Cursed Humanoid Scourge She has no AC count

The progress of the Armed Detective Agency has stalled, but the progress of the investigation at the Mafia port has skyrocketed.

The ring-shaped chandelier hanging in the general meeting room casts dark red light, and the main tone of the European classical style layout is mainly dark, and the dark tone is very consistent with the port Mafia.

Several photos of Alice were placed on Mori Ogai's desk. The angles of each photo were different. The only thing in common was that these photos were all captured from surveillance cameras or other places.

Mori Ogai, who usually let little Lolita sit in the general meeting room, did not let her out today. Instead, he sat at the long table by himself, looking down at the information collected by his subordinates.

There will always be silence in the room, only the sound of Mori Ogai flipping through the photos.

Nakahara Nakaya stood not far from Mori Ogai, waiting for the other party's order.

Mori Ogai, who stared at the photo for a while, curled his slender knuckles. On the information handed over by his subordinates, he clicked on the words "The abuser has not been arrested so far" and "Suffered from amnesia due to abuse". There was a bit of bloodthirsty in the unhurried tone.

"Zhongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head slightly, "The subordinate is here."

"Why do you think there are people in the world who abuse children like demons?" Mori Ogai asked Nakahara Chuya, and seemed to be asking himself, the bottom of the purple red eyes was as thick as blood at the moment, dark The color of blood is shocking.

"I just said why Alice didn't come to look for me after she came back. It turned out that she was kidnapped by a hateful villain."

Nakahara Chuya's expression was no better than Mori Ogai's after getting this information, and Mori Han's murderous intent flowed from his cobalt blue eyes, "That guy has not been found yet. He can escape our investigation , Such a means of hiding is not like ordinary people."

As for the official people in the Metropolitan Police Department, he didn't pay much attention to their intelligence organization.

On the official side, except for the supernatural intelligence department led by Ango Sakaguchi, who has relatively powerful intelligence, he doesn't pay attention to other general intelligence organizations at all.

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully: "It's a little bit capable, so let's not let it go."

Only Mori Ogai himself knows how much terrifying killing intent is hidden in this sentence.

Even though Mori Ogai didn't say it clearly, Nakahara, who felt Mori Leng's killing intent from the other party, also understood what he meant.

"The subordinates know. Also, Alice..."

Zhong Yuan's tone was a bit hesitant to speak.

"What should I do?"

Mori Ogai nodded with an "I understand" face, and said lightly: "Of course I brought Alice back. How can a daughter not live with her father?"

"My poor Alice has not been accompanied by her father during this time, she must be very helpless and miss her father, right?"

Mori Ogai started talking to himself.

"Besides, how can the treasure of Mafia, the port, stay in another place? It will be targeted by bad guys."

Nakahara took off the black top hat on his head, put it on his chest, and bowed to Mori Ogai: "My subordinate understands."

When he raised his head again, those cobalt blue eyes shone with astonishing light.

Unknowingly, the Armed Detective Agency, where the real parents are about to come, is peaceful.

Osamu Dazai was lazily sitting on the sofa, a small briquette with big watery eyes was squatting on the table in front of him.

Now the little coal ball is using its short claws to pull the paper ball that Osamu Dazai kneaded out of waste paper, and the tip of the little tail is shaking excitedly.

The cat's nature was urging her to play with balls, and Alice couldn't help it.

She pushed the ball under her claws towards Dazai, the paper ball rolled, Dazai precisely held it with her fingers, flicked it lightly, and the paper ball rolled out again.

At this time, Alice will jump up and down excitedly to chase the paper ball.

"Wow, the little lady is amazing, and she caught the paper ball before it rolled down~" Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, and the little briquette that stepped on the paper ball with its small paw raised his chin slightly, looking Very proud.

Izumi Kyouka, who used to be a subordinate of Mafia Akutagawa Ryunosuke at the port and is now a member of the Armed Detective Agency, stared at the interaction between the big and the small, and finally couldn't hold back the desire to suck cats. Silently, she took out a A cat teaser.

It's actually a dog's tail grass.

Atsushi Nakajima: "?!"

Jinghua, where did you get the dogtail grass? !

He watched helplessly as Quan Jinghua, who was attracted by the cat, waved the dog's tail grass in front of the little briquette, successfully attracting the little briquette's attention.

