Chapter 44

Akutagawa's arrival brought an immediate effect. The man, who had originally wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge, broke out in a cold sweat and quickly signed the document.

He didn't dare to curse anymore, and didn't dare to say a word as he looked at the gate that was horribly damaged by the explosion. Okubo dragged his short and fat body like a potato mine, bowing and nodding with a smile on his face.

Kono Seira put the documents away in a sealed bag and gave him a polite smile: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Okubo."

The sweat on the man's face almost dripped to the ground when he heard him say that. He laughed dryly and said, "Happy, very happy."

When he reached the central hall of the museum, Kono Seiryoshi stopped and took a closer look at the highest hanging cabinet. It was a weird abstract portrait of a person, with a hollow and precise geometric shape and one eye looking down at everyone.

Okubo's eyes lit up, thinking he had found a chance to save it. He rushed over to him and said, "Mr. Kono, you have a good eye. I spent a lot of money to ship this from Russia last month."

As he spoke, he made a suggestive gesture with his hands, pretending to be reluctant to give up something: "I hope you will not bear grudges against me. How about I give you this painting as a prize for business?"

“…No need.” Kono Seiryoshi looked at the one-eyed figure in the painting for a moment, then looked away and smiled faintly, “Just a suggestion, if it’s a fake, don’t put it in such a conspicuous place.”

He didn't care about the man who was dumbfounded after hearing this, and turned around and left the art gallery.

Akutagawa came to see him because it was on his way. He spent fifteen minutes to clear the target of the mission. He heard that Kono Seira was in a nearby art museum to discuss business. Akutagawa was silent for fifteen seconds between going directly back to the headquarters and turning around to pick him up. In the end, he chose to let other subordinates go back first, and he surrounded the art museum alone.

Kono Seiryo looked at the black-haired boy standing behind him with a still cold expression, tilted his head and said, "Your method today was very gentle. Are you tired from the mission?"

Wenrou said that Akutagawa did not destroy the entire hall but only broke a door. The museum was so moved that it almost cried when it heard it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's gaze, which was directed straight ahead, shifted slightly, and he corrected himself in a flat voice, "The mission is simple." So it's not tiring.

I just feel that if I continue to destroy things in my previous way, the person in front of me will most likely not be able to escape, Akutagawa thought expressionlessly.

As they entered the port mafia headquarters building one after another, they met unexpected people in the lobby.

The woman in a half-colored red spider lily kimono was sipping tea as gracefully as a painting. She noticed someone coming in and smiled warmly as if she had been waiting for a long time. "You came back much earlier than I expected. It seems that the transaction went smoothly."

"It's Akutagawa's credit." Kono Seira slightly curled his lips and didn't elaborate.

He nodded slightly to the red-haired woman sitting at the table: "Red Leaf cadre."

Ozaki Kouyo, one of the five top leaders of the Port Mafia, is a woman with a quiet and beautiful appearance, but she is in charge of the most brutal and bloody torture team. No one would look down on her because of her appearance.

"Oh, that's really strange. Didn't Akutagawa destroy the building?" Ozaki Kouyo put down the teacup, noticed Akutagawa's awkward reaction, and had a teasing smile in her eyes.

After teasing him for a while, she said slowly, "Thank you for your hard work, Akutagawa. The Black Lizard people are still waiting for you in the conference room."

This means to send people away.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of the clothes of the person next to him passing by him silently.

He suddenly tightened his hands under his sleeves, said "yes" after a few seconds of silence, turned around and walked away.

Kono Seira slowly sat down opposite Ozaki Momiji and poured himself a cup of tea.

"There's a difficult prisoner. The interrogation team has tried every possible means to pry him open for half a month, but they still can't." Ozaki Kouyo pressed her temples in a headache. "But the information is very urgent, so we can't really kill him."

Kono Seiji knew it in his heart, and he would not torture anyone, so it was clear that Ozaki Koyo's intention in saying this to him was very clear.

So he said sympathetically: "If you don't mind, I can give it a try."

He agreed so straightforwardly that Ozaki Koyo felt a little helpless and ashamed, but it would be too hypocritical to continue to refuse.

"Thank you, Mu." She calmed herself down and nodded with a smile, the emotion in her eyes genuine.

The figure of the boy in front of her vaguely overlapped with a certain person in her memory. Ozaki Kouyo's thoughts inevitably became hazy for a moment, and her tone became slightly regretful: "Come to think of it, Dazai used to do this kind of work."

They did not deliberately lower their voices when talking, and the area around them was not a secret room. Not far away in the corridor stood a row of people in black suits, and even behind Ozaki Kouyo were two members of the interrogation team.

After the forbidden name was uttered, the atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point. Everyone present broke out in a cold sweat. They didn't want to hear this secret that could cost their lives at all and they wished they could cut off their ears on the spot.

Ever since cadre Dazai Osamu abandoned his mission and disappeared without a trace a year ago, he was soon considered a defector and included in the Mafia's internal wanted list. This caused an uproar in the inside world, and even the intelligence dealers kept it a secret, and no one dared to discuss the matter openly.

