Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Yokohama.

"Oh my, I'm really bothering you, Mr. Gengtian." After the agreement was signed, Mori Ogai smiled and sent Gengtian out in person.

"Why, it's rare that Mr. Mori doesn't mind that our Supernatural Secret Service Division stationed troops in the territory of your port mafia. Your righteousness is admirable, and it's all for this country...but please rest assured..." Zhongtian seemed After today's events, Mori Ogai has been impressed, and he said seriously: "Our troops are only stationed outside, and will never invade inside."

The outside of the five buildings in Hong Kong, or the entire future area, belongs to the port mafia, but now it is surrounded by several places near the sea of ​​the five buildings, all of which are surrounded by military and police people. These people are all of different abilities. Or, any organization that is allowed to face this situation will be extremely flustered.

"With the words of the farming chief, I feel relieved." Mori Ogai said politely, watching him leave, and he smiled meaningfully when his car disappeared from the end of the road.

Chief indoor.

The blond girl was lying on the floor, drawing with crayons. She used white and light yellow to draw a little girl. The girl was carefully placed in a gorgeous cage with the door open.

Without raising her head, she just asked casually, "Isn't Lin Taro too cunning?"

Mori Ogai put down the pen in his hand, and rubbed his aching temple that had not rested for a long time, "Why do you say that, Alice-chan?"

"Let Little Yuk spread unknown objects close to the old 'Eternal Darkness Island', and lie about indescribable objects that will be leaked with the disappearance of Everdark Island. It failed, and the originally secretly hostile Ability Secret Service Department transferred the military and police to guard the blocks shrouded in unknown objects, which actually became a natural barrier for the port mafia."

Speaking of this, she sighed, as if lost, "No wonder Hill-chan always calls you a dark-hearted adult."

"Otherwise, the method of using Yuuke will be too high-profile, and it will easily arouse the vigilance of the government..." Mori Ogai suddenly turned serious, and said intoxicatedly with his face in his hands: "Oh, spit it out of Hill-chan's mouth, it seems 'Heart black' has become a nice title."

After a pause, he looked at Alice, hesitating to speak.

After a few breaths like this, he was a little dazed, and finally said tentatively: "Alice, you think light yellow..." His face darkened when he said this, and he stopped.

Sure enough, this pupil color would be an eyesore on anyone's face, only her... is irreplaceable...

"Rin Taro is really too boring, right?"

"Ah, it's very boring. These piles of documents... Thanks to them, when I wake up every day, the hair falling on the pillow has increased visible to the naked eye." He replied distressedly.

"I mean, how boring are you to have a conversation talking to me?" Alice looked at Mori Ogai expressionlessly and said.

"... That's true." Mori Ogai also recovered from boredom and stared back at her blankly, and then the two slowly looked out the window, their expressions synchronized to the point of horror.

It's just that deep in the eyes are also lost, as if they are waiting together...waiting for someone.

"In other words, you only need to win three rounds to be considered a winner. The rules couldn't be simpler."

The handcuffs weighing tens of kilograms on the hands of several prisoners were released by remote control and fell to the ground. The leader was a red-haired man.The remaining four people were silent under the dusty sack, and they couldn't hide their cruel hunting eyes, scanning the group of Hill and the others.

Hill observed it, and this person was the only one who couldn't read.

Let the opponent admit defeat...

"It's simple and clear." Osamu Dazai, who was also looking at the opposite side, said.

The red-haired man was in charge of speaking among the group, but he was not a high-ranking one. He seemed to be just a mouthpiece. He stepped forward a few steps to the front,

"Our side here is this—" he drew his voice in a mysterious way, "Mark, the serial killer, who do you want to send?"

The burly man tore off the sack on his head. The muscles on his body were as sharp as a stone, and there were long scars on both sides of his cheeks. He was as tall and burly as a hill.

"Let me introduce, he once brutally killed 265 innocent people in a museum, and hung the corpses on the exhibition stand. Of course, this is only the most famous one."

The red-haired man withdrew the malice from his eyes. He thought that if he directly introduced the resumes of these notorious inmates, no matter what, those people on the opposite side would definitely lose in momentum first.

"Tsk, why does this kind of rubbish still live in this world?" Zhongyuan Zhong also felt unhappy. Shouldn't such a large massacre be executed immediately?Why is it locked in the tower now?

"Chuya, if you plan to kill him, remember not to collapse the table." Osamu Dazai reminded lightly.

"Ah, I see." He jumped onto the competition platform with a single leap.

Too impatient, haven't voted yet...

Hill silently pressed o, and she looked at Chuya Nakahara's back. Although he was in the mafia, no matter where he was, the spark of heroism in his heart was still burning.

"What kind of competition do you want?" Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows.

"Competition?" Scarface seemed to find it ridiculous, "You just need to know that all you can do is stand and watch your head separate from your body."

