Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

[Jean: Faced with emotional disputes just as an adult, the society is really harsh on adults. ]

[kp: No, this is harsh only for you. ]

[Jean: Alas. ]

After confirming Jean's identity, Tachihara Michizao seemed relieved, and he began to explain to Nakahara Chuya.

"We have received news that people are missing on the beach along the coast of Yokohama, and people from the organization are also missing. There are a lot of people. There are reports that the missing people have all eaten at the same restaurant, and not once or twice, it is simply It's like an addiction."

The Frenchman's gray-blue eyes are false and real: it can't be so unlucky.

The serious mafia cadres immediately thought of the similar drugs found during the crackdown in Yokohama, and their eyes became dangerous: "You mean someone who is drugging//controlling us?"

Li Yuan Michizao shook his head: "At the beginning we thought so too, the leader also asked us to find people back, to see people dead or to see dead bodies, and to kill drug dealers, but in fact, we searched the store inside and out , only two bodies were found, and one half-dead man."

"...The scene was terrible." As soon as he recalled the scene he saw before, the mafia, who had experienced a lot of ups and downs, covered his mouth uncontrollably, his face turned pale.

His stomach was churning with sour water. If it wasn't for not being rude in front of the cadres, Tachihara Michizao would have vomited all over the floor.

"Let me speak on behalf of Brother Li Yuan." His capable officer "Gin" is very good at observing words and expressions, and took the initiative to take over the detailed description. "It starts from the morning when Brother Li Yuan and I received the task..."

[Jean: Can't we start from 10 minutes ago, if possible, I really don't want to hear Anna's story. ]

[kp: It's just such a hobby, didn't you see that I didn't even vote for the hidden votes that I blocked. ]

[Jean: But she always brings a horror atmosphere when telling stories...]

[kp: Our Lord Ouhuang is still afraid of mere horror stories? ]

[Jean: Not really, I just hope you don't run away later. ]

Kp who is afraid of ghost stories and is about to go offline for a while: ...

[Jean: If the host is scared away by the investigator telling ghost stories, it will be infamous forever. ]

[kp: Who will run away! ]

12:00 Yokohama time.

Ana finished her morning patrol, had lunch, and took a walk in the Mafia's lounge to refresh herself.

Even though it's only been two days, Ana is used to the daily routine of the port mafia.

The self-defense force's patrol action has revealed the mystery of why Yokohama, where there is no police to maintain law and order, is still peaceful, and because the Mafia will not throw people into prison, the actions taken are more violent and decisive, and the law and order in Yokohama is even better than before. some.

Anna: What kind of mafia are you guys?Really not a philanthropist?

The stomach is full of slots, but there is no need to do excessive things, and the psychological burden of Anna's undercover work will be relatively small.

"Da da da!" A woman in a suit rushed out the door.

Anna was smoking a pretentious cigar and asked curiously, "Isn't that Miss Higuchi? Where is she going in such a hurry?"

The boss walking in front shrugged: "It's her, hurry up and visit the injured Akutagawa-sama in the medical department."

"The battle is not very good, and the ability to command combat is nothing special. It is positive to flatter the boss, which really makes people angry."

Anna: The pretty lady looks unpopular.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of mafia, violence has a high score item, and the leadership of the port mafia is so beautiful that it seems to be selected by appearance, but it is actually a place that pays attention to strength.

"Because Akutagawa-sama is injured, the mission failed and he will be punished by the leader next. I will take you to the mission this afternoon," Tachihara Michizao said seriously with a band-aid on the bridge of his nose covering a small piece of his skin, "If If something goes wrong in this mission, Black Lizard's deterrence in the organization will plummet, and in the name of Black Lizard, this mission must not go wrong."

"Yes!" Anna answered loudly among the crowd of sunglasses and suits.

The location is Yokohama Coastal Beach, at 13:30, the glass door of the only seafood chow mein shop that is open is closed, and the frosted texture prevents the mafia outside from seeing the inside clearly.

Liyuan Michizao pulled the safety catch: "Suppress by force, Gin and I will go first, and the rest will support with firepower, regardless of whether the people inside live or die."

