Port Mafia Play House

The mission failed.

Not only did it fail, but the enemy completely saw through its intentions.

That's about as bad as it gets.

The electronic equipment on his body was completely searched, and even the hidden emergency device was found. The other party was a veteran in assassination and lurking.

Just looking at the appearance with long hair and a dress, I really can't tell it at all.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki watched the numbers displayed on the elevator climb all the way, and the cold sweat on his back soaked his shirt.

She seemed to realize it all of a sudden—this was the Port Mafia.

No matter how easy Dazai Osamu said, no matter how nonsensical the task is, it can't change this fact.

This is the Port Mafia, a murderous criminal organization.

The scalp tingled for a while, and the scenes of torture in the movie came to mind one by one. Tsujimura Fukatsuki swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his fingers clenched into fists on both sides of his body.

Damn, it's all because she was too reckless before...

Thinking of the possible torture, Tsujimura Fukatsuki tensed up all over.

The elevator door opened.

The long corridor covered with soft carpets is in sight, and the smoky agarwood is lit under the decorative oil paintings. Although it looks far from the dark dungeon, Tsujimura Fukatsuki dare not take it lightly.

The black-haired girl led her to the painted red wooden door, knocked three times, and after a while, the door opened - revealing a head that was half black and half white.

It's Q.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki knew him.

Obtaining a supernatural license means that Port Mafia can legally use supernatural powers in Yokohama, but it also means that all supernatural power users in Port Mafia must report to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Brain Hell, a terrifying supernatural ability of the spiritual department, and a very distorted personality, will smile and watch the target attack each other, a cruel and ruthless existence.

Sure enough—the port mafia is trying to destroy her spiritual defense!

Tsujimura Mizuki's heart tightened, and his body calmly put on a defensive posture.

The head looked left and right, then looked up with a lovely smile.

"Ah, Xiaoyin, you are here, August is still discussing things, come play flying chess together?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: Huh?

Said it was playing flying chess, but in the end it was really just playing flying chess.

No dungeons, no torture, no psychic attacks.

The flying chess is a luxurious upgraded version of the 6-yuan box in the [-]-yen shop. The map has obvious creases, and it should look like it has been played many times. Tsujimura Mizuki threw a dice blankly—— A "[-]" was drawn.

"Whoa-" x2

The other two looked amazed and applauded in unison.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

Now you mafia is like this?

She picked up her chess piece, followed the number of steps on the dice, and reached the end step by step.

Q's low voice came from in front of him.

"Why is Ms. Tsujimura winning again..."

Tsujimura Fukazuki's eyes froze.

Are you dissatisfied?hurt?Is it finally getting to the point?

Then I saw the child pouted and lay down on the ground willfully.

"Stop playing, stop playing! Ms. Tsujimura is too good at flying chess—"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

That's it?

The inner door opened, and there was a low laugh.

"Q, you're playing tricks again."

The child sat up with a bang, ran over, hugged the young man's waist, and said coquettishly.

"I didn't—it's over anyway."

Tsujimura Mizuki also looked up. The white-haired young man took off his suit jacket, revealing the vest and shirt inside. Compared with the photo, he seemed more friendly, and he didn't look like a cold-blooded mafia at all.

The young man noticed her gaze and smiled at her.

"Miss Tsujimura... isn't it?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki became nervous again.

She stared closely at the eyes of the person in front of her, silently simulating the terrain she saw along the way in her mind, looking for the best escape route.

Then I heard the young man ask with a smile.

"Have you had dinner? We just have dinner tonight, are we together?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: Huh?

So, is this mission a success or a failure?

Sitting at the port mafia dinner party, Tsujimura Mizuki was numb.

Do they... have such a good relationship with the port mafia?

After such a short time, three waves of people passed by, asked her who she was, and then pulled her to toast.

The little girl had just graduated two years ago, so she couldn't stand the persistent persuasion of these old fritters. She was dizzy and didn't even notice that it was a dinner party of the port mafia. , but only saw a few.

Sometimes, fragmentation and sobriety may be only a glass of sake away.

Hayakawa August smiled and picked up the wine bottle, and poured a glass of Kyoto's laurel wreath for Tsujimura Mizuki.

In the middle of the night in Yokohama, a young man drove the drunk Tsujimura Mizuki back to the rented apartment.

