What should I do if I am disqualified in the adult room?

"Do you remember..."

"Ah."

"Okay, then I will replace you now."

In the document processing room on the third floor, Osamu Dazai stood up and gave the computer to Satomi.

This is the seventh month since they came to the underground office to cleanse themselves, and it is also the month when the cherry blossoms are the most beautiful in a year.But for Dazai Osamu and Satomi who were locked underground, no matter how well the cherry blossoms on the ground bloomed, it had nothing to do with them who were underground.

"Well... Change it there again... Yes, that's it."

Osamu Dazai leaned over and stood beside Satomi, with one hand supporting the back of the chair and the other pointing at the computer screen, correcting Satomi's mistakes.

Now that I have decided to re-teach Sakai Sato how to be a person, from the wisdom and methods of dealing with people to the common sense and some etiquette in daily life, these things that Osamu Dazai ignored before have to be picked up. stand up.

So, when Satomi had no field missions, Osamu Dazai, like today, began to teach Satomi some skills that belong to this modern society.There are too many gaps in Satomi's body. After three years of failed guided education by the port mafia, Osamu Dazai no longer expects him to fill it in himself, and can only cram duck education by himself.

"Ahhh...why is this thing so troublesome!"

Suddenly, a violent voice broke the peace in the document processing room.

Osamu Dazai put down his hand pointing at the computer screen, and looked at the table next to them.

Yamazaki, who was tortured to the point of going crazy by writing letters, was hugging his head and crying to the sky.Other than Osamu Dazai, those who were attracted by Yamazaki's voice were also the duty clerk in the underground office who sent and received documents in the document processing room.

A short-haired woman in the uniform of the Supernatural Secret Service came over, tapped Yamazaki's table lightly, and said helplessly, "Yamazaki-kun, keep your voice down. You're disturbing other people."

"Ah, sorry sorry!"

Realizing what stupid thing he had just done, Yamazaki quickly put down his hands on his head, clasped his hands together to apologize to the staff of the Supernatural Secret Service, and gestured a zipper on his mouth, expressing that he would keep Quiet.

"Do you need help?" Dazai Osamu straightened up after the staff member of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division left, and said to Yamazaki who was lying on the table, looking like he was about to vomit his soul.

"It's okay." Hearing this, Yamazaki stopped at Dazai, and declined Dazai's kindness. "I'm just worrying about how to write this month's letter to my brother, don't worry about me if you're busy!"

Osamu Dazai nodded, raised his finger again and pointed to a certain line of code on the computer screen, correcting the mistake he just made for Satomi.

During the period of underground whitewashing, they cannot contact the outside world at will.The only chance to contact the outside world is to write a letter to the family once a month to report safety.After all, most of the people who came to the underground office to wash their hands still had their own families or important relatives.If they lost contact for too long, it would be difficult to explain when they left the underground office in the future.Therefore, the Ability Secret Service Division gave all those who came to the underground to launder the opportunity to write letters to their families to report their safety once a month.

Of course, this letter was not written indiscriminately.All letters sent out by special personnel from the underground office will be strictly reviewed by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and nothing about the underground office can be revealed.Like Yamazaki, he writes letters to his brother every month about how he digs oil in Antarctica...

However, there are also people like Osamu Dazai who never write letters to the outside world because of trouble.For one thing, Osamu Dazai didn't have anyone who needed him to write a letter to report his safety.Secondly, he felt that it was unnecessary.

When he came to the underground office, he didn't hide the news that Oda Sakunosuke was still alive from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so as long as Sakaguchi Ango still felt a little bit guilty for Oda Sakunosuke, then based on the past feelings of the three of them, He would naturally help him take care of Oda Sakunosuke and the children.

Anyway, he and Satomi will stay underground for two years, and it won't be too late to have a drink with Oda Sakunosuke after they get out.

"Sorry to bother you."

At this time, another short-haired woman in the uniform of the Supernatural Secret Service came over.She glanced at Yamazaki who was lying on the table and Satoshi who was sitting at the next table, and asked politely, "Is it Yamazaki-kun and Shi-kun, right?"

Unaware of the words, Li raised his eyes to look at the staff member of the Supernatural Secret Service, nodded and said, "I am."

"Please come with me." The staff member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Your captain Shinohara is waiting for you in the meeting room above."

"There is another mission..."

Hearing Shinohara's name, Yamazaki put down his pen and stood up listlessly from his seat. "I just finished my last mission report yesterday... please forgive me and let us rest for two more days."

"I remember that Group A hasn't been on a mission for almost a week, why not let them go!"

"I'm sorry, this is arranged by the above. I can't make the decision either."

Yamazaki's bargain was ruthlessly rejected.

Osamu Dazai, who was used to it, straightened up, let go of the back of the chair and took a step back to make way for Satomi.

"Feel sorry."

Satomi apologized quietly to Osamu Dazai.

"It's okay, go and do your work, and continue next time."

Saying so, Osamu Dazai sat back in the seat he had just taken, and then started the task he took as a case study,

The whitewashing work in the underground office is like this, there are always all kinds of overtime shifts.Regardless of whether it is the clerical team or the field team, as long as there is an emergency, even if they are asleep, they will be woken up in the middle of the night, and they have no human rights at all.

"Hey, uncle, what are we going to do this time?"

After changing their equipment, Yamazaki and Satomi followed Shinohara and left the basement office by taking the No. [-] elevator they took most often.

Originally called to the conference room, Yamazaki thought that there was some important task, but he didn't expect that there was only Shinohara waiting for them there.Not only that, this time it was rare for Shinohara not to tell them the content of the mission, but to go to the No. [-] elevator to wait for him after telling them to go back and change their equipment.

