Goujin has something to say

The dog Curly Thorn lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling a little empty.

The warm morning sun fell into the room through the undrawn curtains, and there was a slight chill in the air.The dog curly thorn blinked his eyes for a while and was dazed for a while. After about 5 minutes, the sleepiness in his eyes faded a little.

This is Yokohama, home of the Port Mafia.

The dog Curly Thorn rolled over from the bed, and he looked a little dazed just after waking up. He rubbed his sleepy hair, put on his slippers and walked slowly to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face with the disposable utensils prepared by the port mafia.

Yesterday he came back to play, so he slept very late. Although conjurers often travel on business, it is still a bit rare for the dog to fall asleep at one or two in the morning and wake up at seven or eight the next day.

He yawned and buried his face in the soft warm towel to wake himself up completely.

Still have to deal with curses today.

The dog curly spine slowly moved out of the bathroom, and several cough syrup and throat lozenges slipped out of the white plastic bag on the computer table. The dog curly spine rubbed the hair that had not been combed in time. The memory quietly wakes up.

Curlythorn covered his face, feeling shy in the empty room.

——I didn’t express my gratitude well yesterday.

The young man thought of the dark alleyway in the dark night, it must not be so easy to get these things from such a place, Gou Maki knew that he should not interfere with her life, but at least let Fukagawa Kirei know his intentions.

He sat by the bed, and opened Fukagawa Kirei's chat window before Yijizhi sent a message.

[Tuna mayonnaise: typing...]

...Won't it be too abrupt to send a message suddenly in the morning?

Gou Juanji subconsciously raised his hand and gently wiped the snake-eye rune at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He deleted, edited and changed his words, but he still couldn't organize his words well, and the next step sent a message from the other side.

[Please don't reject me: Mr. Goujuan, I'm sorry m(._.)m Because I have a temporary task, I don't seem to be able to spare time for the past two days. I have already applied for your free entry and exit permit. If you have anything to do, you can go out directly . 】

Dog Curly Thorn stopped typing, and he glanced at the chat page again, trying to ignore the little bit of disappointment that spread in his heart.

[Tuna mayonnaise: OK, thank you. ]

Since it is a job that requires a business trip, it is of course impossible for the dog to rest like a vacation.

The port mafia changed another person to wait for the reception at the destination, and Yi Dizhi, who was in charge of the pick-up, drove and waited at the door early.

As Fukagawa Kirei said, the dog who went out was not stopped at all, and the bodyguard at the door even nodded respectfully to him.

Yi Dizhi, who was pacing in front of the car, held on to his glasses from time to time, looking extremely anxious. While waiting, he heard a little, not so official gossip.

Fukagawa Kirei is one of the few beauties in the port mafia. Many members of Mafia are night-time figures. A few saw the temporary spell master sending Fukagawa Kirei back to his room.

The news spread ten, ten and hundreds, and the taste changed in an instant.

They were strictly prohibited from disclosing Fukagawa Kirei's real identity, but that didn't prevent them from sharing gossip in private chats.

—For example, Fukagawa Kirei falling in love or something.

Gou Juanji walked towards Yidizhi, the assistant supervisor was still in anxiety and didn't notice his approach.

"kelp."

"Ah! You're here." Yidizhi finally realized.

He paused for a while, as if organizing his words, and finally asked with some difficulty: "Mr. Goumaki, are you in a relationship with Fukagawa-san of the port mafia?"

Dog curly thorn:? !

The dog stumbled and almost threw himself into the carriage as he opened the door.

He quickly stabilized his body and shook his head: "Salted fish roe!"

Yi Dizhi was an adult at any rate, and seeing the dog Juici's look a little helpless, he could probably guess something.

He straightened his glasses, and said deeply: "I know you young people tend to not control yourself well in terms of emotions, but after all, Fukagawa-san..."

