Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

In the tea room, hot air rises from the black sand pottery tea set, as if drawing a clear dividing line between the two sitting on both sides of the tea table.

In Yuejianli, Hongying doesn't like drinking tea, let alone Japanese breeze.

All kinds of elements together are like the standard equipment of a big family with a glamorous surface. Staying in such an environment allows him to easily recall the experience of staying in Sue Yong's family when he was young.

Through the hazy white mist floating in front of his eyes like a tulle, he watched the smiling Tiantian Shantouhuo.

The other party is worthy of being the supreme commander who has been able to deal with senior officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for so many years. On the negotiating table where every word is enough to affect the stable situation between the supernatural powers and the magician, he still performed with ease, and the next to him The stark contrast formed by the slightly nervous former Mr. Spy.

Gengtian Shantouhuo took a sip of hot tea and said unhurriedly: "Let's talk about your request first."

Tsukimi Ri Hongying is also the type with ease. He put forward a straightforward request: "The Supernatural Secret Service revokes the opening permit of the port Mafia. In exchange, I will help the Supernatural Secret Service intervene in the world of conjuration."

Linglie's voice seemed to contain the power to break apart everything, even the mist could be cut off and transmitted to the other side.

Gengtian Shantou touched his chin: "What kind of intervention are you talking about?"

Yuejian Li Hongying said succinctly: "Decentralization of power."

Gengtian Shantouhuo was startled. He thought that the intervention mentioned by the other party was just an opportunity to open a breakthrough in the magic world, but he did not expect that the answer he got was more direct and full of dangerous temptations.

He asked calmly, "How about the specifics?"

Hong Ying raised the corner of his mouth in Yue Jianli. Although he had a rough plan in his heart, the answer he gave was ambiguous: "It depends on your abilities."

"I thought you'd be more inclined to do it yourself."

"Doing it yourself is another price." Yue Jianli Hongying frowned, "But if you can't afford it, then there is no need to waste each other's time."

"Oh, it seems that there is no room for maneuvering..." Taneda Shantou touched his chin, "I understand this, but the conditions you put forward are a bit troublesome."

In Yuezhili, Hongying thought to himself, here we come.

It's time to start haggling.

Zengtian Shantouhuo sighed, as if helpless: "If there is no legitimate reason, but only because of personal grievances, if you say it is revoked, it will be revoked, and the value of the opening license will be greatly reduced. At the same time, it will also affect the credibility of the government."

"That's not bad." Yuejian Li Hongying said indifferently, "But is this something I need to consider?"

Zhongtian Shantouhuo continued: "Even if it is revoked according to the normal process, it needs to go through many procedures and cannot take effect immediately. What's more, this is a special business license, and there are more involved."

"You mean that the promise is the promise, and the realization is the realization, is that true?"

"Hahaha, it's not impossible. It's just a friendly tip, I need to explain it to you in advance, so that you won't be in a hurry in the future."

Taneda Shantou smiled and shook the folding fan in his hand, "But I can't guarantee how long it will take. It's hard for the superiors to interfere with their ideas."

He paused, and a fox-like calculation flashed in his eyes: "Of course. If you have a better plan, that's another matter."

Yuejian Li Hongying chuckled, and said coldly: "You have such a big appetite."

He knows the Supernatural Secret Service too well, and he thinks exactly the same.

The meaning of the other party couldn't be more obvious.

In all fairness, if it wasn't for solving Mimic, the Supernatural Secret Service Division wouldn't have handed over the opening license, and it would be a good thing for them to see it revoked.

The process is long and time-consuming is fake, where will it go after a long time?

It's just that they don't want to let go and go back on their promises, causing the already bad relationship with the port Mafia to deteriorate again, so they need to delay as much as possible.

At the same time, if other supernatural organizations that own or want to fight for this certificate learn about it, it will also have a bad influence.

The benefits that the business license can bring to them cannot be calculated with just a few fingers.

They are reluctant to part with these benefits, but they don't want to give up the benefits of being involved in the magic world.

So, they need a "just" reason.

