Abilities are not the goddess of Mao

Of course, not everyone can accept the thunder thrown by Mochizuki.

Akiko Yosano, whose ability is called "Please Don't Die", has the most say on this. Her ability is to heal any trauma, but the condition for activation is that the treated person enters a near-death state.

And when Yosano Akiko was young, because of such a rare and powerful ability, she was controlled by someone who wanted to create an undead and invincible army. She tried the ability repeatedly in the military and police until some of the military and police who served as testees had psychological problems. Suicide is over.

In that dark life with Akiko Yosano, he couldn't bear the reality and closed his heart. He lived in a muddle until he met Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo before he walked out of that period of time.

It can be said that she is the most sensitive to the abilities of "immortality" and "resurrection".

Yosano Akiko, who was previously easily obsessed with the cute little movements of the moon-watching cat, suddenly stared at those sensitive keywords.

But in the days of the detective agency, she did come out of the past completely, so she just looked at Mochizuki with complicated eyes, and didn't become heavy because of the associated memories.

If it was Mochizuki, with such invincible strength, and Dazai's caretaker, she wouldn't have fallen into the situation where she was controlled by others and her life was worse than death.

But the premise is that good people must be protected.

The complexity of the human heart is unimaginable.

Thinking about it this way, Mochizuki found Dazai to be his brother, which is actually a good thing.

After all, that guy is so intelligent and close to a monster that it is frightening.

And Osamu Dazai, who was chanting in Yosano Akiko's heart, chuckled as if he had guessed that she would be so mentally active.

His eyes swept across the door, and at the same time, he also glanced at the combined ability user Ellen Poe who was placed in the play without a trace.

Of course it will be taken care of.

Atsushi Nakajima also remembered that there was an outsider in this room.

He hesitated and walked to Poe's side: "Well, can you please not tell what you heard?"

Edgar Allan Poe still has the look of extreme social phobia, but he is also one of the famous detectives who are proud and arrogant, so he is not in the least bit guilty of the combat-type superhuman Renhu who shined brilliantly in the last war .

The upright Poe immediately said: "I will tell Francis. Although I have no regrets about losing the information of the white whale to you in order to compete with Mr. Ranpo, but as compensation, those who have the resurrection ability I will tell Francis about the news of the supernatural being."

"Francis came to Yokohama to revive his daughter, and this news is very important to him."

Atsushi Nakajima was shocked: "But if you tell Francis, he might do something dangerous to Yokohama. There has already been a war, so are you going to start a second war?"

Poe's thick bangs obscured his expression, but his voice expressed his arrogance and indifference: "So what. What happens in Yokohama has nothing to do with me."

Atsushi Nakajima: "You... how could you do this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the anxiety broke out in his heart, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He had a flash of inspiration and looked back——

Mr. Ranpo leisurely knelt at the table discussing the cake with Miyazawa, and Osamu Dazai lowered his head and brushed Mochizuki's hair time after time, as if he was stroking a cat.

But the two intelligent seniors whose IQs are so high that people can't keep up with the rhythm, are doing their own things without exception, and they don't pay attention to them at all.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Did they calculate something again?

Poe, of course, was also a detective with astonishing powers of observation, and he could see the reason for their unafraid attitude.

However, as a mad dog fan of Mr. Ranpo, Edgar Allan Poe, who always aims to overcome the above thoughts, is naturally not to be outdone.

He laughed sinisterly: "Although you smashed the white whale, Francis' biggest advantage is his money and influence. You can rest assured, because the bigger the enterprise, the more places it will be restrained. If I remember correctly, the person who stayed with that girl at the time was a cadre of the Port Mafia..."

Hinata Mochizuki raised his head when he heard the key words, and let out a murderous look with his eyes wide open: "Who dares to touch my son? I'll kill him!"

Although the murderous aura released by a top fighter is a ray of warning, it is also a powerful deterrent, and even condenses into a real wave of wind and waves, aiming at someone and flying in a straight line, blowing Ellen Poe into chaos His hair danced even more wildly.

The aim was so accurate that even Atsushi Nakajima, who was in front of Poe, was hit by the blast.

Since the armed detective agency is armed, everyone is naturally skilled.Except for Edogawa Ranpo who had a normal expression, everyone responded.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hand on the knife subconsciously, and the former mafia cadre Osamu Dazai who was closest to Mochizuki also tensed up for a moment.

But Mochizuki's warning was only for a moment.

After the burst of instinctive guarding passed, they belatedly realized what Mochizuki said just now.

Ok……

In the previous war, before the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia had reached an armistice agreement, Zhong Yuan Zhong also fought against two members of the agency before coming to their secret base alone as a messenger of the Port Mafia.

This was the closest they'd ever come into contact with the young cadre of the Port Mafia.Afterwards, although everyone played their own roles in the war, there was no more direct contact.

The powerful skill of that superhuman left a deep impression on them. He really deserved to be the most powerful supernatural being in Yokohama City and even in Japan.

But Mochizuki's words... are a bit unbelievable.

son?

Did you mishear the pronunciation?

If it's relatedness, it won't make sense even if it's explained by supernatural powers; if it's conceptual, it's too unbelievable.

Probably because I didn't know what to say after drinking.

But Osamu Dazai achieved his goal of getting Mochizuki drunk to some extent by mistake. Not only that, he also gloated at the little dwarf's reputation.

