Chapter 124

Kono Seiyoshi squatted down and gave the killer who had fainted on the ground a rough examination.

Perhaps because he had lost consciousness, the thing he called "stand-in" also lost its effect, and Giorno quickly rushed to the alley entrance.

Gongye Shengliang quickly reminded him: "Please keep your distance from me first, and don't stand downwind. The effect of the medicine has not yet worn off."

The rings, bracelets, cufflinks, brooches, and other fancy accessories on him are all high-tech, none of which is superfluous. Especially considering that he is likely to meet enthusiastic people at the banquet, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is fully armed tonight.

For example, the thin anesthetic hidden in the cufflinks just now was slightly used to block the flame with a mist property. The range is small, the effect is precise, and the effect is fast.

These devices are convenient, but he rarely uses them. It is very troublesome for the Vongola's high technology to be exposed to the public.

Giorno stopped walking after hearing this, and smiled bitterly with shock on his face: "Sorry, it seems I was too confident about the security in Naples."

"Don't say that. The killer was coming for me. I must have implicated you."

Giorno shook his head and said nothing more. He squatted down beside him with a serious and cautious look.

The next second, the unconscious killer was tied up by the plants that grew instantly.

Gongye Shengliang was slightly stunned.

He could feel a faint but warm force, which was neither fire nor a supernatural power. It seemed that this was Giorno's "stand".

Special abilities have always been a top secret, especially when the opponent is the boss of such a huge □□ family. When it was displayed in front of him, besides being surprised, Kono Seiryoshi was also a little moved.

After confirming that the killer had lost his ability to move, Giorno's expression eased slightly. "Please hand this man over to me. After the interrogation, I will make sure he is punished for his actions."

Kono Seira nodded: "Of course, this is your city."

His good mood for sightseeing was ruined, so Kono Seiyoshi decided to go back to the hotel first.

He wasn't seriously injured, but the dagger had cut a hole in his collar. He wasn't sure if there was any poison in it, so he'd better change his clothes as soon as possible.

Inside the VIP bathroom.

The suit jacket he had taken off was hung on the rack, and under his white shirt was a dark black belt-style waist belt. Kono Seiryoshi took off his ring and lowered his head to wash his hands over and over again in front of the sink.

The auction was still going strong, and he just received a text message from Dino, saying that the venue had temporarily added a few auction items to the finale, and had even specially changed his seat to a VIP seat. Dino cried bitterly in the text message, saying that his plan to sneak away as soon as possible had failed.

The image of Dino’s puffed-up face when he complained seemed to appear in his mind... Kouno Seira narrowed his eyes and replied, "I'll wait for you outside, and we'll go back together after we're done."

He turned off the faucet, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water stains, and then put the ring back on.

The next second after Kono Seiryoshi raised his head, the overhead lights suddenly went out and the room fell into darkness.

A heavy, cold piece of metal pressed against my back, the creepy temperature ironing my skin through my shirt.

"Wow, he looks exactly like in the photo."

The teasing voice seemed to have been processed and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

After encountering two assassination attempts within an hour, even he was silent at this moment.

It seems that he may not be compatible with the soil in Naples.

However, judging from the usual techniques used and the subtle messages revealed in the tone, this person doesn't seem to be the same person as the previous "stand-in"?

Is he so popular? I'm not happy at all.

His pupils gradually adapted to the dark environment, and Gong Ye Shengliang slightly curled his lips. There was no fear of facing the muzzle of a gun in his voice, and it was gentle as if he was asking: "Have many people seen the "photo"? "

The person behind him seemed really stumped by his question, and thought seriously, "Hmm... not a lot, after all, it's an S-rank mission."

The killer chuckled again, "I originally wanted to just kill him, but the requirements of the S-rank mission were unexpectedly troublesome, so I had to bring this with me."

After that, the man shook the micro-bomb in his hand and said in a friendly tone: "I have to ask you to sleep well."

The bomb, judging by its size, was more than enough to destroy this bathroom.

After confirming the target's death, he used a bomb to destroy the body and all traces. The familiar method of killing and silencing the witness made Kono Seiryoshi lose consciousness for a moment.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he shook his head again. This method was too common and could not explain anything.

"One last question," he smiled faintly at the communicative killer, "before you kill someone, do you do a background check?"

Guns and bombs, pretty simple.

"Why waste time doing this?" The killer's voice was surprised and a little angry. "It's just a runaway--"

"Hello."

Another person suddenly appeared at the door that was supposed to be locked and interrupted the conversation in an impolite and even rude manner.

"What are you doing in there?"

When he heard the first syllable, the not-so-loud sound exploded in Kono Seiryoshi's ears.

For a moment, he completely ignored the muzzle of the gun and the bomb, and suddenly looked towards the door, with an urgency and confusion in his eyes that he was not aware of.

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Yokohama, Armed Detective Agency.

When passing by the closed door of the archive room, Nakajima Atsushi didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and tiptoed around it.

Only after he sat down at his workstation did he wipe the sweat off his forehead: "I've never seen Mr. Dazai work so hard before - is something serious going to happen?"

Kunikida Dopo stopped typing and sighed, "Since this is a request from the Special Powers Division, there's nothing we can do."

"That urban legend-like "book" has leaked out, which is really troublesome. I heard that the people in the secret service department are so anxious that their heads are smoking. They will only entrust Dazai as a last resort."