"Let's do this." Yuejian Li Hongying put on a loose look, "I can give in a step, but in contrast, I need to add other conditions."

He tapped his index finger on the rim of the cup, such an ordinary movement, but it gave people a sense of pressure on his throat, as if he would crush his neck directly if he said a word no.

This time is the real non-stop.

His condition was not "revocation of the business license" from the very beginning.

"In order to strengthen the management of supernatural organizations and maintain social order, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has decided to add an annual inspection system. Those who fail the annual inspection will have their business licenses confiscated."

Yuejian Li Hongying slowly said the lines she had prepared, and smiled, "This is a valid reason."

Taneda Santo stared intently at Tsukimi Ri Hongying who looked composed. It was difficult for him to judge whether the current situation was within the other party's expectation, or he thought it up on the spot.

No matter which one it is, it makes people feel like being led by him.

A few seconds later, Tan Tian Shantouhuo nodded: "Yes."

"An inspection every year." Yuezhili Hongying added... "The specific content is left to you to decide. This year has just begun, and it is enough for you to toss."

Tan Tian Shantouhuo smiled wryly and said, "Is the deadline at the end of the year?"

"That's right." Yuejianli Hongying wrote lightly, "Before the arrival of the next year, one of the business license and the supernatural secret service department must disappear. Guess which one it will be?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere froze instantly.

Tan Tianshan's eyes were heavy with fire, and his blade-like eyes fell on the face of the dark blue-haired boy.The other party responded with a provocative smile, and the calm and introverted look of the past was gone.

Ango Sakaguchi looked nervous. He lowered his head and stared at the cup of tea in front of him motionlessly, almost staring at the bottom of the cup.

He shouldn't have agreed to the chief farmer's obviously fabricated statement in a moment of brainstorming, and came to the scene to "observe and learn"...

What broke the deadlock was the fire in the fields.

He didn't seem to care about the blunt threat at all, and let out a hearty laugh: "Since you have said that, Hong Ying, then nothing can develop into the worst situation."

"That's great, I don't really want to solve it violently." Yue Jianli Hongying put away her provocative expression, pressed her thumb on the cup, and slowly rotated the teacup with two fingers, "After all, the hound is a little troublesome to solve. Woolen cloth."

Listening to his tone, it seems that this is a matter of winning.

Taneda Shantou happily skipped the topic: "What conditions do you want to add?"

The teacup paused, and Yue Jianli Hongying stopped playing, and said a request that no one of the other two present had expected: "Help Dazai Osamu clean up his resume."

Ango Sakaguchi raised his head abruptly, and looked at the dark blue-haired boy who said that in disbelief.

Taneda Yamato showed surprise: "Osamu Dazai? The cadre from Mafia at the port?"

"To be precise, it's a former cadre." Yuejian Li Hongying corrected.

Then, he specially took care of him: "He may come to you soon."

Zhongtian Shantouhuo raised his eyebrows: "Looking for me?"

"Well, he wants to go where he can help others."

Zhongtian Shantouhuo's expression became even more surprised: "What a surprise, that person is a key surveillance target."

Although the person on the opposite side is also a key surveillance target, he has a history of quitting after leaving his resignation application.

Moreover, according to Ango Sakaguchi's description, compared with Osamu Dazai, his position tends to be sticky and neutral. It is difficult to define good and evil, but he seems to do everything.

——If they know a thing or two about the nine camps of DND, they can understand that this is called chaotic neutrality.

But Osamu Dazai was different, it was a lump of walking black mud.

Zengtian Shantouhuo said with emotion: "Before I left, I was able to pry away the important people in the port Mafia. Should I be glad that you didn't pry into the corner of the Supernatural Secret Service?"

Yuejian Li Hongying disregarded the relationship: "It has nothing to do with me."

He casually glanced at the black-haired young man who had been listening all the time. This was the first time Ango Sakaguchi turned his attention to himself.

But at the moment when the eyes of the two met, the other party looked away a little nervously, and continued to stare at the cup of tea in front of him.

