King of 25 Cubs

After going through such an out, I think the hounds should be stable.

Any employer needs a valid reason for promotion, just like the Secret Service, I was promoted after the mission of the undercover port Mafia was over.

So this time I have to make a contribution.

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Yokohama Municipal Military and Police Headquarters, the women's dressing room after work——

"Gaosui, there is a green handprint on the back of your neck!"

As soon as I took off my uniform, revealing my small white waistcoat, I heard a female colleague pointing at my neck and saying.

"Handprints?"

Was it from the fight with Tiaoye Caiju?

I dazedly picked up my long braided hair and turned around in front of the mirror.

There is indeed a black and blue handprint on the lower part of the neck. I have cold fair skin, and bruises will be more obvious.

Tiao Ye Caiju had no chance to touch me during the fight, so where did this handprint come from?

It can't be me who bumped it by myself, who can bump it into this shape?

The female colleague saw that I was lost in thought, and she opened her mind and said, "Could it be a boyfriend? Isn't this too rough?"

"No, I'm a single dog..."

"I understand." The female colleague showed an ambiguous smile: "Single players are in the middle of the game, looking for a partner while raising fish. Since it is a fish, you have to pick and choose, and then try to see if it works, right?"

——Sister, you are very open-minded.

I thought with a blank face.

"Say it, Takasuke."

The female colleague stared at my chest and whispered: "You are only 15 years old, how did you grow?"

You all know that I am only 15 years old, how can I raise fish!

Isn't it against the law to attack a minor like me!

"..." I touched my nose, "Maybe it's a race advantage."

She poked my waist cautiously, her eyes continued to move down, and she sighed: "I am 20 years old, and my height is about the same as yours. It's okay if my chest is not as big as yours, my waist is not as thin as yours, and my ass is not as big as yours. warped."

The female colleague looked at me with burning eyes: "I heard that Russian girls are very beautiful before marriage, but after marriage, their figures will lose shape?"

"This is not a genetic problem, but a problem of living habits. Russia also has celebrities and models who maintain their figure well after marriage. Diet structure and proper exercise are very important. In fact, in this regard, Asians are also the same."

"That makes sense." The female colleague nodded in agreement, "Are you going back to the dormitory today?"

"I'm going home tonight, and I'll take some clothes by the way. By the way, do you eat snacks? I have homemade pickled plums and cans, and desserts can also be baked at night. It's a pity that drinking is not allowed in the team, otherwise I can also bring my own wine and plum wine."

"Gao Sui is so powerful, I feel like you can do everything!" The female colleague showed shining eyes: "Children only make choices, adults want everything!"

"Good~"

Until I left the military and police headquarters, I was still thinking about where the bruise on the back of my neck came from.

"……elder sister."

Walking in the dark alley, I suddenly heard the voice of a child behind me.

I turned around and saw an eight or nine-year-old child with half black and half white hair and stars in his eyes.

This star does not describe bright eyes, but that his pupils are in the shape of strange stars.

"My name is Yumeno Hisaku." The child hugged the ugly gray doll and smiled sweetly at me: "Does sister remember me?"

I stared at him for a long time with the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you a boy or a girl?"

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I continued to ask: "Is the hair dyed? It's quite individual."

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Yumeno Hisaku: "No—"

I interrupted him: "Which store did you buy the contact lenses from?"

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Yumeno Hisaku's face darkened, and the smile disappeared.

"My sister kicked me during the day, it hurt so much, I was injured."

The child's tone was mournful, and suddenly he rolled up his sleeves, and the blood had dried up on the arm wrapped around the wire and the blade.

I hesitated and said, "You... are you here to touch porcelain?"

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I clutched my wallet and took three steps back.

"I don't have any money, you go touch someone else!"

Yumeno Hisaku made a stern face, and with a "tear" sound, he tore open the doll in his hand.

"This child is so childish. He was talking well, why did he suddenly tear the toy?"

I scolded, and suddenly found something was wrong.

A woman appeared in front of me and looked at me coldly.

I opened my eyes wide, opened my lips slightly, and wanted to say something, but only made a voice like a gossamer.

"Mother……"

She was wearing a neat and intellectual silver-gray lady's suit, her black hair was tied into an elegant bun, her eyeliner was slanted upwards, her lips were the true red of Chanel No. 99, with clear outlines and sharp edges and corners, making her look sharp.

She looked at me with disappointed eyes.

"You're nothing like me."

Hearing this sentence, I came back to my senses instantly, scratched my hair, and lazily said: "Fortunately, I'm not like you, otherwise I wouldn't be so good-looking."

"Now that you have grown up, your wings are hardened, and you have learned to talk back?!"

With anger in her eyes, she raised her hand and was about to slap me.

I held her wrist, smiled, and said softly: "My mother has no right to beat me, you are a Xibei, go away and stay!"

The woman in front of me is definitely not my own mother, I guess I encountered a psychic supernatural being, everything in front of me is an illusion.

So beating someone with your hands is definitely not an option, who knows who is behind the hallucination.

I hit him directly on the neck.

Unexpectedly, when one "mother" fell down, thousands of "mothers" stood up!