He even added fuel to the fire and asked Mochizuki: "Is that how you see the little dwarf? Do you see him as your son?"

Hinata Mochizuki nodded unconsciously: "Yeah."

Dazai Osamu's eyes flashed with darkness, and then he whispered in a low voice that only Mochizuki could hear, as if casually said: "Aren't you a lover?"

"Lover?" Mochizuki lowered her voice like Nissan, turned her head, and muttered, "Um... I don't know."

Mochizuki's voice has the unique sticky feeling after drunkenness, even the unintentional words sound like coquetry: "I have never been in love, how do I know..."

The two brothers and sisters were sticking together, and came over to ask curiously, but it was Izumi Kyoka who had just left the port mafia: "Hinata-kun, why do you think Mr. Nakaya is your son?"

When she asked this question, Quan Jinghua had a calm face, as if she was not talking about such a ridiculous question.

"Huh? Son?" Hinata Mochizuki blinked innocently, "Son, my own!" with a proud tone.

As she said that, she gave a thumbs up and smiled heartily with her eyes closed, "Self-reproduction is awesome!"

Quan Jinghua looked at Wangyue calmly, nodded, "So she was drunk."

As soon as the words came out, everyone believed them, and they all looked away and chatted about their own things.

What Hinata Mochizuki said was the truth, but no one believed this sentence because he was drunk.

——But it’s not necessarily that no one believes it.

Osamu Dazai patted Mochizuki, and looked at Poe calmly: "If you want to tell Francis, as a defeated team, it is better to consider the attitude of asking for help."

Ellen Poe, who was defeated by the general, made a displeased voice: "Tsk..."

Osamu Dazai just lowered his head, and his face immediately showed astonishment.

When he looked over, Mochizuki happened to hold the glass and drank the last sip of the rose red fruit wine in the glass.

And as Mochizuki drank the wine, her cheeks and ears gradually became redder and redder at a vivid speed, and finally flushed and tender, as if painted with brightly colored blush, it can't help but remind people Begonia Spring Sleeping is such a beautiful scenery.

Mochizuki didn't look ugly after being drunk, on the contrary, she seemed to have put on thicker makeup, which added a bit of beauty.It makes people feel that some people are blessed by nature, and beauties are still so beautiful after being drunk.

Obviously he had put the wine glass out of Mochizuki's reach.

Osamu Dazai looked at Mochizuki's expression, and focused on her gradually becoming more distracted.

He glanced at the position Mochizuki was hanging on him—slightly curled up against him, his face buried in his chest, but after letting go of his hands and neck, his clothes shielded her from her touch.

No wonder you can use the ability to get the wine glass.

Osamu Dazai took the glass with one hand and put it on the table easily with his long arm, and pressed the other hand on the top of Mochizuki's head, with a helpless tone: "What a disobedient kitten. I've said it all, good boys shouldn't drink."

And Mochizuki didn't know whether he heard Dazai Ni's words, obediently let Dazai take the wine glass, and subconsciously rubbed Nisan's palm, looked at Dazai and smiled stupidly.

"Strawberry flavor, it's delicious..."

As he spoke, he tried to suck the wine bottles and glasses on the table into his palms, but Osamu Dazai grabbed his wrist and used his ability to stop the activation of his personality.

Mochizuki was not annoyed at being caught, but grabbed Dazaini's hand and played with his slender fingers with great interest like a toy, just like she did when they were sleeping on the same bed before. Same action as before.

Probably a person with a childlike innocence can turn everything into a toy, and he doesn't know what fun his fingers have.

Osamu Dazai sighed helplessly, and grasped Mochizuki's two hands that were likely to continue to make trouble with one hand.

"President, Mochizuki is drunk, I'll take her back first."

"Yes." Fukuzawa Yukichi replied calmly.

Mochizuki's hands were not small, but Osamu Dazai's hands could wrap her two hands together.Osamu Dazai kept holding her hands like this and led her out. Mochizuki raised his hands like a prison inmate, but inexplicably like a pet being led away by its owner.

The two left under the slightly strange eyes of the members of the detective agency.

As soon as he walked out of the detective agency, Mochizuki began to twist his body restlessly, breaking free from Osamu Dazai's restraint.

Even without supernatural powers, Mochizuki's arm strength is not something Osamu Dazai can control.

However, Osamu Dazai obviously did not compete with Mochizuki in terms of strength.

As soon as Mochizuki's two hands were free, she grabbed the hand that Osamu Dazai was holding just now.

She flattened Osamu Dazai's fingers with one hand, inserted the fingers of the other hand into the gap between the fingers, and then bent the pulp of five fingers against the back of the hand.

Mochizuki raised his head to meet Dazai Osamu who was looking down, and smiled as sweetly as if it was made of candy: "This is the right way to hold hands."

The author has something to say: I just hold hands and feel that it will last for a long time. That's why I say that the shares should be fixed before exerting force.

In addition, I think a person with the temperament of Zai is really suitable for starting a car, he is not suitable for pure love (no).Think about Zai, he has a strong desire for control, a bad personality, a good brain and many tricks, because he has no face and skin, so he has no shame. To some extent, he is unexpectedly honest, and his loneliness can also be obtained from being monopolized to some extent. Happy, well... no wonder it can be attacked or accepted.