Special investigation report from Yokohama

Jin Jian lazily leaned back on the chair, pointing at the documents scattered on the table one by one with his fingers: "Go back, don't go back, go back, don't go back, go back..."

"Jinjian?" Atsushi Nakajima leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"I'm missing my lord." Little Tengu replied, "If it's an odd number, I'll go back and have a look. If it's an even number, I won't go back...ah, it's an even number."

Visibly more wilted.

"Actually, it's not been a few days..." Atsushi Nakajima rubbed the back of his head and smiled, not quite comforted by the Fa.He was born in an orphanage, and the headmaster didn't treat him well, so he couldn't empathize with Jinjian's longing.

"It's different..." Jin Jian muttered in a low voice, but he didn't say what was different.Atsushi Nakajima took the messy documents from him and rearranged them one by one.

He also couldn't tell where the information about the combination came from. When he came to the detective agency in the morning, Kenji found a file bag hanging outside the window, which contained a thick stack of information about the supernatural powers of the "combination" members.

Such an important thing appeared out of the window so silently, and Mr. Kunikida went to check the surveillance camera immediately-and found nothing.From the monitoring, only a black shadow could be seen flashing. The man was tightly wrapped, and there was no clue except that he was very skilled.

However, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Ranpo didn't seem to be surprised at all, and even discussed the contents of the materials in a serious manner.Now that the long table in the conference room is covered with documents, Atsushi Nakajima thought about it, but he still cared a lot, and quietly discussed with Imai: "Since we don't know who released it...how can we be sure it's true?"

"It must be true!" Jin Jian glanced at him and replied with certainty.

Seeing "How do you know" written brightly in the boy's purple-gold eyes, Jin Jian took out a piece of paper with a printed photo in his hand, and explained: "At this time, there is no need to send fake materials!" 'The style is to crush tactics by force, and will not do this kind of thing. Neither the port mafia nor the supernatural spy department will fight among themselves at this time... There is no other organization in Yokohama that can make large-scale fakes, so the authenticity of the information There is no doubt at all."

"So it's like this..." Atsushi Nakajima was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a "chi la".Hearing the sound, he saw that Jinjian had torn the document in half.

"Ah, what are you doing Jinjian!" the little tiger exclaimed.

"Look!" Jin Jian flipped his fingers deftly, and quickly took out a paper frog, "Gugua—"

On the frog's back, half of Francis's face was smiling uncontrollably.

Atsushi Nakajima: "...This information is very important—"

The paper frog was pressed on the buttocks with a finger, jumped over half of the table, and jumped in front of Edogawa Ranpo: "croak!"

Edogawa Ranbu stretched out his hand and pressed it, making the frog jump back, and dubbed simultaneously: "Quack!"

After a while of effort, Jinjian has stacked another one: "Quack quack quack!"

After a while, the table in the conference room was full of colorful paper frogs jumping around.Atsushi Nakajima lay on the table listening to the sound of frogs, struggling hard: "Imaken, Mr. Ranpo, this is information, not waste paper..."

"Okay Atsushi." Before he finished speaking, a paper airplane flew over crookedly, with one end stuck in his hair. Osamu Dazai stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Come with me, there are some things I need you to do."

"Ah, yes." The boy took down the paper airplane hanging in his hair, responded, and followed Dazai Osamu to the meeting room.When he reached the door, Osamu Dazai suddenly turned his head and looked at Edogawa Ranpo inquiringly: "In the end, is it a mountain?"

Luanbu let go of his hand, and the paper frog jumped up high: "No, it's the sea."

Atsushi Nakajima listened blankly.Jinjian has stopped playing the game at some point, quietly watching the communication of several people.When he was quiet, those blood-red eyes always revealed a maturity that did not match his age.However, the next moment, he bent his eyes and laughed, and waved his hands vigorously, breaking the sadness that didn't know where it came from: "Come on, Dun!"

At the same time, in the shrine, an identical document was placed on the desk of the god judge.At this moment, it has been browsed, and today's valet is taking it easy to rearrange it.

Hong Yao took a sip of the freshly squeezed juice, and spoke lazily and aboveboard: "It's really troublesome to organize things, but fortunately you will be here for a while."

"It's my honor to be able to do this for you." Yiqi Yizhen accepted the appraiser's praise frankly.He put the sorted documents into the file box and asked, "Has the master handed over all this matter to the detective agency?"

Hong Yao let out a relaxed "hmm": "Dazai sent all the information, didn't he mean to solve the combination by himself?"

In the first issue, he shook his head and smiled: "It's rare to see you have such confidence in other organizations."

Although they seldom take into account the little things in daily life, when it comes to tasks, their family's god-inspector has always done it by himself.Letting go to such a degree is still rare in the memory of one period and one strike.

"The information is so detailed. If there are still mistakes, I will wonder if Osamu Dazai has been replaced by the civet cat for the prince." Hong Yao replied.