He didn't say anything, but picked up the topic just now: "Also, there is no corner worth prying away from the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Zengtian Shantouhuo shrugged helplessly: "At any rate, we also have extremely powerful people with supernatural powers and elites who are responsible for carrying out tasks."

"I didn't see it, I thought I was the only one."

"Totally underestimated."

Yuejian Li Hongying sneered coldly: "After all, the arrangement of spies can be reversed, which is unprecedented."

One sentence directly hit the pain point, and the two people on the opposite side froze slightly to varying degrees.

"I'm almost doubting the feasibility of the three-moment concept. Don't let the three parties peck at each other in Yokohama, it will be funny." Tsukimi Ri Hongying did not forget to take care of him, "By the way, if there is a suitable place, Please recommend it to Dazai-kun."

He felt like a parent whose child bribed (threatened) the teacher before kindergarten.

The topic ended here, and the negotiation came to an end.

Yuejianli Hongying didn't have the mood to stay in the same place and pretend to greet each other. After all the conditions were negotiated, he didn't stay for a second, and went straight out of the teahouse and left the teahouse.

But he didn't take a few steps when a voice came from behind him.

"Yuejianli-kun, please wait a moment."

Hongying stopped in Yuejianli, turned her head to look at the black-haired young man who called her back, and the moment he turned his head, his eyes were probably too cold, and the other party instantly looked like an enemy.

"What's the matter with you, Sakaguchi-kun?"

To this day, in fact, his dislike for Ango Sakaguchi still stems from his identity as a member of the Supernatural Secret Service, at least most of them.

He knew very well that the death of Oda Sakunosuke could not be blamed on the other party. As long as the Supernatural Secret Service arranged a spy, it would definitely develop to this point. It didn't matter whether this person was Ango Sakaguchi.

As for the betrayer, he didn't care at all, after all, it was the friendship of the three of them and had nothing to do with him.

The remaining small part is probably because the first time he saw Ango Sakaguchi, the words "the person Dazai-kun hates" popped up in his mind reflexively.

Sakaguchi Ango pursed his lips, and said vaguely: "Is it because of Odasaku?"

Yuejian Li Hongying replied: "Not all of them."

Ango Sakaguchi took a deep breath, as if mustering all his courage, he said bitterly, "I'm sorry."

Yue Jianli Hong Ying was silent for a few seconds, and then brought up another topic: "I remember you said that everyone's life has value."

In the past, he didn't quite agree with this sentence.

The reason why he can quickly adapt to black and remain indifferent to the loss of life is because he believes that the value of life is zero, no matter how many zeros are added together, the result will be the same, zero.

Similarly, he doesn't quite agree with the reason why Oda Sakunosuke gave up killing people in order to write novels.

But now he is a little shaken.

Perhaps, life is really valuable.

Tsukimi Ri Hongying asked in a voice that could not detect emotion: "Sakaguchi-kun, is the life of Oda Sakunosuke only worth a business license?"

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned for a moment, and then retorted emotionally: "No...it's not like that! The value of life should not be measured by that kind of thing, but the bond they have formed with other people, and the legacy they left in the world. Mark of--"

He suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, and stopped his voice in embarrassment.

"That's it...it's great that you can say that." Tsukimi Rihongying didn't show any expression, but the coldness in his eyes dissipated a bit, "Odasaku has a good eye for making friends, You seem a little different from them."

Ango Sakaguchi's hanging heart hadn't returned to its original place, Tsukimi Ri Hongying suddenly changed the subject: "But I have a natural prejudice against the Supernatural Secret Service, so I still hate you."

"Uh..." The conversation came to an abrupt end.

The dark blue-haired boy turned around and left without hesitation, omitting even the polite farewell that he would never forget, leaving Ango Sakaguchi alone standing in place, looking at the retreating figure motionlessly.

After a few seconds, he belatedly realized something.

What Yue Jianli Hongying said just now seems to be emphasizing that he hates him only because of his status as a special agent?Nothing to do with that person's death?

Ango Sakaguchi moved his lips, but it was too late, the figure had already disappeared around the corner, and he could only swallow everything he wanted to say, stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

He felt even more guilty.