Yidizhi glanced at the personnel of the port mafia who were hurrying around, and decided not to express to the public: "Anyway, get in the car first."

The dog Curlythorn was silent.

There was a suffocating silence in the carriage. Yijizhi's contact with the mafia was deeper than dog curly thorns. He knew that they were outlaws.

He looked through the rearview mirror at the spellcaster who shrank himself in the back seat, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Yidizhi thought he needed to remind the young spellcaster, when the cell phone on the co-pilot's seat suddenly rang.

Before the car started, he picked up the phone.

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is Yidichi-Ji here? If so, turn on the phone's loudspeaker."

The dog curly spine heard the sound and raised his head.

"The business trip ended early. What agreement has been reached between Yusanjia and Yokohama, and we will send a conjurer to stay there later." The invincible Gojo Satoru seemed to have some kind of candy in his mouth, and his words were a little vague: "Student Goujuan has completed today's task, just come back tonight."

"kelp……?"

Curlythorn blinked his eyes.

Fukagawa Kirei suffered from insomnia last night.

Those words of Osamu Dazai almost sent her away, which caused her to be unable to sleep at all at night. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling wondering for a long time whether Osamu Dazai meant to assassinate herself.

But no one will pay for this insomnia.

The port mafia is currently extremely short of people, and there is almost no time to rest in the available combat power. Zhongyuan Zhong is also a typical hardworking player. The workload of people increased dramatically.

Fukagawa Kirei usually acts with their two partners, but today's job is still with Chuya's partner.

The mafia should mostly operate at night, but there is no difference between day and night in Yokohama now.

Ignoring Osamu Dazai's episode last night, the conversation with Mori Ogai last night turned out to be very pleasant. Although he suffered from insomnia, Fukagawa Kirei was quite motivated.

Last night's report was handed over to a clerical subordinate to complete. Ango Sakaguchi closed the door tightly and did not allow other people to step into his office.

How could the small door be able to stop Fukagawa Kirei.

She passed by Ango Sakaguchi's office on the way to meet Nakahara Nakaya, and easily pried open the door, and as expected, she saw Youyuan staring at her social animal.

"...Tell me quickly if you have something to do, and help me deal with these financial reports when you have time." Ango Sakaguchi said quietly: "If you let me write your report, I will consider sacrificing myself to let the spellcaster know your true nature. "

Fukagawa Kirei was heartbroken.

"Ango, you really make me sad." She moved to the table and stared at the tired young man: "Can I ask Mr. Mori which school he wants me to go to? I think Mr. Ango is omnipotent should know!"

Ango Sakaguchi leaned back: "...Seagull Academy."

Fukagawa Kirei quickly took out his mobile phone and searched. The location was indeed close to the suburbs, in the middle of the High School of Conjuration and the Italian Mafia Vongola's resident.

very satisfied!

Fukagawa Kirei put away his cell phone, bowed greatly to his good partner, and then bounced out of the room.

The mission was nothing more than fighting and killing, and the location spanned half of Yokohama. Nakahara Chuya didn't allow Fukagawa Kirei to touch his precious motorcycle this time, and reluctantly lent her the back seat.

Fukagawa Kirei also reluctantly became a passenger.

Nakahara Chuya: "Put on the helmet."

Fukagawa Kirei: "Don't pinch, it will cover my beauty."

Zhongyuan Zhongya stared at death: "..."

Fukagawa Kirei silently put on the black and red helmet.

The surrounding subordinates are watching their hearts and minds, and the relationship between the two pinnacles of the port mafia has not changed since they joined the Central Plains. In a sense, the relationship is super good.

Because of the huge disparity in combat strength, Fukagawa Kirei and Chukahara would generally not consider strategic layout, and it is the same today.

"Take some souvenirs back after solving it? I remember that there are delicious strawberry Daifuku here!"

Zhongyuanzhong also casually dropped a person: "Oh, I'll bring a copy to Sister Hongye."

