Goujin has something to say

[Please don't reject me: Mr. Goujuan arrived at the residence safely? 】

[Tuna mayonnaise: Mmmm. ]

A boy who can reply in seconds and reply with two "ums" is too cute.

The corners of Fukagawa Kirei's mouth turned up a little involuntarily, and just as he was about to switch pages to dial the phone he had just hung up on, he saw another message pop up in the chat window.

[Tuna Mayonnaise: Good night, please have a good rest. ]

Fukagawa Kirei thought that Mori Ogai was really lucky, and she happily sent a good night emoji to the dog Curly, then switched pages and clicked on the mobile phone number of her immediate boss.

The call was connected three seconds later, and Mori Ogai's voice came through the speaker of the phone.

"Kirei-chan actually hung up on my phone. Could it be that the child won't be able to keep it when he grows up?" The slightly aggrieved voice of the leader of the port mafia was a bit distorted on the other end of the phone, and Kirei heard the file flipping over there. voice: "It's so sad, it needs Kirei-chan's careful comfort to get better."

Fukagawa Kirei: .

Fukagawa Kirei: "I have the right to report you, Mr. Mori, for harassing minors. Please don't say anything that makes me sleepless at night and wants to assassinate you."

She really couldn't figure out how Mori Ogai could make people feel chills with just a few words.

"Is that so—even though Kirei-chan has grown up, night visits are very welcome."

Fukagawa Kirei: "Good night if you have nothing to do."

She was about to hang up the phone when Mori Ogai stated his purpose in time: "About today's situation at the port, please Kirei-chan come to my office to report in person."

After a pause, Mori Ogai added with a rare conscience: "This month's salary will be supplemented with a bonus. After all, Kirei-chan and Chuya helped me annex the port together."

Fukagawa Kirei glanced at his attire, blinked slightly, and opened the door again.

Mori Ogai, the new head of Port Mafia, combined his residence and office into one for easier handling of affairs.

It wasn't considered a big room in itself, but there was only a single bed that could barely be used for sleeping, and there were no decorations in the room. It was a little more chaotic than Fukagawa Kirei's room, but not as simple as it could be.

Compared with the former leader, Mori Ogai's requirements in life are extremely simple.

The extremely extravagant decorations of the former leader were basically auctioned off by Mori Ogai on the black market, and the initial funds for the restart of the port mafia came from this.

Only a few people who knew about Mori Ogai's usurpation knew that the black monster of the port mafia was already on the verge of collapse.

Fukagawa Kirei felt that Mori Ogai was a bit strange at first, after all, after he became the leader of the port mafia, he actually didn't enjoy much.

...For the sake of his help, Fukagawa Kirei stayed in the port mafia where no one could control him.

She paused when she knocked on the door with her fingers, and pressed the handle directly to push the door open.

There are medical instruments in the room, and various folders are stacked on the table. Mori Ogai is sitting in an office chair in a white coat and reviewing documents. The dark circles under his eyes are heavier than those of the previous few days. The slightly long hair is a bit messy, and the whole person looks tired.

Fukagawa Kirei crossed half of the port mafia base to come here, and the temperature in the middle of winter night made her fingertips turn red.

She managed to find a place to sit down in the messy room, and sat down consciously before Mori Ogai hadn't spoken.

Mori Ogai tapped the paper with the tip of his pen, his eyes still on the document, signaling Fukagawa Kirei to start talking directly.

Compared with Dazai Osamu, Fukagawa Kirei was more calm when reporting the task. She simplified the content before she put down the account, and emphasized the formation of the curse.

She skipped over the things that almost got out of control.

It is also impossible for Nakahara to tell Mori Ogai about this matter. In the airtight tent, people outside will not know the internal situation.

If Mori Ogai knew about Fukagawa Kirei's nearly out-of-control incident, she might have to return to a confinement room under the harbor mafia again.

"If it is possible to encounter such a thing in every mission in the future, my suggestion is to reach a long-term cooperation with the magician and let them send a few people to stay in Yokohama."

Mori Ogai just finished reading the last line of the document, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "No selfishness?"

Fukagawa Kirei was at a loss for words.

I don't know why, but I always feel that these people around me know that they are plotting against the spell master who is temporarily staying in the port mafia.

Fukagawa Kirei replied very seriously: "It doesn't matter if the conjurer who can come here to take charge is not Inumaki-kun, the curse that Chuya can't completely harm is not in the same power system as us, and the port mafia is not suitable to be here now. Deplete your fighting power on a non-human creature."

Mori Ogai seemed lost in thought.

A place of resentment like Yokohama is indeed prone to curses, and it has been calm before. According to the mouth of the magic world Yusanjia, it has something to do with a "monster" that is brewing and growing underground in Yokohama.

And this monster is about to break out of its shell.

Fukagawa Kirei didn't know this, she continued: "Of course, I don't mind using my supernatural powers, but it's better to reduce the workload."

The fox-like man narrowed his eyes, put his elbows on the table, Fukagawa Kirei calmly let him look at him.

Mori Ogai asked: "Kirei-chan likes that spellcaster very much? If Kirei-chan begs me, I will consider discussing it with the Osanjia."

Fukagawa Kirei looked down at the document with "December Financial Record" written on the desktop.

"If you want a magician to stay, please don't choose the dog curly thorn."

Yokohama is suitable for her and for people with dark souls like them. The darker the underground world, the better Fukagawa Kirei is good at dealing with it, but the dog is different.

That alleyway tonight was just the tip of the iceberg, and to Fukagawa Kirei it wasn't even a big deal.

