The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

Leaving aside whether Kudo Shinichi traded his future lottery winnings of tens of millions of dollars for this chance of survival, in Mikhail's eyes, the matter of innocence is much more important than this high school student detective.

If an earthworm is cut into two pieces, it can re-grow into two new earthworms without any misfortune... Not to mention being cut into two pieces, according to the calculation of its cell activity, even if it is divided into 2000 yuan meat slices, as long as there is one piece of meat Once you are "free", you can "grow" a new Wu Mi.

To say something different: earthworms cannot consciously control themselves. For example, it is not necessary to restore both parts of themselves, only one of them needs to be restored—earthworms cannot do this.

But Wu Mi can control his own cells and choose his "favorite" piece of minced meat for resurrection.

"That is to say, if the organization that studies that drug has Wu Mi... core cells, Wu Mi can be resurrected from there?"

Forced to study a lot of "ghost physiology", He Hui finally understood what Mikhail was worried about.

"In theory, yes."

I don't know when the clenched fist is already covered with sweat.

If......Wu Mi's own cells are really revealed in places they don't know, then Wu Mi's resurrection will be a disaster for the world.

Even if a hundred years have passed, there are still many ghosts hiding in the darkness and lingering. Mikhail dare not assert that all the ghosts have been wiped out.

What's more, ghosts are transformed from human beings. In this era where people are everywhere, to the resurrected Wu Mi, he is like a mouse that slipped into the granary.

"Instead of worrying about what will happen after Wu Mi's resurrection, why don't you first find out how Wu Mi's cells leaked?" He Hui had lost interest in the meat in the vessel, and turned around to look at Mikhail Hui With blue pupils in the middle, "Those subordinates of yours... the hounds are your subordinates, right?"

After glancing at the military uniform of the same style as Jono Suehiro, Kazuki made a definition.

"It used to be."

After all, before the drug appeared, Mikhail had almost confirmed the tragic "destruction". In the contemporary era where ghosts are gradually decreasing, Mikhail thought he had completed his mission and took the initiative to hand over the power (Sirius) He gave it to the King of Gold, but he himself retreated behind the scenes, rarely appearing in front of the world.

So now the former leader of Sirius standing in front of Hehui is already a nominal position.

Although the power of the hound is inseparable from the technical support given by Mikhail, he does not have the authority to mobilize the hound and the army.

If you open your mouth to Dajue on Guochang Road, then

The old man will definitely hand over the authority to him temporarily for the sake of face, but...

The gray-haired first-generation Golden King looked at the chess game on the tatami, and slowly said: "I am no longer the Golden King, and all authority has been handed over to He Hui."

"Go see Hehui, Mikhail." He said to his friend.

"..." It seemed to be another troublesome matter.

If Wu Mi is really resurrected, wouldn't his game be "nothing new"?

It’s hard to go to Taisho to collect materials. If some people in the know play it, will they feel that their inspiration is taken from abnormal events in this world?

"Leave it to Shang... what do you think?"

The hands-free shopkeeper, who wanted to hand it over to his subordinates, saw Mikhail's open palm—his nails were slowly becoming sharper.

In fact, in Hehui's eyes, to say that Mikhail is like a ghost is definitely full of contradictions.

Compared to a flesh-eating ghost, the young man in front of him is more like... a wolf running in the snow.

Dots of blue light filled his eyes, the young man raised his head and looked directly into He Hui's eyes, "I want to sneak into that organization."

The King of Gold knows everything. However, given the pervasive intelligence of the Golden Clan in Japan, they have never been aware of the existence of this organization that studies Wumi cells. It is likely that the headquarters of this organization cannot be "seen" by the King of Gold. to the place.

—at least not in Japan.

"...undercover?"

Not to mention how to infiltrate, just think about it and you can guess that the person who can get the drug information is definitely a person with a high status in the organization. If you start from scratch as an undercover agent, will it be a bit slow?

Before He Hui could express his doubts, the appearance of the young man in front of him suddenly changed.

The height elongated, the body shape became wider, the short hair grew wildly from the ears to the waist, the blue in the eyes gradually faded, and even the shape of the face changed...

"Gin?"

He Hui remembered that the code name of the silver-haired man was Gin.

"Yes."

The voice was Mikhail's original voice, "I only had time to look at his facial information, but I haven't seen him face to face."

In other words, Mikhail didn't know the original sound of gin.

This is the most basic shape change of ghosts. Unlike He Hui's transformation technique, which only changes the appearance in sight, ghosts really change their original body into someone else's appearance, and even the smell can be exactly the same.

Ling Hehui instantly understood Mikhail's change - he wanted to replace Gin Jiu's identity, sneak into that organization, and pursue Wu Mi's cells.

"But it's not enough,

Even if Gin explained everything he knew, there would definitely be something left over. "

It is not an easy task to play another person.

"Mr. Hehui."

