My script must be HE

As if to confirm his words, the raindrops outside the car window became more dense.

The light from the street lamps is reflected on the water pool on the road, and the reflection of the city seems to be seen in the yellow ripples.The Honda drove into the rain and soon disappeared.

Big and big raindrops fell on the car window. Amidst the sound of fine rain, the car fell into a moment of silence.

Hui Yuanai turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror ahead.

She saw the blue eyes of the man in front of her in the mirror, full of confusion and sadness.

"Do you know the person in that car?" Conan's voice slowed down.

As if he just came back to his senses, Oda Sakunosuke replied in a flat tone: "Yes."

"a friend."

...

An hour later, the rainy night fell from the eaves, splashed on the ground, jumped up and fell again.

In an abandoned warehouse, Naoki Hosokawa's connector was tied to a chair, and Toru Amuro in front of him had a page full of names on his hand.

"I didn't expect that gem merchant to store such important information in the computer." Ireland looked out the door.

The heavy rain seemed to want to cover up all these dark and invisible things, and the sky could no longer be seen clearly.

"It's just luck." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, and the mole on the corner of his mouth moved slightly with the words.

But this luck was known in advance by the supernatural power.

Ability [Theory of Fall], read the memory on the object.Unlike other people who have various special effects once they use it, there is no obvious difference when [Fallenism] is activated.

As long as no fingerprints are left, you can know the ins and outs of the matter by just touching it on the spot.

As the 'supervisor' Toru Amuro is completing the final task.

The task that Rum gave them was almost completed, and Toru Amuro changed his posture so that the monitor could see the list clearly.He kept his personality in mind, and snorted with dissatisfaction on his face.

"I hope you can keep this luck." After all, he is a senior who was provoked by the 'newcomer'.

If he didn't clearly know that Ango Sakaguchi didn't mean that, his attitude would be worse and more sincere.

The camera dutifully captured the document that had just been recorded.

Once Rum confirms that there are no problems with the list, the suspicion of Ango Sakaguchi can be cleared.Amuro's gaze moved up and down from the string of names, and turned to the source of goods on the next page.

The information obtained by Ango Sakaguchi is very detailed, so Rum's purpose is also clearly exposed.

'Because it's port black-hand-party stuff. ' Amuro Toru's hand flipping the paper didn't stop at all.

The information in his hand can at least cause hundreds of millions of losses to the port mafia.

And Ango Sakaguchi quickly completed the task within two hours without the opportunity to spread the news.

Even Rum doesn't think that someone will give up hundreds of millions of funds for an undercover agent and there will be a series of subsequent losses.

'Good job, but is there really no problem with Osamu Dazai? Toru Amuro frowned slightly.

That's not something that can be solved with tens of millions.

He couldn't help but look at the man who was about to get in the car and leave.

As if aware of Toru Amuro's gaze, Ango Sakaguchi turned his head and pushed his glasses.

Don't panic.

...

"...In summary, this part of the supply has been discarded and replaced." The document in his hand turned to the last page, and the secretary of the leader lifted his glasses, then looked down at the tip of his shoe.

He has always known how scary this kind of man is, and he learned early on not to delve into it.

In the dark and empty room, only the overhead light seemed to be on, illuminating the leader in front of him and the leader's secretary who was reporting.

Under the light, the overexposed leader sat with a smile on his face, crossed his legs, and slightly tilted his head.

"Well, don't be so scared." He said, "Zhong is not such an unreasonable person."

The port black-hand-party in this world has only one cadre, so this cadre has taken over all the work of the five major cadres of the port black-hand-party.Interrogation, intelligence, smuggling, etc. have all been in charge of Zhongyuan Zhongye, and the work of the secretary is much simpler. He only needs to perfectly fulfill the needs of the leader.

Then the chief asked him to join the smuggling line run by the top cadre.

The leader didn't think there was any problem at all, and he was looking forward to when the furious top cadres would come to find fault.

Heavy footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the familiar high-pitched voice of the top cadre: "Dazai—"

The next second the door was pushed open, and Nakahara Chuya skillfully closed the door to block the guard's eyes.

He didn't seem to notice the leader's secretary who had just retreated into the darkness, and went straight to the point: "Why did you suddenly intervene in my work?"

"Anyway, what are you thinking about, right?" Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth, "Why don't we settle the accounts today?"

He strode up to the leader, staring down at the iris right eye.He really meant it this time.

"Yesterday I saw you were in a bad mood so I didn't ask, but you did that, right? Dazai."

"Which one are you asking?" The leader changed his sitting position, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the secretary standing in the dark.

