[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

After the world war with the "Unit", Yokohama returned to peace on the surface, but in fact, it was still turbulent in secret.

Beneath this gorgeous city lies conspiracy, violence and bloodshed.

Under the night sky filled with brilliant lights, various forces are flocking to get everything they want. The rumored "book" is the bait to lure the hunters.

In the quiet alley, Fukuzawa Yukichi walked leisurely on the familiar path home. Vehicles sped by from time to time beside him, but his attention was attracted by something on the ground.

His eyes widened slightly and he lowered his body a little, "Blood?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi did not choose to avoid trouble, but followed the bloodstains and slowly walked from the main road into the alley.

He never stopped and turned into the alley.

The lights of the city gradually faded, and in the alleys where the lights could not reach, the surrounding environment gradually became quiet, with only the sound of his shoes stepping on the ground.

Very crisp, and very weird.

Until he stopped.

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned, and the blood suddenly stopped, as if it had stopped abruptly and disappeared into the alley.

"The blood trail stops here..." he muttered.

He squatted down and looked at the bloodstain carefully. His sensitive nerves had already noticed the appearance of other people in the alley, and a shadow was looming over him.

A mysterious man in a black robe and a white mask suddenly appeared, holding a huge scythe of death in his hand.

The scythe of death suddenly attacked from behind, but Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't even turn his head, but just pinched the blade with two fingertips.

"It's such a dangerous night." Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a light tone, then he directly grasped the huge sickle, used the blade as a support point, and threw the person behind him heavily in front of him.

But when the man's body was halfway through rotating, he suddenly turned to the other side in a strange posture, and then hovered on the ground elsewhere.

Fukuzawa Yukichi held the blade in his hand, and remained calm, as if he was not the one facing life and death just now. "You changed the direction in mid-air. The moves you used are really strange."

The man said, "Give the supernatural power death, and grant the supernatural power eternal rest in the soil."

Fukuzawa Yukichi casually threw the blade to the ground and looked up at the man in black robe.

The huge black robe covered most of the man's body, and the only part of his face that was exposed was covered by a mask, as if to hide some shameful identity.

"A killer of superpowers?" he asked, but in an affirmative tone.

"If I am not the only target of yours, I cannot let you go." Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression turned serious.

A hoarse voice came from under the white mask, "You can't hurt me at all if you can't attack me. No matter how strong a martial arts master is, he can't avoid attacks launched outside of his consciousness."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was still thinking about the meaning of his words, when the next second he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Fukuzawa Yukichi reacted quickly and turned around, but there was no one behind him in the deserted dead end.

"Did you notice the murderous intent?" The masked man said without any regret in his tone.

Because his purpose has been achieved.

"But this is enough. Death is inevitable everywhere. For example, guns, disease, loneliness, and... poison."

As the man finished speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi clearly felt that the tiny wound I touched began to hurt so much that it made his breathing difficult and he could no longer maintain his fighting strength.

The masked man looked at his miserable appearance with indifference. It was obvious that Fukuzawa Yukichi had lost his resistance, but he did not kill him. Instead, he walked away through the alley.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't want to let the masked man go, but the poison entered his body through the wound and was not enough to keep him conscious.

The prone figure finally couldn't hold on and fell down weakly.

Under the red moon, the masked man floated in the air, his wide black robe fluttering in the wind.

"The moonlight tonight is perfect for meeting God."

Yokohama is going to be in chaos again.

......

Xie Shuyi curled up on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in his hand and a bag of opened potato chips next to his mouth. When he wanted to eat something, he could just stick his tongue in and roll out a chip without even moving.

The detective-style door was pushed open forcefully, and Dun ran in anxiously, accompanied by his huge footsteps and his panicked voice.

"I heard that the president was attacked. Is this true?"

Kunikida frowned, his tone showing a rare irritation, "Yes, although his life was saved, he is in a coma due to unknown symptoms."

"What about Dr. Yosano and Koshuyi's abilities? Are they unable to cure Mr. President?"

Xie Shuyi sat up straight on the sofa and took the potato chips aside. "I can't heal the president's injury."

He stood up and stretched, "My ability can heal any clearly defined injuries caused by external factors. Since I can't remedy the president's condition, it's more like a curse or something...something random. Anyway, there's nothing I can do about it."

Dazai said leisurely, "Similar assassinations have occurred frequently in this area recently. The psychic was attacked at night in an empty place, and now there are dead people."

Xie Shuyi tilted his head, "What are the characteristics of the murderer?"

Dazai shook his head and spread his hands helplessly, "Now we only know that the murderer used an unknown supernatural power and wore a mask."

Kunikida crossed his hands and placed them under his forehead, his brows showing an unrelieved worry. "A masked assassin?"

Seeing the murderous intent hidden in Mr. Kunikida's words, Xie Shuyi rubbed his nose and said, "However, the murderer may have died before we set out."

"Oh?" Dazai's face clearly showed a smile when he heard it, and this rhetorical question seemed to be waiting for an explanation.

He could naturally expect what Jie Shuyi could think of, but Xiao Yijiang never liked to use his brain, and the fact that he could take the initiative to say these words showed that he had thought it over carefully.

It seems that the child has really grown up.

"With the superpower killers running rampant on the streets, we will definitely not be the organization that has the most headaches."

Dun was stunned for a moment, "You mean the Special Powers Agents Department?"

Xie Shuyi glanced at him with disdain, "In this city, it's the exact opposite. It's the Port Mafia."

Dazai tapped the table repeatedly and continued what Jie Shuyi said, "Carrying out assassination right under the nose of the Night Manager, the Port Mafia, is like someone waving a knife under their nose to provoke and insult the Port Mafia, the supernatural group."

Xie Shuyi ate a piece of potato chips and said vaguely, "Also, if there are victims among the port Mafia..."

Kunikida immediately understood what he meant, "They will destroy their prestige...?"

Kunikida's frown deepened, "But will they really act before there are casualties?"

"It's better to strike first." Xie Shuyi raised his chin and met the strange looks of several people. He stuffed another potato chip into his mouth and said, "Mr. Dazai told me that this is Mori Ogai's catchphrase."

Dazai gave an affirmative smile, and a different emotion appeared on his leisurely face, "They will definitely take action."

"Maybe now, they have found the murderer's hiding place."

When everyone in the detective agency dispersed, Xie Shuyi still sat obediently next to Mr. Dazai, and even stopped lying on the sofa, staring at Mr. Dazai without blinking.

"Xiao Yi-chan, it's hard for me not to suspect that you're in love with me, right?"