Dog Curly Thorn is a person in a warm and bright world, so he should return to that world.

Mori Ogai didn't expect Fukagawa Kirei to say that, it was rare for the man to open his eyes in surprise, and then he smiled.

"I see, you really like him."

Fukagawa Kirei smiled, with a warning in his voice: "Mr. Mori, I hope you don't touch him."

"Of course not, Goumaki-kun is a descendant of a spellcaster, and I don't want to be an enemy of the world of spellcasting yet." The leader of the port mafia turned his pen around: "Kirei-chan, Hongye told me, you Should read."

Fukagawa Kirei: ...?

Fukagawa Kirei remained expressionless: "I don't think being a mafia member needs to be beaten in school like ordinary teenagers. Of course, if Mr. Mori insists on this, I think neither Dazai nor Chuya should escape."

Mori Ogai raised the corners of his mouth: "In Tokyo. The school is very close to the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse and Magic."

Fukagawa Kirei: "Okay, I like reading very much."

She didn't think much of what she said, and she immediately responded when she heard the word "spell".

"...Why did you suddenly let me go to school?"

From the moment she agreed, Mori Ogai's face was full of disapproval.

The leader of the port mafia leaned back into the chair behind him and sighed deeply: "What Hongye means is that if you want to integrate into human society, it is not enough if you only have Dazai and Chuya in your social circle."

In fact, it was Fukagawa Kirei who was locked up in the confinement room for too long, Ozaki Koyo thought she should be allowed to see the world other than the mafia - and did not say that she should go to school.

Going to school is just Mori Ogai's own idea.

"I mean, let you go to Tokyo on a business trip." He took out a copy from the pile of documents next to him, put it on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of Fukagawa Kirei.

"The Italian mafia has set up a base in Tokyo, too close to Yokohama, I need you to give them a present."

……

Fukagawa Kirei closed the door, turned around and saw Osamu Dazai standing in the darkness.

She was a little surprised to be able to meet this colleague who was usually invisible at such a late hour. It was obvious that Mori Ogai did not ask him out later.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and shook: "Kirei-chan, have we finished talking?"

Stepping through the boundary between light and darkness, Fukagawa Kirei walked into the shadow where he was standing.

She looked at Dazai Osamu's slightly thin attire, and handed him the gloves that Mori Ogai had just let her take away: "Why are you here?"

"I'll pick you up." When he spoke, his exhaled breath collided with the air to form a white mist, Dazai Osamu squinted his eyes and took it: "After all, Kirei-chan almost lost control today."

The alarm bell in Fukagawa Kirei's mind suddenly sounded, she glanced at the closed door of Mori Ogai's room, and first pulled Osamu Dazai away from the door of Mori Ogai's office.

The street lamps on both sides of the road at the harbor mafia base glowed faintly with yellow light, Fukagawa Kirei shrank coldly, and pulled his windbreaker a little tighter.

The clock on the central building showed that it was already a quarter past two in the middle of the night.

"Dazai, going to bed late is not good for the president." Fukagawa Kirei said word by word, righteously: "And, I didn't lose control today! Zhong can also testify!"

Osamu Dazai didn't let go of her little gesture just now, and let out an inexplicable "Wow".

It seems that Nakahara didn't tell Mori Ogai about this.

Fukagawa Kirei buried her face in the neckline of the windbreaker, talking to Dazai Osamu would shorten her lifespan, and it would take about 10 minutes to walk from here to her room, she did not want to shorten her lifespan in this short period of time.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, looking sideways at Fukagawa Kirei's side face.

"But it's thanks to you to be able to control it, Kirei-chan." Fukagawa Kirei heard Dazai Osamu's brisk voice: "And, I thought you would stay in your room to rest tonight."

Fukagawa Kirei was speechless.

"If it wasn't for Mr. Mori, I would probably be in a dream now."

Osamu Dazai laughed twice, the boy's bandage was a little loose, he raised his hand to straighten it, as if he just asked casually: "What did Mr. Mori talk to you about?"

Fukagawa Kirei pondered for a while: "Mr. Mori probably... wants me to go to school?"

"Hey - where are you going?"

"Tokyo! Mr. Mori said it's near the High School of Conjuration."

"..."

Osamu Dazai suddenly stopped in his tracks, Fukagawa Kirei blinked blankly, and stopped with him.

She quickly thought about whether she should leave him and go to sleep: "?"

Osamu Dazai stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed Fukagawa Kirei's shoulder.

"Kirei-chan, don't forget who you are the same as, otherwise I will be very distressed."

The boy who also had a pure black soul approached, and pressed his cheek against her cheek, his smile was as sweet and greasy as if soaked in icing sugar.

Fukagawa Kirei opened his eyes wide and leaned back, avoiding Dazai Osamu's equally icy skin.

The boy's eyes, which were exposed outside the randomly wound bandages, blinked. For a moment, the eyes seemed to be filled with water vapor, making them look pitiful.

"? Dazai, why suddenly..."

Before Fukagawa Kirei finished speaking, the black-haired boy covered her mouth with his hand, preventing the channel for the next words to come out.

Sometimes Osamu Dazai can make Fukagawa Kirei, who is already easy to feel troublesome, feel troublesome.

His voice was still rising, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved—ignoring the messy bandages, Osamu Dazai was undoubtedly an extremely handsome boy.

But beneath the cheerful tone was a cold dagger, pressed against the throat of the person being questioned.

"Kirei, only we are the same. You said that, didn't you?"