiritual world of the illusionists was backlashed, enough to make them roll in pain.

However, when I thought that if I hadn't insisted on not letting Mr. Chuya come over, even if I had such a tinge of arrogance, perhaps Yokohama would have been reduced to black flames at this moment, and Mr. Chuya who caused all this would only be in more pain. ——

The "sin" that Mr. Nakaya, who is kind and protects his shortcomings and values ​​love and righteousness, should never be borne, is almost about to be forced on him.

Thinking of this, Onitsuka Hanae felt that such a punishment was nothing.

[Huazhi, as the leader, you must always understand one thing.Your benevolence and kindness can only be used for your companions, your subordinates, your city and people.Only with the enemy, you should not be emotional. 】

"Take it into custody and send it to the black prison." Onitsuka Hanae took back the Sun Wheel Saber, with a condensed expression, and ordered to the subordinates who woke up beside her.

"...Ah, yes!"

The follow-up matter was very simple, fully aware of Andre Gide's plan, Onitsuka Hanae even went to Oda Sakunosuke's home in person, and brought out several children.

At her request, Oda Sakunosuke readily agreed to her condition of "just be the bait, never fight, and let the bastard André Gide die in pain with regret".

Oda: ...

Just look at André Gide's unwillingness to close his eyes even after he died.

The most frightening thing was that after Andre Gide died, she stood up slowly, turned her head and showed them a gentle and lovely smile.

"Great, it's finally dead."

It's like killing a fly.

"That won't bother you, the Port Mafia still has some follow-up matters to deal with, so I'll take my leave first."

Until the cheerful figure disappeared, Edogawa Ranpo slowly unwrapped a bag of potato chips, and muttered in a soft voice, "Fortunately, I don't like her, otherwise Onitsuka Ranpo would be too ugly QAQ"

André Gide was like the last gust of wind in late winter. Most people living in Yokohama were ruthlessly disturbed by the coming spring before they felt the ravages of his arrival.

"Thank you very much. If it weren't for your protection, I'm afraid Shinji and the others would have-"

Oda Sakunosuke can still recall the pain and confusion in his heart when he saw the small attic where he lived was on fire, as if his hope was shattered. When I waved to him, I felt extremely grateful and survived the desperate situation in my heart.

"You've thanked me several times, Sakunosuke!"

"Ah, am I being too wordy?"

Onitsuka Hanae nodded mercilessly, then happily swiped the milk tea in her hand, and said with a smile: "If you really want to repay me, I will be the first reader of your novels in the future. We have already agreed isn't it?"

Unexpectedly, she still remembered, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly remembered that Huazhi, who was not the leader of the port mafia, had just arrived at the Armed Detective Agency and was nestled in a big chair.

She held her novel collection in her hand, curled up like a kitten and fell asleep, without turning a few pages.

【I will write a novel that will keep you from getting sleepy. How about asking Hua Zhi to be the first audience? "]

【"Also, Mr. Dazai!"】

He laughed, and at this moment, the flower branch beside him drinking milk tea with his lips pursed and eyes squinting contentedly, was like his muse of inspiration, and countless beautiful and moving verses flowed in his heart in an instant.

He was about to speak when he suddenly heard the phone ringing.

Hua Zhi answered the phone, slowed down the speed of drinking milk tea, hummed a few times from time to time, and finally hung up the phone.

"I have to go back."

She opened the car parked on the side of the road with a smile, and when she bent over to get in, she turned around and smiled at him.

"It feels easier to be with Sakunosuke, because to me you are just Oda Sakunosuke, and to you, I am just Onitsuka Hanae."