In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

A tea house in Yokohama.

Yu Shengyu Zhizhi was sitting on the tatami mat, with a smile on his face, his demeanor and demeanor were all in everyone's style. Opposite him, sat a bald man in a gray kimono.

It is the highest officer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Taneda Shanhuotou.

Taneda Shanhuo took the document sent by Ango Sakaguchi behind him, and pushed it on the table: "This is the contract drawn up by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, take a look."

Yu Shengyuzhi took it: "The seventh is not acceptable. The murderer's chaos is his own business. The organization's attitude has always been very clear. If you catch you as you please, the organization will not interfere."

"Number 14 doesn't work either. If you find out information about the members of the organization, record it. If you can't find out, it's because of your own incompetence. Anyway, the members of the organization never cover up, and put everything on the surface."

"There is also No. 17. The organization does not accept any form of recruitment or assistance. It is just a temporary cooperation that the adults are looking for to save us trouble."

"No. 20, if you want to study abnormal items and abnormal abilities in private, the organization will ignore the bitter fruit." Yusheng Yuzhi continued to speak under the shock of Ango Sakaguchi.

There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, and there was misty sarcasm in his blue eyes: "Abnormal items will evolve over time, and the same goes for people with abnormal abilities. They can only be killed by members of the organization."

"Murderer, it seems that a few days ago, I intercepted an anomaly from your hands."

This is to warn them to investigate suspected abnormal items privately and conduct recovery research.

Yu Shengyu Zhi smiled lightly: "In order to break through your defense line, he has spent a lot of effort."

It is really troublesome to be able to recycle within ten meters of abnormal objects.

Zhongtian Shanhuo was startled, and his face was calm: "The main reason is that your organization suddenly appeared, and its members caused a lot of trouble, so it's hard for the higher-ups to feel at ease."

"That has nothing to do with me." Yu Shengyuzhi looked arrogant, with his eyes high above his head: "The will of the members of the organization will always follow the will of the adults."

If one day the adults are suddenly tired and don't want to be the savior for nothing...

Yu Shengyuzhi smiled so much that people couldn't figure out his true mood: "Don't kill yourself."

"I said, to investigate something, do we need so many people?" Funagawa Asaka looked at the one, two, three, four in the computer room. In short, all the members of the detective agency except the president were present, helplessly helped her forehead: "There is Dazai It's fine now."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was dragged by Osamu Dazai to watch the fun, had a face full of tears: "I want to go too."

But Mr. Dazai said that he could learn a lot from Ms. Asaka, so he asked him to stay and observe.

Tanizaki Junichiro, who was left by Tanizaki Naomi with the excuse of "wanting to see my brother crying and throwing himself into Naomi's arms in fear", nodded in agreement.

"Allah." Naomi Gu Qi was a little hurt, the tear mole at the corner of her eye was mouth-watering and even more charming: "Don't you want to stay with me, brother?"

"Of course I want to, but Naomi, this hinders Asaka-san's work... ah~"

Kunikida Doppo ignored the siblings, with a very reliable look: "Dazai is so unreliable, of course I want to stay."

Kenji Miyazawa sat cross-legged on the ground with a naive expression on his face: "Because Ms. Asaka said she would summon ghosts, I want to see the difference between the ghosts in big cities and those in our village."

"So are there really ghosts in this world?" The timid Nakajima shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Miss Qianxiang said that she is going to summon ghosts, isn't she joking?"

Edogawa Ranpo sat in the front row, eating potato chips very calmly, and did not join the bickering team.

Osamu Dazai, who was chosen as the first escort because of the nullification ability, was sitting calmly at the computer desk and logged into the dark/net.

"Aboard."

"There is a live broadcast room for torture/killing on the homepage, just click in." Funagawa Asaka said helplessly, and did not drive away the crowd.

Osamu Dazai nodded and swiped the mouse. With his normal face, he flicked across a bunch of live broadcast rooms with appalling titles. His kite-colored eyes reflected the light of the computer, and soon reached the bottom.

"There is no live broadcast room."

Funagawa Asaka was surprised: "Impossible."

Could it be that there are too many people who have logged into the dark/net, and the 'Ghost Story' is too weak to kill?

But isn't he able to manipulate corpses?

Osamu Dazai, a genius of logic, put forward his opinion by the way: "Is this office too bright and has no atmosphere?"

Funagawa Asaka thought about the environment of the main body in the port mafia computer room, and felt that what Osamu Dazai said made sense.

Osamu Dazai refreshed the network and re-entered Dark/Net. After 2 minutes, he put down the mouse and said that he still couldn't find it.

Funagawa Asaka didn't believe in evil, took off her glasses, stared at the interface for a while, and said to Osamu Dazai, "I'll open it."

[Vests are more attractive to people with abnormal abilities than ordinary people and people with abilities]

She sat down at the computer desk and refreshed the web page.

This time, everyone clearly saw that the homepage of the dark/net had the words 'abuse/kill live broadcast' clearly displayed.

"Ghosts also discriminate against sex?" Osamu Dazai was depressed: "Or is it discrimination by abilities?"

Ranpo Edogawa, who guessed the truth, took a mouthful of potato chips and said nothing.

Funagawa Asaka didn't answer, and clicked in.

