Reconstructing the three-quarter concept in the world of science

The name Port Mafia is much more intuitive than what xx group xx will be. I use the name PortMafia, one is to deter human traffickers, and the other is to increase the popularity of the port mafia.

Perhaps my performance was too bluffing, and the three traffickers were really bluffed for a while.

One of them cautiously probed: "This kind of clumsy lie..."

"You don't think PortMafia is someone you can mess with just because I'm a civil servant?" I sneered disdainfully, and said in surprise, "Or do you think I'm just bluffing?"

I imitated Osamu Dazai's very old hermaphrodite tone, "No way, no way, you don't really think so, do you?"

Some traffickers were irritated by my tone, took out the guns in the holsters, and pointed them at my head.

Although I have encountered similar scenes in the VR world, this is not VR. I am somewhat nervous, but I have done enough expression management with my strong professional accomplishment.

Facing the muzzle of the gun, I looked directly into the eyes of the man behind the muzzle, and stood up calmly to pat the dust off my body.

"Guess, after you shot here, can you get out of here alive?"

?

The faces of the traffickers were full of suspicion, and a man next to him without a gun looked at her sullenly: "What do you mean?"

I laughed: "As a Mafia, I don't have any insurance on my body. I really don't feel at ease. Don't you think so?"

The man frowned, and said fiercely, "Do you have a bomb?"

I didn't comment, and said with a smile: "I also have a boss who likes to put bugs and locators. Do you think he has put some interesting gadgets on me?"

The man with a fierce expression stared at her: "We have searched you, and we have destroyed that locator."

I:"……"

That guy Dazai really put something like that on me.

I was speechless for a while, and then sighed vaguely, "Just one? Well, just our boss, if it wasn't for work assignment, who would want to work under him? How do you know that the things on me are all What about that one?"

Trafficker: "..."

A person who puts this kind of thing on his subordinates really can't expect how noble his personality is:).

I spoke so well that the traffickers didn't dare to shoot and wanted to move as soon as possible.

In the end, the leader of the three traffickers made a decision, "Leave her behind and put the others in the car." He stared down at me, "Are you going to stop us?"

I smiled and turned sideways, "Please."

Anyway, when I go out, I will call the police immediately.

"Ah, by the way, can I return my mobile phone?" I showed a distressed expression, "This organization doesn't reimburse me, please understand my difficulties a little bit?"

The leader of the traffickers looked ugly: "Don't push yourself!"

"But it's always been our strength to make an inch of it~"

The words with the ending sound came from outside the door, and the tall and thin figure stepped into the sight of everyone in the room step by step against the light.

The visitor was dressed in a neat black suit, with a black windbreaker draped over his shoulders, and under his black hair was a tangled bandage, which covered one of the young man's eyes and nearly half of his cheek, only the iris-colored left eye was exposed. The darkness revealed in the eyes is creepy.

When I saw his appearance clearly, I almost thought that my Wuzhenzai had become the Heishizai who belonged to the port mafia, so I quickly turned out his card and took a look.

Oh, fortunately, it's still the Butei card.

But this wave of coordination is also great!

The leader of the traffickers immediately aimed his gun at him.

Compared with a fake mafia like mine whose authenticity is doubted because of my rhetoric, Osamu Dazai's appearance is completely in line with the appearance of a senior mafia, and the traffickers will never doubt that he is not a mafia.

Osamu Dazai, who was pointed at by the gun, was unmoved, and even praised me very defiantly: "Xiao Saori is better than I imagined, and she is already able to deal with this kind of situation alone."

I think he has something to say, but no proof.So I twitched the corners of my mouth with a half-smile: "This is thanks to Mr. Dazai's good teaching."

There is one thing to say, this is your character set specially imitated, it is not an exaggeration to say that you taught it.

A human trafficker looked at us for a while and suddenly asked, "Are you her boss?"

"right."

"How did you get here?"

Dazai Osamu came to me at a leisurely pace and squatted down, picked out a small metal object from the inside of the bottom of my sneakers, held it up in front of his eyes and showed a pure smile.

I:"……"

Dude, you hid it inside my shoelaces, no wonder you didn't find it in the search, you are such a ghost of hiding things :).

The traffickers obviously didn't expect there to be such a talent who hides the locator. The three of them were shocked, and even the abducted girls looked at him dumbfounded.

Suddenly, sirens sounded outside.

The traffickers were alert immediately, but before they could act, the gun pointed at Osamu Dazai had fallen into Osamu Dazai's hands at some point.I also quickly seized the opportunity and took the opportunity to snatch the gun that was still held sideways in front of me.

