I keep peace by drawing cards

If Osamu Dazai and Kunikida hadn't returned in time, the entire detective agency might have been dismantled by Chuya Nakahara.

It was something caused by Ranpo's playfulness, but he didn't feel any guilt about being the "culprit", instead he kept staring at Yumeya Takizawa.

He looked unhappy, and there was a little resentment.

Can you not complain?It was obviously a toy that was made for myself to play with, but in the end, another person stepped in.

The toy became his, and he had fun playing it, but he didn't at all!

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie didn't want to stop the Central Plains Chuya Huskies from demolishing their home, anyway, it wasn't their home that was being demolished.

The two sat on the sofa very synchronously, with their hands spread out, looking very tired, there were some fruit snacks on the table, the two would watch a play, and watch Takizawa Yume who was playing around in the world also.

The postures of the two of them were inexplicably ruffian, they were both seventeen or eighteen year old boys, when they were acting flamboyantly.

Xia Youjie usually looks calm and mature, and he may become friends with Wujo Wu not because he and Wujo Wu complement each other, but because he and Wujo Wu have similar personalities.

It's just that he usually dresses well.

Takizawa Yume also showed Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie the genealogy of the elders, being stared at by the two juniors like this, he felt strangely guilty.

But it didn't take long for the guilt to disappear, and he even thought confidently, he didn't cheat them once or twice with the card, he cheated them all, what can he do?

Could it be that they can still sue Zap and Yuecheng Snow Rabbit?Just sue, it's him anyway, and his elbows won't turn outward.

Takizawa Yume also suddenly thought of a wise saying: The only person you can trust is yourself.

After all, those card characters are all himself, and he will not betray himself, and of course he will not come to him for two people who have been tricked by him.

He smiled warmly like a spring breeze towards Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, and there seemed to be a layer of light passing around him, with visible golden dust floating around.

The light shone for a moment, blurring his face, like a deity who couldn't see his face clearly, but was full of divinity.

Pooh!

Wujo Wujo grinds his teeth.

Xia Youjie sighed, and patted Wutiao Wu's shoulder, looking helpless.

Is there any way, this person is their predecessor's teacher, even if they go to sue, it's useless.

Zapp ran away when he saw the teacher. Yuecheng Snow Rabbit and Yue in his body were master controllers. If he complained to him, the sharp arrow would have passed their faces.

Wujo Wujo was gearing up, full of pride: "I want to beat him to vent my anger."

He glanced at Xia Youjie, and there were four characters written in his eyes - what are you doing together?

Xia Youjie looked back at him.

--Do not.

Xia Youjie said earnestly: "Wu, Mr. Takizawa has many students."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, he was both energetic and flamboyant like some young people who are inexperienced and irresistible.

"I'm afraid of too many people?"

The old god Xia Youjie was there, and looked at him with a smile: "Then please."

Gojo Satoru didn't move, he muttered and didn't know what to say.

He noticed that Chuya Zhongyuan, who failed to demolish the house, lost his price with an old man, and it was rumored that he bullied the old man.

Or...to encourage the Central Plains to do it?Anyway, he is also from the port of Mafia, and he is not a good person, so what if he doesn't respect the old.

Zapp's age is 24 to [-]. As Zapp's teacher, no matter how young he is, he can't hide the fact that he is old.

Wujo Wu has an open personality, and his anger comes and goes quickly.

He was resting his chin, looking at Takizawa Yumeya seriously.

Being able to hand over so many trouble-loving students means that he is also a trouble-making person in a certain way, which can be seen from the world.

Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze, and couldn't help but land on Takizawa Yumeya's face.

His complexion is very pale, he has not seen the light all year round, he looks lazy, as if he has no favorite, and there is still a light blue color under his eyes, which does not damage his appearance, but adds some inexplicable meaning in it.

What attracted the most attention to Takizawa Yumeya was not his appearance, but his pair of red eyes.

The red ones seemed to be dripping blood, and the eyes were light without much fluctuation.

Give the human race the attitude of not caring about everything in the world, aloof and free.

It is indeed so.

In Takizawa Yumeya's view, the world is just a game to him.

After the game is over, he will return to the real world.

After all, no one can stay in the game forever, right?

The blue screen lit up, and Takizawa Yume also raised his eyelids to take a look, and then returned to his lazy look.

Briquettes are connected to him.

Takizawa Yume also saw the bright red negative number on the panel.

Uh... I have too much debt, it seems that it is not impossible to stay in the game for a lifetime.

It doesn't matter, you stay where you are.

The coal briquettes were successfully connected, and Takizawa Yume also knew the current situation of the card.

Most of them were recovered by the coal briquettes, and those that could not be recovered had to show up in front of people. Cards like Ania and Simentong were temporarily managed by the briquettes.

***

Simentong's manager squeezed out a smile: "A Tong, if you can't write a new song, just take a rest, don't worry."

Si Mentong's face was dull, his eyes were dull, and he replied in a daze: "Okay."

The manager left with his assistant, and thoughtfully closed the door for the temple gate.

As soon as he got in the car, the manager had a sad expression on his face.