The computer screen froze for a few seconds as usual, making harsh electronic noises, and then, a projection of their room appeared.

Black smoke rose from the ground.

Miyazawa Kenji, who was sitting there, moved to the side to make way for the black smoke.

Everyone looked curiously at the smoke with its own special effects, including Atsushi Nakajima and Junichiro Tanizaki who were terrified just now.

Although this dim room, the live broadcast room with the words 'torture/kill live broadcast' reflected their backs, and the black smoke rising out of nowhere from the ground, it was quite terrifying.

But, to emphasize, 'they'.

We all know that all fear stems from lack of firepower.

This monster is only a little shorter than the attacking Yin Wuxianle. It is estimated that it was not very old before it died. It was still a boy in school, but it lost its memory and reason when it was alive. instruction.

Then, facing the curious eyes of a group of people, holding a kitchen knife, they froze.

Port Mafia Intelligence Computer Room.

Central Plains also threw a monster emitting black smoke to the wall. The monster was hit by gravity, and the black smoke dissipated and fell onto the pile of corpses piled up under the wall.

"Are you still here?" Yin Wuxian sat at the computer desk, looking at the pile of corpses with some pity.

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the weapon brought by the monster this time, manipulated the gravity, cleaned up the blood on it, and then threw it into the sack at the door: "Come."

Idle is idle.

Anyway, after selling the method of catching 'dark/net ghost stories' to the Supernatural Secret Service, the Supernatural Secret Service issued a reward, and a dead body was worth a lot of money.

There are also tools that come with these monsters, and selling scraps is enough to make a fortune.

Supernatural space.

Selina clicked the mouse depressedly. In order to meet the requirements for entering the live broadcast room, she deliberately turned off the lights. As a result, the live broadcast room could not be opened at all.

Is this reasonable?

She is a vest that is extremely attractive to people with abnormal abilities!

Selina slammed the mouse and gritted her teeth.

She just wants to get a monster to study, is this too much?

Oda Sakunosuke was a little puzzled, but he sat on the bed obediently, watching Selina get angry.

"Oda." Serena raised her head seriously: "Go to the Armed Detective Agency and help me find out what's going on."

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for two seconds: "Now?"

"Ah."

Oda Sakunosuke could only nod his head: "After reading, how do I get back?"

"I'll pick you up in three days." After refreshing again to no avail, Selina gave up completely. She dropped the mouse, snapped her fingers, and the power space lit up: "At that time, the puppet was about the same. It's done."

After sending off Oda Sakunosuke, Selina stood up, picked up a towel from the table, walked to the cabinet, brushed her hair, and muttered: "I have been tossing about this thing all morning, and I forgot to clean it up for you guys." body."

In the blue eyes, there is a tenderness and love that is so boring.

"My babies..."

She spoke softly, sang unexplained ditties, moved between the windows, wiped the faces of the dolls with closed eyes, and moved so softly that she seemed to be treating lovers like porcelain.

Until, she stopped in front of the most central and most luxurious wooden cabinet.

This is the entire power space, the only cabinet that is not made of glass and does not see light.

Selina had a sickly smile on her face. She murmured as she closed the delicately carved cabinet door with bare hands, revealing the doll inside.

The half-human tall male/doll opened light brown eyes, whether glass or silicone, but they were full of horror.

This is a wooden doll, the workmanship is a bit rough, but it can be seen that a lot of thought has been spent.

It was wearing a torn white onesie that had been cut off at the knees, just enough to cover the doll's half-human height, and in many places on the clothes, there were clots of dark brown blood.

Selina bent her lips and smiled like a flower: "Did you pray well today, my dear Mr. President."

The puppet's mouth couldn't be opened and closed at all, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only look at Selina with pleading and terrified eyes.

No matter what the puppet said or wanted to say, Selina just shook her head slightly: "It seems that you are still a bad boy."

She held on to the wooden cabinet door with one hand, and under the desperate eyes of the doll, she closed the cabinet and let the cabinet return to darkness.

The last ray of light disappears.

There was a knocking sound of 'dong dong' from the cabinet, like the struggle of a fish landing on the shore before dying.

When Oda Sakunosuke arrived at the Armed Detective Agency, a car was parked downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency. Miyazawa Kenji leaked his head from the window from time to time, throwing down a long yellow body bag.

Kunikida Doppo leaned against the door on the first floor, grasping the notebook in his hand to settle the accounts, calculating the blood stain cleaning fee left by these corpses, the entrustment fee of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and how many fewer people would die in Yokohama City.

"You're back, Oda, Dazai is upstairs." Kunikida Doppo glanced at Oda Sakunosuke, and said in surprise, "Why are you..."

Look better?

The current Oda Sakunosuke stood there, no different from the glowing beautiful boy who came out of the comics.

and many more.

Kunikida Doppo's horrifying discovery.

Oda Sakunosuke is really shining!

"Miss Sarina accidentally spilled the bag of sequins in my materials." Oda Sakunosuke raised his arms, rolled up the clothes, and wiped the glistening skin: "She said to give I will make one, but it will take three days."

Dross.

Ah no, it's sequins.

Kunikida Doppo nodded dully, subconsciously arranged: "Then you stay at the detective agency first."

I was busy with the calculations and didn't pay attention to it just now, but when I looked carefully, Oda Sakunosuke was a little dazzling.