Fukagawa Kirei stood by the wall, taking advantage of the small gap to fish, and saw the message sent by the dog curly.

[Tuna Mayonnaise: Thanks for taking care, my business trip ends tonight. ]

Fukagawa Kirei: Huh?

Fukagawa Kirei had just glanced at the content just now, and the phone was shot by a stray bullet and was completely scrapped.

The culprit, Nakahara Chuya, sideways avoided the enemy's gun, raised his foot and kicked the weapon away, and said to Fukagawa Kirei without apology: "Sorry, I will pay you a new one tomorrow."

Fukagawa Kirei: What else can I do, I must not forgive him.

Fukagawa Kirei was very concerned about the content of the quick glance, although she didn't want the spell master to stay in such a chaotic place, but!I didn't expect to leave early!

It takes a little time to get to the port mafia headquarters from here.

She pulled out the memory card of the mobile phone with some heaviness, then shot several people with a gun, and turned to Zhong Yuan Zhongya who looked back with a puzzled expression, and said, "Zhong Ye, lend me the motorcycle."

Fukagawa Kirei held his hand: "I'm going to say goodbye to my love briefly."

……

Curlythorn the dog put away the phone.

He hadn't received a reply to the message two hours ago, and he had been staring at it for a long time. If he didn't leave, it would be too late to return to the High School of Conjuration.

Probably... something happened so I didn't see it?

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the roar of the motorcycle gradually became louder, interrupting the boy's wild thoughts.

He looked up at the source of the sound. The black and red motorcycle drifted beautifully and stopped steadily five meters in front of the commercial vehicle.

Fukagawa Kirei quickly let go of his hand, quickly flipped down from the back seat of Chuya Nakahara's motorcycle, and quickly rushed to the side of the black commercial vehicle that was about to start.

The assistant superintendent Yi Dizhi was taken aback, almost thinking that there was going to be a car accident at the gate of the port mafia.

Fukagawa Kirei took a deep breath after sprinting, and knocked on the car window on the side of the dog roll seat.

As soon as the dog curly rolled down the window, Fukagawa Kirei handed over an exquisite small bag.

"Strawberry Daifuku!" Fukagawa Kirei held on to the car window and did not let go, and asked in a low voice, "Goumaki-kun, may I go to Tokyo to find you later."

Yidizhi called out the guy, this wave, this wave is beauty□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' he looked through the rearview mirror, and encouraged the dog to dare to refuse.

But the dog Curlythorn didn't see it.

It was difficult for him to take his attention away from the teary-eyed girl. The small bag stuffed in his hand had a sweet and creamy aroma, and the dog Curly could only see Fukagawa Kirei's golden eyes.

"...salmon roe."

Fukagawa Kirei breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the hand holding the car window: "Then! See you next time!"

She quickly said before the car left: "Of course Mr. Goujuan can contact me at any time! But my phone is broken and I may not be able to reply to the message until tomorrow... Well! Of course, if you are busy, you can ignore me!"

Gou Juanji nodded in a daze.

She speaks really fast.

Fukagawa Kirei was happy, she cheered "Yeah", waved to the dog curly, turned around and ran towards Nakahara Nakaya who was leaning against the motorcycle.

The motorcycle and the helmet were picked up by the subordinates, and there was no obstacle in front of the commercial vehicle.

Yidi hesitated to speak but stopped: "Goujuan-kun...cough..."

Gou Juanji adjusted his sitting posture and lowered his center of gravity slightly. In the rearview mirrors on both sides of the car, he could see the girl bouncing and following her companion into the port mafia.

Goumakiji saw that the mafia named Chuya Nakahara reached out and held down the girl's head deftly, and then pressed down hard, Fukagawa Kirei staggered, and rushed forward two steps to break free from his grasp.

They have a great relationship.

The dog curly spine pulled the collar up a little bit, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the gums, and his eyes drooped slightly.

……so good.