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Seeing Mr. President so smoothly, Aoki Nansawa also touched his head.

Apart from softness, there is no other special feeling. I don't know why everyone seems to like to knead.

Mr. Nakahara also likes to touch his head, Mr. Dazai too...

What if it doesn't grow taller in the future?

Fukuzawa Yukichi clenched his fist and coughed: "Well, let Ranpo and the others discuss it with you."

It really looks like a kitten with a big question mark on its head.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, a person who likes cats but will never be loved by cats thinks so.

Nice rua.

Aoki Nanzawa didn't take the president's abnormality to heart.

He nodded politely, "Thank you for your help, if you need me in the future..."

"I'll try to make myself helpful."

Even ordinary people shouldn't be unable to do anything.

Now that he is in this situation, he also has to learn how to take advantage and become valuable.

"You don't have to say that, Aoki-kun."

Fukuzawa Yukichi said solemnly: "You are just a student who has completed your studies, and the request made by Port Mafia is embarrassing."

"It's not your problem."

His tone was serious, and it didn't look like he was joking or comforting.

Fukuzawa Yukichi thinks so.Armed detective agencies have been helping ordinary people handle commissions, don't they also have this concept?

As for Mori Ogai...Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that person very well, after all, they studied under the same person.

He will make such a request to Aoki Nanze, which is a threat, and it also shows that he is not optimistic.

He just wanted to see how far this kid could go and whether he could control it.

Just like fighting a trapped beast, the leader of the port Mafia has never been aboveboard.

Humph.

"...Thank you, President."

"The president is really a very, very nice person."

A young man in a coat is resting his chin on a suicide manual.

Hearing the latter's words, he replied casually, "Really? Ah... Compared with my last boss, it is indeed."

Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, and bent his eyes: "Then Nanze wants to try joining the detective agency?"

"Forget it," Aoki Nanzawa said sincerely, "I have to start school after the winter vacation."

The new year is coming soon, and after a while after the end of the new year, school will start.

With the help of Mr. Kunikida, the winter vacation homework is not a problem, but the port Mafia needs to be solved before then.

Osamu Dazai turned over a page of the suicide manual: "Hmm, don't you already have an idea?"

"I think Mr. Ranpo should have one too. You can bribe him with snacks, right?"

Aoki Nanzawa: "...how do you know that I think so?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his iris-colored eyes: "It doesn't seem difficult to think of it, does it?"

Looking at the relationship between the famous detective and this kid, the relationship between the two is very good.

No matter how you say it, he is an ordinary person with very upright views. Aoki Nansawa has phototaxis, not...

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "You can also ask me for help."

If Mr. Edogawa is a genius with a super high IQ but no common sense.

Then Mr. Dazai is the black mud itself that can penetrate people's hearts and use it.

Aoki Nanze hesitated: "I still..."

"Ah, speaking of which, I have compiled a document, and you may want it too."

Osamu Dazai turned his chair, took something out of the drawer, and threw it to him.

It was a not-so-light folder, and I didn't know what it contained, so it was thrown into my arms.

"I also want...?" Aoki Nanzawa opened the folder.

The next moment, the black-haired cub's expression became more complicated, and he raised his head.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "You're welcome, if you find it, remember to share the information with me."

What Mr. Dazai handed over was a piece of information about the news of the resurrection in the comics.

Aoki Nansawa also sorted it out and sent it to Mr. Zhou Fang. This is a deal he reached with the latter.

Why did Dazai-san sort it out?

The black-haired manager raised his head, and the latter had already opened the folder as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Kunikida walked in angrily, and he could also yell "I am also looking at the task information".

[Subject (new):] The purchased "Knife Chaos" has arrived, and this is the exhibition building!I love Crane Ball forever!

[Subject (new):] What is this?Was he hallucinating because he was beaten to death by the headmaster...

Aoki Nanze scanned this post at a glance, clicked it, and the ID could be blocked.

But the content of this post is so weird, it doesn't seem like what ordinary users would say?

[Altar Master Q privately chats with White Tiger]

[Talk Master Q:] Please pay attention to diving, abide by the rules of the forum, and speak after diving for three months, thank you

After posting the message, Aoki Nanze continued to refresh the management order of the forum homepage.

He was at 622 Honmaru, and Mr. Mikazuki brought him in and told him that the interrogator's room was ready.

"Originally, Honmaru didn't set this up. Everyone worked together to set it up for you."

The black-haired judge hesitated: "Thank you, but actually I don't need to..."

Sanri Yue Zongjin interrupted him: "Have you ever played the game "Blade Chaos"?"

"…No."

Tokenfusangshin, who was too beautiful, stared at him.

For Fu Sangshen who is very old, the lord is too young, especially in terms of human lifespan.

Sanri Yuezong said peacefully: "Hahaha, in fact, what the lord does every day is what is required in the game."

"In addition to the 622 Honmaru, there are many other Honmaru, which also have God-inspectors."

