I have special resignation skills

The coastal cities in summer are not as hot as the inland ones, and the salty sea breeze still brings a coolness unique to April.

The blond girl looked at the sea, while the subordinates beside her bowed respectfully.

"Aren't you here again?" the girl asked, her voice was soft and firm, just listening to it was a kind of enjoyment.

She is a superior, but she does not give her subordinates terrible coercion. It stands to reason that such a person cannot survive in the mafia.

In the mafia, such "tenderness" is tantamount to being weak, she will be bullied and excluded, and finally she will be expelled or killed because of the useless kindness of a woman.

Maou is different, she is like snow falling silently in winter, so blurry that people can't catch it, no one dares to touch that kind of snow, fearing that it will melt in the temperature of his palm.

The subordinate came back to his senses and immediately replied: "Yes, we have already gone to investigate the place where Lord Dazai often committed suicide, and we have not found Lord Dazai yet."

"Well, call them back."

If you let your subordinates find it and find it, can you still be called Osamu Dazai?

The subordinate didn't ask why, but just kept bending over and said: "Yes."

For more than a year, Mao has already known the nature of her teacher, Osamu Dazai.

It is commonplace to look at a tree to hang yourself or to see a river to enter the water when you are on a mission.

Since the familiar places are not there, it should be here.

The little girl leaned over while leaning on the railing, looking at the boy who was hanging under the bridge and stuck in the gap, she asked, "Do you need help?"

Dazai raised his head and winked at her innocently, the meaning was self-evident.

"Huh." The young man yawned and stretched his waist. The white shirt outlined his outstanding body curves. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, still like a cat not waking up. "How did you find this place, Mao?"

As usual, Mao responded with two words: "Intuition."

"Intuition, intuition, intuition." Dazai picked up the black coat thrown on the ground, patted the dust and put it on again. He looked at Mao seriously, "Is your surname Sawada?"

"My surname is Watanabe." Mao also looked back at Dazai seriously.

Besides, A Gang's super intuition can't be used in this place. If the super intuition can be used as a tracker, wouldn't Sawada be invincible.

The sun is shining brightly, and the constant chirping of cicadas is a special summer concert. People walking on the road wear short skirts and short sleeves, looking at the shadows of trees and tall buildings.

Most girls don't want to tan themselves, and they dare to come out only after applying thick segregation cream.

Among the piles of visors, the gold exposed to the view is more eye-catching than usual, and the girl's blond hair and fair-skinned pedestrians keep looking back.

Mao and Osamu Dazai leaned into the low-key car.

Blocking the sight of passers-by, the cold air in the car swept away the hot and dry body.

As soon as Mao was about to fasten her seat belt, a premonition suddenly surged in her heart, as if a voice was shouting at her, and the magma that tore her eardrum collapsed and flowed along her blood vessels to her whole body.

not good!Mao shivered, and goosebumps came up all over his head.

leave!

Loosening the seat belt, Mao opened the door with one hand and held Osamu Dazai who was still fiddling with his cell phone with the other hand, and she said quickly, "Let's go."

She was not strong, but because Osamu Dazai subconsciously fell in her direction, their speed was not slow.

The phone slipped on the carpet, and there was a familiar surname on the lit screen——[Watanabe]

The driver's reaction was quick, but even in such a short time to unfasten his seat belt, he was still covered by the explosion on the back of the car when he escaped.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a black figure was pushed out by the air wave, and he fell directly to the ground.

The bloody burn marks on the back were shocking.

Thick smoke billowed immediately, and the flames licked scrapped car parts and made creaking sounds.

Pedestrians were also stunned by this sudden incident, and they picked up their mobile phones to record videos and take pictures in the next second.

Osamu Dazai stood outside the car, half of his face was hot from the flames, and the car over there was still making small cracking noises.

He glanced at his subordinate who was struggling to get up on the ground, then slowly turned his head to stare at Mao and said, "So your real surname is Sawada...?"

The ambulance called by the nearby police and onlookers arrived soon, and Shino asked Osamu Dazai to stay where he was, and talked to the police himself first.