After the simple order was issued, the mafia assembled in response.

Anna received the signal from her boss, and kicked the glass door, "Purchase protection fee, pay the money and not kill."

Tachihara Michizao: ...This is too low.

The words were rough and not rough, maybe it was Anna's violent behavior or maybe her words really had an effect, the people inside stopped what they were doing, and stood there staring at her blankly.

The muscular woman with a height of two meters saw the scene in the store, and the protein muscle fibers seemed to be taken away by the invisible wind, which made her shiver unconsciously.

The air is full of pungent fishy smell. Before the sense of smell clamors to strike, the vision dies first. The bloody ground, like an oil painting, has been thickly painted with layers of bloody paint. It was originally placed with dining tables and chairs. The place is red, which is even more strange against the undershirt youth standing in the center.

The face of the young man in the undershirt was stained with blood. His skin was a seaside-style dark brown, his hair was neat and short. , without a trace of life.

He held a fish-killing knife in his hand, and the surface of the knife was covered with dark red stains like rust.

The frightening thing is that at his feet, there are two corpses. They are like moldy kitchen waste piled up on solidified black blood clots, rotting and deteriorating at a room temperature of 20 degrees Celsius, emitting a stench quietly.

Even so, their ferocious faces still maintain the terrified appearance before death, which is exceptionally clear and vivid.

[kp: Witnessing a horrific scene with a dead body, sc, successfully deducting sanity 1, failing to deduct sanity 1D4+1]

[kp: Ana sanity check 601D100=77 failed]

[kp: deduction of sanity 1D4+1=4]

[kp: Anna Remaining Sanity 56]

The double impact from vision and smell made Anna's strong thigh muscles tremble, and the large steak that had not been digested at noon seemed to come alive in her stomach. If it was not for the thought that wasting food is an unforgivable crime, Anna would already be kneeling on the ground The ground emptied the stomach.

"What the hell." Anna's face was green, and it was the first time that she felt withdrawn when facing an opponent she could fight.

"Gin, what's going on inside——!" Seeing that there was no movement inside, Tachihara Michizawa couldn't help but come in to check the situation by himself, but the moment he saw the horrifying scene inside, the sound was silenced like he was strangled by the neck.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The ten-person man's face was ashen, his pupils trembled violently, and the drawing of hell in front of him made him terrified, his heart rate soared 120, and he was mildly adrenaline poisoned.

"Brother Liyuan, we—"

"Don't come in!" Li Yuan Michizao sternly stopped in a trance.

The only living person in the scene of hell finally reacted. His eyes, which were as dull as a dead fish, turned with a strange light: "Sacrifice, failed...why didn't it succeed? Obviously I have been following the same specification all the time. Those who sacrificed, why didn’t they get a response this time? Are Mr. Murakami and the others not pious enough? I sacrificed all of them who were not pious enough, why there is still no response? Has the god abandoned me? Why didn’t the envoy stop appearing?”

He kept talking about "sacrifice", "failure" and "God". The fish-killing knife in his hand didn't drop blood, and the dried blood on it matched the red color of his face, describing it as terrifying and crazy.

"I'll control him." Tachihara Michizao signaled Anna to step back, and took a step forward.

[kp: Liyuan Michizag agile 701D100=65 success]

[kp:? ?Dexterity 551D100=21 difficulty success]

The sluggish dark-skinned youth moved unexpectedly flexibly. He avoided Tachihara Michizao's repressive methods, and the sharp knife point in his hand pierced straight into his neck.

"Ho ho," the sound of a broken bellows came from his trachea, his eyes fell on the empty no-man's land, his dry eyeballs remained motionless, "My lord, why didn't you give the believers a return beacon, Raliyah , Shen Gui, where..."

The withered young man dropped his arms and fell to the ground, half-closed his eyes, as if longing for and gazing at something great that no one could see.

Anna kicked away the sharp knife that fell on the ground, put her hand on the young man's neck and pressed it, and shook her head at the approaching boss: "He is dead."