These things are not difficult to think of, and the game setting of "Knife Chaos" is like this.

Each Honmaru has its own serial number, and likewise, it has its own examiner.

Daojian Fusang said: "Other judges have their own residences, and you, too, will have one, my lord."

Even if it is true that Aoki Nanze does not come to live permanently, this is the intention of Token Fusangshen in Honmaru.

Although the name of the dark fall has blocked many people, but because of this, the chosen lord is even more rare.

Aoki Nanze was stunned for a long time before he said: "...Thank you."

He never regarded himself as a god judge, Aoki Nanze only thought of him as a colleague.

Provide mutual benefits in exchange, he will do what he should do, but he has never thought about anything else.

"Sanriyue Palace, is the Lord still here?"

The black-clothed crane jumped down from the treetops, carrying with it a whole body of fine leaves and sunlight.

"Ah, the lord is here!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked his red eyes.

"Come, come, master, take a look at what we have prepared for you—the little knives who have just awakened from Kuritaguchi spent a lot of energy here."

Many of Kuritaguchi's short knives are sleeping, which Aoki Nansawa heard from Yishin in the first episode.

The latter used a very calm tone, but he didn't ask too much, and he always felt that it was not a good thing to ask.

622 Honmaru covers a large area, but most of the places are sealed.

Aoki Nanzawa also just saw his own room, which was specially built.

Before that, it was still a sealed corridor, but at this time, it has been wiped clean.

"Ah, Yamabukiri is here too."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga pushed the interrogator forward, not forgetting to greet his colleagues.

Honmaru has been closed for so long, except for the sleeping Touken Fusangshin, most of them are already familiar with it.

The young man in a gray and white cloak raised his eyes, and pulled his hood again.

He was holding a rag in his hand, and seemed to be cleaning up the corridor, and the wooden floor was as clean as new.

"Hello, my lord."

Aoki Nansawa said politely, "Mr. Yamabagiri is good."

"..."

#What kind of experience will two social barriers get together

Tsurumaru Kuninaga pushed his shoulder: "Okay, lord, let's go in and have a look, this is the lord's room!"

It was placed in the center of the Honmaru, and it was also the most beautiful place when it was first constructed.

At the beginning of the construction of the 622 Honmaru, the position of the God-inspector was not considered. This is a Honmaru that does not require a God-inspector.

It will be much more difficult to re-plan it out, but it is still done.

Aoki Nanzawa hesitated and opened the sliding door.

The room was bright and clean, with a large window facing the cherry tree in the courtyard.

"There's nothing inside yet, because I don't know what the lord needs...Next time I go to Wanwu to buy it!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga leaned against the door: "Other things are ready, the guards on the table are made by short knives."

There are a few simple omori on the desk, the stitches are very rough.

The short knives in Honmaru, especially the Kuritaguchi family, count as one, and they are all ready and put here.

The black-haired Fu Sangshen shrugged: "In fact, other swords also have this idea...but it's not suitable."

Dark Falling Sword, the things made will definitely not contain the meaning of protection.

In comparison, only the short knives who have slept for too long and have a lighter breath can do this.

The black mist lingered on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's clothes all the time.

Obviously, it will not be ignored, but Aoki Nansawa did not ask.

He seems to have tacitly agreed that the sword Fusangshin of 622 Honmaru will bear this mark on every one.

Even when traveling to other worlds with the lord, it is necessary to incarnate as the main body.

On the main body, there are also cracks and black marks that cannot be hidden, which cannot be ignored at all.

The black-haired interrogator turned his head: "Mr. Tsurumaru, I don't know..."

He seemed to be struggling with the words and didn't know how to say it more appropriately.

In the end, facing Fusangshen's blood-like red eyes, the human cub thanked him earnestly.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness."

He could see what marks Mr. Tsurumaru and the others had on their bodies, but Aoki Nansawa didn't ask.

It's self-protection and keeping a distance.

Heihe stretched his waist, walked in, and bent slightly.

That pair of beautiful ruby-like pupils looked at the god-inspector at the same level, full of emotion.

"Master, don't worry, no matter what, Sword Fusangshen will always be loyal to you."

"If the lord prefers a different look..."

In the sight of the god judge, the blackness faded, like the end of the night.

The clean, spotless white occupies the entire field of vision, so bright that no one can ignore it.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga bent his bright golden eyes: "White cranes exist too?"

[Altar Master Q privately chats with White Tiger]

[Baihu:] Is this real... What do you mean by what you said?

[Baihu:] The dean can't see it, does that mean only I can see it?I'm so tired and hungry, can you communicate with me?

[Baihu:] Beating and scolding, confinement, am I an unlikable person, should I not live?Forget it, you won't reply to me, will you?

[Baihu:] I want to know, you won't reply me, it's all an illusion created by my imagination!

【Altar Master Q:】...