All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

The backstage where the auction items are stored is comparable to a bank vault, with strict measures. At this moment, everything is shrouded in darkness, only the metal luster of the safe seems to emit a faint light.

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked forward slowly, and Mori Ogai followed behind him.

Did the unknown darkness bring fear, and in the eyes of the two, this place was no different from the daytime.

"Aren't you here?" Mori Ogai sighed, "The speed is really slow."

"Aren't those people from the Mafia port?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked the group of men in black who came backstage with guns at the auction.

They leaned over to check several safes, and there were no traces of cracking or prying them open. All this proved that the purpose of the attackers did not seem to be for money.

The two had just checked the last auction item and confirmed that everything present was missing. At the same time, they also discovered that there was no rumored "Golden Arrow" in this batch of auction items.

"Is it fake news?" Fukuzawa Yukichi stared at the body of the guard on the ground, frowned, and murmured.

"No, it's true." As soon as Mori Ogai finished speaking, a series of footsteps suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Fukuzawa Yukichi immediately picked up the gun, his posture was a bit awkward, his elbows were raised, and he was holding it wide open. A knife, Mori Ogai hiding in the shadow behind him? Could not help but hook his lips .

He put his hand on Fukuzawa Yukichi's shoulder, and when the other person turned his head, he mouthed, "Don't do it yet."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at it? He glanced at it, but without agreeing, the gun placed in front of him fell down and turned? Two times, the two hid behind a concealed curtain.

A beam of pure white light swayed in along the wall, followed closely by the light of flashlights, which instantly illuminated the entire backstage.

"Can it be considered that the equipment is put away? Is the task completed? It is not too much to arrange a few things."

"There? There are those golden arrows. That guy nagged eight hundred times before he set off. If he doesn't worry, he can come and do it himself!"

"That is to say, it's just a deal, he pays, we do things, insist on doing it? I'm a big shot..."

Seven or eight people walked in cursing, and after a while of banging against the safe, several of them were out of breath.

"Hey, this won't work, well, let's blow it up with a bomb?... Tsk, it doesn't work, what if it breaks? We don't understand this at all, right? It's called a mouse. Come here! When he joined the team, didn't he introduce himself as a master lockpicker?"

"The mouse is staring at the monitor." A rough voice replied, his voice was far and near, obviously walking back and forth, "It is said that the task results must be verified."

"If you want me to tell you, there's no way to get any results from this. That guy is a lunatic. He doesn't know what he's researching all day long. If he doesn't see how much money he pays, he would be a fool for this life-threatening task!"

Several people whispered to each other again, Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi's hiding place is extremely hidden, almost in the blind corner of everyone's sight, and covered with a velvet curtain, it is even more difficult to be discovered.

The hiding place is not too small, but the two big men still look a little crowded when they stand together, with their arms touching their arms and their knees bumping into their knees. Through the thin clothes, the temperature of each other can gradually spread.

Fukuzawa Yukichi listened intently. Two-thirds of these people's words were complaints and jokes, and only one-third of them said relevant information, or were they all scattered information, which is quite a bit of a combination. difficulty.

He frowned, looking focused and forgetful, like a schoolmaster who was seriously thinking about difficult problems on the blackboard in class. Suddenly, a classmate behind him who was not doing business properly poked him in the ribs.

The cold touch came from under the elbow, and Fukuzawa Yukichi almost couldn't hold back his strike. He came back to his senses, and looked down to see a gun sticking to his side.

The owner of the gun is looking at him indifferently, it seems that what he is holding is a toy gun that can spray bubbles, rather than a killing tool that shoots bullets.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was speechless for a while, slowed down his movements, raised his hand to press down on the gun body, and tilted his head.

He didn't speak, Mori Ogai? But he read the words from his movements. The leader of the port Mafia didn't get the reaction he wanted to see. Seriously, as if to say——The action just now was purely for? Calling you, there is no other meaning.

"Murata Ping obtained the ability from the 'Golden Arrow'. According to... Guess, his ability activation is conditional: [-]. The target and the medium are in the same space; [-]. The person related to the target dies. and be seen."

Fukuzawa Yukichi actually knew this information a long time ago. After all, he had Luanbu in his family, but he didn't interrupt, because he knew that under such circumstances, Mori Ogai wouldn't suddenly say a piece of nonsense.

Sure enough, Mori Ogai? Immediately afterwards? He continued with a silent mouth:

"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, just now, after hearing those people's conversations, can you understand what these people mean?"

The hand that was retracted was put back again, but this time, there was no gun in his hand.But Fukuzawa Yukichi was more nervous than before, as if a series of small blisters scalded by the flames were burning, and climbed up from the skin outside the ribs to his chest along the hand, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"He's doing an experiment."

