Chapter 137

The usually relaxed office of the detective agency was in complete silence because of a "guest".

The stranger was very tall, wearing a neat black long coat. His facial features were handsome and profound in a Western style, and his unique long blue hair was tied behind his head, adding a sense of unruliness.

What makes people pay attention to him even more is that he has a pair of strange eyes of different colors, one red and one blue. There are words vaguely engraved in the blood-red pupils, which makes people feel cold in their hearts. It seems that if you accidentally look at him, you will be dragged into hell by those eyes.

The waiter carefully brought a cup of tea. The guest thanked him politely, grasped the handle of the cup with his black-gloved hand, rubbed it gently around the rim, and then put it down.

A foreigner who gives people a strong sense of oppression - this is the first impression that the detective agency has of Rokudo Mukuro.

After both parties introduced themselves, the conversation fell silent. It was obvious that Rokudo Mukuro just wanted to wait for others and had no intention of talking. The others had no choice but to sit back in their workstations quietly. The atmosphere was so depressing that no one dared to type loudly.

In the seventh minute of the silent game, a warrior who couldn't read the air stood up slowly.

Bathed in the shocked and respectful gazes of his colleagues, Dazai Osamu sat down opposite the blue-haired man, moved the cold tea away, and said in a casual greeting: "The coffee downstairs tastes good too."

“…Oh my.”

The corners of Liudao Mukuro's lips curled up, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

The next second, the voice suddenly turned cold without any warning, "——Mafia."

He did not try to hide the volume, and the others could hear it clearly even through the screen. The members froze in their tracks, and saw the same shock and vigilance on each other's faces.

Dazai Osamu's original identity was the youngest cadre in the history of the Port Mafia - although it is no longer a secret, it should not be revealed to a stranger who meets him for the first time.

The person being targeted did not seem to be flustered at all, and responded lightly: "It's the former Mafia."

Dazai Osamu smiled, his smile was so illusory that it was even a little exaggerated: "I have long heard of your name, Mr. Rokudo Mukuro, the current Vongola Mist Guardian."

In the same nonchalant manner, he revealed information that had never been mentioned before.

The previous intelligence network was disrupted, and Dazai Osamu only took some effort to find out this name last night. He said it was "long heard of", which was as watery as turning left when you go out of the door to Tokyo Bay.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, one of them had a dagger hidden in his smile, and the other was insincere. The atmosphere was like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme.

Detective Society: ...You two are so scary when you laugh! If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh!

Nakajima Atsushi asked quietly: "Mr. Kunikida, what is "Vongola"? "

Kunikida replied in the same tone: "It sounds like a foreign trade company... Damn it, Dazai must be secretly planning something alone again!"

He suddenly had a very bad premonition. The last time he had this feeling was when the black lizard caused a big fuss and caused the repair costs to exceed the budget -!

It’s no use, someone come and save me!!!

As if the heavens had heard Kunikida Dopo's roar, a surprised clear voice suddenly rang out:

"Mr. Mukuro?"

The gray-haired young man's face was full of surprise, and there was a faint moisture on his thick eyelashes, which made his skin look like cold jade and his eyes look clear.

Gongye Shengliang paused for a moment and looked around at the different expressions of the people around him. He didn't quite understand why some people had a look of relief that said "We're saved!" while others had a look of "It's worse!" that said they couldn't bear to watch.

...Everyone, your psychological activities are so rich.

He turned his gaze towards the center of the office, and Rokudo Mukuro and Dazai Osamu, who were originally chatting face to face, turned their heads at the same time after hearing his voice.

The moment his eyes met with Rokudo Mukuro's, Kono Seira really wanted to shake his shoulders and ask him about the incident in which he described Chuuya as an illusion, but considering that he was still in the detective agency, he held back - it was more important to maintain the Vongola Kirimori's status and decency when he was outside.

What a coincidence, Rokudo Mukuro had the same idea as him. They would settle the account when they got home.

But it was obvious that Rokudo Mukuro was not trying to settle the same account with him.

The blue-haired man restrained his smile, crossed his arms across his chest, and stared at him with a subtle look.

"..." Gongye Shengliang realized it later and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down the back of his head, and he laughed dryly twice, "Mr. Mukuro, you came so early..."

Rokudo Mukuro said slowly, "I wanted to come overnight, but Kusanagi said it was your request, so I had to wait until morning."

Gongye Shengliang choked.

Kusanagi-senpai! Where are you? Why did you leave me alone to face this!!!

Gongye Shengliang didn't even dare to cry, he could only watch with tears in his eyes as the blue-haired man walked towards him step by step.

Rokudo Mukuro glanced at him and said, "Stay up late again?"

Gongye Sheng sighed in his conscience, and his eyelashes trembled awkwardly, as if he was admitting his fault, but the words he said had nothing to do with admitting his fault: "I'm so sleepy, so please don't lecture me, okay?"

Rokudo Mukuro said nothing, raised his hand and brushed his hair, his fingertips lingering on his eyelids for a while. The cool and comfortable temperature immediately relieved the soreness and swelling in his eyeballs, making him feel refreshed.

His gloved hands seemed to have turned into cool patches. Gongye Shengliang couldn't help but reach out and hold them, and kept them on his face for a while, happily sighing for the thousandth time how convenient illusions were.

He was used to this kind of interaction in the Vongola, but he didn't know how shocking this scene would be in the eyes of the detective agency.