The little girl blushed and cursed in the back seat.

"That—Osamu Dazai! And Ayatsuji pedestrians! What a nuisance!"

"I'm obviously a secret agent, secret agent! I'm not your servant, okay?"

"Ah, I'm so pissed off! Just thinking about it makes me so pissed off!"

August spoke softly while driving.

"What's the matter? What did they tell you to do?"

Tsujimura Fukazuki was incoherent angrily.

"Osamu Dazai asked me to help him spy on his crush! What kind of job is this? Compared with these, I want to deal with the problem of demons and books! Although I don't know what it is! But it sounds very handsome!"

August asked: "The devil and the 'book'?"

"Yes..." Tsujimura Fukatsuki replied, "Mr. Dazai said that he went to deal with the issue of the devil and the book—"

Tsujimura Mizuki's memory ends here.

the next morning.

A shriek came from Tsujimura's rented apartment, startling birds that were parked in the trees away.

What did she say yesterday?

Tsujimura Mizuki sat on the bed with messy long hair and a dull expression.

On the right, the phone buzzed.

Caller ID: Mr. Dazai.

Tsujimura Mizuki felt guilty for a while, and answered the phone tremblingly.

"Moses, Moses—" came the young man's rambling voice, "How was the mission yesterday, Ms. Tsujimura."

"I'm sorry..." She apologized seriously, "Mr. Dazai, I seem to have leaked the secrets of the Supernatural Secret Service, I will bear all the responsibilities, what punishment..."

"Ah, this." Osamu Dazai interrupted her, "It's okay, those words were meant for you."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: ...

what?

Not paying attention to the strange silence of the person opposite, Osamu Dazai continued, "So, did August ask you to bring me anything?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was still in a very complicated mood, and it took him a long time to realize, "No, no..."

"Mr. Hayakawa sent me back to the apartment and left without saying anything."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but after she finished saying this, the air pressure on the other end of the phone dropped instantly.

After a long time, there was a deep laugh.

"Ah, that's it." He said, "Then, there may be another task in the future, and I will trouble Ms. Tsujimura."

Tsujimura Shenyue felt that she was completely used.

What's annoying is that she has no idea what she's thinking when using these two sides of her.

So, wouldn't it be good to sit together face to face and have an open and honest talk! ?

What are you doing to torment her when you have nothing to do!

I've never seen anyone fall in love so twisted!

The next task that Osamu Dazai said was a charity dinner held by the Suzuki Group in a few weeks.

Someone sent a crime warning letter to the Suzuki Foundation, warning that on the day of the dinner, bombs would be used to blow up the venue and all the participants.

Similar notice letters have been sent out several times, and almost all major Japanese conglomerates have received them, but the bomb actually exploded only once, so the Suzuki Group refused to suspend the dinner, but handed it over to the official investigation.

This should have been the scope of the public security. The reason why the Ability Secret Service Division was involved was because in the only one explosion case, no matter what technical means were used, it was impossible to locate the center of the explosion and the type of bomb.

Anyway, this is still a serious task.

Much better than spying on your crush.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki's attitude is very serious.

She diligently checked the security measures of the venue, asked about the schedule of the meeting, and contacted the sniper team and bomb disposal experts to be on call at any time.

Although, as her titular partner-Osamu Dazai has been doing nothing.

She is checking the security facilities at the venue.

Osamu Dazai was molesting the reception lady at the door.

She's asking about the schedule for tonight's meeting.

Osamu Dazai is looking for a suitable place to hang himself.

She was flipping through the archives of past events.

Osamu Dazai slumped on the sofa holding his mobile phone and sending messages...

"You should be more modest, Mr. Dazai!" Tsujimura Mizuki couldn't bear it anymore, "If this crime prediction comes true, hundreds of people at the scene will all lose their lives—not to mention, similar cases have already happened! "

Osamu Dazai didn't show any nervousness at all, and he didn't even take his eyes off the phone screen.

"But—" he dragged his voice, "we've run out of options, aren't we?"

"The meeting place has been checked in all aspects, and no traces of bombs have been found. Those who join the meeting have to check their belongings and even pass fingerprint verification. The highest-level national meeting is nothing more than that?"

"Otherwise, Ms. Tsujimura brings a bomb to the venue and blows up the venue in advance. Maybe it can save everyone..."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "..."

Which side is this person on?