Chapter 138 I have special abilities

The atmosphere in the bar froze after Dazai Osamu's words.

Nakahara Chuuya looked at Miyagawa Rei and narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't say a word, the dangerous aura still made Miyagawa Rei feel oppressed.

He walked towards Miyagawa Ling.

Miyagawa Ling blinked his eyelashes slightly, and did not retreat. He just showed a blank and innocent expression and stared at Dazai Osamu:

"Why?"

Dazai Osamu climbed up, rubbed his shoulders, and said seriously: "Of course it's because I saw a suspicious person outside and tricked him into coming to the dark dwarf. Chuu owed me a favor! To put it more concretely, Mr. Mori also owed me a favor!"

"?" The veins on Nakahara Chuuya's forehead were throbbing. How could this be considered a further step? This was already an unknown number of steps forward!

"So, I just spent a lot of effort to think about how to trick Ling in." Dazai Osamu patted the dust off his clothes and said, "Little dwarf, what are you still doing?"

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help it and clenched his fist, but instead of hitting Miyagawa Ryo, he turned around and hit Dazai Osamu again.

Dazai Osamu dodged as expected.

The two men started fighting.

"..." Miyakawa Ling pulled out a chair beside him, sat down, and asked the bartender for a glass of wine.

After a while, the two came back. In fact, during the fight, they both noticed Miyakawa Ling, but they didn't expect that he not only didn't run away, but also sat down calmly.

This surprised both of them to varying degrees.

Dazai Osamu rubbed the wound on his face and asked with great curiosity: "Why don't you run? Do you think you can beat the dwarf?"

Behind him, the word "井" appeared on Nakahara Chuuya's forehead again.

Miyakawa Ling shook his head slightly, and then suddenly said: "The way you two get along... is a bit like my two friends."

Zhongyuan Zhong was dissatisfied: "Is there anyone in the world as evil as this bluefin tuna?"

"Where am I bad?"

"Where is it not evil?"

"You're not bad at all!" Dazai Osamu jumped over to sit opposite Miyagawa Ryo and shouted, "Give me a drink with detergent!"

"You still say it's not mean to make such a request that embarrasses others?"

Nakahara Chuuya sat directly at the table next to him, away from Dazai Osamu. He no longer paid attention to Dazai Osamu, but asked Miyakawa Ryo: "Who are you? What are you doing around here?"

The moment he asked the question, an incomparably sharp light burst out from those eyes that were bright and full of life.

Dazai Osamu stopped arguing with the bartender about whether detergent could be added to wine, and his iris-colored eyes fell silently on Miyagawa Ryo.

Miyakawa Ling smiled, a bright and innocent smile, but what he said was: "I am from the same organization as the blond man before."

Nakahara Chuuya knew about that organization, but because of this, he could not associate the person in front of him with the organization that walked in the deepest darkness.

Unlike Dazai Osamu's first impression of Miyagawa Ryo, Nakahara Chuuya developed a great liking for Miyagawa Ryo the moment he saw Miyagawa Ryo's eyes.

He liked people with such eyes, and felt that the other person was full of gentleness and was not a bad person.

That was why he did not act immediately when Dazai Osamu asked him to catch the other person.

But……

This person with eyes as pure and warm as the morning sun is actually a member of the Black Organization?

Moreover, anyone who can come here must be at least a code-level figure!

"What's your code name?" Nakahara Chuuya was a little indifferent.

"Magno." Miyakawa Ling said neither fast nor slow, and his tone sounded very comfortable.

"Magno?" Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya have both heard of this code name!

Although I don’t know much about it, the stories that have been heard are already impressive enough!

"right."

Dazai Osamu rested his chin on one hand and said, "So, what do you want to do in Yokohama?"

"There's a traitor in the organization, and I'm here to investigate in secret." Miyakawa Ling said with a smile, "The guy just now is one of my investigation targets, and I'm following him. If my actions have caused misunderstandings to the two of you, I apologize to you."

"I see." Dazai accepted it quickly: "In that case, Chuuya, tell Ling what you just talked about!"

Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding. If you're unsure, why not go ask Mr. Mori?" Dazai Osamu shook the wine glass, stared at the ice cubes in it, and said meaningfully.

Miyagawa Ryoya knew that the Mr. Mori he mentioned was the leader of the □□, Mori Ougai.

"What do you want to do now?" Although he said this, Nakahara Chuuya still took out his cell phone.

The phone was still on the call page and had not been hung up just now. Nakahara Chuuya realized this and stiffened for a moment before putting the phone to his ear.

He nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Boss."

After hanging up the phone, Nakahara Chuuya's expression became more serious, and he explained what had just happened to Miyagawa Ryo in a businesslike manner.

It turned out that Furuya Rei came to him because he wanted to cooperate with □□ on the matter of the gemstone. □□ would provide assistance when the organization needed it, and after the end, the organization would give □□ sufficient rewards.

