Yokohama 8pm Theater

Yokohama at night is the soil where darkness is most likely to grow.

In this area with mixed forces and weak government power, at night when the port mafia manages, anything that cannot be carried out during the day is staged in turn like a market that has already been prepared.

Murder for goods, execution of traitors, smuggling transactions.

As the chief social animal of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Ango Sakaguchi has seen a lot, and has dealt with many of these things at his own risk.

However, today he didn't work overtime in the middle of the night because of this kind of thing, and ran out of the office specially.

Late at night, in the alley shrouded in white mist, the red signboard of the bar is like a bright light that will never be extinguished. The destination of Ango Sakaguchi's trip is this bar that he has not been to for a long time.

Walking into the main entrance of the bar, the cold air is blocked out, and the orange warm lamp illuminates the not spacious steps all the way down, guiding guests to the main hall of the bar on the basement floor.

Speaking of the main hall, it is actually just a small place that can only seat a dozen or 20 people. Naturally, it is incomparable with those new-style bars that occupy prime locations and are beautifully decorated.

"Long time no see, Ango."

The red-haired young man sitting in front of the bar looked sideways. His tone was calm and his expression was also very calm. It was impossible to get a glimpse of his inner thoughts from that face alone.

Until the second before meeting the real person, Ango Sakaguchi was still not sure whether the invitation was a trap or whether his friend was really alive.

He recalled the time when he was an undercover agent in Hong Kong. Dazai said that he was so sentimental that he didn't look like an investigator of the Supernatural Secret Service who often carried out undercover missions.These words may be mixed with some personal emotions, but now it seems that they are not wrong.

Knowing that it might be a trap, he could have investigated it first before going to the appointment, and even secretly arranged for a few subordinates to accompany him, but in the end he chose to come alone.

"Why don't you come and sit?"

Perhaps because he had been standing on the steps for a while, the red-haired young man Oda Sakunosuke put down the glass in his hand and asked again.

Ango Sakaguchi took a deep breath, relaxed his body, walked to the bar, and sat on the empty seat to the left of Oda.He ordered a glass of "goldenfizz" cocktail with his boss, and then he began to carefully look at his friend who hadn't seen him for many years.

"... To be honest, I was really surprised and happy to see you."

"...Oda, it's great that you're still alive."

"...What exactly happened seven years ago? Even with the power of the Supernatural Secret Service, we haven't found any specific information. Where have you been these seven years? How have you been?"

Ango Sakaguchi said a lot, and his voice was the only one echoing in the bar for a long time.

He was accompanied by the soothing classical tunes played by the old phonograph, and occasionally there was the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the glass wall.Such a relaxed and slow-paced atmosphere finally calmed down Ango Sakaguchi's turbulent heart when he finished his last word.

The prepared cocktails were placed on the table.

For a long time, the two people sitting side by side did not speak, just drinking in silence.

Suddenly, Ango Sakaguchi said, with helplessness in his voice: "You took much longer to think and answer this time than before."

Oda laughed when he heard that.

This is not because of how funny Sakaguchi Ango's words are, but because he has finally figured out the wording of his answer.

The experience of working as a killer in his youth made Oda get used to not expressing his emotions on his face. This habit did not change even after he stopped working as a killer and joined the port mafia.However, during the seven years of accidental amnesia, perhaps it was the first time he came into contact with a life far away from the other world, and his habit, which was almost carved into his bones, unexpectedly changed a little.

The smile didn't disappear from Oda's face, which made the breath around him warm and soft. ——The feeling of belonging to "home", even Ango Sakaguchi has only seen it in those colleagues or subordinates who "must leave work on time when the time comes, and hide from overtime work like a scourge".

"Because this matter is very complicated, and Ango, you ask a lot of questions."

Oda put down his wine glass and continued: "Simply put, what happened seven years ago was caused by the separation of Green King Bishuiliu and Guochang Road, and they no longer exist. I fell into the sea and lost my memory, and was rescued. I married the girl who saved me a few years ago, and now I'm working for the King of Gold at "Ashiki-in". "

"You're married? That's not bad." Ango Sakaguchi blessed him sincerely.

"Well, Yizhi is very good. She not only saved me and took me in, but also unconditionally supported me in writing novels. We also opened a newspaper called "Daily Daily" together. Meeting her was probably the biggest moment in my life. luck."

"Wait a minute—! "Daily Daily"? That's what you opened?!"

Oda didn't expect Ango Sakaguchi's reaction to be so big, and the focus of attention fell on the newspaper.

He thought for a while, and asked, "Could it be that you, Ango, also participated in the game of "betting on who will die first, the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters or the king of gold"? "

"Where did this come from

gambling!Is it necessary to gamble? — No, wait a minute!Let me stroke it first..."

Ango Sakaguchi lowered his head, as if his worldview had been subverted.

After finally digesting the "huge lethal" but not much useful information, and stripping out the key points, Ango Sakaguchi raised his head and looked at Oda next to him.

