All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

The long legs are on the table, and the bandages on the wrists are floating in the air crookedly.

Osamu Dazai switched the interface with great interest, with his fingertips raised up, like a boy who just got a remote control car, and the communicator in his hand made a sizzle sound.

There are several monitoring panels in front of you. This is the main console of the entire auction venue, which can monitor every corner of the venue...

It is also possible to convey the video to every place where there is an electronic display device.

Hearing Shinomiya Shinomiya's question, Osamu Dazai squeezed his chin and pretended to think for a while, "Am I here to play cat and mouse?"

He got up, bent down and picked up a mobile phone on the ground—it belonged to the fainted security uncle behind the door, and there was a plush pendant of Mickey on it, which obviously belonged to the uncle's girl ?masterpiece.

Osamu Dazai squeezed the soft little doll, "It's just that this time I'm a mouse..."

He seemed to think of someone, showing a disgusted expression, "Why is it this? Code name! You must have something to do with the mouse!"

Shinomiya She also doesn't think he is an innocent mouse at the mercy of others: "A mouse that chases and kills cats?"

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together, nodded approvingly, "Correct answer!"

Shinomiya She also wanted to chat with him, when he suddenly heard the sound of metal rolling at the door, his complexion changed, and he shouted suddenly: "Hide inside, close your eyes!"

"Has the attack started?" Shinomiya Shibuya asked.

Osamu Dazai knocked on the panel, looked at the corridor in the monitor, and said seriously: "The door, everyone's door is a golden arrow."

With his fingertips flying, he quickly opened all the windows, and the pictures flashed by. Osamu Dazai browsed one by one, "Don't open the door, Shinomiya."

"I know." Si Gongshe also locked the door, thought for a while, and moved tables and chairs to block the door.

"It stands to reason that since they have the ability to do this, why don't they kidnap all of us to one place and directly use the 'golden arrow to kill people'? Wouldn't it be faster. "

"So you? Thank me." Osamu Dazai was proud.

"Huh?" Shinomiya Tsuru also remained expressionless, "Come on, I guess, it's Murata Hera? The guy wants to make a big news, right?"

"It's also my fault, right?"

It's been a long time since I saw Osamu Dazai? I'm so shameless. When the other party shows such a posture, he usually wants to ask for some benefits. Recently, Shinomiya Tsubasa can also provide him with some benefits...

Thinking of this, Shinomiya She also suddenly asked: "Why isn't Chuya with? You? Together."

"Uh." Osamu Dazai seemed to be a robot that was short of engine oil. The jaw and throat suddenly got stuck, and after a long time, the words seemed to grow in his stomach, and he couldn't spit out.

"Sinomiya..." The silver pendant ring was twirling on Dazai Osamu's fingertips, like a ring, Dazai Osamu scratched his head, it was extremely rare, it was the first time in history Yes, she asked Shinomiya She also said: "Can you quickly learn to control your own abilities?"

Shinomiya Shibuya: "Huh?" This is not something I said I could do.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, and just when Shinomiya She also thought that the other party had left the communicator, he suddenly spoke, with a bit of sadness in his voice, mixed with sadness, a little impotent rage:

"Omega's? Estrus, is there a way to restrain it?"

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After listening to Mori Ogai's words, Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't make a statement, and even his expression didn't change.

But Mori Ogai, who was close to Fukuzawa Yukichi, could feel the sudden rise in body temperature of the other party, and the sensitivity of the five senses brought by the sentinel allowed him to even hear the sound of blood rushing in the silver-haired man's veins.

He knew that Fukuzawa Yukichi was angry.

Neither of them, whoever they are, can't allow something like this to hurt Yokohama.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Then? These outside?"

Mori Ogai: "When they report the success of the mission, then do it."

After dawdling outside for a long time, several people were still helpless with the safe, and turned their minds to the things on the stage.

"What is this? A samurai sword?"

"I heard it was a master? A masterpiece..."

"Is it worth it?"

"Should it be worth it? The one in the 'Dancing Girl' hall? Didn't everyone take advantage of it? Has the asking price reached 250 million?"

The boss of the "Dancing Girl" hall - Mori Ogai smiled kindly.

"That? It can be regarded as a harvest. After the mouse finishes recording..." He said, and with a clang, he pulled out the knife, "Yo, look? It's not bad, this old antique can chop things ?"

