Goujin has something to say

Fukagawa Kirei was stunned for a while, then stretched out his arms unconsciously to wrap around the boy's waist, and buried himself in Goujuji's embrace.

So dangerous, so dangerous, almost...

Central Plains, who was standing a little behind, did not relax because the curse had been solved by the curser. On the phone page, the emergency contact had already answered the phone.

Osamu Dazai's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Moshi Moshi~ Is it Kirei-chan or Chuya who needs help from the almighty Dazai?"

Chukahara also twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied briefly: "Kirei, there is a possibility of losing control."

Dazai Osamu was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then the boy's usual frivolous voice cooled down: "Didn't I tell you not to let her use supernatural powers."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue.

The sound of running footsteps came from Dazai Osamu's side: "To what extent has Kirei collapsed?"

Nakahara Chuya frowned and looked in Fukagawa Kirei's direction: "It probably hasn't started yet....But that spellcaster seems to be able to calm Kirei down."

Osamu Dazai's hurried footsteps slowed down: "...Oh?"

Fukagawa Kirei's condition was indeed stable.

Chuya Nakahara confirmed the situation with Osamu Dazai again, put down his cell phone, and joined Mafia at the port. For a while, the boy wanted to touch the cigarettes in his pocket, but remembered that the coat containing the cigarettes had been thrown aside.

In the winter air, the breath collided with the icy air, turning into white mist.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered meaninglessly.

The dog curled its head sideways, and Fukagawa Kirei's hair rubbed against his chin with a slight itchy feeling: "Kelp?"

Fukagawa Kirei tightened his arms, embracing the dog's waist and refused to let it go: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor If you don’t, you might not be able to stand still, woohoo.”

A string of words was poured out by her like beans.

Goujuanji was a little at a loss, he didn't refuse, but he didn't know where to put his hands at this time... After all, he was the one who snatched Fukagawa Kirei into his arms.

The spellcaster can't comfort people either, and the names of a few rice balls popping out of his mouth are already the limit.

So Gou Juanji sighed in his heart, and then acquiesced in this intimate behavior.

Facing the threat of death just now, he saw that Fukagawa Kirei's shoulders were still trembling a little - the dog curly spine didn't know that this was a sign that she was about to lose control.

It's nice not to get hurt though.

The young man thought for a while, hanging his hand in the air, and finally patted her on the back as if to comfort a child.

In the cold winter night, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the girl's body through the clothes.

Curly the dog tilted his head, and asked softly, "Salmon roe?"

Fukagawa Kirei shook his head: "It's okay, thank you Gomaki-kun."

Nakahara Nakahara at the back also glanced at the time: "...Fukagawa Kirei, how long do you want to hug?"

Fukagawa Kirei reluctantly and extremely reluctantly let go of the hand that hugged the dog's thin waist.

She straightened her small suit jacket, and she was very cute: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

The underlings of the port mafia rushed in after the dog pulled the tent down.

The scattered thermal weapons need to be recovered, and this area of ​​the port is a hot spot, Yokohama is in chaos, and many people want to get a share of the pie here.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a look at the blood on the ground. Considering that Fukagawa Kirei almost lost control, although the spellcaster seems to be useful, it is safer to let her go back to rest early.

"You take the magician back to the port mafia, and there will be subordinates to see you off." The orange-haired boy thought for a while, and added: "You can go to the pharmacy, don't stay outside for too long."

"understood!"

Seeing Chuya Nakahara walk away, Fukagawa Kirei walked in another direction with Komaki, while whispering to him: "Koumaki-kun, do you think he looks like a parent?"

The dog curly spine was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "Salmon roe."

Fukagawa Kirei folded his arms around his chest and sighed, no negative emotions could be seen on his face.

"Chuya, he is only 15 years old but he is very mature."

Inumaki-kun looked sideways, and wanted to ask Fukagawa Kirei's age, but Fukagawa Kirei suddenly turned his head and met his eyes.

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and the joy in her golden eyes could easily infect others: "I am the same too! I am one year younger than Goujuan-kun!"

The face of the dog curly thorn buried behind his collar flushed red, and he let out a muffled hum.

The night is dark.

Because of the different location, the auxiliary supervisor Yidizhi didn't have time to come over, and the port mafia's ban didn't allow him to leave halfway, so the tent was put down by Gou Juanji himself.