"That is to say, if you kill you, you win." Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also cracked a malicious smile, what, isn't this very simple?

But after 2 minute.

"Bang——" Scarface was thrown out of the table, and his body knocked out a big sunken hole in the wall, hanging in the air at a height of tens of meters, as if nailed to the wall. He is now His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he struggled constantly, but he couldn't make any sound from his throat.The wraps on his body were torn apart by the force of gravity before the slightest protective effect could be provided.

Scarface's Nian was just a beginner at best, and he didn't even figure out a skill. He was just a doll who held a firearm and didn't know how to use it. Zhong Yuanzhong thought so too, and felt ironic, but he was such a clumsy person. But he dared to use unskilled weapons to slaughter unarmed people for pleasure, he slowly walked to the stage in front of Scarface.

After a pause, he took a deep look at him, "Be a good person in your next life."

In the next second, the man finally wailed and fell, followed by a sound like a sack falling to the ground, and there was no more sound.

Rimbaud played in the second round, and his opponent was a young man as thin as a bamboo pole, with a haggard face and sloppy feet.

After the two of them stood still and the official start began, countless flying knives appeared around his body, spinning at high speed.

Apparently, the throwing knife formation with thin bamboo poles did not pose any threat to Rimbaud. As soon as the golden space opened, he was subdued to the ground, but what didn't match his appearance was that this man was very stubborn, and he never said anything about admitting defeat.

There was deep malice in his eyes, as if he was provoking Rimbaud, thinking that he couldn't do anything to him, as if he already had the will to die.

Rimbaud kicked him down decisively.

The remaining three prisoners watched this scene in surprise, is he going to give up?They don't win this round only if one side dies, one side must admit defeat.

"what--"

But the sound of the thin bamboo pole falling stopped abruptly, and then he climbed up on the golden cube. When he rose to a certain level, the cube broke, and he fell down screaming again.

After repeating this for more than a dozen times, even Osamu Dazai and Hill were surprised. I didn't expect Mr. Rimbaud to have such a talent for torture!

In the end, even if he didn't die, he was almost killed. The thin bamboo pole was raised tremblingly, foaming at the mouth, and he finally surrendered. He wanted to die, but he didn't want to be tortured to death like this...

Wait, why on earth did he want to die?Shouzhugan realized this with shock in his heart. Although the days of being imprisoned are far away, he never wanted to end his life so soon!

"That girl." After losing two games in a row, the red-haired man lost his composure. He pointed to Hill, "I believe you can see that I'm the only one here who can't read abilities. If you bully a little girl, let me compare with you."

He used to be an economic fraudster. Because of his allegedly large amount of money, the unemployment rate in a city increased. He was arrested and sentenced to 199 years in prison. He did not have any extra force. Prisoners with that special ability can be said to have miserable consequences, and he was afraid that he would end up in the same way, so he had to choose a good one from the remaining few in advance.

Even if he wins this game, he thinks they are already lost, so it's better to take it easy.

Hill blinked in surprise and agreed.

"Then, little girl, the rules are very simple. You only need to guess the three puzzles I made, and you don't even need to compete with me. Correspondingly, when you guess it, I will admit defeat."

"No," Hill shook his head, with a transparent light shining in his eyes, "You don't need to admit defeat, the rule is changed to 'I win if I guess it', because before you know it, you have been defeated by one of you." If you control your will, you may not say the word 'admit defeat' until you die, so as to delay time."

The thin bamboo pole, the warrior who would rather die before surrendering, was covered in cold sweat. He said why he felt something was wrong. He looked around the people around him suspiciously, and said sharply, "Who is it? Who controlled me?"

No one answered, he yelled two more times, and then he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if he offended this person, he would be silently controlled to commit suicide.

"So what's your decision?" Hill asked.

The red-haired man swallowed and said, "Yes."

"Then the first question——" the red-haired man said: "A small boat full of watermelons is docked at the port. Throw it to the people on the shore, and what happens next?"

After a pause, he took out a note and put it on the ground between the two of them, and added: "There is only one fixed answer for each question, and it's on this note, so don't worry."

Hill looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect the question he asked to be such a question... a brain teaser?

Do not……

Hill didn't have time to think: "The boat will slowly move away from the shore. When the workers throw watermelons, the workers will receive a reaction force, and then the boat will slowly move in the direction pointed by the bow."

She looked at this man, although he saw that he was too young to compare himself with him, but he really chose the wrong person, if he chose Long'er, he would definitely win.

The red-haired man was taken aback for a moment, but he got the answer right... Such a small child?Generally speaking, almost all the hunters are well-developed limbs, so this kind of intelligence question is absolutely difficult to be accurate.

"A shop was stolen, merchandise was removed by criminals and police finally determined..."