The policeman was reasonable. After asking about the situation, seeing that an underage girl might still be scared in such a situation, he patted her on the shoulder reassuringly and allowed them to leave first.

Mao first called the relevant personnel in Hong Kong and Black who specialized in managing such incidents.

"Well, that's it, pay attention to the hospital."

A car that was supposed to carry cadres for the pre-selection of Hong Kong gangsters was easily loaded with a bomb and hadn't been detected. If it had been a few seconds at night, Dazai might have been lying in the hospital for several months.

The girl hung up the phone, her light-colored eyes were like a sacred place that was lingered by the sun, she lowered her head slightly, and her golden hair covered her dark and unclear expression.

Osamu Dazai looked at the car being extinguished in the distance, his thoughts turned into countless dark threads.

He probably knows who did it...

Osamu Dazai showed unusual enthusiasm for this mission. Since the gun was installed on the car, he immediately took action, and now he has uncovered half of the whereabouts of the mastermind behind the scenes.

The boy at that time squatted on the railing of the bridge stone, smiled at Mao and said: "I will solve it, maybe you can see something interesting that you didn't expect~"

Like a kitten who just starts playing tricks.

But he wasn't immersed in it, his white and thin fingers pressed the rough stone surface, but he was more interested in the calm river below.

It would be fun to break that lovely mirror if you jumped.

He poked his head out again, as if looking for a good spot for him to enter the water.

"Come down."

Mao raised his hand and grabbed his black coat, the latter moved his lower fingers, the rough mixed stones rubbed against the calloused fingertips, and a slight pain from his ten fingers to his heart was transmitted immediately.

Osamu Dazai saw his reflection in her eyes, and suddenly he thought of that little girl.

He is short, and often follows him, unable to keep up with his pace, staggering like a drunk penguin, pulling his coat and sweetly calling him Mr. Little Mermaid.

Losing interest, Nightcrawler lightly jumped off the railing.

Mao let go of the hand that was holding his clothes, Dazai's eyes fell along with her hand.Then he twitched the corners of his mouth that had been stiffened by the night wind, and the broken syllables were swept away by the next gust of wind.

... "Let's go."

In the season of long days and short nights, the children in the slums on Radium Bowl Street wore thin clothes that were consistent throughout the seasons. They did not huddle together for warmth as usual, because the scorching sun almost penetrated the simple shelter they built, as if they were in a Cut off their flesh layer by layer.

Although children like them, high temperature is better than low temperature.But even so, there are still many dangers, such as heat stroke, which is something that must be experienced every year.

The child was lying on the ground, her little face was flushed, and a child who was about the same age as her was fanning her with a few discarded newspapers, trying to make her recover.

The other children watched impassively from the corner, apparently a daily occurrence in the slums.

If you survive, you will be fine immediately, but if you fail, you will be thrown into a special place for burying corpses.

The weather is hot, and the corpses rot quickly. If they don't move properly, the air here will be polluted immediately. After all, their shelter is the most important thing.

The little boy tried his best to fan his sister. He bit his lower lip tightly and prayed that his sister could get through the difficult time.

Since their parents were found and killed by the enemy, they fled here to make a living.He and his sister lived together in the slums for several years, and the two of them were the most important people in each other's lives.

The symptoms of the girl on the ground did not subside. She probably wanted to take a big breath to get rid of the waste sweat in her body, but the scorching air at her entrance made her feel as uncomfortable as swallowing a red iron rod.

The little boy's tears kept lingering in his eyes.

My sister said that a man should not cry and cry.You must listen to your sister.

"Sister, hold on, you will definitely get better, didn't we promise to go out here together..." the little boy whispered.

Mom and Dad, if you can see, please bless my sister, even if you take me away.

Suddenly, a large shadow was shrouded in front of him. The visitor was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and the few strands of silver hair that fell showed a golden halo in the sunlight.

The light brown eyes seem to have been settled by the breeze and fine grass for centuries, even if the slightest anger exists here, it will be a trembling of the soul.

"I can save your sister."