Chapter 058 Councillor Mori
"Oda, you seem to be very busy recently. Please take care not to overwork yourself."
The curry shop owner greeted them and said that he had been helping to take care of the five children adopted by Oda Sakunosuke. In his opinion, he and Oda were already good friends.
Oda Sakunosuke, who had come back from time to time to see the children recently, kept declining until today when he came to the curry restaurant.
At first I thought something serious had happened, but I felt relieved when I saw that he had a bowl of spicy curry as usual.
Oda Sakunosuke only responded vaguely after hearing what the boss said. He finished his last bite and said to the boss seriously, "Boss, Yokohama is not peaceful these days. I want to send you and the children to a safe place."
Oda Sakunosuke was indeed busy these days. Because of Dazai's words, he didn't contact that book friend much until the other party contacted him again.
He confessed that he had investigated Oda Sakunosuke and told him that illegal organizations had recently entered Yokohama and asked him and his family to be more careful.
There was not much more to say. The other party was very sensible and it seemed like it was just a friendly reminder.
After Oda Sakunosuke told Dazai Osamu, the boy stood there in silence for a long time, and finally raised his head and said: "Oda Sakunosuke, please move the children you adopted to a safe place first."
Dazai Osamu attached great importance to this. He was the one who established the Hong Kong/Triad intelligence network, so he naturally knew which places were safe enough.
Oda Sakunosuke didn't care about those boundaries. The children were of course more important, so he accepted Dazai Osamu's kindness.
However, he saw the state of Dazai Osamu, a young man who had always been calm and composed and played with the world with his absolute ability to manipulate people's hearts. He rarely felt that Dazai Osamu was difficult to deal with. He was in a hurry recently and no one knew what he was investigating.
Even he could do very little to help the other party, and most people in the world could not keep up with and understand Dazai Osamu's behavior.
To be honest, he is not a smart guy. Without violating principles, he still needs friends who can help him.
Oda Sakunosuke helped take the children and the boss to the place arranged by Dazai Osamu, watched them settle down, and gave them some instructions before leaving.
He looked up at the sky which was already darkening, and for some reason he began to feel uneasy. The sky looked a little strange, was it going to rain?
Because of his supernatural powers, he always trusted his intuition and just quickened his pace.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, he didn't even notice that he bumped into someone, and he quickly grabbed the other person when he was about to fall to the ground.
"Ah, come on! What if I break the glasses the president gave me, you idiot!" The boy who was hit said angrily, rubbing his head and looking up at Oda Sakunosuke.
Oda Sakunosuke apologized sincerely, but the boy ignored him. He just looked him up and down and even took out his glasses to look at him again.
The other person's gaze after opening his eyes was like a medical machine scanning, but he had become accustomed to this feeling after being with Dazai.
"I'm not like that guy." Edogawa Ranpo yelled, wanting to lose his temper but then he stopped as if he remembered something and patted Oda's shoulder.
Ranpo Edogawa looked at the man in front of him who was completely tricked by the perverted uncle, but he still didn't say anything. After all, the other party wouldn't lose anything.
"Forget it, I'm Detective, so let's not worry about my real name. You'd better bring some Japanese sweets when you come to report." Edogawa Ranpo said finally, turned around and ran away.
Oda Sakunosuke didn't have the mind to think about what the other person was thinking, but when he was about to reach Hong Kong/Heilongjiang, he stopped and looked up at the sky.
Yokohama, it's foggy.
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"Ah - it's really a bit boring." Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, wearing a white suit, sat elegantly on a chair, looking at another gem that appeared on the side.
On the small Western-style table there was black tea and cake, as well as a basket of red gems, each of which embodied the splendor of life.
Chidori sat opposite him. He had also changed into a white suit, but it looked more like a replica of his original clothes. He was drinking tea with his head down.
He just chuckled and soothed her, "Before reaching climax, there is always a need for some boring transition. Patient waiting will yield more delicious fruits."
Shibuzawa Ryuhiko snorted, lifted his long hair and twisted it with his fingers, and asked in a calm voice: "Where is your superpower?"
"Alice doesn't dare to appear in your mist. She doesn't like this kind of weather." Chidori replied with a smile and lowered her eyes.
This reason was just a perfunctory one. Shibuzawa Ryuhiko had seen with his own eyes that Alice had no reaction in his mist.
Alice is definitely doing something for Moriole, but there are so many things that a psychic can do.
Now that the other party said this, it made him even more curious. If it was to get back his own superpowers, it would be fine, but his superpowers didn't work at all.
How this was done was something he had never seen before.
He agreed to help Mori Ouwai with this big move, also because he was tempted by various conditions and was interested in it.
However, even now, the other party still has not told him the complete plan, but just said that he wants to let Yokohama's organization see how powerful he is so that his proposal can be implemented smoothly.
Maybe there is such a purpose, but it is definitely not the whole story. However, he doesn't mind. After all, even he has his own little thoughts.
With layers of plans mixed in with some small moves, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko was very curious about what the other party would do.
He looked at the person opposite him. The steam rising from the black tea made Moriou's face blurry. His purple-red eyes, which had always been warm, made it difficult to tell the emotion. Instead, they gave people a feeling of being unapproachable and cold.
