Chapter 119: Ababa, I don’t know what to name it…
"As for those limbs you mentioned..." The player turned into a pen and paper and began his soul creation. "Is it like this?"
Ango Sakaguchi stared at the cryptic scribbles on the white paper, silent for a moment. He picked up the paper, shifted the angles a few times, and finally found the right model to fit into his memory. "...Yes, there are some similarities to the leader's portrait."
"These are ghosts." The player casually drew a few more graffiti, all of which were various body parts, and then continued, "Evil ghosts that never see the sun and feed on humans. But Mr. Yunyi told me that the root cause of these ghosts has been solved, and there will be no more evil ghosts."
"A man-eating evil spirit..." A faint dark light flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes.
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"Then I'll leave it to you next, Sigma." The player said, looking at the two-color ice cream that had already fallen into deep thought.
"Yes, leave it to me then." Sigma nodded.
While Ango Sakaguchi and Sigma were exchanging information, the player looked at the photo in his hand again.
"You really have no impression of these, Chiyo-chan?" Dazai Osamu looked at the photos in the player's hand. There were five photos in total, two group photos, a battle photo of the black-haired killer, and a personal photo of Lucy.
There's also a photo of them playing around under an apple tree. The people who were originally sitting at the round table with guarded expressions now smile to varying degrees. This is also the only photo that appears to include the adult version of the Little Chief.
"Not at all."
The player sighed loudly, looking at the photos and saying, "My memories of that time are like computer data being erased with a single click. But it's true that my heart still palpitates inexplicably when I hear those names."
"Luche and I have the same knife! She must have taken great care of me!" the player said as he flipped through the items. "And this assassin named Reborn, he looks like a mentor. Maybe he was also my teacher."
The player nodded in agreement.
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"Ah, I didn't expect this one to be developed as well!" The player also saw the photo that Dazai Osamu had just noticed. Only half of the side face was revealed, but the pair of golden eyes that the player had spent n minutes to be satisfied with were highly recognizable.
It's so high that anyone who has seen it can definitely recognize who it is.
The player in the photo was holding a can of coffee beans, ready to hand it to the black-haired killer who had laid down his weapon. Although the others were standing in their respective positions, their eyes were all fixed on the player and the killer.
It seems that in this invisible competition, it was this rebellious black-haired killer who won.
"Teacher Yunyi also told me that when he and I first met, I was a little bigger than when we met you."
"I can vouch for the authenticity of these photos because I still have everything in them."
The player took out a Screaming Apple that looked exactly like the one in the photo, cut it into five pieces in a split second, and placed them in the prepared fruit bowl. He said with a smile, "Want to try some Screaming Apple slices?"
Oda Sakunosuke took the fruit plate from the leader, picked up the apple slice and took a bite. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Can an apple with a human face actually have such an exquisite taste?"
Oda Sakunosuke, who was dedicated to collecting materials, took out a small notebook from his coat pocket and began to record.
"From the trees, furniture and other aspects in these photos, it can be seen that Chiyo-chan and these people should be in southern Europe." After seeing Oda Sakunosuke's performance, Dazai Osamu casually took a bite of the apple slice, his iris-colored eyes flashed, and he took another bite calmly.
"Taking into account the workmanship and technique of the clothing they're wearing, the most likely location is Italy." The black-haired, bandaged boy pointed vaguely with his finger. "For example, the clothes this young lady is wearing, while some features are slightly different, the details clearly indicate they're Italian military uniforms."
"And this hat and leather shoes are also typical Italian craftsmanship."
"Chiyo-chan, how on earth did you manage to get from Yokohama to Italy in just one week?" The bandaged boy's tone was flat, but the player didn't know why he was sweating profusely.
"Even if you say so, I really don't remember." The player, who was very intuitive in some aspects, naturally couldn't tell the truth directly, so he decisively chose to change the subject, "Oh, let me see how Ango and Sigma are doing."
It seems that there are other secrets behind this amnesia...
Dazai Osamu looked at the little leader who was obviously running away because of guilt, and turned the ice cubes in the wine glass with an unclear expression.
After successfully exchanging the information they wanted from Sigma, the player who was more impressed by the people in the photo told the pale-faced office worker the specific time of the meeting between the Port Mafia and the Special Ability Agent Department, and then took Sigma to say goodbye to the three of them.
After all, every time the player's hand was about to touch the wine glass, it was calmly stopped by Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango.
As for Dazai Osamu..., he wanted to take the opportunity to do something bad, but under the disapproving gaze of Oda Sakunosuke, he had no choice but to surrender.
The player who couldn't get any wine and didn't want to stay until the end to deal with the three drunkards chose to retreat!
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"Chiyo, the Sakaguchi Ango who exchanged information with me..." After leaving Lupin Bar, Sigma walked behind the player, hesitant to speak.