She looked out of the window with a gentle expression: "And...it's just a mission for me, but for them, this is their homeland."

Yiqi reached out and touched her head.

Inquisitors rarely return to their present world.For one thing, the flow of time in Honmaru may not be the same as in the present world, and a story like Urashima Taro's is often more than just a story to the gods.Second, there have never been many cases where historical revisionists followed the trialists who returned home to visit their relatives, leading to the kidnapping or even assassination of the family members of the trialists.Over time, many interrogators would rather let their family members think that they disappeared, and rarely go back.

and so……

"We are all your family." The young honey's golden eyes were full of tenderness, "Please rely on us a little more."

"Aren't I already very dependent on everyone?" After a moment of sentimentality, Koyaku laughed again, "Even if Dazai and Ranpo-san made mistakes, Fujishiro and the others will definitely bring me good news, right?"

Thinking of the chaos of bouncing away early this morning, Yiqi Yizhen also smiled proudly: "Yes. Please look forward to the performance of the younger brothers."

The young man picked up the file box to file, Hong Yao drank the juice in the cup in one go, leaned back contentedly, and lay down on the tatami.

They are my swords.She closed her eyes, and could feel the aura that accompanied her all the time and maintained every vibration of the sword.

I will always look forward to it.

Different from the happy atmosphere in the shrine, the temporary apron at the pier is full of tension.Lucy Montgomery broke away impatiently from Mark Twain's hand and watched Steinbeck coldly as he took a few grape seeds from her body.

"That's it!" A lively voice almost like a girl suddenly sounded.

Steinbeck looked back in a daze, and Ranto Shiro in a foreign dress was standing behind him, smiling like an ordinary elementary school student.

But the group members who have seen "her" fighting power dare not neglect at all.Steinbeck immediately planned to summon the vines, but Rando Shiro knocked out the seeds in his hand first, then borrowed strength from his shoulders, turned over Mark Twain who was standing in front of him, picked up Lucy's collar and jumped onto the ground. helicopter.

"Borrow it—" He smiled and waved at them, "Ah, I forgot to mention! I am worried that you have nowhere to go, so my lord specially invited you to be our guests!"

"What—" Mark Twain was about to turn his head and run to the helicopter when something pressed against his waist.He froze in his steps and turned his head slowly, slowly.

The black-haired boy flicked his ponytail high, his purple eyes were full of mischievous smiles: "You can't go any further!"

"Keep quiet." The white-haired boy who also held the knife against Steinbeck said coldly, "Come with me."

Lucy Montgomery, who was standing at the door of the helicopter, looked at the figures of the two going away, and felt her throat dry: "You, you..."

"That's it, you already knew." Ranto Shiro didn't care.

Yes, she knew it earlier... Lucy clenched her fists subconsciously.

She knew something would happen today.

"You want to stay in the group." The white-haired secretary said to her that day, "not as a low-level operator or a maid, but as a real member of the group."

Lucy felt her heart stop beating.

"What do you want to do?" the girl asked.But she, who is familiar with observing words and expressions, has already got the answer.

Where there are people, there are interests and disputes.This secretary came by airborne a month ago. He has no achievements or powerful superpowers, but he was single-handedly promoted to the most trusted position by Lord Francis. In the group, one person is less than ten thousand, and naturally more than one person is not convinced by him. two.

But he didn't care at all--that's what Lucy Montgomery thought until this day.

but now……

"Smart girl," he said.

Yes.Lucy thought she understood what he meant.I don't have supernatural powers myself, and direct subordinates with powerful supernatural powers are enough.And looking at the entire group, who would be easier to handle than herself who was punished as an orphan?

But I need him now, too, and in the future... my Anne is not a vegetarian.

She thought, and nodded vigorously: "But Lord Francis treats me..."

"Hush." ​​There was a light she couldn't see clearly in the secretary's golden eyes, "Look forward to the surprise."

But now... Montgomery's eyes saw Ranto Shiro standing in front of the bridge from the combat staff huddled in the corner, and his heart beat so fast.

How is this going?

Everything was as the secretary hinted to her.Surveillance lifted—Steinbeck took the grapeseed himself; she too was going back to the group—if that could be called a “back.”

Did the secretary know all this was going to happen?He should know.Thinking of what he said, Lucy now felt that the phrase "surprise" really meant a lot.

He, why did he collude with the enemies of the combination?If the combination fails...

No, this might be a time to invite you into the urn.The secretary predicted the movements of this group of knife-wielding men several times and was very successful. This time must be within his and Lord Francis' plans.Lucy tried to imply herself, and slowly calmed down.

Then she heard Ranto Shiro muttering to the bridge: "I don't know how to fly a helicopter... Anyway, the big deal is that it will fall, so it shouldn't be a problem to drive casually, right?"

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