Clearly he is so close, the warmth of his palm is in my memory, yet he feels so far away, and nothing can really get close to him.
The other party is obviously very aware of his own situation and is even happy to use this method to blur his own image.
After all, mystery and the unknown are often a source of fear and curiosity.
"What can you get from this fog?" Shibuzawa Ryuhiko still asked. He was really curious about the opponent's chess game from the benefits he gained.
Chidori put down the teacup and just looked at the other person tenderly. He spoke softly like a helpless elder, without making any requests, and really began to explain to the other person.
Shibuzawa Ryuhiko instantly became alert. He never believed in such things as pie in the sky.
Chidori stopped and asked patiently, "So, Shibuzawa-kun, do you still want to listen?"
"...Listen." He was not completely without any backup plan. Of course he had made some preparations.
The gentle man raised his hand and put a piece of sugar in the black tea. As he did so, he explained slowly, "Black tea needs hot water to stimulate its aroma and flavor. Your ability is the hot water that falls into Yokohama."
He looked at the increasing number of supernatural gems without any emotion in his eyes. He just continued, "After the bubbles are opened, impurities will emerge, and those enemies that shouldn't exist will become conspicuous. I just want to get rid of them and gain something at the same time."
Mimic will not only appear in front of Hong Kong/Triads, the upper echelons and the special agent department will also discover this difficult organization.
He doesn't need a superpower license, but the profits that can be exchanged for a superpower license are huge. He doesn't know how much he can get just by selling it to Hong Kong/black gangs.
Just like the people above didn't recognize the importance of superpowers during the Battle of Changan Island, now those idiots above don't recognize the importance of the proposal he put forward.
Because of the failure of the war, Neon fell into a long period of civil unrest and supernatural chaos, and this time he only used Mimic and a certain person to make the people above recognize his value.
"Adding sugar cubes adds flavor, but too much will ruin the taste of the tea itself," Chidori continued, watching the sugar cube melt. "So Yokohama doesn't need too many forces and people who will ruin the plan. Appropriate reduction is necessary."
Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Oda Sakunosuke, and even another self are all people he wants to reduce.
When the [Double Black] got involved, they were exposed to the world's sight. Whether it was the nullified supernatural power or the wild god, they were all people who could stir up big waves.
Once exposed, can the Hong Kong/Black people without superpower licenses protect them?
When they get there, whether actively or passively, only he can protect them.
But these are the most ideal outcomes, and he will try his best to turn the situation into what he wants.
But as expected, whether it is the other self, Dazai Osamu, or Shibuzawa Ryuhiko in front of him, they are all people who can change the situation countless times.
Finally, Chidori picked up the teacup. His posture was graceful and he lowered his eyes to sip the black tea in the cup.
The rich, honey-sweet aroma of black tea spread, making him squint comfortably. This was his favorite taste.
"Although it's not the most traditional way to brew black tea, I think it's the most suitable one. You can also try it." He tilted his head and chuckled as he recommended it, but didn't continue.
——This is not the best or most gentle method for Yokohama. It may even be a plan to destroy the balance of Yokohama.
But he didn't care, because he thought this was the best solution for Yokohama and the proposal he was going to implement.
Of course, the risk is huge. If the fog doesn't end the way he wants, Chidori will probably be brought to court for trial.
Just like when he was court-martialed, he became discarded garbage, but now, even if he knew, he still wouldn't change his mind.
Shibozawa Ryuhiko looked at the other party. He also did not continue asking questions. He kept thinking and reviewing in his mind, and made inferences based on the information to come up with the most appropriate method.
He could no longer guarantee that he would be able to escape safely, and when he released the fog, he was unknowingly dragged into the water.
Tsk, it seems that we still have to cooperate with that troublesome Russian. He will definitely betray us.
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When Oda Sakunosuke noticed the fog, he felt something was wrong, and he was thinking of his children.
He didn't even have time to be surprised by the sudden appearance of another self. After defeating the opponent with his superb skills, he ran back.
He pushed open the door and a strong smell of blood spread. After seeing the bloody scene in front of him, he seemed to die in an instant.
His body was numb, he could no longer feel any emotions, only his soul was collapsing in pain. He screamed as he looked at the cruel scene in front of him.
A blood-stained pistol fell to the ground. It was a model he had seen before - [Black Ghost]
The young man picked up the murderous gun, looked at the careful mark on the map, and held the weapon tightly in silence and grief.
The young man in the black windbreaker ran breathlessly, with a rare look of fear on his face, as if he was trying to chase something.
Dazai Osamu is indeed very capable, as he can support the intelligence network of an organization by himself, but he is too young, and with his wisdom and intelligence, he can move freely in this world.
It's just like Chidori said, young people are easily blinded by all kinds of existence, and almost everyone will fall hard.
Of course Chidori knows what he can know, and Chidori will naturally help him see what he doesn't want to see.
The black-haired, purple-eyed man raised his eyes and smiled. Hot water was poured into the cup, bringing out its mellow aroma. He tilted his head slightly, as if he saw the man in pain and despair.
It seems that there is no need to add sugar anymore. The aroma of this cup of black tea has been completely stimulated. Maybe it will become more delicious if you wait for a while?