"You asked me to come today, don't you know it's as simple as reminiscing about the old days?"

"It's really not." Oda admitted, "I have encountered some difficulties here, and I need the help of the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"What kind of difficulty can't even be solved by the "Untimely Institute"? "

Gently shaking his wine glass, Oda truthfully replied: "It's about Hong Kong gangsters. The influence of "Fei Shiin" in Yokohama is not as great as that of the Special Intelligence University of Science and Technology. We know very little about Hong Kong gangsters, let alone the current Hong Kong gangsters. The identity of the leader. "

Ango Sakaguchi's expression suddenly became strange.

He stared at Oda with correct eyes for a long time, and then asked a question without beginning or end: "Dazai...didn't he say anything to you?"

"I just came back to my memory a few days ago. Although I went to the curry shop to meet the boss and five children, I didn't meet Dazai."

Ango Sakaguchi nodded knowingly: "But, I'm sorry, Oda. What you want to know is the confidential information of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Even I have no right to tell you 'it', otherwise it will break the "Three Quarters" Conceptual balance. "

"I see."

Oda knew Ango Sakaguchi well, and didn't think about causing trouble for him, so the original plan was not to get any information from Ango Sakaguchi.

"Two days later in the evening, I will probably go to the Supernatural Secret Service Division and get some things out. Anwu, you have been working overtime for a week. As the so-called balance between work and rest, you should give yourself time to rest."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, he had no choice but to give up.

Ango Sakaguchi withdrew his gaze, compromised and said, "I understand, thank you for your concern."

"Thank you."

Oda drank the remaining alcohol, paid for himself and Ango Sakaguchi, and prepared to leave.

"Today I invite you. If there is a chance in the future, together with Dazai, the three of us will come here for a drink again."

Ango Sakaguchi looked at Oda who had stood up, and asked him, "Since when did you become so ceremonial?"

"Probably after writing novels for too long and having a family." Oda thought for a while and replied, "I realized that it is not easy to be friends with you and have the opportunity to gather and drink together after many years. So cherish it even more."

Novelists always have richer feelings, and people who get married always cherish these ordinary happiness more.

Even Oda is not exempt from this point.

……

Two days later, in the middle of the night, the place where the Ability Secret Service Section stored important information.

It didn't take Oda too much effort to escape the patrolling staff and sneak in here.

Of course, successful infiltration is only the basic premise of this plan, and the rest is the highlight.He needs to find the one related to the leader of Hong Kong gangsters from the massive database within a limited time. Fortunately, the storage of the data follows certain rules, which reduces his workload to a certain extent.

In order for the plan to proceed smoothly, Miyata Kazue also followed and assisted Oda's actions outside.

"...Azuo, I will use illusion to cover you up, delay as long as possible, and I will leave it to you to find the information. I will contact you in 10 minutes."

"it is good."

After confirming the division of labor, Oda turned off the communication and concentrated on searching for information.

Ten minutes later, he found the video material that was said to be the negotiation scene between the new leader of Hong Kong and the black and the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Under the cover of Miyata Kazue, he returned along the same road.

When turning into the ventilation duct, Oda suddenly felt a line of sight falling on him in the darkness, he turned sharply towards a certain corner, and met a pair of dark green vertical pupils in the darkness.

"...What happened, Zuo?"

A worried voice came from the headset.

Oda lay prone in the ventilation duct, recalling the thrilling moment just now, he almost made a noise because of the weird vertical pupils that suddenly appeared.

Fortunately, it was only "almost".

"It's okay," Oda explained as he moved forward, "it's just a cat."

Although it seemed strange that there would be a cat in the important place of the reference room, Oda didn't have the time to take care of this kind of thing.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and they returned to the Ozhu Tower with the memory card. After watching the video, Oda and Kazue went home to rest in peace.

What is recorded in the video is the secret meeting between the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters and the farming chief of the Supernatural Secret Service seven years ago.

Due to the excellent candid angle, the appearance of the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters is very clearly printed on the playback screen.The face with a decent smile is none other than Mori Ogai, the former Hong Kong black leader who was rumored to have feigned death and abdicated.

"—True or false, to confuse the public. Is the so-called change of leader actually just a show for outsiders?"

In the office, Michiko turned off the finished video, folded her hands, and fell into deep thought.

It's hard not to be surprised by such a truth.

But the more you think about its authenticity, the more you feel that such a situation is the most reasonable.Just imagine, the leader of the mafia organization changes, who can still get the support of the former leader's faction after taking that position?

So it could only be——

There is no new leader, and there is no fake death replacement. From the beginning to the end, the leader of Gang Hei is Mori Ogai.

Michiko couldn't help applauding in her heart.

Her adoptive father really played a good hand, and he played everyone in his hands.

Today's headline of "Supernatural People Daily": Shocked!A government agency in Yokohama implemented the 007 work system, and the employees were overloaded with work and almost died suddenly in the office!