[kp: Anna reconnaissance 601D100=15 difficult success]

Anna, who was squatting on the ground, noticed sharply that the young boss's fingers were clenched into fists, and the disgust and hatred that seemed to have nowhere to vent were all vented in the palm of her hand.

[Anna: It seems that the psychology fluctuates a lot, and psychology applies for bonus dice. ]

[kp: Application approved. ]

[kp: Anna Psychology 103D100=? ? ,? ? ,? ? ]

Under the appearance that the mafia is not troublesome, there is a compassionate and weak justice heart that is incompatible with the mafia identity, and different from the mafia conscience, this justice is more specific and organized... like a law enforcement officer.

Anna: Don't do it.

[Anna: Is it the curse that gin cannot escape?Surrounded by undercover agents. ]

[kp: Don't make false accusations about other people's gin, they are real wine, unlike you. ]

[Anna: That's over, even the gin is fake, can I guess that the port mafia is actually an armed force secretly organized by the government, specializing in dealing with things that are inconvenient to deal with on the surface, and even everyone from top to bottom Management has decent positions. ]

[kp: You have such a rich imagination, have you considered writing a mod? ]

[Anna: Writing is out of the question. ]

Tachihara Michizo, who didn't know that his identity had been exposed, clenched his fists. The obvious traces of gang activity in front of him made him both angry and sad. Why do people always believe gangsters and do such inhuman things? !The doctrine that makes people commit crimes, you know there are ghosts as soon as you hear it!

"People outside should be mentally prepared and come in to search for suspicious objects." Daozuo Liyuan paused, "Don't kill someone who is not normal, and you haven't asked the whereabouts of the missing person yet."

"Yes!" The men at the door came in with a huff.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still taken aback by the scene, but in the end there was no act of embarrassing the Mafia.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Ana reconnaissance 601D100=56 success]

The folds of the trouser pocket on the left side of the youth's corpse looked unnatural, and there seemed to be something in it.

Anna reached into his pocket, only to come across a piece of paper that was balled up.

Anna carefully unfolded the fragile note that could not withstand tossing, and her eyes froze when she saw the words on it.

"Gin, what did you find?" Tachihara Michizo avoided the stump on the ground, walked up to Anna and took the note.

"... Just like that, we came to the address written on the note." After Anna finished telling the story, she picked up the thermos that she always carried and took a sip of wolfberry tea for herself.

She described the scene in the seafood fried noodle shop vividly. The atmosphere and weirdness of the young man's suicide were detailed down to the hair, making the audience present feel as if they were there, but she conscientiously omitted the boss's reaction.

Why make it difficult for an undercover agent to be an undercover agent.

"Gin" sighed in his heart that finally even the gin was filled with water.

After listening to Anna's story, the audience involuntarily shook their goosebumps, and when they saw other people's actions, they turned their faces away in embarrassment, pretending not to see them.

Hell, why is "Gin" such a good storyteller!

Yokohama Horror Stories Contest "Gin" doesn't win the championship, it's a shame!

[Jean: kp are you still there? ]

[kp:. ]

"That crazy guy was insane. I couldn't control him. After he committed suicide, only notes and clues remained."

The eyes of the scene were focused on the person who wrote the note.

"Isn't that a restaurant that specializes in seafood fried noodles?" Jean still wanted to struggle.

Anna shot him to death: "Yes, I have found the menu to learn from, do you want to see it?"

let:……

Jean: "I've only been there once and ordered seafood fried rice."

"What's the matter with the note?" Anna didn't think it was a big deal after watching the excitement, and asked for her boss, "What's the purpose of you writing to him?"

let:……

[kp: Don't forget your character design. ]

[Jean: I won't forget. ]

"When I wrote the note to my brother, he still fit my taste, with darker skin but beautiful muscle lines, so I gave him the note, wanting to make a romantic relationship," the Frenchman confessed without shame about his state of mind at the time , "Of course, looking back now, it's really good that he didn't come to me at that time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to fall in love with you wholeheartedly~ my dear Orange Rose~"

Orange Rose · Chuya Nakahara: ...

This man is totally dishonest.