Fukagawa Kirei actually knew how to drive, but she was driving without a license. In order not to damage her image in Tomaki's heart, she still chose to take a commercial vehicle driven by the queen driver of the port mafia.

The dog curly spine was tangled between the passenger seat and the back seat for a moment, and chose the back seat with a little hesitation.

Fukagawa Kirei's eyes lit up.

She consciously got into the back seat, and tapped lightly on the window separating the front and rear seats: "Go to the pharmacy first, sorry for the trouble."

The driver received the order early on, and "Master Fukagawa" almost said it after saying "yes", but fortunately he stopped in time, and started the car nervously.

The expression on Fukagawa Kirei's face remained unchanged, and he turned his head to look at the dog Curly who was sitting quietly.

"Will Goujuan-jun's throat feel uncomfortable after using the spell?"

Curly Thorn nodded: "Salmon."

Fukagawa Kirei's worried eyebrows were all wrinkled together: "Ah... Could it be that there are very few conjurers, so you have to travel frequently?"

The dog curled his eyes, turned his face sideways, and met Fukagawa Kirei's eyes.

He thought about it, and it was too difficult to explain it with the name of the rice ball, so he chose to reply with a nod.

...So how do you understand this! !

While roaring in his heart, the driver of the car pretended not to hear what was going on outside the window. He silently sent Fukagawa Kirei and the dog to the destination on the way, which was a certain black market entrance that Fukagawa Kirei often visited. .

The low-key black commercial vehicle stopped slowly.

The driver finally managed to breathe out: "Miss Shen Chuan, you've arrived."

The lights on the side of the road were dimly shining, and the dog's eyes stopped for a moment at the alley where there was no pharmacy behind.

"kelp……?"

"That's right here, and there's a pharmacy when you walk inside." Fukagawa Kirei was not surprised: "It's normal for Komaki-kun to be strange, after all, this is Yokohama."

After the car came to a complete stop, the girl opened the car door, jumped down first, leaned on the car door and bent down, and quickly stopped the dog who was about to come down together from rolling the thorns.

"Don't come down, Mr. Goujuan, just wait for me in the car."

Going into the black market is not a world suitable for spellcasters.

His purple eyes were filled with disapproval, he whispered a word of salted fish roe to express his negation, Fukagawa Kirei took a deep breath, and closed the car door anyway.

It is said to be a black market, but in fact it does not have the lively feeling of a bazaar.

After all, Yokohama is a dead city. At night, it is a special place for guns, battles, and transactions. There is a dull sound when the boots touch the ground. Fukagawa Kirei walks towards the target point with ease.

The gloomy atmosphere filled every corner, and some not-so-good memories would be brought back here. Fukagawa Kirei didn't want to see any buildings here, so he nodded his eyes and opened his perspective.

All kinds of dark colors occupied the retina, there was obviously no one on the road, but Fukagawa Kirei knew that there were many people watching who came, and they were afraid of her, so they didn't move.

If another person came in, it would definitely not be such a dead silence—at least the screaming and screaming were still very noisy.

Fukagawa Kirei walked towards the one with the lightest color among them.

Such a dangerous place to buy something like cough syrup, she thought.Yokohama is really terrible, let Inumaki-kun stay away from this place as soon as possible.

——Before the Port Mafia was taken over by Mori Ogai, Fukagawa Kirei was a frequent visitor here.

As an underground doctor, Mori Ogai had treated her many times.

The temperature in Fukagawa Kirei's eyes completely cooled down, she pulled the glove upwards a little, and the leather glove was tightly attached to the skin of her hand.

The owner of the pharmacy seemed to have known that she was coming, and the closed door opened a small crack.

Fukagawa Kirei went down two steps, turned around and closed the door tightly, the hot air from the room rushed up, enveloping her.

The boss of the pharmacy held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, glanced at her attire, and asked leisurely, "What medicine do you want today? Which brat got hurt? Or is there something wrong with you?"

They are old friends.

"Cough syrup." Fukagawa Kirei thought for a while, "And you know, all the medicines that are useful for protecting the throat."

Pharmacy owner:?

He didn't know why, but he still helped Fukagawa Kirei get the medicine.

"You don't need to pay the money, how is Mori Ogai?"

Fukagawa Kirei threw the medicine into a white plastic bag, looked at the ten packs of cough syrup in it, and fell silent for a while, then walked towards the counter where the boss just took the cough syrup without hesitation, and took a few more packs.

