Chapter 84
[Congratulations, host, for resolving the incident. Resurrection Points +50.]
Just as Ye Yihe was in a daze, the sudden good news brought him back to his senses, and he no longer delved into what exactly the emotions that had just been pounding in his heart were.
"Hmm... I'll go take a look then."
With feigned composure, he casually released Fyodor's wrist—and then vanished from the palace of consciousness in an instant.
I've now accumulated 755 resurrection points, and the goal of 1000 is no longer a distant dream.
Once he has accumulated enough resurrection points, obtained a new body, and returned to his original world, he will say goodbye to this place for good.
Saying goodbye for good... Ye Yihe, who had regained control of her body, opened her eyes and paused for a moment as she got out of bed.
Upon hearing the good news, he didn't seem as happy as one might expect.
When Ye Yihe changed his clothes and came to the living room, he could still hear Dazai and Chuuya arguing with each other.
The one in the middle was full of energy, while the one in the middle was weak and listless.
"Waaah, I thought a meteorite was hitting the earth and the world was finally going to be destroyed—that damn Chuuya, he made me happy for nothing."
Dazai, still in the liquid cat pose with Odasaku holding him by the collar to prevent him from lying on the tatami, spoke softly.
"Huh?? You're complaining when you ask someone to do the work!"
Chuuya really wanted to roll his eyes at him, but Odasaku and Ye Yihe were both there, so he couldn't be so rude.
"Sigh... Well then, tell me about your discovery. I'm really not excited... By the way, could Oda Sakunosuke put me down?"
His body went limp, Dazai tilted his head, and hooked his fingers on the fabric of the tie that was around his neck. "Ugh, the time I can't breathe is almost up, I'm about to foam at the mouth..."
Although suffocation is one of the ways to die, it is too painful and therefore rejected.
Oda Sakunosuke was so startled that he immediately let go of her hand. "Ah, sorry."
Chuuya: "...You did this on purpose."
Oda Sakunosuke should have said so sooner that his tie accidentally tightened around his collar when he grabbed the back of his shirt!
"Hmph." Dazai Osamu lay down on the tatami mat due to gravity, rolled over, and then slowly stood up, patting his crumpled white shirt.
When he was undercover in the Takase-kai, he didn't wear bandages. When his shirt sleeves were rolled up, his forearms, with their smooth lines, were exposed, with several messy, light scars on them.
The black coat that reached my calves had fallen to the ground, but I was too lazy to pick it up.
Even Naka's eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched.
Compared to the terrifying aura of the "black ghost" at the Takase Club, Dazai, whose true nature was now exposed, was like a cat lying on its back in the sun, every pore of his body filled with laziness and indolence.
Good heavens, is this guy's acting really that good?
"Feijia is here too! Oh, it's been a long time! How's your wound?"
After watching Dazai greet Ye Yihe with a smile, his iris-like eyes turned back to him. "So, what about Chuuya's information? Information, information."
"Intelligence?" Ye Yihe asked curiously. "Isn't it a list of politicians?"
"That? Of course, I got it without any trouble," Dazai chuckled. "I should say, it was an unexpected surprise."
He gave Ye Yihe a general overview of the information related to the Seventh Agency, and guessed that it was a government-related agency that was different from the Japanese Public Security Bureau and operated in a more secretive manner—it might even be a gray agency that did dirty work.
After listening to Dazai's explanation, Chuuya, who hadn't understood why he was sent there, put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "But they reacted quickly, and by the time I arrived, there was no one left."
"Hmm... Is it just because of the conflict with the [Takase Association] that is closely related to them... What a shrewd and cautious bunch."
Dazai pondered for a moment, "That location might not be their real base, but we should at least try to find some clues... Chuuya, what type of building did you see?"
"It's more like a prison than a regular building..."
Chuuya frowned as he recalled, "On the surface, it was an ordinary company office building, but it was actually a prison cell half-buried underground? I only discovered that there was a road underneath after I smashed a hole with [gravity]."
"There should have been a lot of people being held there. The brick walls were very thick, there were no windows, and there was an iron door that was at least two fingers thick. You could see traces of sewage flowing through it. But when I went there, everyone was gone. It must have been an emergency evacuation."
Dazai Osamu listened intently, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"...This is a big problem."
His brow furrowed, and as he picked up the stack of documents on the table and flipped through them to the name of the person associated with the "Seventh Agency," he sighed helplessly, "This person will definitely be silenced too..."
"What do you mean?" Zhong was also puzzled. "Because I didn't have time to catch them?"
"Hmph, Chuuya. Think about it, what would be the duties of a government agency that has separated from the existing bureaucratic system, has been doing business with organized crime for a long time, holds people inside who can be transferred at the slightest sign of trouble, yet doesn't even have a name on the surface, and operates in an extremely secretive manner?"
Chuuya: "...Doing the dirty work?"
“I suspect it’s more than that.” Dazai shook his head. “If all that’s needed is to do dirty work behind the scenes, using the military and police as pretexts for minor offenses, and the underworld as scapegoats for major offenses, and if all else fails, there’s the secret police and public security… then why would there be a Seventh Agency?”
"Consider this: Ayatsuji Yukito will be classified by the government as a [Special Dangerous Ability User], think about it."
Facing Chuuya's wide, bewildered blue eyes, Dazai's voice was filled with sorrow, "You'd better drink more milk, Chuuya... Even if you've already lost in terms of height, you absolutely cannot give up on yourself in terms of intelligence."
Dazai and Chuuya are now almost fifteen years old... and their height difference is becoming increasingly obvious.