Anna: I still underestimated you.

The "openness and frankness" made his face blurred, Tachihara Michizao took a step back subconsciously: "You, you, do you only want to do that kind of thing? Don't you think about anything else?"

Anna covered her face: Boss, you have to stand up, as a mafia, don't be overwhelmed by the aura of a playboy.

Jean touched his chin: "'That kind of thing'? Seeing a suitable candidate, isn't it normal to send him your room number to have a negative distance communication? I don't think it's worthwhile to be loyal to your own desires. Shy, I'm not that thin-skinned."

Li Yuan Dao made a slander: Then you are too thick-skinned.

Seeing that the topic was about to go astray, Anna had no choice but to take the initiative to smooth things over: "Brother Liyuan, it seems that he is irrelevant. Should we continue to investigate elsewhere? Don't call it back?"

Li Yuan Michizao: "..."

While Tachihara Michizao was thinking, Nakahara Chuya asked Rang: "Why did your room explode?"

Jean got up to reveal Atsushi Nakajima who was still in a coma, and said: "I didn't see the specific explosion, but I know it happened after he used his supernatural power."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Zhongyuan Zhongye Psychology 501D100=? ? ]

The mafia cadre nodded. The person in front of him didn't lie, and he didn't like to lie. This trait is very good. It saves you from going around and guessing, and saves you from taking him to the mafia's interrogation room.

However, Nakahara still took his guard lightly. Apart from Osamu Dazai, there are some people in this world who can play tricks on him without lying—for example, the French who are good at rhetoric.

"It's impossible to just forget about the loss of the organization. What is his supernatural power?" Nakahara Chuya raised his chin at the unconscious Atsushi Nakajima.

Jean: "Dear Orange Rose, would you like to recruit Dun to your organization?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Otherwise, how would he pay for the loss of the hotel... By the way, can you stop using such a nasty name?"

Jean: "But we haven't officially exchanged names yet. Although I can know your name from your conversations, I want to hear it from you."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Zhong Yuanzhong also only felt that he had used up all the goosebumps in his life today, but he still told him his name.

"Nice to meet you, my dear Mr. Zhongya~" The Frenchman changed his address graciously, very well-behaved, "I am Jean Woodyer, please call me 'Jean' directly."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Forget it, it seems stingy of me to hold on to the title.

"This is Atsushi Nakajima, the little assistant of my detective partner." Jean tilted his head, "Supernatural powers are regarded as other people's privacy, and it is against my moral standards to speak out without permission..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also about to say, "Forget it, you give me your companion's contact information, and I will contact you", when he heard Jean's tone change.

"...Unless you are willing to exchange line numbers with me."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Michizao Tachihara, who has ears and eyesight: ...France is really love brain per capita?

Anna, who is also quick-sighted: You are better at routines.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wondered: "What about your moral standards?"

Jean asked rhetorically, "But I'm French. As a Frenchman, isn't it natural for morality to be afraid of love?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Even if he didn't like the French, he thought they were probably stigmatized.

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The author has something to say:

It can almost be seen that this chapter is basically all sins made by others.

But there was no evidence, not even a witness.

【small theater】

There was a time when I was running dough, and a story master started telling ghost stories. The story was very exciting, but kp passed away and never came back.

To this day, due to various reasons, I haven't finished running that regiment... probably it will be a lifelong regret...

I can share the script with you. The location is in an inaccessible snow-capped mountain. The once-in-a-century blizzard closed the mountain. Investigators and NPCs were trapped in a snow-capped hut, lacking food and clothing. They encountered bears and wolves and various mythical creatures while hunting. We held a party in the hunter’s hut in the snowy mountains. We either lived until the snow stopped after a month, or we tried to save ourselves. During this period, we still had the possibility of being abandoned in the snow to fend for ourselves.

My pc has a very good physique, looks 90, and is as warm as a stove all year round. I survived by warming everyone's beds—'w—.

感谢在2022-02-0903:14:11~2022-02-1004:24:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 53036471, 10 bottles of when to return to the west; 5 bottles of third-level researcher Talloran;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!