"It's not bad. Recently, I'm in the mood to take Alice to a clothing store." Fukagawa Kirei said righteously: "This is the price of intelligence transactions."

The boss's expression twisted for a moment: "He's not worth that much money yet."

Facing familiar people, the indifference and disgust on Fukagawa Kirei's face were much less, and the heater wrapped him in a gentle embrace, but she didn't intend to stay here any longer.

"Hi, how is your body recently?"

Fukagawa Kirei shrugged, didn't answer his words, and closed the door behind him.

The windows on both sides of the alleyway were like dark caves, behind which the devil was hiding, Fukagawa Kirei held back the disgust in his heart, and clenched the plastic bag tightly in his hand.

Before walking out of the alley, the indifferent expression on Fukagawa Kirei's face disappeared again, and she trotted towards the commercial vehicle with the ordinary bag in her hand.

She tapped on the car window twice, which caught the attention of the dog Curlythorn.

The boy diverted his attention from the phone page, watching the girl whose face was flushed from the cold jump into the car, and handed the white plastic bag to himself.

Cough syrup, throat lozenges, and other medicines that are useful for protecting the throat.

Dog Rolling Thorn: "... Muyuhua."

If Fukagawa Kirei was holding the seat in the middle of the back seat of the car where no one was sitting, and staring at the dog's curly spine, if the human had a big furry tail, it would definitely be shaking behind her.

Curlthorn put the bag in his hand aside.

He hesitated a little, reached out and gently rubbed Fukagawa Kirei's head.

………………

Fukagawa Kirei sat back in his seat obediently and sensiblely, starting from the base of his ears, a faint pink spread to his entire cheeks.

The night concealed her abnormality, and a smile flashed across Goujuanji's eyes, and then the boy also moved his gaze out of the window.

Born in such a city, Fukagawa Kirei, what exactly has he experienced?

Dog Curly Thorn doesn't quite know what kind of thoughts he has about her. Many magicians have obvious self-characteristics, and he is no exception.

Dog curly spines are not good at expressing their feelings in words, but they can show their affection in some subtle actions.

——If it’s just to express your affection... you shouldn’t pass it, right?

The car slowly drove into the headquarters of the Port Mafia, and it was already midnight.

Fukagawa Kirei adjusted the expression on her face, she looked at the dog curly spines, and then at the harbor mafia lodgings that hadn't completely calmed down yet.

If he was allowed to go back alone, he might meet Koba-san or Dazai Osamu, the latter Fukagawa Kirei especially didn't want Komakiji to run into him.

Isn't this very similar to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? Fukagawa Kirei's expression was worried for a moment.

The dog curly spine noticed the change in her expression, and was a little worried: "Salmon?"

Fukagawa Kirei shook his head, and decided to sacrifice a little more sleep time: "Let me take Inumaki-kun back to the room first!"

Gou Makiji shook his head, pointed to Fukagawa Kirei: "...Kelp."

Fukagawa Kirei blinked slowly, and took a while to translate this sentence.

"Does Mr. Goujuan want to send me back first?"

Curlythorn nodded.

This small episode caused Fukagawa Kirei to feel dizzy for such a short distance from the stairs to the room. Halfway through, he almost reached the door of the room of other mafia members. Little famous brand gave her a helpless hand.

He pointed to the name tag next to it, on which was written another strange name: "Salmon Roe."

Fukagawa Kirei still couldn't pull himself out of the brainstorming, the dog curly thorn pulled her cuff, and finally sent the girl safely to the entrance of her own bedroom.

The girl mechanically inserted the key into the lock, mechanically unscrewed the door, and mechanically spoke.

"Good night, Mr. Goujuan."

Curlythorn seemed to chuckle slightly.

Fukagawa Kirei closed the door.

The world behind the door is extremely simple. Her room is composed of three colors of black, white and gray, and the furniture is only a simple bed, desk, chair and a slightly larger wardrobe.

It was full of port mafia uniforms, and the few regular uniforms were arranged for her by Ango Sakaguchi with an indescribable expression after he visited her room.

The phone in the windbreaker pocket vibrated intermittently, Fukagawa Kirei ignored it.

She stood at the door, waiting for the dog's footsteps outside the door to gradually fade away, and the smile on her face fell.