Is there a warm breath? It made Fukuzawa Yukichi feel warm, but it was like a snake spitting out a cold snake letter, and the gloomy and bone marrow chill fell on Fukuzawa Yukichi's neck little by little.

"Use the entire auction venue as a testing ground, and everyone is his guinea pig."

Mori Ogai suddenly sneered, clasped his palms at some point, and carried a scalpel on his body, "even including the mercenaries outside—do you think you did it? What kind of cheap deal, not only can you get the task As a reward, can you loot the auction venue by the way..."

He lowered his head, his eyes reflected on the blade, like bloody gems.

"Murata Ping wants to see how many people his ability can cover. The experiments of the previous few people are not enough? He? If he succeeds this time, his next goal will be the whole of Yokohama."

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"Drink some wine?" Back in the box, Shinomiya She also took out two clean wine glasses.

He could see the nervousness of the two people in front of him, Takahashi Misaki was very innocent, he was purely afraid of the gangsters who would attack at any time.

As for Usami Akihiko's nervousness, on the one hand, he vaguely understood the meaning of Shinomiya Shinomiya's previous implication, and on the other hand, he was worried that his little lover would be hurt.

Shigong Shiya: I don't want to eat this dog food.

"Who are those two people?" After adding a little bit of food, Usa saw Akihiko speak.

"The leader of the mafia is good with his old friend..." Shinomiya She also flipped through his phone and replied casually.

Silver Wolf clapped his hands.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!!!" Takahashi Misaki who was stuffing fruit into his mouth almost spit out the fruit in one gulp. He hurriedly covered his mouth and let out a violent cough.

Usa saw Akihiko take out a tissue to help him wipe it, and glanced at Shinomiya Sheya dissatisfiedly along the way.

"Sorry." Shinomiya She adjusted his glasses without apologizing, "It was a little joke, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"How is this possible!!!" Takahashi Misaki yelled loudly, and just after yelling, he realized that he was so impolite to Mr. Shinomiya whom he just met, and he blushed again, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry."

"So..." The young man's mentality responded very quickly, and soon, he forgot about the unpleasantness, and asked the "friendly" Shinomiya Tsuya with curiosity:

"So that black-haired, red-eyed, very good-looking gentleman just now is really the lover of that gangster?"

Shinomiya Sheya: "Pfft—haha, cough cough..."

Forgive him for being too active as a writer. Almost at the same time as the words "the lover of the gangster" appeared in his mind, Mori Ogai? The scene ran a marathon in his mind non-stop.

This is too frightening, and the picture that can be called a magical realistic theme almost made Shinomiya Shuya hold back his laughter on the spot to the point of autism.

He endured it? He endured it again and again, and finally held back his breath. He went back.

Just when he was enduring his blushing face and was about to explain, suddenly, an abrupt voice appeared in the room. The laughter was ten times more exaggerated than Shinomiya Shinomiya's, instantly filling the whole room.

Immediately, several people in the room found the place where the sound came from—it was the communicator in the box. This kind of communicator was used by security personnel. Before leaving, the security personnel will get in touch with the outside through this device. At the same time, this device is also an emergency call device installed to prevent people from being trapped in the box.

After a while, after Shinomiya She also recognized the owner of the voice, the terrifying laughter finally stopped.

The man on the other end of the communicator was wiping tears, and the voice was still trembling after laughing and hurting his stomach, and said slowly:

"The kid's idea is great. I must record it for Mr. Sen so that he can correctly understand his own image."

Shinomiya She also looked at the boy who was frightened into a statue next to his eyes, couldn't bear it, and explained: "The one you mentioned is the leader of the mafia, and the silver-haired man next to him is the president of the detective agency. "

Only then did Takahashi Misaki realize that she had made a big oolong, and her face was blushing brighter than the wine on the table.

"Ah." He said condescendingly, "I still thought that the bosses of gangsters were tall and powerful..."

President Fukuzawa, tall and tall at 186, with a serious look and a samurai-like style, is the sky of the detective agency.

Mori Ogai?, tall and tall at 175, with a gentle smile and a kind tone, talking and laughing like a spring breeze...

——Before others knew that he was the leader of Port Mafia.

Sure enough, the guy on the communicator laughed again.

Sigong She was also really afraid that he would die laughing.

"Okay, let's talk quickly—" Shinomiya Shinomiya tapped the communicator with his fingertips.

"Why are you here, Dazai?"

The author has something to say: In fact, in these chapters, Mr. Sen didn't reveal a word about the questions that he didn't want to answer.

(I don’t know if you have discovered it, hehe