Seemingly recalling bad things, Nakahara Chuya's tone gradually sank.

"Before I always thought that Professor Glasses was an undercover agent of the Supernatural Secret Service and returned to the Secret Service." He said, "My 'memory' told me so."

The sombre red of the scarf seems to blend in with the shadows, making the smiling owner look like a delicate doll in a window.

He affirmed Chuya's statement without any fluctuation.

"Yes, that's right, Ango is indeed an undercover agent."

"But that's not right." Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his voice, and he said blankly but firmly, "There is no glasses professor in the supernatural agent department."

The vague memory told him that he would see that man in the Supernatural Secret Service Section, but his subconscious kept clamoring in his heart that he hadn't seen it, he hadn't seen it.

This is wrong.

The corner of the leader's mouth still curled up.

"Are you trying to say that there is something wrong with your memory?" It seemed that this was not something to be surprised at, Osamu Dazai lowered his head and looked at the back of his intertwined hands.

The light above his head showed a yellowish color, giving the back of his pale hand a plastic texture.

"Don't hide from me, Dazai." Nakahara Chuya had some warning in his eyes, "This is already related to me."

Due to the many criminal records in front of him, he had reasonable doubts: "Did you do this?"

The black coat was still dull under the exposure of the light, and the man whose face was covered by a third of his bandage was staring at his outstretched fingers, his iris-colored eyes seemed to move with the movement of his fingertips.

"You misunderstood me." There was a sense of relief in his tone.

"A glass of water," he said. "The surface of the water in the glass is still, and then a drop of water falls into it, and the same amount of water is taken away to maintain balance. The water surface is still calm, so is the glass of water still the same?"

of course not.

Maintaining the stability on the surface, it has actually become muddy and has been completely changed.

Like ink dots mixed in clear water.

"Just like after the tide rises, the shape of the beach changes as the water recedes. This is an inevitable thing and a natural occurrence."

It is also irreversible.

His eyes seemed to look into the distant void through the shadow of the chief's room.

"That's not how our world works."

...

The remote monitoring had stopped, and Toru Amuro destroyed the camera on the tie casually.

Ireland went back by himself, while Toru Amuro asked Ango Sakaguchi to pick him up and send him back on the pretext of training a "newcomer".

The Honda stopped at the initial position, the sound of the rain outside the car window decreased, and the street lights on the side of the road could already be seen clearly.

"Is it over?"

As if knowing all this in advance, Ango Sakaguchi spoke at the right time.

"Hmm." Toru Amuro was not surprised by this - after all, Ango Sakaguchi performed exceptionally well in this mission.

So good that he felt a sense of crisis.

'Could it be that people from these different worlds have good brains? 'This kind of thought emerged uncontrollably, and soon Toru Amuro dismissed it by himself.

The Akutagawa Ryunosuke of the Armed Detective Agency is more like the military school than the brain school, and so is Nakajima Atsushi.Maybe this is just an individual difference. After all, if the "peer body theory" is correct, then let these people change their careers to write books, and everyone can become a great writer.

Putting aside these miscellaneous thoughts, Toru Amuro thought it over, and asked: "Is it okay to do this without notifying Osamu Dazai?"

After all, it's all money. As the leader of a large organization, you should pay attention to it anyway, right?

Sakaguchi Ango lowered his eyes slightly, as if he remembered something.

"There is no problem with Mr. Dazai. He must know." He said.

"You're really confident..." Toru Amuro, who knew Osamu Dazai's mind, couldn't but be surprised by the trust between them.

The eyes under Ango Sakaguchi's glasses looked at the orange street lights in front of the car and the water beach on the ground reflecting the lights.

Warm tones seem to pervade the field of vision, and round glasses reflect white light.

Sakaguchi Ango raised his head and leaned back on the seat behind him.It seemed that he was touched by the scene and something disturbed his mind, he said unexpectedly: "As someone who has experienced it, let me give you a piece of advice."

"Come here?" Toru Amuro was puzzled for a moment, and then quickly understood what he meant through their identities at this time, "Do you mean undercover?"

Sakaguchi Ango nodded.

"Don't trust the plan too much," he said.

When he looked at each other two hours ago, when he vaguely saw the blue eyes of Oda Sakunosuke, some memory fragments that had existed washed through his brain.

The flames were as dazzling as the bright lights at this time, lingering in front of my eyes.

The heavy rain outside the window slapped the ground, and when he opened the car door, Toru Amuro seemed to hear a faint sigh.

"Christmas, I really miss that day."