Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Yokohama, Ayatsuji Detective Agency.

Under the vaulted ceiling, several caramel-colored rattan chairs surround a rectangular wooden table, and a bookcase with a high ceiling stands beside the wall.In addition to some esoteric and obscure books, there are also many lifelike puppets with empty eyes neatly displayed.A ceiling fan gently stirred the stuffy air.The stained glass used to decorate the room is impervious to sunlight, and the only source of light is a gaudy antique chandelier.

Obviously, the taste of the owner here is a bit old-fashioned, and it is full of cold and strange witchcraft. Even the wooden coffin on the ground is not obtrusive, as if it was an ornament that was placed there.

Ango Sakaguchi stood under the antique lamp, concentrating on flipping through the phone's address book.The black cat under his feet circled around his feet, looking up at him from time to time.It's just that he doesn't have much time to pay attention to this cute little thing.

The address book seemed to be very long, and he couldn't turn it over even though he was moving his fingers.

"Ango, sit down and eat some fruit." Ayatsuji walked over with a fruit plate and placed it on the table in front of Ango Sakaguchi.

The person whose name was called sat down, and the black cat under his feet immediately jumped onto his lap, meowed lazily, and then lay down on it and closed its eyes to rest.

Finally, Ango Sakaguchi found someone he wanted to contact.

After dialing the number, the call was picked up within a few seconds.

"Moses Moses."

A familiar lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, and Ango Sakaguchi's expression was slightly relaxed: "Dazai."

"Oh, Ango, did you call for something?"

"I have a commission from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. I hope Dr. Xie Ye from your Armed Detective Agency can accept it."

"Consignment? Well, I'll tell her, when?"

Ango Sakaguchi: "It's better now."

"Ok."

"Thank you and goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The phone was hung up.

As former friends, they didn't have a single word of extra greeting.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the phone in a little disappointment. He knew that Dazai Osamu would not be able to let go of the death of Oda Saku.

He himself is the same.

"How?" Ayatsuji pedestrian interrupted Ango Sakaguchi's thoughts, and stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, "Didn't I let you eat fruit?"

"Brother Pedestrian, I can eat it myself." Ango Sakaguchi chewed strawberries and said vaguely, "Now I just need to call Gojo Satoru of the Conjuration Academy."

Then he made another call.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what he was doing, and after thinking for a while, he was connected.

"Hi, I'm Ango Sakaguchi from the Supernatural Special Affairs Section. I'm sorry to contact you so late. Although it's a pity, your student Knotaba Yuhito has been confirmed dead because of serious injuries and the rescue failed. If it's convenient , please come and sign the death certificate, the address will be sent to you later."

"My condolences, goodbye."

Ayatsuji pedestrians waited for Ango Sakaguchi to finish the call, raised his chin, and pointed to the coffin: "Is this really good?"

"It's already the best course of action."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed down his glasses, all he can do now is wait for all the actors to arrive.

Jianren, I hope that the senior you're talking about won't tear down Brother Pedestrian's office as soon as he comes, so that it will be more or less a surprise after knowing the truth.

……

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie had just left the Mafia building at the port when Ango Sakaguchi's address was sent.

Judging from the location shown on the electronic map, that place is even more remote than the Armed Detective Agency.Is the Ability Secret Service Division so poor?How did you choose this place?

"Shall we take a taxi?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Is there a better way so far away?" Xia Youjie asked back.

"Yes, I have."

The gentle smile on Xia Youjie's face froze for a moment, and he said, "There should be no rush, let's take a taxi."

He didn't want to be carried around by Gojo Satoru by the collar.

"Jie, my lovely students are all dead, you are not in a hurry, it's too heartless."

"Stop making trouble, is the knotweed Yuren really dead?"

"Well, you'll know when you go." Anyway, he wouldn't believe that Yuzu Yuhito died just like that.

After all, he scored twice, but the last time he was heartbroken and survived.

At this moment, a taxi passed by them, Wujo Wutiao quickly stopped it, and the two got into the car together.

"Speaking of students, why isn't Gou Juan with you?" Xia Youjie asked.

"Goujuan was sent to the Armed Detective Agency by me. There are very good seniors there to partner with him. Don't worry."

Speaking of the Armed Detective Agency, Xia Youjie suddenly remembered the piercing gray eyes of the white-haired man in kimono he saw in the principal's office of Ye Mo Zhengdao.

I don't know why, but the impression he saw before was so deep that he still remembers it occasionally.

"What do you think?"

Gojo Satoru bumped Xia Youjie with his shoulder.

"It's nothing, did you see their president when you went to the Armed Detective Agency?"

"That's not true." Gojo Satoru recalled it for a while, but he really didn't see it.

Xia Youjie slightly expressed regret.

It may be that there are fewer people and no cars on the section of road they are taking, or it may also be the reason that the taxi itself is not slow, and it didn't take long to reach the destination.

Judging from the appearance, it is just an unremarkable old red brick building and dilapidated. If you don't come here specifically to look for it, it should be difficult for anyone to discover that there is any big person here.

The people in the Yokohama Supernatural Secret Service Division are all big shots, let's say.

Gojo Satoru looked around the house and chuckled, "There are a lot of idlers here~"

Xia Youjie nodded noncommittally upon hearing this.

The entrance on the first floor is very narrow, but it is a bit too short for Gojo Satoru, who is 1.9 meters tall.

After entering the door, there is a hole in the sky.

"You are here."

It was a young man in a khaki suit and glasses who spoke.

The young man's short black hair was combed behind his head, his facial features were beautiful, and there was a very small mole at the corner of his mouth. He looked refined and strict.

Standing next to him was a blond man with a vine-purple peaked cap, light red sunglasses, pale skin, and delicate facial features. He looked like a cold-blooded creature in European legends who depended on bloodthirsty for a living.

"You are Ango Sakaguchi." Gojo Satoru recognized his voice.

"Yes, you are Mr. Gojo."

"That's right." Gojo Gojo said coldly, "You said my student is dead, but where is my student?"

"Here." Ayatsuji pedestrian pointed to the coffin on the ground.

Gojo Wu: "..." Why does this kid die every time as if it were real?

Xia Youjie: "..."

Both of them turned their attention to the person who spoke just now.

That penetrating cold voice made this dim room even more eerie.

"Ayatsuji pedestrian, the owner of the firm you are in now." Ayatsuji pedestrian introduced himself.

"I don't have time for those boring greetings yet. I want to see if my lovely student is really dead." Gojo Satoru seemed a little impatient, and he wanted to open the coffin to have a look.

"I'm sorry." Ango Sakaguchi blocked an inch in front of the coffin. "There is one more person later, let's talk about it together when she comes."

"Sorry, I'm late."

Just at this time, the sound of high heels echoed in the small space, and a woman with short hair and a metal butterfly hair ornament came in.

Ango Sakaguchi: "It's not too late, just in time, with Dr. Yosano."

"It's you." Gojo Satoru also recognized her, "How is that student of mine at your place?"

She is Akiko Yosano of the Armed Detective Agency.

"Not bad. Following Kunikida, the so-called curse has been exorcised from three of them." Yosano Akiko looked at Sakaguchi Ango, "You called me over, what's the matter?"

"Brother Pedestrian."

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded, squatted down and tilted the coffin.

The cherry-colored short-haired boy was sleeping peacefully, but his chest didn't rise or fall in the slightest.

He is not breathing.

In other words, Knotabagi Yuhito is really dead.