"Do you trust me?"

It is rare for He Hui to think of plans for others wholeheartedly, and he answered absent-mindedly: "Uh...huh?"

"Then, I'm going." Mikhail returned to his original appearance and left the basement wearing his military uniform.

"...Wait, it's not right for you to be fg!" He Hui chased after him, "What are you going to do?"

"Drink a glass of gin." In the end, only this sentence remained, and Mikhail straightened his body and disappeared in place.

Realizing that the other party didn't want to follow him, He Hui stopped in his tracks.

In this secret laboratory, He Hui obviously has authority. After all, after the person who opened the door left, the alarm did not sound at all.

The blond young man looked through the container and looked at the cabinet in the corner, "I'm the only one now, can't I change it?"

There was no movement.

"Then I'm leaving too, you can go out by yourself."

Long before entering, He Hui discovered that, apart from being nothing but a ghostly place, there was at least one...creature.

After knowing that ghosts also exist in modern times, He Hui doesn't use the word "human" to refer to the unknown.

And super intuitively think-the creatures behind that cabinet are probably ghosts.

Tata.

Ultra-light footsteps came from around the corner.

A small gray-haired head poked out, another familiar face.

"Father?"

He Hui: "..."

He Hui: "Oh, I'm tired."

......

"So! Hiroki-kun, I won't say anything, after all, he is so smart that he can't be kidnapped—but!"

Zhengyi, who was suddenly entrusted to be a nanny, pointed to the child brought back by Hehui. The child was holding on to the sleeve of the blond young man, with a look of dependence—obviously he had been fascinated, "Don't lie to others. Children of the family!"

The eardrums completely ignored Zhengyi's horrified face of "My roommate is actually a child abductor", He Hui pulled Lei towards him, "Okay, let me introduce, this is my (identified) son——Lei, now I'm tired of calling Minetsuin, age... how old are you?"

In the Meiji period, the tiredness encountered by Fen.shen was like this, and Hehui didn't know his age any further.

Coincidentally, I don't even know when I'm tired.

The gray-haired boy shook his head, and his eyes, which returned to normal human appearance, rarely showed doubts

.

Yes, how old are you?

Forget it, anyway, my father is here, so this little thing is not a big deal.

Lei also underwent plastic surgery. Although his hair color and skin color are too fair, which is different from ordinary people, but the impression brought about by the blood ghost technique on his skin - the red lines have disappeared. The sclera of the eyeball also returned to white.

"It's a big deal, isn't it?" Zhengyi seemed more excited than Hehui Bailan, "Raising a child requires breastfeeding and changing diapers...Although Mr. Lei seems to have passed that age, after elementary school and middle school University is a big problem!"

"What are you afraid of, we are not short of money."

"It's not about money, He Huisang!" The brown-red-haired young man couldn't help complaining, "So, whose family is this child?"

"You didn't listen to me well, Naoki's younger brother, I said he was my (identified) son, Mine Tsuin tired."

"Are you serious, He Huisang?"

Bai Lan, who doesn't think it's a big deal, interjected, "He Hui is 21 this year, and Mr. Lei looks like 6 or 7 years old. In Italy, you can get married at 14 years old. You can count on your age. .”

Zhengyi: (⊙︿⊙)

dumbfounded

"And, Xiaozheng, haven't you experienced that the time in other worlds is completely static for this world. If He Hui started a family there... maybe the current He Hui even has grandchildren in a certain world. With everything, a mere son is nothing."

Positive one: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

in shock

The blond youth smashed it with a "hallucination" brick marshmallow, "Take it and eat it, no thanks."

......

I don't know what method he used, but when He Hui saw Mikhail again, it was completely "gin".

Before the other party opened his mouth, it was even difficult for He Hui to tell whether he had been released or not.

"Mr. He Hui, I will disappear for a while, please leave me tired." Seeing Lei following He Hui, Mikhail knew that they had reached an agreement.

The silver-haired man glanced at the other black-clothed man whose memory had been washed away by the Fatime Institute, vodka—his partner,

"Give me a phone number, I will contact you from time to time."

To be honest, thinking that the silver-haired killer had Mikhail at his core, Hehui couldn't accept it. He took out his cell phone, "Then, exchange?"

Mikhail sorted out the information in his mind, "No, it is impossible to conceal the past few hours of my disappearance without flaws, and the next actions are likely to be monitored."

"So just tell me directly, and I will keep it in my mind."

Gin Jiu's mobile phone is definitely not available, and he can only communicate with the public phone when there are no outsiders.

......

"Then He Huisang, where do you want to take Tired to have fun?"

"Well, take it to the chamber of commerce."

Bringing back tiredness is the last day of the Chamber of Commerce's New Year's holiday, and the next day is a working day.

Then all members of the KK Chamber of Commerce knew that today-the boss brought his son to work!

The author has something to say: The real real kid is here!