There must be something wrong with my krypton game

Kanda Chuanyu's worries are not entirely groundless.

The main reason is - the ability war finally failed completely.

Not long after the "explosion" of the research institute, news came from overseas. On the surface, the heads of state signed the armistice agreement. In fact, there is a high probability that it is the end of the war on the surface and the beginning of the war behind the scenes.

In addition, the social turmoil brought about by people with different abilities has not been resolved. With the end of the war, a large number of people with different abilities will return to Japan. This kind of chaos may intensify. Similarly, Europe is probably not much better. .

In other words, the chances of Rimbaud and Verlaine being recalled to Europe have greatly increased.

If the order of the organization really came, how would they choose?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was full, "Don't worry, Mr. Rimbaud will not fight with Mr. Verlaine..."

Kanda Chuanyu didn't believe it at all, "How do you know!"

"...Me." Zhongyuan Zhong also choked, and stuffed two pills into his mouth with his backhand, "Anyway, I just know!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was also aggressive at first, but his heart softened when he saw a big one huddling around the table, drinking water and taking medicine. He snorted and said vaguely, "Anyway, don't worry."

"Compared to this—" He knocked Kandagawa Yu on the head with a medicine box, "Why do you have a fever again, this is the first time this month! How many times!?"

Kandagawa Yu raised his head: "...Woo."

I don't know if it's his illusion, but Nakahara Chuya seems to be very irritable recently.

The last time he stayed up late playing games, he was fined to stand for two hours, the last time he forgot to take medicine and caused pneumonia, the child gave him a bad face for three days, and by the way, he made broccoli for three days, and the last time ...

why?

Is it puberty?

Kandagawa Yu rubbed his head, put the plate into the sink, the phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts.

It's a message from Verlaine.

【I won't go back this week, I have something to settle with Rimbaud】

He hasn't returned yet, another one came.

【Don't tell Zhong Ye】

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Nakahara Chuya asked him, "What's wrong?"

Kandagawa Yuu froze, and quickly put away the phone.

"No, nothing!!"

Yu Kandagawa was like a bolt from the blue.

——This is definitely, definitely a divorce crisis!

Kandagawa Yu found an excuse to go back to the room, closed the door and locked it, leaned against the door, and texted Verlaine.

【What's up?Do you need help? 】

【Why can't you tell Chuya? 】

[Won't it hurt?If you have any questions, you must tell me...]

He sent a lot of babble, and after 10 minutes, the other side only replied with two words.

【fine】

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

I believe you big head ghost.

Kandagawa Yu put down the phone, let out a long breath, and fell into deep thought.

This is a moment of life and death for the family.

He must act!

Half an hour later, the door of the room was opened.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard the voice and looked over, seeing a complete set of pure black - black long windbreaker, black Martin boots, black sunglasses and black gloves.

Just, cool, cool, big guy.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for two seconds, "...what are you going to do?"

Kandagawa Yu lifted up the sunglasses domineeringly, met the child's suspicious gaze - then put them back with a guilty conscience, to be honest.

"Go to the commercial street at the station to buy cakes."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Buy a cake and dress like this?

The first step in saving a family is the family itself.

The child glanced at him, reached out and began to undress him.

Kanda Chuanyu: "Hey, sunglasses! Gloves! Woohoo, Chuya, cold..."

It took half an hour to carefully select the cool appearance, and 10 minutes later, he returned to the white fluffy from top to bottom, wearing a hat, and two ears pricked up on the top of his head.

Kandagawa Yu rested his chin on the coral fleece pillow, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and muttered softly.

"When did you buy this dress..."

He pulled the dog's tail behind his butt to the front and hugged it, tilted his head, "Is this a white fox?" Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed twice, "No."

Kandagawa Yuu: "What is that?"

Central Plains Chuya: "Samoyed."

Kanda Chuanyou looked up at him pitifully, "Chuya, you actually think I'm a dog!"

It’s okay to be a protected wild animal, why is it a dog!

"...less nonsense."

Zhong Yuanzhong also dragged him back to the room by the back collar, threw him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and exerted gravity.

"Anyway, until the fever subsides, you stay here for me!"

The door of the room slammed shut, and Nakahara took two steps, then stopped again.

Was the tone of what he said just now too heavy...

And being pressed, it will be uncomfortable to sleep.