The third robber was about to take out the gun in the holster, when a girl rushed out of the abducted girls, kicked him to the ground, and the girl grabbed his arm and folded it behind his back. Stepping on his shoulder blades completely blocked his movements.

When the police rushed in, Osamu Dazai's muzzle was pointed at the mouth of a kidnapper, and my gun was pointed at the forehead of a kidnapper. When the police saw it, they almost arrested the two of us together.

I had an idea at the time and explained to the police that Dazai and I were members of the Armed Detective Agency to solve this case in response to this human trafficking operation.

The human traffickers immediately understood that PortMafia, who had just been in love, was fooling them! !

The policeman who almost took us as suspects took a look at the posture between us and the traffickers, and showed a very subtle look on the spot.

Policeman: Well, I saw that they were indeed quite "armed".

After finishing the record at the police station and explaining that there is another female accomplice who has not been caught, the moment we left the police station, the system's judgment sounded——

[The progress of the main task is up to standard, and the card unlocking conditions are met. Please draw the unlocking card. 】

>>

At night, when I lay down and was about to go to bed, I suddenly remembered what the system seemed to have prompted during the day.

It seems that... the card has reached the unlocking condition?

...! ! !

Sit up in a dying dream! !

I sat up like a carp, excitedly opened the card pack, and found...

[What about unlocking?Why is there still only Dazai? 】

[Please ask the staff to draw the cards that need to be unlocked. 】

???

Now unlocking depends on drawing! ?Obviously they are all cards I have, why can't I choose them myself! ?

The system didn't answer and gave me a button to draw a card.

I:"……"

Come on, life has been persecuting me.

I closed my eyes and pressed down.

Give me a detective!Both the president and Mr. Mori are fine!If it doesn’t work, give me an Anwu!

The glowing square frame moved across each card surface. After a burst of colorful light, I slowly opened my eyes and looked over carefully.

...and then a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

【Name: Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Affiliation: Port Mafia

Ability: Rashomon]

Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

The famous port dog.

In his world, the languages ​​of the outside world are only divided into Dazai dialect and human dialect, and what he can hear is obviously not human dialect.Moreover, his comprehension ability is also quite worrying, the kind that even Osamu Dazai can't understand the superficial meaning behind his words :).

Why!

While I do want a PortMafia to do things with, I don't want to start with Akutagawa!Shouldn't such a character with a very problematic personality wait until the hand is stable before appearing again! ?

I took a few deep breaths before forcing myself to calm down.

Think about the good, at least you have a slaughter now, no matter how hard Akutagawa is, at least he listens to Zai!

Although he doesn't expect to be able to create a Hong Kong gangster with his way of thinking, but if the detective agency opens, with Dazai around, maybe it can be temporarily requisitioned?

My mind became active, and I made some mental preparations. I looked at the Akutagawa card face that was lit up in my card bag, and my heart clicked hard.

"I know where your Dazai-san is!"

As long as I admit that I am wrong, as long as I, Dazai, yell fast, I can stop Rashomon!

However, after I yelled out, the room was still as quiet as a chicken, and I realized something was wrong.Open your eyes and see——

???

Where's my Akutagawa?What about Akutagawa my age? ?

>>

The neon lights in the streets and alleys illuminate the city at night, and the pale moonlight shines on the other side of the tall buildings, casting shadows in the dark alley, making this alley with low visibility even darker.

This place seems to have been missed by the urban planning. Only the side of the brick shop is stained with stains that are difficult to remove, just like in the dark corners of this city, there are also "stains" hidden under the water.

"Walking stains" tied the hands of a high school girl with a coat in a dark alley, pressed her hands above her head, and covered her mouth with the other hand.And another "stain" reached under her blouse with one hand and under her pleated skirt with the other.

The girl is not a student who is good at sports and has good physical strength. Facing two adult men who are taller than her, she has no resistance at all. She can only struggle weakly and cry helplessly.

Please, no matter who is good, whoever will save me...

In the eyes blurred by tears, a black-red light flashed in front of her eyes, and the "stain" holding her back screamed and fell to the ground, clutching her wound and looking around in horror.

Deeper in the alley, there were footsteps, accompanied by one or two suppressed coughs.

The girl sat down on the ground and looked in the direction of the footsteps. A thin young man in a black coat came out from the depths of the alley, and then passed her without stopping.

Glancing at the two guys who were still whining about monsters, the girl grabbed her skirt tightly, gritted her teeth and followed the figure in front of her: "Well, thank you for saving me..."

"I didn't want to save you, it's just that they got in the way."

The young man in black coughed twice with his back to her, and walked out of the alley away from her.