Goujin has something to say

Yi Dizhi has an old father's expression of "worried about whether the child will be bullied when he goes to school far away from home for the first time".

He saw the burly man standing at the door with a gun turned sideways, and with a vicious aura all over his body, he gave way to the passage into the mafia headquarters in the port to let Gou Makiji and Fukagawa Kirei in.

Goujuanji hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Yidizhi: "Muyuhua."

Fukagawa Kirei blinked his eyes, curved his eyes to reveal a vigorous smile, and replied in a friendly manner: "It's okay, Inumaki-kun. Mr. Ijichi's personal safety will be guaranteed by the port mafia, at least here in Yokohama. !"

She thought about it, and quickly added a sentence in order to prevent Gou Juanji from feeling her overbearing aura.

"And we are not a super evil organization, so don't be so nervous."

The man in black turned back with his mouth tense, and whispered in his heart: I have been working hard here for several years, why didn’t I know that the port mafia is not an evil organization, after all, isn’t it you, Mr. Fukagawa! !

Fukagawa Kirei didn't know what was going on in the mind of her subordinates. She didn't know where she was going to take the dog Makiji. Mori Ogai in the message hadn't replied to her yet, and the few residences in the headquarters were generally owned by high-level officials. .

She gently introduced some unclassified sites within the Port Mafia to Gou Juicing, and the passing Mafia members all looked at her with ghostly expressions, and diverted their attention before Gou Juicing found out.

Until I saw some iconic figure of some port mafia.

Osamu Dazai's eyes lingered on the dog's body for a little while, and Fukagawa Kirei, who was very familiar with him as a person, froze for a moment when he spouted nonsense.

"If Goujuan-kun wants...to go out during non-mission hours, you can contact me directly."

Even if he deliberately hid the stuttering in her speech, the young man who listened to her carefully still vaguely noticed something was wrong: "Salmon roe?"

Fukagawa Kirei understood his question, and she quickly glanced at Osamu Dazai who was standing in the distance looking smiling, with her hands behind her back, she walked around in front of the dog.

She bent her eyes towards Goujuanji and said, "Mr. Goujuan, please wait a moment. I have something to say to my colleagues."

The dog curled spine subconsciously turned to the side, and then hummed a little.

Fukagawa Kirei asked him to wait on the spot, and he quickly walked towards the place where Osamu Dazai was standing.

The boy with bandages on his face narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "Is that the person you fell in love with at first sight?"

Fukagawa Kirei blinked, neither denying nor admitting.

There are more important things to ask than this.

Fukagawa Kirei lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice, "Dazai Dazai, what room did Mr. Mori arrange for Inumaki-kun?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes: "The conjurer and the assistant supervisor live together. But if Kirei-chan begs me, I can reluctantly arrange it for you~"

Fukagawa Kirei was expressionless, and pinched the back of Dazai Osamu's hand fiercely, "I remember that there was an empty room next to Chuya's room, and I took Inumaki-kun there."

"Is Kirei-chan going to let the person he likes live next door to Nakaya? Even though it's only four nights, Nakaya-kun has to go in and out of the room from time to time, aren't you afraid he'll be disturbed?"

Fukagawa Kirei raised a question mark: "Did you sleep with the door open?"

of course not.Osamu Dazai was just not too happy.

But the boy felt that there was no need to express his dissatisfaction with Fukagawa Kirei now, so he pouted slightly: "Mr. Mori prepared a room for him, on the third floor, downstairs of your room."

When Fukagawa Kirei met Dazai Osamu for the first time, he also showed extraordinary familiarity.

It's just a slight gap, Fukagawa Kirei's 3-minute popularity is well known to the entire port mafia.

"And Kirei-chan, Mr. Mori asked me to remind you not to forget the overtime work tonight."

Fukagawa Kirei ignored the latter sentence, and after obtaining the information about the dog curly thorn, he quickly turned around and left the black-haired boy behind.

Goujuji's gaze slightly touched Osamu Dazai's in mid-air, and the magic speller felt the subtle hostility of the other boy almost instantly.

He thoughtfully looked at the happy girl in front of him, who was bouncing around on the way to the residence with him.

The limitation of speech is destined to make it impossible for him to directly ask the doubts in his heart. The young man thought about it, but still did not ask.

——In the eyes of the gentle speller, everyone has the right to keep their own secrets.

It's just that Fukagawa Kirei is not an "ordinary person", which reduces some of the sense of distance deliberately constructed by the dog.

According to Osamu Dazai, Fukagawa Kirei still has the mission of extermination tonight, so even if Fukagawa Kirei wants to stay longer, there is no other way.

She sent the dog curly thorn to the door of the room, and handed him the key.

"Clothes and toiletries will be delivered later, as well as cough syrup! Goujuan, please rest well ww"

Goujuji nodded obediently, and Fukagawa Kirei had a filter in his eyes, seeing that his eyes exposed outside his collar were wet.

"Salmon roe."

Maintaining a somewhat dazed state and watching Gou Makiji close the door, Fukagawa Kirei turned and walked towards another building of the base.

Mori Ogai, a dog man, has time to assign tasks, but he doesn't have time to reply to messages!

Fukagawa Kirei completed the extermination mission tonight with Nakahara Chuya. The port mafia's new labor force has been working continuously for several days. The orange-haired boy is about to stagnate in height due to lack of sleep.

