Chapter 26

After getting out of the car, Gongye Shengliang patted his sleeves vigorously, trying to get rid of the smell of the incense.

He first turned on the camera on his phone and zoomed in on the accident scene in the distance. He saw that most of the body of one car was dented, and another accident car was emitting flames.

This area happens to be a busy neighborhood with heavy traffic and people coming and going, so it will probably take quite a while.

Just as Kono Seira was about to put his phone away, a flashing mark on the lower right corner of the screen suddenly caught his attention. He paused and suggested to Oda Sakunosuke as if nothing had happened: "The weather is so hot, Mr. Oda, let's go to that store over there and rest for a while before leaving."

Oda Sakunosuke's job was to follow him, so naturally there was no objection.

The two walked into the store one after the other and ordered a cup of iced coffee each. As soon as they sat down, Kono Seiryo noticed a vague gaze on him. The presence was so weak that if he hadn't paid attention in advance, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Kono Seiryoshi held the hand on the table for a moment, his heartbeat quickened unconsciously, and the rather bold plan in his mind began to take shape.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he made up his mind and spoke: "...Mr. Oda."

The person who was called thought something unexpected had happened and immediately put down his coffee with a serious look.

Kono Seira clasped his hands together, not daring to look at the other person's expression. He knew that the other person would not blame him, and that was why he felt guilty. "Sorry, I saw a Japanese confectionery shop on the way here, and after hesitating for a long time, I finally wanted to eat."

"So, that..." he stammered, "could you get me one?"

Oops, what a lame excuse! He could hardly continue--!

Kono Seiryoshi raised his eyes and carefully observed the red-haired man's expression, and changed his address to honorifics.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Oda Sakunosuke frowned, and said hesitantly: "Of course I can, but you have to be left alone..." He is a bodyguard, and it is best for him to stay within a safe distance of the other party at all times. It is not reasonable for him to leave at this time.

"I will wait for you to come back!" Kouno Seira promised quickly, "and the police are nearby, no one would choose this time to mess around."

...That makes some sense. Oda Sakunosuke looked out the window. Because of the car accident, many police officers came to this neighborhood to maintain order.

It takes about 20 minutes to get to the Japanese confectionery shop from here and back. If he works fast, he can get it done in 15 minutes. They picked this shop randomly, so there shouldn't be anyone ambushing them in advance.

It wouldn't be so dangerous by chance, Oda Sakunosuke told himself, but a strange feeling that he couldn't explain arose in his heart.

He lowered his eyes to look at the latte art on the coffee. He knew it was useless but still activated his special ability for peace of mind.

In "The Perfect Match", the boy with gray hair and golden eyes still looked at him with that pitiful and irresistible expression.

At the last moment of the foreseeable future, a smile suddenly broke out on his face, and the bright look reappeared in his eyes.

In the end, he agreed... Oda Sakunosuke sighed secretly.

The supernatural power ended in an instant, and the two versions of Kimura Kono seemed to overlap, leaving a vivid mark on the retina.

Oda Sakunosuke stood up as the boy's eyes lit up for a moment, thought for a moment, and rubbed his head before leaving, with just the right amount of indulgence in his tone: "Wait for me to come back."

Gongye Shengliang, who had won a head-patting kill, sat down obediently and nodded.

Only after watching Oda Sakunosuke's back completely out of sight did Kono Seira's lips curl up a little. He reached out to fiddle with the spoon in the coffee cup, but did not drink. He lowered his eyes to look at the pattern of tiles on the floor.

He roughly knew what would happen next, but he was still a little hesitant.

The matter of the young man in the slums is not that simple. Since Zhong Hui has made full preparations to deal with the inspection of the port mafia, how could he reveal such an obvious handle?

So - how did the boy with traces of drug injection on his body get past Zhong Hui's radar and bump into him at such a coincidental time?

There must be a hand behind all this.

However, no matter what the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes is, the port mafia really needs this opportunity that comes to them. Mori Ogai was very cryptic when he handed him the Silver Order, but if you think about it, you will know that there is such a piece of fat meat that is so rich that no one would want to take it all for themselves.

The traffic accident on the way was also very strange. The way back happened to be blocked at this section, and someone with a system prompt happened to be nearby - is it so bad for a well-known supernatural person to be on the street?

Gongye Shengliang already had a 70% guess in his mind, but there was still a doubt - how could the person behind the scenes be sure that he could recognize the traces of drugs on the boy? If even one link in the middle went wrong, everything this person did would be meaningless.

He didn't think it was trust to put all the risk on him.

The reason why Kono Seira used the excuse to transfer Oda Sakunosuke just now was that he wanted to meet with this person and test his real purpose.

It would be best if no one came, but if someone came... there's nothing to be afraid of.

Three minutes later, just as he was counting down to the last number, an elegant and polite voice came as expected: "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

Gongye Shengliang suddenly raised his eyes.

A shadow fell in front of his eyes. A thin young man with black hair, red eyes, and a cotton hat on a hot day was looking at him with a smile.