"It's been two days, and Atong has been like this. What happened? It's not like this if you can't write a song."

The little assistant said weakly: "I think Tong Jiang is a bit like..."

She stopped suddenly, not knowing what to say next.

"like what?"

The little assistant hesitated: "Like a broken love."

That's right, Simentong has been out of his mind for the past two days, and his reactions have been slow, causing her to sometimes ignore her. It really looks like a broken love.

The manager was angry, and she always took Simentong with her. Simentong was young and hardworking, so she always treated her like a daughter.

Knowing that Simentong was suspected of falling in love, what he thought of was not the possibility of affecting Simentong's career, but which man would make Simentong lose his love?

However, thinking of the love contract that Teramon Tong signed without hesitation for his idol career, the manager hesitated.

She made up a rational story about Simentong constantly struggling between love and career, and finally gave up love and chose career.

Woo woo woo.

As expected of Teramontsu who wants to become the strongest idol in the universe, if she doesn't succeed, whoever succeeds!

"A Tong doesn't have many contacts with boys, and they are all under our noses. How can he have feelings for boys?"

The agent shook off his brain supplement and returned to normal.

The little assistant thought for a while: "Tong Jiang became abnormal two days ago."

"Two days ago?" What did the manager think of, "Isn't two days ago the day when Mafia at the port transferred the man from Mafia who was sent to protect Atong after finding the person who attacked Atong?"

A person appeared in front of the manager and the assistant.

Wearing a black windbreaker, the ends of the two strands of hair hanging around the face are burning white, and the eyebrows are light and almost non-existent.

"No, no, no, not to mention that Atong has a love contract, even if he is in a relationship, the people in Mafia, the port, are too inappropriate."

The little assistant nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "That's right, he looks sick, and he looks like he won't live long enough to die young."

The manager coughed: "He has protected A-Tong for so many years at least, so you can't curse him like that!"

The little assistant patted his mouth lightly: "It's all my talking nonsense."

"But you're right, Akutagawa-kun is not very talkative, not romantic, looks gloomy, lifeless, not like a man in his twenties at all, and is too different from Atong, how could it be Like him?"

The little assistant thought for a while: "Mr. Akutagawa is good-looking and has such a personality. He looks cool and is more popular with little girls."

The manager sighed, "Forget it, Ah Tong has her own ideas, she can figure it out."

Simentong, who was hung up by coal briquettes and made her look like a disconnected robot, didn't know what her manager and assistant had misunderstood.

Takizawa Yume also connected to Temple Gate Pass, and Temple Gate Pass returned to normal.

According to the intermittent memory in her brain, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has been transferred back, and she can continue with her plan.

She disguised herself and put the mask on discreetly.

The large black clothes covered his figure, and the gate of the temple was hidden in the dark night.

"Miss, I have passed the information that the drug deal is going on in the bar under the jurisdiction of Mafia at the port to the Takase Club." Ishihara reported.

Simentong pulled down his hat: "Come on, let's go and have a look."

This is the area under the jurisdiction of Port Mafia, and the neon lights are on, flashing an ambiguous light.

Men and women dressed in different styles enter the bar, and the music is deafening.

Simentong ordered a glass of wine, shaking the glass in his hand, but he didn't drink it himself.

"Miss, after receiving the news, Takase will pass the news to the police."

Simentong shook his wine glass and said indifferently: "Understood."

Port Mafia strictly prohibits members from selling drugs in private.

Although the benefits of drug trafficking are considerable, the people behind it are very troublesome.

Once something happened, the Ability Secret Service Section, anti-narcotics police, military and police anti-social organization supervisory agencies would come to the door. These people had been keeping a close eye on Mafia Port, waiting for them to have an accident, so that they could seize the opportunity to wipe out Mafia Port.

Some things can be done, some things can't be done, and it will be troublesome to touch the bottom line. Mori Ogai doesn't want to cause trouble.

But he couldn't stop the people under his hands, and he didn't hold back the temptation.

Shi Yuan cast a vague glance at the corner: "Miss, those two, that person is the boyfriend of a bartender at the bar, a member of Mafia at the port, he usually relies on the bartender to make transactions with buyers, and act No one knows about the hidden book. But one of our members is a drug addict. I don’t know where he learned that this bar sells drugs. He found him and traded a few times. , got the news."

Simentong looked calm, waiting for what would happen next.

The bar was surrounded by anti-narcotics police, and the people arranged by Shi Yuan calmly blocked the few people who wanted to escape in the chaos.

After a while, they were caught by the anti-narcotics police, and the drugs they sold were also mixed up.

Word soon reached the port of Mafia.

Koyo Ozaki was in the office and asked, "Master Ogai, will those people who disregard organizational discipline be punished?"

Punishment is only a euphemism, and the punishment of Port Mafia is the death penalty.

"It's not our turn to be caught by the anti-narcotics police."

A plausible smile appeared on Mori Ogai's face, and he said something in a very soft voice, and he didn't know who he was speaking to.

"How can you keep the mice hiding in the dark? It's time for them to see the light."