Fukagawa Kirei felt pitiful after seeing it.jpg

She pushed open the door, and Chuya Nakahara was writing a report on the last mission. The black top hat was hanging on the shelf next to it, and Fukagawa Kirei took it casually and put it on his own head.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up at her: "..."

Chuya Nakahara, who was writing the report in pain, obviously didn't want to waste time on Fukagawa Kirei, he quickly lowered his head again, and made the final desperate struggle with the mission report.

Fukagawa Kirei wanted to say that these things can be completely handed over to the people below, but he also thought that this might be Dazai Osamu trying to make Chuya familiar with the official accent and become a cadre as soon as possible.

It was a lot of hard work.So she chose to ignore it.

However, Chuya Nakahara spent too long writing the report, Fukagawa Kirei was really bored, and started to circle around the office.

On the first lap, the footsteps were brisk, and it was easy to guess that the person making the move was in a happy mood.

On the second lap, the speed was the same, and the brisk footsteps brought an unknown tune.

In the third lap, it was obvious that circling around the room was no longer enough to satisfy the girl, and she had to add some ecstatic dances and cheers while running around.

The fourth round... Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sitting on the office chair, also broke the pen in his hand, and the dark blue ink was splashed on the desktop, leaving a mess on the half-written task report.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

"Fukagawa Kirei! If you're really so free, go and deal with those guys for me in advance!"

Fukagawa Kirei stopped in his tracks and complained, "Chuya! You're killing me!"

Nakahara Chuya twitched his forehead, looked at the scrap report for a while, and threw half of the pen in his hand towards Fukagawa Kirei.

Fukagawa Kirei easily dodged while pressing the top hat on his head, and then said with a smile, "Chuya~ lend me a motorcycle for a ride, and I will write the mission report this time."

Zhongyuan Zhongye:.

Chuya Zhongyuan: "Let's go."

Fukagawa Kirei shook his head, his beloved motorcycle can be used as a bargaining chip, which shows how painful it is to write a report.

—Anyway, she didn't write it.

The girl took off her top hat and gave a gentlemanly salute, and returned the black top hat to Chuya Zhongyuan with a smile on her face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also tidied up his trench coat, and naturally took the top hat in her hand.

"Are you in a good mood today?"

Fukagawa Kirei's face was full of pride: "Love has made great progress!"

Central Plains Chuya:?

Nakahara Chu didn't know why, but he wasn't a gossip person either. He had a general understanding of Fukagawa Kirei's personality after getting along with her for a few months, and he was also used to her big ups and downs in mood from time to time.

No easy task tonight.

Mori Ogai will send the two largest forces of the port mafia to play because he wants to eliminate the entire mafia organization east of Yokohama and completely control the port in his own hands.

Holding the port in your hands is equivalent to holding the lifeline of the economy.

Fukagawa Kirei was driving a motorcycle she had admired for a long time in Nakahara Nakaya's garage, and when she reached her destination, she whistled and turned over neatly.

The organization of the port is ready.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled up the glove that exposed the back of his hand, tilted his head and said: "Old rules."

"Got it!" Fukagawa Kirei nodded, and raised his voice to the many men in black: "Everyone, don't be nervous~ We're just here to chat on behalf of the port mafia—"

Before the end sound fell, Nakahara Chuya moved at the same time as the bullet on the opposite side.

The actions of the two are generally divided equally between the opponents. Fukagawa Kirei's physical skills are also slightly inferior to those of Nakahara, but under the extremely poor shooting level of the opponent, he does not need to use special abilities to appear on the stage.

She quickly and neatly dealt with the people in front of her, and the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated slightly.

Fukagawa Kirei raised his eyebrows, casually took out his phone, and clicked on the message bar.

[Tuna Mayonnaise: Excuse me, is it okay to leave the Port Mafia now? ]

Fukagawa Kirei twisted off a person's arm casually, and quickly typed with the other hand: 【Yes!I'll ask a civil servant wearing glasses to pick you up, Mr. Goujuan, remember to go back to the port mafia before twelve o'clock! 】

Anyone who saw this look would think it was too crazy.

However, half of the people Fukagawa Kirei was in charge of just fell into a coma. After all, she had a reason why she couldn't kill casually, and Nakahara Nakahara was also ruthless.

When the unilateral slap was about to come to an end, Fukagawa Kirei suddenly stopped, raised his hand, nodded his eyes, and called Chuya Nakahara's name.

"Chuya! Come back first!"

The huge and strange polymer in the field of vision changed from light to dark, and the black air overflowing from the dead body on the ground at Chuya Nakahara continued to intensify, which was stronger than what Fukagawa Kirei had seen in Xingfu commercial street and old buildings before. many.

Nakahara Nakata clicked his tongue, quickly retreated, and took Fukagawa Kirei's back collar to lead her a little farther away.

——It should be a curse.

Fukagawa Kirei squinted his eyes and looked at the densely packed eyes, which were enough to make the patients with trypophobia die on the spot. The dancing tentacles of the curse surged to the surroundings. Perhaps Chuya Chuya killed too many people tonight, and it didn't want to stop. growing trend.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "What the hell is this?"

Fukagawa Kirei put his palms together calmly and said, "The retribution after the bloodbath of the port."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"I'll fix it."

Nakahara Chuya, who tugged on his black gloves, suddenly turned his head to look at Fukagawa Kirei, and warned with a displeased face, "Don't use supernatural powers on this thing."