In the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, Gongye Shengliang seemed unaware. He put the tea back in its place, stood up and said with a smile: "Then I'll go first."

Fortunately, the red-haired cadre had no intention of recalling the past. She was only slightly sad for a while before she regained the calmness and dignity of a Mafia backbone.

After watching the boy leave, Ozaki Koyo's smile slowly faded and turned into a sigh.

Before Dazai Osamu defected, she did not have much interaction with Kono Seira, and she heard the name more from Nakahara Chuuya, who was her direct subordinate at the time.

The blue eyes of the auburn-haired boy lit up slightly when he mentioned him, and his tone was filled with nervousness that he himself was not aware of. Ozaki Koyo wanted to make a few jokes, but was afraid of making the boy embarrassed, so he patiently listened to his muttering.

——Sounds like a gentle child.

This was her first impression of Seiryoshi Kono.

And now...it seems like something has changed, yet it also seems like nothing has changed.

Whether actively or passively, she watched everything happen with acquiescence and even gave a gentle push.

Ozaki Kouyo glanced at the untouched sip of tea across from her, and tasted the bitter taste of late adultery between her lips.

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After using his special abilities to obtain the necessary information, Kono Seiryoshi returned home calmly.

He found that his ability was really willful and interesting - as long as the hostage was awake, there was a chance of getting information out of him, so the first thing he did after arriving at the interrogation room was to stun the hostage. The right amount of drugs could temporarily interrupt a person's consciousness, allowing an unconscious person to use their mouths to gesture out information, thus meeting the prerequisite for the ability to be activated.

This is the one that Kono Seiryoshi picked out from a bunch of candidate plans that wastes the least energy. Unless it is an extreme situation or he is asked to do so, he basically will not use his supernatural powers. The last time he was willful for himself was when the sea of ​​flowers bloomed on a winter night.

Originally he wanted to play it safe and take advantage of the situation, but unexpectedly, three days later, Kono Seiryoshi got another chance to test his supernatural powers.

He was standing in an armory that had long been emptied. Sunlight shone through the cracks in the door, and he could clearly see the fine dust floating in the air.

And the dark red eyes opposite him with a weird smile.

There were two mission locations. Kono Seira and Akutagawa went to the one with a higher probability first, only to find that the smuggled weapons had already been moved out. Akutagawa and his men immediately rushed to the other side, but for some reason he did not go with them and decided to say hello to his foreign friends hiding in the shadows.

The foreign friend who came from afar had an elegant smile, but the words he said were not very pleasant.

"It's a pity that you didn't die on the Zhonghui's ship," Fyodor nodded his chin, as if thinking of something wonderful, with a hint of interest in his eyes, "I'd also like to see what would happen to the things inside if the container was broken."

Gong Ye Shengliang's expression did not change, "I'm sorry that you are disappointed in the result."

"Don't be so demeaning. At least you showed me a good farce."

Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, then recovered to normal in an instant, and asked with a smile as if he was greeting an old friend: "Have you learned how to use this power? Do you need my guidance?"

"Guidance..." Gongye Shengliang thought for a moment, then politely declined, "No, the tuition you want is too expensive, and I don't have several lives to waste."

"That's a pity." Fyodor shrugged his shoulders and lowered his eyes with regret, but the smile on his lips became deeper.

"It's fun chatting with you," he stood up leisurely, "Next time -"

"Since it's fun."

Kouno Seiryo smiled and interrupted him, "Why don't we get a room and chat for a while?"

“…”

Fyodor's smile faded a little. "You are so enthusiastic, Kouno-kun."

Before he finished speaking, a team of operatives capable of destroying a special forces unit quickly surrounded the empty armory.

Facing the black hole-like muzzle, Fyodor raised his hands softly without any resistance.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who realized that he had been tricked several times, felt extremely depressed. He seemed to want to vent all his anger on Fyodor, and summoned Rashomon with murderous intent.

Just as the black beast with its sharp teeth bared was about to bite the black-haired young man's fragile neck, a faint voice called out to him.

"Stop first, Ryunosuke, be careful of his powers."

Kono Seiryoshi slowly walked up to Fyodor, who winked at him innocently.

Fyodor doesn't look strong, and the probability that his ability is physical enhancement is very low. Is it a psychic ability? Or is it a special type like Dazai?

After thinking for a while, Kono Seiryoshi chose the safest way. He took off the bracelet that covered half of the back of his right hand and stretched out his hand to his foreign friend: "Come with me."

This is a worldline he created, and his supernatural powers are waiting to be activated, so no matter how dangerous Fyodor's abilities are, he cannot be killed.

Fyodor's smile faded, and his dark eyes stared coldly at his hand, which could be broken with just a little force. It was unknown what he was thinking.

Kono Seiryoshi did not urge him and continued to do what he was doing.

After a long silence, a sudden muffled laugh escaped from the black-haired young man's throat. The laughter echoed in the empty warehouse, which was actually a bit creepy.

The pale, thin hand slowly approached, then tentatively grasped and clenched.

Fyodor's slightly long black hair was a little messy, and the smile in his dark red eyes floated like deep and shallow waves.

"Okay, I'll go back with you."