"Wow, that kid who touches porcelain, where did you find so many people?"

Countless identical faces with hatred surrounded me, staring at me, inexplicably a bit like a scene from a horror movie.

Help, I'm about to suffer from trypophobia!

In the end, I had no choice but to knock people out one by one, and then slipped Yumeno Kusaku out from the depths of the alley.

"You, how did you find out!"

I snatched the ugly doll from his hand, threw it out, and said earnestly:

"When your opponent is strong enough and determined enough, your ability will not interfere with the opponent at all."

It's just one-to-many, and it couldn't be easier to make them incapable of fighting without hurting them.

Those who will be recruited either have a lack of heart or are not strong enough.

Of course, I also have something missing in my heart.

I think I am an insecure person, but just like throwing down the knife, my sense of security can also be replenished by myself.

My solution is to play games, play games, and play games.

Others never save the princess when they play Zelda, but when I play Zelda, I never take a sideline and save the princess directly.

As long as the princess is saved, I will be happy.

"What's more——" I paused, laughed at myself, and continued, "My mother never lectured me for talking back."

She would just pack my luggage indifferently, leave me at home, and never come back.

After the age of eight, all I got was a bank transfer notification from her, which told me that she was still alive.

Speaking of which, I was also eight years old when I was picked up by Master in another world.

Everything in that world is like making up for the birthday presents I fail to receive every year.

But now that the two worlds are merging, I should be happy.

So I happily squeezed Yumeno Hisaku's neck.

"I'm a person who is very patient with children. A good boy, I will patiently make him laugh, and a bad boy, I will patiently make him—"

"—Life is better than death."

I lowered my voice and paused word by word.

After throwing down a threat, I asked him, "Which organization are you from?"

The hallucinations continued, and Yumeno Hisaku still had my mother's face in front of him.

"Don't tell me?"

I gradually clenched my hands, and suddenly there was a shout behind me, vaguely, as if separated by a layer of water film.

"Miss Wugua, let go first, don't strangle our people to death."

I blinked, and everything in front of me returned to normal in an instant.

I pinched Yumeno Hisaku's neck, and there was a black suit all over me.

Osamu Dazai stood behind me, with his back to the light, looking at me with dark eyes, and still holding that tattered ugly doll in his hand.

I didn't let go of my hand, I looked at Dazai vigilantly, and frowned: "Your people?"

"Yes." Dazai glanced at the ugly doll in his hand, showing disgust: "This child escaped from our prison, and I took him back under the order of the leader."

Yumeno Hisaku didn't dare to move under my pressure, and there were still tears in his eyes.

To be honest, he looked like a nice kid.

He is a member of Mafia at the port, and he also possesses extremely dangerous psychic powers. If I hand him over to the top military and police officers, I will be considered a meritorious service.

"No, Miss Wugua."

As if he could see what I was thinking, Dazai raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his pool-like eyes fell lightly on me.

"Even if the child is handed over to the high-level military and police, the military and police will eventually send him back to the port of Mafia under pressure. But Miss Wugua, you will only create a powerful enemy for yourself."

I raised my eyebrows slightly: "Do you know I'm a military police?"

"I have seen Miss's heroic appearance when patrolling, and I have to say that Miss is very suitable for uniforms. And the fight during the day also shocked many high-level Mafia at the port."

Dazai showed an inexplicable smile: "It seems that the Hound is about to welcome a new member."

"It's useless to talk less." I held Yumeno Hisaku by the back collar, shaking it from side to side like a rag doll: "This brat ran out to touch porcelain, as a parent, should you compensate me?" mental loss?"

"The child is disobedient, it's because the parents didn't educate them well." Dazai squeezed his chin thoughtfully, "I don't have anything to give away, so I can only pay with flesh."

As he spoke, he put his hand on his neckline.

I made a gesture to pinch Yumeno Hisashi's neck: "Then I can only tear up the ticket."

"How about I owe Miss Wugua a favor?"

I sneered: "Who wants your favor, do you have any money?"

Dazai owed me a lot of favors in the past, and I never saw him intending to pay them back.

Dazai stared at me for a long time, then sighed regretfully.

He took out his wallet and tossed it to me.

This wallet is not bad, it looks like a brand name.

Did he have the habit of carrying a wallet in the past?

It's been so long that I can't remember.

I put down Kusaku Yumeno and stuffed all the money into my pocket, but I didn't touch the black card.

"Back to you."

I stuffed the wallet into Yumeno Kusaku's arms, pushed him forward, and planned to turn around and leave.

"Miss Wugua, please stay here first."

Dazai came over suddenly with big strides, and handed me a square box wrapped in linen.

I looked at the box in my arms suspiciously, and then at Dazai.

Suddenly thought of something, I was shocked and said: "New bomb||bomb?!"

Is he going to die with me? ! !

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"It's tofu!" Dazai puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction: "I tasted the finished product for the first time, and I think it tastes good. Let's take it as an apology for offending you in the restaurant half a year ago."

I was silent for a moment, and then spoke angrily:

"Mr. Tofu Xishi, didn't I just steal some money from you? Why are you so persistent? If you want to poison me to death, just say so!"

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