He went back to the room and turned around twice, picked up the exercise book and wrote two pages, put it down again, turned around the door twice, turned around the living room twice, poured himself a cup of hot water absent-mindedly—— Turn back to the door of Yu Kandagawa's room.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for two seconds, and gently opened the door.

People seem to have fallen asleep.

The fluffy hat covered half of the young man's face, and the two ears on the top rose and fell with his breathing. Zhong Yuanzhong also liked to buy white things for him, especially the fluffy and soft ones, which would crowd people in the middle , I feel that it matches his temperament very well.

It was obviously a big one, but it looked like a soft white dumpling.

Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously held his breath, walked in gently, sat cross-legged on the carpet under the bed, and used gravity to float himself up, so he didn't make a sound.

He propped his cheek with one hand and stared at the sleeping young man's side face.

After a while, he sighed, touched the edge of the quilt with his fingers, let go of the gravity, and left the room.

Really, like a child.

The moment the door closed, Yu Kandagawa on the bed opened his eyes.

He took out a pair of sunglasses from under the pillow, sat up slowly from the bed, took them off and put them on.

yeah.

Cool resurrection!

He quickly took off his pajamas, put on the pillow, put on his hat, and stuffed it under the quilt.

He turned his gaze to the window of the room, secretly thankful.

Fortunately, I chose a room on the first floor.

Kandagawa Yu has always believed that professional matters should be resolved by professional people.

Therefore, he should find a cook for cooking, and housekeeping for housework. If he wants to investigate something, he will immediately contact the detective agency.

But, right now they don't have professional detectives to use.

Kanda Chuanyu: Then cultivate one now.

In the alley very close to the harbour, there stood a row of old brick and tile buildings. The smoke filled the room, and it was uncomfortable to choke without entering the door.

Few people know that this unremarkable two-story building is a professional killer agency.

Today, the president of the killer agency ushered in a special employer.

The white-haired young man was wearing a long light gray windbreaker and black Martin boots. His back was straight and his heels hit the floor, shaking the floor with every step he took. He walked aggressively to the table and said in a deep voice.

"I need the right guy."

The president subconsciously moved back three points.

He trembled, "You... what do you want?"

Kanda Chuanyou paused, and said, "You need to be skilled, have keen observation skills, be careful, and have strong reasoning skills... By the way, you can't be too good-looking, or you will be easily discovered."

"...Wait." He suddenly reacted.

"Have all the people you introduced have killed people?"

President: "..."

Nonsense, we are killer intermediaries.

"Hey." Kanda Chuanyu showed a hesitant expression, "That's not good..."

He propped his hands on the desk, pulled off his sunglasses, looked into the man's eyes, and spoke confidently.

"I said - don't you have killers who don't kill people?"

President: ...?

President: "Send off guests!!!"

The current illegal organization is too unprofessional.

On the side of the road, Kanda Chuanyou, who was thrown out of the intermediary, took off his sunglasses, feeling aggrieved, "Since he has killed people for money, can't even the little wish of the money owner be satisfied?"

He turned on his phone and checked the information he had queried before.

"Let me see, the next one... Hey, it's nearby."

Kandagawa Yu looked in the direction that the information said, but saw a "No Entry" sign dangling on the ground, the window above it was wide open and seemed to be broken, and there were blood stains on the road.

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Is this place really okay?

However, this is the game world.

Kandagawa reminded himself.

The rules here are different from those in reality.

Maybe people just like to start a company at a murder scene?

After all, it is a killer intermediary.

How did you say that sentence?The most dangerous place is the safest place!

Kandagawa Yuu pulled off the tape and walked into the building, got in under the signboard of "SK Business Co., Ltd.", and took the elevator to the president's office.

Before opening the door, I heard a loud sound of something hitting the wall from inside.

He immediately opened the door. There were four people in the room, two of them wrestled together, one of them was wrapped in a sack, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was holding a gun.

Although it was impossible, his intuition made him make an immediate judgment.

The man is going to shoot.

He was going to shoot the people behind him with his hands tied behind his back in a sack—and he was sure to hit.

Kandagawa Yuu's pupils shrank, and he rushed forward in two steps, hitting his wrist with the gun with his elbow.

He yelled, "Stop—!"

"boom--"

The sound of gunfire and the sound of guns falling rang out at the same time.

The author has something to say: Fumino's timeline is a bit confusing, here is the plot of the detective agency setting up a secret language, right when Odasaku hadn't met Natsume-sensei at this time...