After listening to the specific plan, Miyagawa Rei realized that although this matter had the intention of being organized, Furuya Rei had modified several aspects of it.

These links are all aimed at Gin and other code members.

With □□'s help and rum's encouragement... no wonder Gin fell.

"That's all we talked about." Nakahara Chuuya said coldly, "So, Magno, what do you want to buy this information?"

Dazai Osamu heard everything he wanted to know, and now he smiled as if it had nothing to do with him: "Ling, you'd better come up with a reward that is of interest to you, otherwise, the grumpy little dwarf will tear you to pieces!"

"What does Mr. Mori want?" Miyagawa Ling didn't care about the attitudes of the two and still smiled faintly.

“That depends on what you can come up with.”

The implication is that if Mr. Mori cannot come up with a reward that interests him, what he wants may be his life.

Miyagawa Ryo thought for a moment and said, "My most valuable thing is my ability... When the organization goes bankrupt, I will change companies and work for □□, how about that?"

Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he was thinking of something, he smiled with bright eyes.

Nakahara Chuuya was surprised: "You have special abilities?"

"Would you like to take a look?" Miyakawa Ling said, "It's called 'Vision of Death'."

"Death Vision?"

"My target will definitely die. The method of death is determined by my special ability, and it can be any bizarre method."

Dazai Osamu asked: "Then why is it called an illusion?"

"Because anyone who has witnessed a death scene will see related horrific hallucinations, which are probably similar to a reenactment of the death."

Zhongyuan Zhongye was somewhat skeptical: "Doesn't that mean he is invincible? He can kill anyone he wants to kill?"

Miyakawa Ling smiled and raised his glass: "My ability has a single, crucial limitation - the target to be killed cannot be decided by me, but must be ordered by my superiors."

In other words, he can only use his supernatural powers to kill people if his boss agrees with him to kill them.

Nakahara Chuuya fell silent.

If such a supernatural power really existed, the leader would never let it go.

"Show it to me."

"There are no targets here that the organization wants to kill. Let's do it tomorrow." Miyakawa Ling gently shook his glass and said, "Would you like to have a toast to my future colleagues?"

Nakahara Chuuya hesitated for a moment, but still clinked his glasses.

Miyagawa Ryo didn't look at Dazai Osamu. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya, as if he was asking him a question, or as if he was asking Mori Ogai behind him: "So, in order for me to get out of the organization's sea of ​​suffering and get ashore as soon as possible, Mr. Nakahara should not mind giving me a little help during my stay in Yokohama, right?"

"You are really brave." Nakahara Chuuya sneered. He finished his drink, stood up, and said in a domineering manner: "But I agree!"

…

"Ahh~ That's too much. You used a bad check to trick Chuuya!"

At one o'clock in the morning, Miyagawa Ryo was walking on the streets of Yokohama. Behind him, Dazai Osamu, the former □□ cadre and now □□ traitor, was following him closely.

"Ling's ability is not what he said, right? He even deceived Mr. Mori. Isn't Ling afraid of being skinned by this old fox?"

Miyagawa Rei stopped, and Dazai Osamu also stopped, looking at him with iris-colored eyes.

"I didn't lie to anyone." Miyakawa Ling said helplessly: "Dazai-kun, don't think too badly of others. Not everyone is like you."

The implied Dazai Osamu: "..."

He yawned and changed the subject: "I'm a little sleepy."

"Shall I take you home?" asked Miyakawa Ling.

For a moment, Dazai Osamu didn't know whether he was sincere or just hated himself.

"Okay." Dazai pointed in a direction: "Go that way."

"I was just being polite. I didn't really mean to give it to you. Dazai-kun, you should say 'It's too much trouble. Thanks' at this time."

"Eh? What's the trouble..." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, "You and that blond man are friends, right? You went there just because you were worried about him."

This guy is always like this. He can be laughing and joking one second, and then shoot someone in the heart the next.

Miyakawa Ling nodded, his eyes softened: "We are very good friends, Dazai-kun, do you understand?"

Dazai Osamu took two seconds to reply, "Ling owes me a big favor today. How do you plan to repay me?"

Miyakawa Ling smiled: "Do I, Mr. Nakahara, and Mr. Mori all owe you a favor?"

"Isn't it?" Dazai asked.

yes.

That's true.

What Dazai Osamu said was true. If things went smoothly, then the three of them would indeed owe him a favor.

"What reward does Dazai-kun want?" Miyagawa Ryo asked in a friendly manner.

When Dazai Osamu heard this, a mysterious smile appeared in his eyes.

The moonlight shines on his face, but it cannot illuminate the emotions in his eyes. Only he himself knows what he is thinking.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, but please help me when I need you in the future."

Miyagawa Ling looked away and looked up at the bright moon.

"I hope you'll never need me."