Chuuya, feeling utterly humiliated, exploded, "Damn it, don't talk to me like that!"
Ye Yihe thought about the height of Fyodor's body and nodded with secret pride.
He grew up healthy thanks to good food, early sleep, and regular exercise, which didn't hinder his growth at all.
"Hoo hoo, then good luck, Chuuya."
Dazai Osamu encouraged Chuuya, who was on the verge of losing control, in a coaxing tone, and finally began to explain the question from earlier.
"This shows that the government itself has at least committed crimes related to murder, and needs a special agency to help cover them up and erase them."
Dazai Osamu took a soft breath, “The reason he supervises Ayatsuji Yukito and controls the cases he receives is simply because his ability is too much of a counter to theirs… An ability that can kill a murderer thousands of miles away simply by facing the truth of the case is something that can’t be guarded against no matter what.”
On the other hand, Ayatsuji's special ability can also help them eliminate their targets without making a sound—which is why there are always meetings to discuss whether or not to execute him, but no action is ever taken.
"Therefore, the government needs a secret agency that can erase their crimes."
Those present listened in silence.
To establish a special agency specifically to erase government crimes... I've really learned something new.
“Wait a minute,” Ye Yihe realized the crucial point, “if they find out that the existence of the Seventh Agency has been exposed…”
Even if they say they know nothing about the organization except for its name, the other party won't believe them.
Because if those manipulated pieces of evidence were to be exposed, it would have disastrous consequences, causing a violent upheaval in society—something the government absolutely could not tolerate.
"That's right, we might all be silenced."
Dazai Osamu looked at the documents in his hand, and his tone became truly heavy.
"Now we should be glad that Chuuya didn't run into them tonight... I need to think of a way to divert the attention of those people away from us as soon as possible."
After saying all that, Dazai took the stack of documents and went back to his bedroom, determined to stay up all night.
Dazai's keen judgment of the situation was unconditionally convincing to everyone in the small building, so Oda Sakunosuke did not force him to rest first.
Rather than being attacked without knowing anything, it was fortunate that Dazai Osamu noticed the name of that particular organization and managed to extract some information from the Fifth Generation, even fabricating a false identity within the government.
In a sense, engaging in the [Takase Association] is even more dangerous than engaging in the [Port Mafia] and [Holy Heaven Staff] combined.
"The farming commander can be cleared of suspicion,"
In the quiet bedroom, Ye Yihe, lying back on the bed, spoke softly in his weariness.
"Otherwise, he would have outwardly arranged for the military and police to cooperate in the operation, while secretly sending people to counter-encircle and suppress Dazai and his group."
Those dangerous superhumans imprisoned by the Special Ability Department could potentially kill Chuuya and the other two if they were ambushed properly.
You're right.
Fyodor echoed in his mind.
"With the Grand Chancellor present..."
Ye Yihe blinked slowly, his consciousness hazy, gradually sinking into the irresistible depths of a dream.
"There's... no need to worry too much..."
This time, however, there was no response.
………
The next day, news of the downfall of the Takase-kai made the front page.
This was not unexpected by the other organizations. After all, compared to the Port Mafia, which was keen on building skyscrapers as its headquarters, the Takase family, which respected tradition, used countless expensive and rare woods for their headquarters, which were spread on a very large and valuable piece of private land.
Last night, the bright flames that illuminated half the sky burned until dawn before gradually dying down, leaving behind charred house frames and embers scattered all over the ground.
It must have been the "Rats in the Dead House" who did it.
No investigation was needed; such conclusions were already circulating widely in the inner world.
Even if the official statement released by the police was that "a long-term investigation and surveillance operation, in collaboration with multiple departments, wiped out the criminal gang that had been committing crimes in Yokohama and surrounding areas for many years," it was useless. Anyone with eyes could see that this method was exactly the same as the destruction of the Port Mafia and the Holy Staff, and was definitely the work of the House of the Dead.
Several major organizations have fallen one after another; this is no joke... What exactly does the "Rats in the House of the Dead" want?
This is the issue that all organizations are most concerned about right now.
Without the protection of the Takase-kai, the red-light district and underground casinos were thoroughly cleaned up, and no organization dared to show its face again with impunity.
It's safe to say that in Yokohama today, the sounds of gunfire that inevitably accompany gang fights are rarely heard anymore.
The congressman who collaborated with Dazai went on television interviews every day, proclaiming his firm determination to eliminate the Yokohama underworld, which greatly won over a large number of voters.
Regardless of his true thoughts, as long as his policies and actions benefit the people, that's enough to gain his support and praise.
Ye Yihe's gunshot wound on his left shoulder has also improved a lot during this period. He no longer needs to hang it on his chest, which greatly damages his image as a demon. He only feels a slight tearing pain when he makes big movements.
Pushkin was especially happy to see Dazai and the others return—finally, someone would play games with him; he had been so bored playing alone lately!
Moreover, when Dazai secretly eats ice cream, he'll share some with him as a bribe!
What Pushkin didn't expect was that Oda Sakunosuke had stopped going out to take on assassination missions lately and was just staying at home, so much so that even Dazai didn't have a chance to sneak some ice cream...
However, his kind boss finally took pity on him and handed him a piece of paper.
"My injury is almost healed, and I'd like to try making some red bean paste-filled qingtuan (sweet green rice dumplings). Remember to buy all the ingredients on the list, and I can share one with you later."
Ye Yihe pressed down on his left shoulder and moved it for a moment, then clenched his five fingers and exerted force to feel the degree of healing of the wound.
"I promised Ranpo that he would get to eat the super delicious snacks I promised him, and now he can finally enjoy them."
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