Everyone was immersing themselves in the rapid-fire changes of Rokudo Mukuro's face, and thought that although it was shocking, it was understandable. However, now, some young employees who could not control their expressions were shocked and their jaws almost dropped.

Is he being coquettish?! Kouno-kun is definitely being coquettish, right?!

Although they had only known each other for less than a day, they had a very good impression of the gray-haired young man. In addition to his outstanding appearance, he was gentle and polite, and knew when to act. With just a few words, he made them feel warm and close to him.

It's totally hard to imagine someone like this acting coquettishly towards others, but when I saw it with my own eyes, it seemed quite suitable...?

Looking at the familiar and natural intimate behavior between the two, Xie Ye Akiko suppressed the urge to sigh and glanced at the other two people with the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, Dazai Osamu was still sitting in his original position with a normal expression, but the lines of his tense arms made it look like he was about to crush the innocent teacup.

Oda seemed to be calmer (probably because of his paralyzed face), but his body temperature dropped suddenly, causing Tanizaki to shiver and not knowing why.

It’s still a long way to go, and Xie Ye Akiko shook her head secretly.

The ice pack was almost done, and Kono Seiryo switched to work mode and faced everyone with a warm smile:

"I've been bothering you since yesterday. I'll transfer the commission and compensation to your account as soon as I get back."

Kunikida Dopo waved his hands in surprise, "No, that's embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it," Kono Seira smiled, "Just think of it as a token of your appreciation."

As long as the amount does not exceed eight figures, he has no pressure. He has not had any major expenses in recent years and has saved a lot from his salary.

The Fengji Consortium is very rich.

He also had a very good impression of the detective agency. He was reluctant to leave and said goodbye with great sincerity.

Gong Ye Shengliang leaned against the door frame, blinked, and whispered to himself, "See you next time."

"Take this with you." Dazai handed over the cell phone he had used last night and added with a faint smile, "It's been checked and there's no bug."

Gong Ye Shengliang laughed: "Okay."

He took the phone, and behind him, Rokudo Mukuro glanced at Dazai Osamu coldly, the warning was self-evident.

Dazai pretended not to notice, and approached Kouno Seiryoshi under the increasingly chilling gaze of the blue-haired man, and deliberately whispered in a code that only the two of them could understand: "Don't forget to pay the compensation."

Gongye Sheng felt that he was inexplicably obsessed with this matter, and his conscience was puzzled, but he still nodded, preparing to ask again later.

The weather outside is very good. The long-lost sunshine shines warmly on my body, making me feel bright and comfortable.

Kono Seiryoshi secretly thanked his luck that he didn't run into the port mafia on the way, otherwise, given Rokudo Mukuro's hatred for the mafia, although they wouldn't fight each other on the spot, they would probably set traps between them openly and covertly.

The new cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice. He took it out and looked at it, a smile flashing across his eyes.

"Dazai: (；′⌒`)"

He was just about to pick an emoji to reply, and just as he opened the keyboard, his phone was suddenly snatched away.

Rokudo Mukuro's gentle but unyielding voice came from above: "Don't pick up things of unknown origin."

Kouno Seira was helpless: "Mr. Mukuro..."

Here we go again.

Because of their childhood encounter, Rokudo Mukuro always seemed to want to double up on the education he lacked in his childhood. Specifically, although he was able to work and live independently, he was still regarded as a child who would go with bad people if given candy.

Even the other guardians had a similar attitude towards him. Seeing that verbal rebuttal was useless, Kono Seira concentrated on working for the Fengji Foundation - at least the Cloud Guardians would despise everyone equally.

Gong Ye Shengliang was puzzled. How weak and unable to take care of himself was he ten years ago that he allowed the stereotype to poison everyone for so long?

But that shouldn't be the case... He remembered that he was just not very talkative at that time, but he was quite ordinary in other aspects.

The period when he first transferred to Namiseki Junior High School did not leave a deep impression in his mind. After thinking hard for a long time, Kono Seiryoshi could not remember it, so he finally decided to give up.

When he came to his senses, Rokudo Mukuro looked at him for an unknown amount of time before asking nonchalantly, "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I should have contacted everyone as soon as I was kidnapped."

This time, Kono Seiryoshi apologized honestly and looked at him eagerly: "Can you give me my phone back now?"

Rokudo Mukuro was noncommittal, "I'll give it to you once you figure out where the other mistakes are."

"Master Mukuro..."

"This trick doesn't work anymore, try another one."

…

…

Looking out the fourth-floor window, I saw an owl, a rare sight in Yokohama, perched on the vertical sign of the office building opposite.

The snowy owl was combing its wing feathers when its neck suddenly twisted 90 degrees. Its red and blue eyes stared straight at Dazai Osamu and its sharp beak opened and closed as if it was uttering human language.

Without waiting for a reply, Dazai Osamu closed the blinds expressionlessly.

He stood still in front of the window and suddenly said, "I changed my mind."

Nakajima Atsushi, who passed by behind him, was stunned: "Eh, Mr. Dazai, are you referring to...?"

Dazai Osamu turned around and leaned back in the chair at his workstation. He grabbed a book and covered his face with it, sighing slightly, "You understood Chuuya in a weird way that would give me nightmares."

His eyes darkened beneath the pages of the book.

——Illusions are indeed the most annoying things in the world.