After that, Hill answered the next two questions very easily.

They have already won three times. According to the rules, they have already met the conditions for passing the level. However, five rounds must be completed. Of course, it is optional to admit defeat directly afterward, or to compete seriously. These are optional.

The fourth round was Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. When he slowly boarded the single-plank bridge under his feet, Dazai Osamu was still saying sarcastic words: "Mr. Won."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko paused for a moment, and he turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, "Is it Dazai-kun who should be worried about this?"

Rimbaud Nakahara and even Hill nodded together, thinking that what he said made sense.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth were a little stiff, and it was fine, why did Mr. Hill and Mr. Rambo think so...

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's opponent is a woman who is a habitual offender who has committed many arson cases. Her telekinetic ability can control flames, and the four burning torches at the four corners of the platform can just provide her with convenience.

"What is this?" The woman shook the thick mist around her with her hand, and she asked contemptuously, "Handsome guy, do you think this thin mist can resist my flame?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stood by the table, his expression calm and silent.

She was going to burn Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's throat first so that he could no longer speak.

It was only when she raised her hand that she realized something was wrong, and she was shocked to find out that Nian could not mobilize the fireball, the woman felt the energy of Nian in her body was continuously drained, this feeling was very similar to the feeling when she was forced to open her fine pores back then.

She looked at Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in a panic, a fireball suddenly hit her back, she narrowly dodged it, and when she turned around, her eyes widened, and she saw a figure similar to her in astonishment Nian Puppet was hanging behind her, thinking of her constantly passing thoughts, she immediately gathered Qi around her eyes and opened her eyes. She saw the white Qi on her body continuously gathering and going towards that Nian Puppet.I want to form a ladder bridge to connect them.

Dodging a few fireballs clumsily, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked at her calmly and carefully, his cold eyes seemed to be judging whether she had the value of living.

The loss of vitality all over her body made her feel cold all over, and the man in front of her eyes showed no emotion at all, but she was just a cold-eyed bystander from birth to death, and her unimaginable direction made her more and more panicked.

At this time, a fireball happened to hit her, and she immediately cried out in pain, with a burning sensation in her arm. She used to playfully burn down residential buildings like this, and watched the people inside flee like ants.

Feng Shui took turns, and now this situation has changed to her.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I admit defeat!"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko glanced at her, and said lightly, "Although you admit defeat, I don't think you have the right to live from me."

And he's also quite curious about what the crystallization of the psychic in this world looks like.

In the end, Shibusawa Ryuhiko pinched the crystal in his hand with two fingers, continuously emitting faint white air, and shimmering with golden light.

Hill took a closer look, and the two squatted down together, like two children studying toys.

Hill asked, "It glows. Is it the unique crystal you're looking for?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko studied carefully for a while, then suddenly stared closely at Hill's eyes, brought the crystal closer to Hill, carefully compared, and finally said slowly: "Although it is very unique, it is not as beautiful as your eyes." .”

Well, should it be used as a forehead decoration for Hill?Just right with the silk of the grape spider.

Osamu Dazai was the last one to play. Seeing Hill's worried little eyes, he couldn't help but patted her little head, dumbfounded.

"Don't worry~"

On the high platform stood a man with a very melancholy appearance. He looked at Dazai Osamu, his pupils were not in focus, and he seemed to have a plan in mind.

"rule?"

"There are no rules, just let the opponent admit defeat."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai smiled, it's easy to handle.

The man was the telekinetic person who controlled the thin bamboo pole before. As before, he activated his telekinetic ability to control Osamu Dazai and make him surrender directly.

But seeing Osamu Dazai approaching slowly but not being affected by him at all, he panicked a little.

"Why can't you give me a hint—is that what you think?" Osamu Dazai approached slowly, "It's useless, my telekinetic ability can be immune to all ability effects, instead of using this method... Well, then you have to Admit defeat?"

The man backed away slowly, he was obviously just an ordinary boy, how could he have such an oppressive aura.Soon his will became firm again, he thought he would lose anyway, so it would be better to delay their time a little longer.

He rushed towards Osamu Dazai suddenly, his right fist was wrapped around Jian, if the punch hit him, internal injuries would be certain.

"I will not admit defeat even if I die!"

"Oh, oh, it's really exciting." Osamu Dazai dodged sideways, and also used a firm backhand to fight back.

"Hmm!" The man's defensive hand creaked like a cracking sound, and only then did he really realize that fighting the boy in front of him was like fighting with bare hands and a sword.

Osamu Dazai noticed that the man changed his strategy and began to hide, avoiding confrontation with him completely. He raised his eyebrows. Did he want to delay the time?He took out a dagger from his arms and threw it at the man's thigh.

The man fell to the ground in an instant, his hands covering his injured leg.

"Sir, can I admit defeat?"

