All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes were firmly attracted by the knife.

The picture of the knife is very clear, even the slightly blackened edge of the handle is clearly visible. This is a knife with an unknown handle. It looks so inconspicuous among all the auction items, but only those who really understand knives People know that this is the work of forging knife master Masataka Matsuda.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes lit up.

So much so that he didn't even notice when the silver wolf arrived by his side.

Mori Ogai is full of spring breeze, wearing a black coat and red scarf. He can't see what happened yesterday at all. It's the same as usual, except that Alice is missing by his side.

This is not the first time he has come to the auction house. The people around him will always change, but the only thing that remains the same is the sweet-looking blonde loli.

——Even in such a formal occasion, Mori Ogai never shied away from being regarded as a perverted pedophile? It's over, won't it? Someone will say this?

My heart is full of fear, disdain, and contempt, but I still have to put on a kind, friendly, and sincere look on my face.

As the leader of the port mafia, it is indeed worthy of people's clinging.

A few "businessmen" who were standing in the field talking held up their wine glasses, and from the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of the head of the port Mafia who went straight upstairs.

Through the glazed walls of the glass, they secretly observed the faces of the students who were following Mori Ogai.

Shinomiya She is also expressionless, neither as respectful as his subordinates, nor as a little lover? Flattering, but what if he is a collaborator?......

When did Yokohama have such young and promising young people?Can you hook up with Port Mafia?

Sure enough, I still guess that this young man belongs to Alice? Wouldn't a substitute be more suitable?

The gathered people looked at each other tacitly, with a sympathetic smile on the corner of their mouths, and sighed: "Boss Sen is really lucky."

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood at the edge of the crowd, and he isolated everyone's conversations and feelings. At this moment, he only had the roster in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to the conversations and jokes around him at all.

When he finished flipping through the manual and looked up, there were only faces filled with interests, and the air in that circle seemed to be sucked up by flattering smiles. Fukuzawa Yukichi looked around silently, in front of the person in charge. Under the leadership, bypass the crowd and take another aisle.

Although the Armed Detective Agency is an important organization wandering in the gray area of ​​Yokohama, due to its own "existence" attribute, it is actually more low-key than the port Mafia.

Furthermore, Fukuzawa Yukichi's behavior in participating in the auction this time was purely personal and sudden. Therefore, when few people knew him, the person in charge made arrangements for him. seat, Fukuzawa Yukichi walked to his seat smoothly.

This is the main hall of the meeting place. The seats are neatly arranged like a movie theater. The people sitting here are naturally not as good as the private rooms on the second floor. Most of them are here to see the world, or Just come to pick up a leak.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was originally not among the two. He had a goal in his heart - Shinomiya Tetsuya, or? In other words - Shinomiya Tetsuya who lived with Mori Ogai.

Now? He has a new? Target - the knife!

With a sullen face, Fukuzawa Yukichi quietly recalled his bank account balance in his mind.

If no one raises the price, it should be enough?... huh?

After all, I just paid for the decoration costs of the downstairs coffee shop of the detective agency...

The middle-aged president sighed online.

Upstairs, Mori Ogai, also opened the roster at this moment.

This kind of thing has been known in advance before they come to the auction site. Some things are written on the bright side, and some things are only known to them like insider guys.

Mori Ogai naturally didn't have the time to pay attention to the list of a small auction. These invitations were all screened by his subordinates, so Mori Ogai only heard that the "golden arrow" was about to be auctioned, so he came here on site.

The manager of the auction next to him was waiting respectfully, and saw that his hands, which looked like pianists, kept flipping in front of him. Suddenly, the sound of flipping the paper stopped suddenly, and the fingertips of the man beside him lightly tapped on the on an auction item.

The manager winked, "This is the last work of the famous Masataka Matsuda in his later years. After polishing this knife, Master Matsuda died after exhausting his efforts. And this knife has never had its name corrected. If you interested......"

The man sitting on the soft chair raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his red eyes. He glanced lightly at the manager, but saw the other party covered in cold sweat, and the words he was about to pour out were all All stuck in his throat, unable to move.

This look? It's like a warning - don't try to figure out my "mind".

It was the first time for this manager to contact Mori Ogai. The previous manager died in an explosion accident a few days ago. He took over immediately and has been immersed in great joy these days.The manager had only heard about the terrible reputation of the leader of Mafia at the port, but he was a little lucky when he saw the real person:

The other party obviously looked gentle and polite, like an artist rather than a mafia boss.

And at this moment, the wordless air field was like a finely shattered blade, falling on his bare skin—then the manager believed that the other party was undoubtedly the leader of the port mafia, who controlled The king of Yokohama's dark world.

Mori Ogai's eyes didn't stop, and soon, he held up the roster in his hand, and thoughtfully asked Shinomiya Tsuya beside him:

"What is Shinomiya-kun interested in? Anything?"

Shinomiya She was not very interested, his curiosity still remained on the knife.

According to his observation, Mori Ogai is not a person who uses knives. Judging from the "decoration" of the office, he does not have the habit of using knives as accessories. On the contrary, President Fukuzawa's "waist" is always hanging a knife...