Hearing this posture, it seemed like he was about to chop something.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was hanging by his side? His hands were clenched and loosened, and several veins stretched from his neck. He really couldn't bear Chongbao being ruined...

Mori Ogai thought it was funny, but he didn't really show his smile on his face. The man beside him was holding his fingers into his palm, turning white and pursing his lips, which also showed his complicated Mood, but more importantly, Mori Ogai suddenly discovered that even if he didn't analyze Fukuzawa Yukichi's movements and demeanor, he could clearly control the other party's mood.

——Is this also the ability brought by the Sentry?

Mori Ogai looked to the outside with great interest. A few mercenaries in full armor and tactical equipment were standing on the edge of the booth, waving the knives randomly in the air.

Can't feel it.

Mori Ogai exhaled lightly, withdrew his attention, focused and earnestly fixed his eyes on the silver-haired man on the side.

Shinomiya Shibuya, did you refuse just now? So it's so obvious, is it because I'm afraid I can't see what's tricky?

A sharp light flashed in Mori Ogai's eyes, as if he wanted to pierce the man's solid back.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: What is he looking at?

The eyes behind him make him uneasy. Mori Ogai has always been polite, like a Western gentleman, just right, never overstepping seems to be his characteristic, even though he always wears a perverted loli-control? In fact, there are very few women around Mori Ogai, except for Koyo Ozaki, the cadre of Port Mafia, and the subordinates of Port Mafia, it seems that there is no extra contact.

Fukuzawa Yukichi understands that this is not celibacy, nor does it mean that he has no yearning for feelings, but that he has to give up his personal life for something that cannot be given up and must be protected for the sake of greater greatness. Yokohama has nothing to do with it, it's just the seasoning of life.

He understands, because so does he.

The two of them have had too many similarities since they were young, but there are also too many differences. Later, watching Dazai and Nakahara Chuya, and now witnessing Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Fuku Sawa Yukichi always has a sense of recalling the past? A sense of memory.

Maybe it's because you're getting older, so you always miss the past?

Fukuzawa Yukichi sometimes thinks so.

He originally thought that the relationship with Mori Ogai would continue like this until one of them died on the road of pursuing his ideal.

But he didn't expect that Mori Ogai would have such a look, and would have such a look towards him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi clenched his jaw, not showing any emotion.

Mori Ogai suddenly saw the man's red earlobes hidden under his silver hair.

He raised his hand and patted Fukuzawa Yukichi's forearm, "Do it."

Fukuzawa Yukichi asked in surprise, "Now? Now?"

Mori Ogai nodded: "Just now."

A flash of silver light instantly tore the brick-red cloth curtain, and the miscellaneous mercenaries were helpless to fight back. They couldn't even survive a few moves, and they all fell to the ground unconscious.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't even fire his gun.

After dealing with a group of people, carefully nod their heads to see if there were no omissions. Fukuzawa Yukichi was thinking about what they called "rats" and was going to the monitoring room to take a look.

"and many more."

Mori Ogai's voice came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a smooth, indescribable furry feeling passed over his legs.

Fukuzawa Yukichi widened his eyes in surprise. There was a storm rising slowly in his gray eyes. He lowered his head and caught a gleam of blackness.

That "black" walked around his? calves, and squatted down very well, with its two forelimbs placed in front of the crouched?

It's a black fox.

Mori Ogai is the spiritual body of the sentinel, the black fox.

It held the handle knife in its mouth, like a gift.

For a while, Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't respond with an expression. He didn't know when Mori Ogai summoned the black fox, and he didn't know how much memory the other party had of last night.

His? Hand stopped in mid-air, did not answer.

He turned his head and saw Mori Ogai standing there with his arms folded about two meters behind him, with a faint smile.

"Take it, Your Excellency Fukuzawa." Mori Ogai said softly, "Isn't this the sword you wanted?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "The auction is not over yet."

"Then I was the one who photographed him in the end." Mori Ogai stepped forward, and for a moment, Fukuzawa Yukichi took half a step back.

"Now I give it to you." Mori Ogai smiled kindly.

"You? Answer, or not?"

The author has something to say: Brothers, do you understand? ? ?

It's all a trick! ! !