I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Hearing Matsuda Jinpei's reply, Tsukishiro Reiji pursed his lips, suppressing an inappropriate smile from the corner of his mouth.

He solemnly said: "I don't know the name of this organization, and I hope that Mr. Zhenping will not investigate this organization in depth for the time being, it is very dangerous."

Afraid that he would investigate privately, Reiji Tsukishiro emphasized again: "It's very dangerous."

"Okay." Matsuda Jinping chuckled and agreed.

"Does Mr. Jinpei know about the situation in Yokohama?" Tsukishiro Reiji turned his head to look at him.

"Not sure." Matsuda Jinpei seldom paid attention to things outside his eyes.

Tsukishiro Reiji was similar to him, he didn't pay attention to the city he lived in at all, this is what he knew from the comments.

"Before the death of the previous leader of the Port Mafia, Yokohama had a period of chaos. After that, the current leader took over, and the current Port Mafia plays a role of protector in Yokohama to some extent."

Although this protector also has gray and black colors, it is undeniable that without the port mafia as a local snake, and the small factions underneath, Yokohama will never have peace.

"Terrorist organizations use Hong Kong gangsters' cargo ships to sell drugs. If they succeed, they will make money. If they fail, Hong Kong gangsters will fall." Tsukishiro Reiji relayed the comments.

Once the two hundred kilograms of drugs are reported and verified, the port mafia will not even have room to move around.

"Indeed." Matsuda Jinhei pondered, "Even if Yokohama's control over Hong Kong gangsters is looser, as long as drug trafficking is involved, the Metropolitan Police Department will not allow the mafia to pioneer drugs anyway."

"Calling the police is in the hands of terrorist organizations." He straightened out the logic.

Can they just watch drugs flow into Japan?

Matsuda Jinhei lightly hammered the steering wheel, he was not reconciled.

"This matter is best left to the Port Mafia to sort themselves out."

Reiji Tsukishiro clicked on the address book, with his thumb hovering over the phone number of "Osamu Dazai".

"I'm now contacting the port mafia. Mr. Jinping will go back to Tokyo (Beijing)—"

Before Reiji Tsukishiro finished speaking, his forehead was flicked lightly.

"!" He was confused and looked at it in disbelief.

No one has ever hit him except my brother!

"What are you thinking in your little head? How can I trust you to deal with this kind of thing alone." Matsuda Jinping said angrily.

The boy's mind is very fast, but he is strangely stupid.

Not too far from the port, Matsuda Jinpei found a parking space and parked it.

"I'll call Dazai first." Tsukishiro Reiji saw his brother's angry shadow from Matsuda Jinpei, and he was inexplicably guilty.

Seeing the young man putting his hands on the car door and getting out of the car, Matsuda Jinpei pressed his shoulder.

Seeing a trace of doubt in his light blue eyes, he said helplessly, "You are in the car, you don't need to go out, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette."

Tsukishiro Reiji had no time to raise an objection, Matsuda Jinpei had already unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Well, he lowered his head and called Osamu Dazai.

beep-beep-beep,

The phone is automatically turned off when no one answers it.

Did Osamu Dazai rest?

Tsukishiro Reiji had no choice, he only knew Osamu Dazai in the port mafia, so he called again.

"Hmm... Reiji?"

A muffled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sorry." It turned out that Dazai really woke up.

Reiji Tsukishiro apologized embarrassedly, "Dazai, there is a problem with the goods of the port mafia today."

In fact, Osamu Dazai didn't take a break. He just had a few drinks in the bar and was lazy on his stomach, unwilling to answer the phone.

The second time I saw an incoming call notification, I picked it up.

port?

Osamu Dazai dug out the memory of today's shipment from a corner.

The registered name of the port mafia is Mori Club, which is responsible for the import and export of sea freight and some sea goods.

If he remembered correctly, the "goods" Yuecheng Reiji spoke of were neither smuggled gems nor guns and ammunition, but twenty tons...Salted fish or fresh fish?

"What? Did the fish jump from the deck to Reiji and say save me?" Dazai Osamu was amused by his own joke, and was overjoyed.

"..." It was such a cold joke, the air felt cold, Tsukishiro Reiji felt that goose bumps must have appeared on his arms.

"Dazai, is there anyone with you?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at his friend, and the two bypassed him and talked on their own.

Will lying be caught?

After thinking about it, Osamu Dazai said to the phone, "Wait a minute."

He stood up and walked out.

Ango Sakaguchi gave him a curious look, and complained to Sakunosuke Oda, "It's rare to see Dazai take care of us."

"I think Dazai just had to change places." Oda Sakunosuke said bluntly.

"...You're right." Ango Sakaguchi looked at Dazai Osamu's leisurely pace, and decided to take back that point of self-love.

"I'm alone now, does Reiji have any secrets to tell me secretly?" Osamu Dazai leaned on the railing beside the road and said briskly.

During this period of time, 5000 million was recovered, and the [-] billion turmoil was passed on to the black organization, and Yokohama was peaceful.

Osamu Dazai skipped work for two weeks in a row. No matter how intimidating or tempting Mori Ogai was, he was unwilling to go to work and was very relaxed.

"Drugs are hidden in the goods of the port mafia." Reiji Tsukishiro did not beat around the bush with him, and directly stated that he believed that Osamu Dazai understood these twists and turns better than him.

The relaxation in Osamu Dazai's eyes disappeared completely.

Of course he understood, almost the moment he heard about the drug, he foresaw the end.

If the amount of drugs is large, it will be a question whether Hong Kong gangsters can exist at that time.

