Chapter 39
Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses up again. "So, are you willing to take a rest now?"
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"If I say I don't want to, will you just tie me to the bed?"
"Yes, because of you, we have been working overtime all night, and now everyone is about to get hurt."
I'm sorry everyone. Although the intelligence department often works overtime and everyone is a typical office worker, for the sake of the health of the young director, I have to sacrifice these reputations... Who asked you to call me up five times?
I looked at Sakaguchi Ango suspiciously. Who would attack someone so suddenly? Just relying on the thin arms and legs of a clerk in the intelligence department? But when I was about to say that, I saw Ango's hairline.
He has a smooth forehead. He is about 18 or 19 years old now. Due to overtime and fatigue, he has acne and other things... but very rarely.
"Ango, why is your skin so white and tender? Are you secretly using skin care products?"
"No, it's natural."
“It makes people jealous.”
"Your face is much nicer than mine."
"cut."
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"You should go and rest."
For Ango's hairline, I had to lie on the sofa, waving my back to him, "Go, go, I'm already asleep."
"You should eat something first." I heard him sigh.
"……oh."
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"Mr. Dazai" The guard stopped him.
"'If he insists on coming in, I'll just ignore him for the rest of my life.' That's what Ms. Dazai said."
Dazai Osamu stood at the door, his coat almost dragging on the ground.
Although it was daytime, the shadow on him was like the deepest night, soaking the ups and downs of people's hearts.
Although they have similar faces, when Velvet is expressionless, he and Dazai Osamu have completely different feelings.
One is silence, like a dead leaf on the water in the shadow, spinning around and around without a foothold; the other is a deep level of despair that makes people feel sad the moment they see it.
He stood there for a while, a while, right? But to the guard it seemed like a century of rain.
Dazai Osamu turned around, picked up his phone and started typing quickly.
The information was deleted and reduced, and a long paragraph finally became just a short message.
"People who love eating crabs naturally know how to cook them. If the crabs you cook are not good enough, I can teach you."
But after he finished typing, he seemed to regret it. His finger hesitated over the withdraw button for a long time, and finally he clicked it.
After closing the phone, he was still in a daze for a while.
Xun didn't know why he was angry, and he didn't know either.
There are many reasons for a person to be angry. He can list thousands of reasons, thousands of possibilities, and thousands of different answers in one minute.
He could apply each of these scenarios to his sister and come up with the correct answer, but were there other possibilities besides what he thought of? Would the result of his random guess make Rong even angrier?
He subconsciously covered up the biggest possibility.
No one can truly understand himself, because everyone has a blind spot that cannot be detected. Even the best psychologist in the world cannot say that he can grasp the psychology of every patient.
The person we know best in this world is ourselves, and the person we know least is also ourselves. We don’t even know ourselves directly.
He thought for a while and turned on his phone again.
"Hey, who's that? Where are the tasks? Don't you have a lot of tasks recently? Send them all to me, quickly, and don't make me repeat myself a second time."
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The nearest river is just over a kilometer away, so let's go there and give it a try.
*
I woke up around 11 noon and found a small blanket covering me. I felt a little embarrassed, as if I had caused Ango to worry again.
The tradition of Mafia is that the older generation should give the younger generation something personal as a gift.
My brother got a coat from Mr. Mori, but I got nothing.
It is impossible for Mr. Mori to have things for little girls, and even if he did, they would obviously belong to Alice.
Things are symbols, symbolizing who is protecting this person in the Mafia and who brought him out.
I have not received direct education from Mr. Mori, so Mr. Mori's approach is correct, the most effective, and the best solution.
He also wanted to give me his scalpel, but I refused.
*
One week later.
"Xiao Ye, how is your sister?"
"We got there just in time and saved him."
"Is that so... Well, remember to speak nicely. You definitely don't want your sister to die. By the way, what exactly is pickled saury?"
"It's just a simple dish of pickled vegetables and saury cooked together... When I was a kid, my family wasn't well off, so I would make this dish for my sister when we needed to improve our diet."
People are good at hiding their hard work, and the cheap fish and home-preserved pickles in coastal cities can improve the diet.
"How is the condition?"
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“Not very good.”
Sato Ono only has this sister left. They lost their parents when they were young, and now she has cancer and is about to die.
He will be alone.
"Are you scared?"
Sato Ono shook his head, his eyes softened behind his sunglasses. "For people like me, every day is earned, and every day that can be earned is a day. Now that she's in trouble, it's finally her turn to help us make ends meet."
"I'm glad she's been with me through this for so long, and I'm grateful to her."
"Goodbye?"
"It's a farewell. Recently...thank you, Minister Xiaorong." He bowed deeply to me.
I looked at the raindrops coming in from the window and said, "I actually really hate this world."
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The room was silent for a moment, with only the sound of water drops hitting the window. "Come on, help me make a dish of pickled saury. I want to try what it tastes like that made your sister miss it for so many years."
Ono also left.
Ono is my assistant. I don’t have any special contact with him on a normal basis, but because of my age, he may have to take care of me a little more.
Although I am much stronger than him as a user with special abilities, and I am the one who takes care of him on the battlefield - many new Mafia members here are taken care of by me.
Because my special ability is inclined towards the auxiliary type.
*
After seeing Ono off, I welcomed the second guest of the day.
"Mr. Lantang."
Lan Tang nodded to me, and I asked someone to make him a pot of tea. He tried it, closed his eyes, half-pursed his lips, and nodded in praise, "Well, it's not bad."
"It's a special supply for Mr. Lan Tang. We originally prepared two sets of solutions. One is the one Mr. Lan Tang is drinking now, and the other is the one you usually drink."