Nakajima Atsushi was shocked and asked his colleague next door, "Mr. Oda, is this really the case?!"

"Ah." Oda Sakunosuke responded briefly and put away the documents on the table. "That's right in theory."

"Hey, is there any other way to put it?"

Oda Sakunosuke glanced towards the filing room and seemed to have some feelings.

Apart from the facts, he felt that even if the head of the secret service department came to commission him personally, Dazai would not take it so seriously.

The curtains in the filing room were drawn, and the room was dark.

On the other side of the only screen with light on, Dazai Osamu's tall figure was forced to shrink into a not very spacious sofa, looking a bit pitiful.

He didn't close his eyes, but tapped his fingers to the beat, with a tiny earphone hidden in his slightly messy black hair.

Oda Saku unexpectedly hit upon one thing: the person who commissioned him this time was not Sakaguchi Ango, but the chief of the Special Powers Department, Taneda Santouki.

Chief Taneda had recommended him to the Armed Detective Agency. Putting aside other grudges, Dazai Osamu really owed him a favor in this matter.

In response to his silly question, Chief Taneda simply said in a deep voice: "If the existence of the "book" is made public by someone with ulterior motives, it will inevitably lead to wars between people with special abilities and even other mysterious forces."

"Neither you nor the Port Mafia want to experience a second Dragon War."

"Port Mafia? That's hard to say." Dazai Osamu chuckled vaguely, "I don't need to remind you who is the biggest beneficiary in the Dragon War."

Chief Taneda was silent for a long time before he sighed, "This is also what Chief Mori meant. I hope you can temporarily put aside your past grudges and cooperate to protect this city." As he spoke, he pulled out a photo from the documents he carried with him.

Seeing the black-haired young man's suddenly frozen expression and clenched hands, he had to add tiredly: "It's just a copy."

"I will send you the details. This is a serious matter. Please think about it again, Dazai-kun."

In the silence where no one spoke, Taneda Santouko saw the young man's upright shoulders suddenly slump, "...No need."

He picked up the copy on the table, his expression as calm as the surface of the sea that had not been through a storm, and folded it patiently and carefully along the edge. His movements were so slow that they gave people the illusion of being mechanical.

Looking up at the stunned Chief Taneda, Dazai Osamu's usual, faint smile appeared on his face again: "I accept it."

The premise of the "book" that realizes all the stories is reasonable.

The "superpower" that can make all wishes come true, but the premise is unreasonable.

Just as he closed his eyes and pondered, a slightly angry voice suddenly came from the earphone that had been silent for a long time: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Dazai Osamu was disturbed by the noise and frowned. He had no choice but to turn his head and hold the headset a little further away.

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Before he finished speaking, the killer in the bathroom turned his gun around.

"It's really a headache," the killer muttered, "How come there is a witness?"

"There's no other way, we'll just have to do it together."

The former partner's mocking voice came from the earphone: "Chuuya, are you meddling in other people's business again?"

Nakahara Chuuya cursed in a low voice: "Shut up."

The bullet aimed at the heart suddenly changed direction a second before it hit the body. The killer couldn't avoid it, and blood spurted out of his arm as he dodged.

She judged the danger level of Nakahara Chuuya, and cursed under her breath, but still not satisfied, she angrily said: "Damn it! I'm here to clean up the escaped experimental subjects, what does this have to do with you?!"

After cursing twice but hearing no response, the killer stopped talking and was surprised to find that this nosy man was standing at the door like a statue, not moving at all.

In a flash, she had an idea and twisted her joints in an extremely tricky posture to jump onto the windowsill, and threw the bomb with a three-second countdown into the house!

No one cared about the killer on the run.

When he walked into the bathroom, Nakahara Chuuya's irritable mood had not yet been relieved. He passed by the killer in the dark, and when the opponent chose to attack him, he sneered and pulled the corner of his mouth.

Until the killer turned sideways while shooting, revealing the person who was blocked behind him.

Nakahara Chuuya's cobalt blue pupils suddenly shrank into a line.

The environment was strange, the attire was strange, but only the expression on that face made him feel familiar.

The unclear features in the darkness were the same as in his memory but also subtly different. Her lips opened in surprise, as if she was about to say his name in the next second.

It seemed to be just his illusion.

A glaring "beep" sound suddenly rang out, and Nakahara Chuuya suddenly came back to his senses.

--Oops!

His heart was pounding, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Accompanied by a loud bang, lavender smoke and the dark red light of supernatural power suddenly filled the entire space.

"Hey! It's okay—"

Nakahara Chuuya hurriedly cleared away the fog, but Emperor Cang's questioning came to an abrupt end.

Nothing.

There was nothing at the location that the aftermath of the explosion had bypassed.

The loud noise of the explosion attracted many people. The waiter hurried over. He was frightened by the terrible situation in the room and turned pale. After calming down, he asked the ochre-haired young man standing in the middle who was the only one who was safe and sound: "Sir, are you okay? Sir..."

The young man said nothing, and just as the waiter timidly went to call a doctor, he suddenly punched the wall with a "bang".

The walls were cracking and shattering, and the floor beneath my feet seemed to be making a groaning sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head.

In those cobalt blue eyes, the anger had solidified into something that was about to burst out.