The man twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he still refused to cooperate.Osamu Dazai bent down suddenly and whispered something in his ear.

The man's eyes widened in an instant, and his five sense organs were frightened and he shouted sharply: "I...I admit defeat!"

“100号希尔、225号太宰治、226号兰波、227号中原中也、228号涩泽龙彦被判同时抵达，首次通过考试，花费时间五小时35分。”

With the opening of the stone gate, there is a huge circular open space in front of it, and the ground and walls are made of stone blocks.

"Dazai, what did you say to that man in the end?" Hill couldn't restrain her curiosity in the end, no matter what she couldn't guess what Dazai Osamu said to that man in the end, that person would be so flustered throw in the towel.

Osamu Dazai froze with a smile on his face. He looked at the other three people fixedly. Although he didn't think it was a big deal, he felt that as long as he said it, Mr. Rimbaud and Zhong would definitely agree. Cut him alive, although he likes to die, but now he doesn't want to make fun of his life.

After all, he has always been aware of the ability of these two people to protect the calf.

He laughed and said, "It's not a big deal. Do you want me to play with you? Anything else is fine!"

Hill puffed up his mouth unhappily, since it was nothing serious, why didn't he tell her?She glanced at Dazaiji's disheveled hair maliciously, thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled obediently, Dazaiji who laughed straight away panicked in his heart.

"Anything is okay?" Hill smiled maliciously.

"Ah...um." Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, but said bravely.

A few minutes later, Osamu Dazai only felt his scalp was chilly, and there was no wind in the room, so it wasn't blown by the wind, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching when he thought of his current state, even though he didn't care too much at first Image person, he also...

He looked at the little guy in front of him who he loved and hated, with a serious expression, and forced a smile to remind him, "Are you ready? Little Hill?"

"No oh~"

Hill was still fiddling with his hair carefully.

I saw that his originally messy black curly hair was now neatly braided by Hill into dozens of braids, and he was neatly tied up. In addition to his delicate facial features, although it is funny, it is indeed quite Interesting, but as long as the person who thinks of this look is that Dazai Osamu...

Nakahara Nakata turned around and came back. Seeing Osamu Dazai's appearance, his eyes widened at first, and a question mark formed between his brows, and then his expression lost control instantly, and his chest trembled uncontrollably.

"Hahaha..." The corners of his mouth rose wildly, and now he just wanted to laugh at him fiercely, "You are now..." like a wild girl from an African tribe.

"Mr. Zhongye." Rimbaud interrupted his unfinished words, and glanced at him with a serious and solemn expression, which seemed to have some profound meaning.

In his opinion, Dazai-kun's spirit of sacrificing himself and making Hill happy is very commendable, even Chuya-kun can't laugh at him.

But he didn't know that he became a "rag doll" under Hill's subordinates only because he knew he was wrong.

Originally, Hill just wanted to tease him a little bit with a sense of joking, but after getting a rubber band kindly provided by Rimbaud-the creative passion was out of control.

After Hill combed all his broken hair into twists, Hill heaved a sigh of relief when he was done, and Osamu Dazai also heaved a sigh of relief with a wry smile.

"Nakaya-kun, help me change the gravity of the spider's thread, it's too floating, it's not good..." Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who had been burying his head in arranging the spider's thread, was stunned when he saw Osamu Dazai, then he frowned and said seriously : "Dazai-kun..."

"Ok?"

"Skirt—without yours."

"Huh? Mr. Shibusawa, what are you talking about?" Osamu Dazai felt his eyelids twitch.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko frowned again, and his tone became serious, as if he wanted to tell him the heavy truth: "Even if you dress up as a girl, the skirt is only for Hill."

It means Dazai-kun, don't be greedy for Hill's little skirt.

Osamu Dazai felt like [beep——] in his heart, and finally he could only utter one sentence: "Hehe."

Hill was sitting on the floor bored, not knowing what to do next. She looked at Rimbaud's slightly curly long hair, and her fingers were about to move, as if she could still recall the smooth and soft touch.

"Come on." Rimbaud's eyes were soft, as if looking at a naughty child. He stretched out his hand, and there were a few black hair ties in his hand, which meant it was self-evident.

Under his doting, Hill directly used Rimbaud's long hair to pass the time.

Finally, surrounded by lavender, she fell asleep.

"Little Hill, help me untie it." Osamu Dazai turned his head against his messy hair.

"Hush——" Hill lay sleeping peacefully in Rimbaud's arms, and Rimbaud's hair hanging on his shoulders was loosely braided into twists, to the extent that he could loosen it when he moved. Hill tucked up the corner of his clothes, and the woolen coat he was wearing was now being draped over Hill's body.

"Keep your voice down, Dazai-kun, Hill is asleep." The voice was hoarse and gentle.