"Hmm? Sakaguchi Ango?"
Player: "What do you want to say, Sigma?"
"It's not that I want to sow discord, but... Sakaguchi-kun doesn't seem to be on the same page with the Port Mafia." Looking at Kamikami Chiyo who was walking slower and slower in front of him, Sigma hesitated for a long time and finally said it out loud, saying that he was a little panicked now.
A high-level undercover agent has appeared in the organization. Chiyo must be very sad now...
"Oh, so that's what it is." The player replied calmly, "I've known about this for a long time."
"Regarding the fact that Ango-kun is an undercover agent of the Special Ability Special Affairs Department."
"Wha...what?" Sigma was a little incredulous. He hadn't even told the leader the evidence he believed Sakaguchi Ango and the Port Mafia were not on the same page! How did the leader know who Sakaguchi Ango was undercover?
"Ango Sakaguchi, this important member of the intelligence department, is he actually an undercover agent of the Special Ability Department? Then why did Chiyo ask him to attend tomorrow's meeting?" Sigma subconsciously remembered what happened in Lupin Bar just now, and asked with some confusion.
"Yes, he is indeed an undercover agent of the Special Ability Special Agents Department." The player nodded affirmatively. As for how she knew...
[Name: Sakaguchi Ango
Age: 17
Do you have special abilities?: Theory of Degeneration
Faction: Special Ability Agents Division
Likes: Antiques, memories
Loyalty: 0
Note: Tri-fold, no matter how you fold it, there's always room! Whether at home or on assignment, intelligence is easily accessible to him. He's a very capable intelligence officer, one man can do the work of three. Wow, he's actually a freshly minted undercover agent?!
The player who opened the NPC character panel: "..."
Ever since players learned about the existence of the Special Ability Agents Division, Sakaguchi Ango's camp has changed from the originally uncertain GSS to the Special Ability Agents Division, and his loyalty has not fluctuated since the day he joined the Port Mafia.
If the player still doesn't know this, then he is a big idiot.
"But there's nothing we can do about it. The office slave is just... too useful!" Seeing Sigma's puzzled expression, the player sighed and said, "He alone is as good as five veteran employees in the intelligence department!"
"That's not even counting his unique ability to obtain intelligence—the theory of degeneration!"
"He's an undercover agent, so to speak. Compared to Officer A, Ango-kun is always on the job." The player spread his hands. "Anyway, our Port Mafia is a tax-paying mafia. There's nothing he shouldn't know."
Even if there was, it would not have passed through Ango Sakaguchi's hands. The player looked at Sigma, who was a little confused, with expectant eyes.
"Besides..." The player thought of the Bandage Spirit and the Pigeon Spirit who often drank with the Office Animal Spirit.
"If I really wipe out Ango-kun's humanity, someone will be sad."
After all, he is the first NPC who gives players tasks and the first NPC who is invited to join the force. In addition, one of them has a reputation in the port mafia like a baby crying at night, and few dare to approach him; the other one is like a flower that passes through without getting a single leaf on him, and few people really get into his heart.
Apart from the players who shine wherever they go, there is only this one office worker.
If it's just this little bit of privilege...
"The bandage spirit who often skips classes and the pigeon spirit who always coos like a pigeon need to treat me better than before!" Under Sigma's puzzled gaze, the player put his hands on his hips and said loudly.
"As for why I brought Ango-kun to this important meeting..." the player who had jumped back onto the two-toned ice cream said with a smile, "Of course, it's to give the head of the Psychic Special Agents Department a little surprise!"
"Okay, Sigma, let's go back to the Port Mafia! I still have some paperwork to approve!"
"What? It's already this late..." Sigma subconsciously looked up at the sky where there were only one or two stars.
"Oh, there's nothing I can do. I train in the morning, train in the afternoon, and go to bars at night. I only take a break when I come to play with you. Now I remember that I still have a lot of documents to look at!" The player thought of the frowning Mori Ogai. After correcting documents for several days in a row, the other party looked a lot more haggard. He should be a little nicer to his employees.
"Don't worry! Even if I go to bed at two o'clock and get up at six o'clock, I can still be full of energy every day!" The player patted his chest, saying that his data was absolutely reliable.
"Really? Then I'll stay with Chiyo..."
"I also happen to have a book I want to review. Let me stay up late with Chiyo?"
"You really want to come with me?" The player nodded at the two-toned ice cream and then cheered loudly, "Great! If that's the case, I'll prepare a midnight snack!"
"Hey, will there be cookies?" Sigma's voice drifted farther and farther away in the seemingly deserted street.
"Of course, there might even be ice cream cookies!"
After the two of them completely disappeared from the street...
A pair of feet wearing black leather shoes suddenly appeared and overlapped with the footprints left by Sigma.
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