Osamu Dazai really has no sense of belonging to Hong Kong and black, which does not mean that he will allow others to ride on his head three times and four times to show off his might.

On the contrary, he has a small mind, insisting on saying that it is barely bigger than the tip of a needle.

"Is it them?" Osamu Dazai curled his lips and asked softly with a cold expression.

"Yes." Tsukishiro Reiji had no scruples about Osamu Dazai.

"Where is Reiji? I'll come over now~"

Tsukishiro Reiji suspected that he heard it wrong, why did Dazai Osamu's tone become strangely brisk?

"Port NO.13." He reported his location.

"Me and Zhen," Tsukishiro Reis got stuck, realizing that Osamu Dazai didn't know the person he was talking about, he changed his words, "I want to board the boat with a friend to confirm the situation, is it okay, Dazai?"

"Friend." Osamu Dazai repeated his words.

He didn't expect to hear this innocent and funny word from the boy's mouth.

"So I'm not Reiji's only friend—" Osamu Dazai's aggrieved tone was in stark contrast to his indifferent expression.

And Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't see his expression, he just felt that the drawn-out voice on the phone was condemning him.

Did Osamu Dazai consider him a friend? !

He thought they were just a cooperative relationship.

Tsukishiro Reiji felt a little guilty.

It took a long time to hear his response, and the person on the other end of the phone sighed artificially: "I see, Reiji didn't regard me as a friend at all..."

"no."

Reiji Tsukishiro thought painfully, he was the one who explained the problem of the freighter to Osamu Dazai, why did the topic suddenly become whether he considered Dazai as a friend...

The rhythm of the conversation was controlled, and he didn't notice it was wrong.

The coolness in Dazai Osamu's eyes finally faded a little, he raised the corners of his lips, and stopped teasing him: "I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Huh - it's finally over.

Tsukishiro Reiji rejoiced in his heart.

As soon as he put down the phone, Matsuda Jinpei knocked on his window.

"Okay?" He put out his half-smoked cigarette and asked.

"Yeah." Tsukishiro Reiji looked up.

Matsuda Jinpei bent over slightly, his thin shirt collar was blown by the wind, unable to cover the collarbone at the collar.

Tsukishiro Reiji arched the tip of his nose unconsciously, the smell of smoke was not strong, and was blown away by the wind a lot.

"Aren't you coming in?" Seeing Matsuda Jinpei backing away, Tsukishiro Reiji poked his head out of the car window and asked him.

"Immediately." Matsuda Jinping replied to him.

He stood in the vent for tens of seconds, and waited for the smell of smoke to dissipate, before he sat back in the car again.

"Reiji," Matsuda Jinhei hesitated for a moment, "Do you know someone from the mafia?"

"A little help?" Tsukishiro Reiji said uncertainly.

He felt as if he hadn't done anything, he just mentioned a little bit, and Osamu Dazai took care of everything.

The two didn't wait long, and three black cars stopped beside them one after the other.

Tsukishiro Reiji got out of the car, shivering from the cold.

A black suit coat was thrown in his face.

"Reiji, put it on." Dazai Osamu glanced at the natural roll next to him.

"Take back the sliver on your body."Osamu Dazai leaned on the car door and said to Matsuda Jinpei who got out of the car.

The corners of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched, his fingers itched slightly, it really was the Mafia, and it was quite arrogant.

Dazai Osamu's subordinates handed him a standard black suit, and Matsuda Jinpei reluctantly put it on.

A group of people did not hide, and walked into the unloading site swaggeringly, very mafia style.

Reiji Tsukishiro glanced towards the deck, the container blocked the figure of a cargo unloader, and the night was thick, covering a strand of blond hair hanging from the man's hat.

About the reason why they entered the screen, the comments suddenly increased.

[Why did Dazai come here?And you, little detective!No wonder Gin took the vodka and withdrew from Yokohama overnight, leaving the two undercover agents behind. (like 3.4w)

#1: Hahahahahahaha coincidence, now Bourbon and Scotch don't even get the wine number. Hey! ]

Why are you undercover again!

No, who is undercover?

Reiji Tsukishiro was afraid that his eyesight would be dazzled, so he read it again, Bourbon, Scotland, undercover!

Regardless of who Scotland is, Bourbon turned out to be an undercover agent!

Tsukishiro Reiji felt dizzy, and the image of the terrorist organization he imagined had a crack in his mind.

It is known that those who can get the wine number are all high-level personnel. A total of six bottles of wine have been mentioned in the comments, and three of them-Bourbon, Scotch, and Keele are all undercover? !

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't understand and was shocked again.

Is the promotion mechanism too simple?Or is it that a terrorist organization recruits a passerby to work for two years and is called a high-level person?

The winery also engages in a merit-based system?

[Little curly next to Dazai, Matsuda Jinpei!It's you!It would be over if Toru Amuro ran into Jinpei Matsuda, this little golden retriever would fall off in a second! (like 2.7w)

#1: Fugu Rei, you also have today, let you have too many vests, this is good, detectives, police, and mafia all know Fugu Rei is Amuro!

#2: Luckily, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't board the boat, otherwise it would be a mess, and no one would be able to succeed as an undercover agent. ]

?

After reading the second highly praised comment, Reiji Tsukishiro slowly raised a question mark.

Fugu Rei is Toru Amuro?

Hagiwara Kenji's mouth is rigid, a police academy genius who is still fighting with Mr. Jinpei? !

That Toru Amuro who glared fiercely at him, the gentle scum of drug dealers, was actually a public security officer who endured humiliation and lurked into a terrorist organization?

Even working diligently to reach the top of the organization and becoming a bourbon?

There must be something wrong with this world.

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Bourbon: Caught off guard.