I couldn't hide my pride in my words.
"A rich man in China Street gave me this tea. I thought Mr. Lan Tang might be interested in this tea, so I asked them to brew it first."
"You're thoughtful." He nodded at me.
"Hehe...Mr. Lan Tang, are you feeling better recently? I see that thing has become smaller. Should I say that you are worthy of being such a powerful psychic like Mr. Lan Tang?"
The dark red python seemed to be coiling around Mr. Lan Tang, hissing and spitting out poisonous venom, but it also looked like an evil dragon guarding its treasure, preventing anyone from getting close to it.
But now it feels listless, and the whole snake lies on Mr. Lan Tang's shoulder in a listless manner, but its tongue still touches Mr. Lan Tang's cheek with bad intentions.
"Much better. Now I don't feel uncomfortable when I go out. It's all thanks to Xiao Rong. To thank you, I brought you a pair of earmuffs."
What? What? A gift! Earmuffs!
"Thank you, Mr. Lantang. I'm so glad... I thought your earmuffs were very comfortable earlier. I didn't expect you to have noticed it so early..."
How could I possibly improve Mr. Lan Tang's physical symptoms so much by my own ability? So there is only one possibility - I am just a trigger, and Lan Tang can completely solve his physical problems by himself.
Is this a powerful psychic? He can handle psychics that are completely on two different levels.
After I completed the mission, I told Mr. Mori about it. He stroked his scalpel, thought for a while, and then told me, "You did a good thing. We Mafia may get a more powerful psychic than before."
I breathed a sigh of relief immediately.
I am somewhat afraid that I might do something bad with good intentions. The standard of "good" or "bad" is naturally not set by me now.
"Okay, let's continue today. I really hope to see Mr. Lan Tang getting better. Ha, or rather, I hope to see Mr. Lan Tang wearing thinner clothes sooner."
"Mr. Lan Tang is so tall that his waist is visible even when he wears thick clothes. He must be very thin, right?"
"Haha, that sounds like a little pervert."
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This time, the snake on Mr. Lan Tang's body grew to the size of an adult male's arm with well-developed biceps.
Suddenly, Mr. Lan Tang's expression became ferocious. The golden blocks dancing around him were like magma erupting from a volcano, giving people a pungent smell of danger.
I took two steps back cautiously. "Mr. Lan Tang! Are you okay?"
At the same time, he paid attention to the directions in which he could quickly leave and how to notify the people here to evacuate in time before Lan Tang went berserk.
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It was a sea of fire surging with black and red, a temperature so hot that it distorted the air, and the moment when he and his partner had a complete falling out.
Why on earth? Why can't I listen to my own advice? Why, why... can't I trust you a little more?
"Mr. Lan Tang!" The python grew larger than ever before and opened its bloody mouth, as if there were black and red lines cutting around it.
For a moment I didn't know who was more dangerous.
...No, I am the most dangerous person here!
"Why... why have we come to this point today... I have never thought that you are not a human being... You are mine..."
Seeing how crazy he was, I could only shout at him at the top of my lungs, "Lantang! Stop imagining nonsense!"
"If you don't express your thoughts, others may never understand your requirements in their entire lives. Even a child like me understands this!"
...But, even if I say it, I may not get a response.
...I have grown up a long time ago and should not be treated as a child anymore. It is a child’s privilege to get a response to every word they say.
But now is no time to think so much.
"Mr. Lan Tang!" The golden blocks beside him continued to move at the same speed.
No, he can't hear anything now. If I can't stop him in time, I will definitely reach Yomihirasaka before Dazai Osamu.
I dodged the oncoming golden cube and picked up the pager beside me. "Hey, Mr. Lan Tang is out of control. Ordinary people should evacuate as soon as possible!"
"Bang!" The golden block knocked the pager out of my hand.
This is not good. I don't have any fighting ability at all. I'm not even as good as a soldier. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed in the back while the Mafia was fighting other organizations.
Forget about Mr. Lan Tang. With my current physical condition and abilities, even if there were ten of me, I might not be able to defeat Lan Tang who is just standing there unconsciously.
It was an unexpected situation. Who would have thought that the gentle and refined Mr. Lan Tang would have such painful memories?
Now there are three choices: 1. Wait for Lan Tang to wake up. Because he can't stand here for a day, but the possibility of me surviving is relatively small.
2: I will fight back now and let the pain wake up Lan Tang.
3: Waiting for someone to rescue me.
There is also a very Dazai Osamu approach, which is to tidy up your appearance, lie down and wait to die.
Mr. Randou is in this situation now. Unless Dazai Osamu had predicted the current situation an hour ago, there is no way he could have arrived in time.
If Mr. Hongye or Mr. Hirotsu from the Black Lizard came, they might be able to take me away, but there wouldn't be much they could do no matter how many there were.
In order to save my life, I started nagging him, hoping to divert his attention.
"Mr. Lan Tang! Do you know the wind? Its life span is extremely short. Sometimes, just passing by us has consumed its life!"
"And I happen to have the ability to hear their voices."
"They don't care about their own departure at all, and always think about enjoying the present happiness without worrying about the future."
"Because of my brother, everyone seems to always feel sorry for me, but that's not the case!"
"I am definitely the first one to get used to leaving!"
After saying that, I crawled out from behind the desk where I was hiding, clenched my pistol with both hands, and fired several shots at Lan Tang.
Most of the bullets were knocked down by the golden blocks, and some of them scratched my cheeks, but the ones that were heading towards my face...there was nothing I could do.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"
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