"Ah...this..."

Shiguya Shinomiya's eyes wandered around the page, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the pale-faced manager.

Mori Ogai is naturally aware of the situation of the people around him. Even without the bonus of sentinel physique, he has always been a meticulous person, but his thoughtfulness is so thoughtful that few people feel it.

At this moment, he said very intimately that if the other party is busy, he can leave on his own.

Hearing this, the manager's legs went limp. Just after passing by, he is full of panic now, and always feels that the words of the mafia leader have a deep meaning? I am afraid that this departure is not to enter the cement bucket and release the life in Yokohama Bay? The kind of "leave" ".

Mori Ogai smiled helplessly.

Downstairs? The hall is bustling with crowds of people, and there is a lot of wine and wine. Through the one-way glass of the box, all the scenes can be seen at a glance. For some reason, who never pays attention to the situation below? Mori Ogai? , eyes across the arc casually? A glance, sharper than an eagle? Eyes can see at a glance - the familiar? Gray hair.

The middle-aged man was sitting upright, with his hands on his knees, even though he was separated by a floor plus half the venue, Mori Ogai could still see the serious side face of the other party.

And those pair of hands gently caressing the air... No, no, the dog squatting sideways beside the seat is obviously a gray and white wolf.

"Your auction? Are pets allowed?"

The man who is at war with heaven and man in his heart? The manager was called out suddenly. He shrugged, shook his head, and nodded quickly, "Theoretically, it's not possible? If it's Mr. Mori's? Then..."

Mori Ogai raised his hand to interrupt his words, "That's not possible."

The man bowed his head in thought for a while, touched his chin, and suddenly ordered: "I want to ask the manager for help..."

The auction? Hasn't started yet. Now? It's a social time for bigwigs from all walks of life. Fukuzawa Yukichi doesn't have this need. The man who followed him wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly stopped him.

"Is that Mr. Fukuzawa? In the 'Dancing Girl' hall? Sir, please go up and sit down."

The swordsman with his hands in his hands looked down at the wolf beside his legs. The big silver guy squatted at his feet very consciously. His round glasses were wide open, staring at the wolf without blinking. Looking at it, it looks like a dark cloud? Its eyes are full of black and black? Its tail is wagging like a windmill.

Fukuzawa Yukichi touched the dog's head, and immediately knew who the other "Mr." was in the other party's words.

He made the silver wolf calm down a little, and the silver wolf stopped wagging its tail, but started to circle in circles on the spot.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

The manager waited and waited until the smile on his face nearly collapsed, and then he heard the man's reply:

"lead the way."

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When the door opened, Fukuzawa Yukichi did not show the slightest surprise when he saw Ogai Mori and Tsutsuya Shinomiya inside.

"If those guys from the government see? the leader of the port mafia and the president of the armed detective agency are in the same room, I'm afraid they'll be like frightened birds. They'll conceive of countless private meetings in their hearts. Face? Secret information, right?"

Mori Ogai sat comfortably on the leather sofa, and Shinomiya Tsuru also looked at them left and right, and wanted to stay where he was, but his reason told him that he should not stay here for a long time, so he excused himself to go to the bathroom. , and took away a subordinate of Mafia, a port behind him, and left reluctantly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't reply.

His "heart" was filled with howling wolves, and the silver wolf was left "outside the door" by him, currently clutching the floor and moping.

Mori Ogai smiled, and picked up the coffee table. The red wine was already prepared on the table: "Would you like some drink?"

"No." Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned, "What's the matter?"

He has always spoken concisely, simply spent a lot of time with him, Mori Ogai can easily understand the meaning of his words.

But he pretended not to understand, slowly uncorked the red wine, sobered up, tasted the wine, and listened to the opening speech of the host on the booth downstairs.

There was no one else in the room, and the waiter and bodyguard were left outside the door by Mori Ogai. The silence in the room lasted for a long time, and the auction items downstairs had already started bidding.

"Regarding the recent incidents, Fukuzawa must have noticed it long ago, right?"

The sentinel guide is like a doctor and a patient, one depends on the other, and the other gives, and they exist together.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at it calmly.

Mori Ogai? There is no abnormality in the slightest, his figure is tall and straight, his waist is straight, as if everything is like an illusion.

He was convinced that the other party shouldn't have the memory of last night, Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his eyes, and he didn't even know why, so he didn't tell the truth.

He told the first lie after entering the house:

"what are you saying?"

The silence in the room lasted for a long time, and the quotations for the lot downstairs had already begun.

"Regarding the recent incidents, Fukuzawa must have noticed it long ago, right?"

The sentinel guide is like a doctor and a patient, one depends on the other, and the other gives, and they exist together.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at it calmly.

Mori Ogai? There is no abnormality in the slightest, his figure is tall and straight, his waist is straight, as if everything is like an illusion.

He was convinced that the other party shouldn't have the memory of last night, Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his eyes, and he didn't even know why, so he didn't tell the truth.

He told the first lie after entering the house:

"what are you saying?"