[Rat Leader of the Dead House——Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky (a person with special abilities)]

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

Yes, the one he had seen from a distance on the street.

Such a long name not only glows but also scrolls across the screen. Who can't see it?

He nodded with mixed feelings: "Please sit down."

The black-haired young man chuckled and sat down.

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised." Fyodor took the menu and half covered his face, but he didn't look at it. He only showed a smile in his eyes that he couldn't tell whether it was true or not. "Are you inviting me specially?"

Anyone who paid attention to them would be confused by the contradictory conversation.

Kono Seiyoshi picked up a sugar cube from the sugar jar and put it into his coffee, choosing to give the guest a taste of his own medicine: "The guest has come from a long way, and I don't want to let him go for nothing."

A chuckle sounded at the right time, "Is this the Mafia's way of entertaining guests? It seems pretty good."

Wow.

As Kono Seiryoshi stirred the coffee to make the sugar cube dissolve faster, he thought that he was getting to the point pretty quickly.

He couldn't say much, so he could only perfunctorily say, "It's mutual. Didn't you say hello first?"

Fyodor put down the menu and crossed his legs, his posture was free and elegant, and it was not at all obvious that he was taking someone else's seat. He moved the coffee from the original position, took the paper towel on the table and wiped the table slowly, "Has anyone told you that your acting is not very good?"

Kono Seiji knew in his heart that this was not the case, because he seldom performed in front of others, and when he did, the audience was very cooperative, such as Oda Sakunosuke.

Fyodor seemed to see what he was thinking, and propped up his chin with his fingers: "Although it is clumsy, it is true that people who are not familiar with it may not be able to tell."

When Gongye Shengliang heard this, he was almost certain that Fyodor was related to the events outside the meeting.

He did not perform well in his arrogant and domineering personality, but it was enough to fool Zhong Hui, whom he had never met before.

In the path that was still full of spies, he couldn't just roll up the boy's sleeve to check the pinholes, so he could only capture one or two in a roundabout way.

Kono Seiryoshi took a sip of coffee. The cappuccino, which was already sweet, became even sweeter after adding the sugar cube, but it was just right for him.

After a few seconds, Kono Seira curled his lips, his golden eyes showing a gentle and distant expression: "Actually, we are not that familiar with each other."

The foreigner, who was unfamiliar with the place, tilted his head, seeming to agree with him.

There was a noise coming from not far away. Fyodor still had a smile on his face, his chin supported by one hand, and his slightly gloomy eyes fell there.

A crying child sat at a table in front of the French window of the coffee shop. He had already attracted many dissatisfied eyes because of his noisy behavior. The child's parents blushed and pale, and could only lower their voices to scold the child to shut up, but it had the opposite effect, and the crying became even louder.

The waiter wanted to go over and ask if they needed help, but was rudely interrupted by the child's mother, who had an embarrassed look on her face, hidden with disgust and anger.

Kono Seiryoshi naturally also noticed the noise not far away. This was also a scene he occasionally saw when observing the people passing by. He calmly withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Fyodor's voice, which was almost a whisper: "Humans will always produce evil that they are not even aware of. When they are drowned by these sins, no one can save them."

"…even more tragically, sin is not limited to the visible areas."

Fyodor retracted his gaze, his back to the light source, shadows covering the corners of his upturned mouth, but his eyes were indifferent. In just a few seconds, he instantly changed from an elegant and mysterious foreign youth to a gloomy and indifferent leader of an underground organization.

The rat in the gutter gnawed its way forward, its dangerous gaze fixed on the boy in front of it, but the latter walked at an unhurried pace, even having enough energy to wink and smile at him:

"So, what exactly does Mr. Kind Foreigner want to tell me?"

Fyodor raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes helplessly, and smiled: "I just want to advise from the perspective of an outsider - if ordinary people are like this, the sins of people with special abilities will only be more serious."

"How can you be sure that your leader didn't condone the matter you're concerned about? You've also seen the psychic there, right?"

"Please be careful with your words."

It would be impolite to say any more.

Gong Ye Shengliang put down the teacup, and it collided with the cup and saucer with a soft sound. He said in a light tone: "Besides, I don't think that an individual has the right to judge others."

The attitude in Fyodor's words is very clear - he believes that humans, especially those with special abilities, are deeply sinful, and he claims to be an existence that is free from sinners.

Speaking of which, the reason why Mori Ougai was mentioned just now was probably to sow discord. Does he look so easy to fall into the trap? Gong Ye Shengliang wondered.

Fyodor paused for a moment, and then his eyes revealed a hint of genuine regret: "It seems that our chat can only end here... I thought we could reach a consensus, what a pity."

Yu Xi.

The black-haired young man was very interested. He shrugged helplessly, stood up and was about to walk out.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped as if he remembered something. "Ah... there is one more trivial thing."

Just as Kono Seiji was about to gulp down his coffee, a question mark appeared on his head - what dangerous remarks did this person want to make?

"…Although your acting is not that good," Fyodor turned his head and showed a half-smile, "but I am still looking forward to seeing your other side."