"Want to play?" Izumi Kyoka asked lightly, and Osamu Dazai laughed.

"Isn't Jinghua asking the question knowingly?"

The small briquettes on the table who were still interested in the paper balls had already let go of the paper balls, and threw them mercilessly behind, their round eyes chasing the dogtail grass swaying in her field of vision, and the black hair hidden in the Claws are a little around the corner.

The next step is simple.

She shakes, she chases, she hides, she chases again.

The small briquettes rolled back and forth on the spacious rectangular table, as if performing acrobatics, chasing the fluffy dog's tail grass, making an undisputed "meow meow meow" sound.

Osamu Dazai looked at Alice who was stubbornly chasing the dog's tail, squinted his eyes, and before Izumi Kyoka could react, he slipped past the dog's tail in her hand unexpectedly.

The Spring Mirror Flower in his hand was empty: "?"

Where is my grass?

Alice's eyes lit up: "Meow meow!" Got it!

With all her might, her small body threw herself into Dazai's arms, pressed her paw on the dog's tail grass, raised her shiny cat pupils, and wagged her tail at Dazai.

"Meow meow meow" I caught it!

"Yeah, Miss is really amazing." Osamu Dazai's mouth hooked up again.

Izumi Kyoka, who was robbed of Maomao's attention and cat teasing stick, silently stared at Osamu Dazai, but when the pair of deep kite-colored eyes looked over, she quickly looked away. Still can't help but glance at the little briquettes that stepped on Dazai Osamu's chest with a proud expression on his face.

Quan Jinghua: Yes, I am still a little afraid of this man.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was watching all this, silently covered his face.

Kyoka, give up, you can't beat Mr. Dazai.

On the other hand, Kunikida Doppo, who was still looking through all the materials related to the transformation ability because of Alice's transformation into a cat and couldn't come back because of unknown reasons, had a vein burst on his forehead, and screamed as a toolman while pinching the materials in his hand ——

"You guys should check the information with me and think of a solution!"

Quan Jinghua withdrew from the battlefield.

The winner, Osamu Dazai, let out a lazy voice: "No~ Yes~ Kunikida alone is enough to work~"

"Bastard Dazai! You—"

"It's not good, it's not good!"

A panicked voice sounded from the door, and the door was suddenly opened by Junichiro Tanizaki.

"The people of Port Mafia have surrounded us!"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his lips faded a bit.

"Huh? Those guys again? Haven't you been beaten enough?" Kunikida Doppo frowned.

It’s not been a day or two since Wuzhen and Hong Kong gangsters have been fighting each other, and the other side will send people to harass them for a while, and then the Hong Kong gangsters will be thrown out by them in the end, but the office is in a mess, and the neighbors are spending money again Kung Fu apologizes and compensates.

Tsk, the budget deficit that the detective agency has not reached so far!

Kunikida Doppo's heart was bleeding.

"No! This time is different!" Junichiro Tanizaki said in a flustered tone.

"This time, not only the little soldiers, but also the second of the five cadres of the port Mafia, Zhongya Zhongya and Rimbaud!"

"what?!"

Everyone's pupils shrank sharply.

The relaxed atmosphere in the club suddenly stagnated.

—— Digression——

Tong Mo: I am so wronged to be pulled out to whip the corpse again qwq

In the next chapter, Hong Kong Black VS Butei, who will win?bet bet bet!

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This chapter is a bit of a coincidence. Mo Li's old father was drunk last night, and then the following conversation took place.

The old father unscrewed the doorknob of the study room abruptly, leaned against the door like a boneless man, and stammered, saying: I, I'm drunk.

The ink carp who was holding potato chips and gnawing on it scratched its head in a daze: Then shall I turn on the air conditioner for you?

The old father nodded, and without Mo Li's support, he staggered back to the room and lay down on the bed obediently.

Mo Li's eyes were quick and he quickly pulled out a pillow to cover the old father who fell directly on his head, turned on the air conditioner, and put the trash can near the bed so that he wouldn't find a place to vomit.

At this time, the old father stammered again. He gestured like a child and said that today he met an old classmate and had a good meal together, but he accidentally got drunk [he whispered subconsciously when he said this]

And then—the old father was like a stranded salted fish, with his mouth open and making a sound of "Woo————" like a fish spitting bubbles, inexplicably cute?