"It's so mysterious..."

Yamazaki, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, took out two lollipops from his pocket, tore one open himself, and threw the other to Satomi who was sitting in the back tidying up his leggings.

"You don't want us to assassinate some important government officials, do you?"

Yamazaki stuffed the lollipop into his mouth, and then continued: "Let's talk about it first... I don't know how to do assassination. If you want me to do assassination, I will let you in from the front door openly."

"rest assured."

Shinohara, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and parked the car in an unobtrusive corner.

"I don't want you to assassinate, but to steal something."

"Huh? Stealing?"

Yamazaki bit down the lollipop in his mouth, then casually threw the remaining stick at his feet.

"It's just stealing something, do you dare to hide it like this!"

Shinohara rolled down the car window and raised his hand to signal Yamazaki to shut up first.

At this time, a woman wearing standard business attire who looked like an urban elite white-collar worker came over and handed a brand new kraft paper bag to Shinohara through the car window.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Quan."

Shinohara smiled at the government spy who sent them the information.

The woman he called Mrs. Quan whispered to Shinohara by brushing her loose hair behind her ears, "Be careful, it seems that someone from the reference room has also been sent there."

Shinohara heard this and nodded.Then roll up the window and drive away.

Yamazaki, who was sitting in the co-pilot, naturally didn't miss the conversation between the two just now, so he couldn't help asking: "What is the reference room?"

"Special data sorting room."

Shinohara did not hide anything from Yamazaki, and explained to Yamazaki while tearing open the kraft paper bag he got from the spy: "It is a special talent agency that belongs to the country just like the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"What you asked us to steal..."

Yamazaki took out another lollipop from his pocket, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Could it be this reference room?"

"That's not it."

Shinohara quickly browsed through the materials in his hand, and then handed them to Yamazaki, asking him to pass them to Satomi sitting behind after reading them.

"What you are going to steal is a potion from the XX Biological Research Institute, which cooperates with the Special Data Collection Office."

Hearing this, Yamazaki paused when he was flipping through the documents, raised his head to look at Shinohara, and asked puzzledly, "Aren't you two government agencies? This kind of thing should directly ask your boss to ask about the special document sorting." If it’s just a room, why use a stolen one.”

Shinohara didn't answer Yamazaki immediately, but after driving the car out of the alley, he said, "The special data collection room belongs to the school of onmyojis and magicians. Although it is the same government agency as our Supernatural Secret Service Division, it actually has nothing to do with it." not good."

"If we can get what we want directly, we won't let you steal it."

"Oh--"

Yamazaki dragged out the ending, and handed over the document he had finished reading to Satomi who was sitting behind.

"Factional fighting, I understand."

Shinohara didn't speak, and drove her car intently.

The relationship between the special data collection room, the military police, and the supernatural secret service department is not a secret in Japanese political circles. Anyone who wants to inquire can know. Although the relationship between the three companies seems to be very good on the surface, in fact, in private The factional struggles in the country are very serious.

Like this mission, what the Supernatural Secret Service Division asked Satomi and Yamazaki to steal was the product of the research in the Special Data Collection Room—a drug that can stimulate the potential of the operator in a short period of time, similar to a stimulant.

Probably due to the influence of Osamu Dazai's education in the past few months, Satomi felt that the potion written on the information Shinohara gave them should not be as simple as it seems.The thing that can make the Supernatural Secret Service Division not hesitate to send the underground office belonging to the dark side to steal... Could it be just a stimulant that only works on operators with special blood?

Satomi was a little skeptical.

However, he could only doubt it.After all, they are just wage earners of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.Wage earners are not qualified to know such secrets involving factional struggles.

"I will not act with you on this mission."

Shinohara parked the car on the hill of the biological research institution in the suburbs of Tokyo, near the special data collection room.

The location in the valley more than ten kilometers away from them is their destination this time.To be on the safe side, Shinohara could not act together with Yamazaki and Satomi.He is a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Even though he has been transferred to the underground office for several years, there is no guarantee that no one in the special data organization room will recognize him.

"Be careful yourself, I'll wait for you here, if it doesn't work, retreat."

Satomi Sato nodded, ignored Yamazaki's struggle, covered Yamazaki's mouth, picked him up and jumped down from the top of the mountain.

Shinohara stood for a long time looking at the direction where the two disappeared.When the shadow on the ground stretched to the limit as the sun set, he rarely lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers.

The Special Documentation Office is the only organization responsible for dealing with demon affairs in Japan, and it is an existence that is even more mysterious than the Supernatural Secret Service Division.The biological research institute under it is naturally not an ordinary creature.

The information they gave Satomi and Yamazaki was indeed concealed as Satomi guessed, but Shinohara had no choice.In the final analysis, Satomi and Yamazaki are just temporary workers in the underground office, and they are not qualified to know anything deeper.

Even knowing that the integrity of the information plays a decisive role at many critical moments, Shinohara can only follow the order from above to conceal the information about the special data collection room from Satomi and Yamazaki.

Because sometimes the position is so involuntary.

Now Shinohara only hopes that Satomi's supernatural ability, which can be called a bug like Osamu Dazai, can be effective against the magical beasts raised in the biological research institute in the special data sorting room, as they guessed.Otherwise, if something happened to the two of them, Xiao Yuan felt that he might not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"Forgive me, Yamazaki..."

Shinohara moved the cigarette between her fingers to her mouth, and took a deep breath.

The sparks from the cigarette butts flickered, just like in the biological research institute more than ten kilometers away, Li Jian lost his last perception of this world.

It was a hot red like a flame, and like a flame, burning Li Jian lost his last sanity.

……

"Zhijun, you are bleeding!"