"From recent patrols, I found that the homing pigeons are consciously encroaching on the detective agency's land and power, and have some impact on the detective agency's trust. I don't know what means they use, but some people already believe that, then The reason why the crowd went out of control at the Japanese concert has something to do with us."
"Furthermore, I don't know if you still remember, Si Ye, but you asked me why the detective agency did not intervene when the harassment activities of homing pigeons were so frequent. Well, let me tell you now, the detective agency has always wanted to go Management intention, but based on the information I have collected over a long period of time, we cannot interfere with their actions under any circumstances without sufficient preparation and opportunity."
"Why?" I asked in surprise.
"Si Ye, because it is an organization established in China. If we don't handle it well, it may lead to the persecution of the detective agency by China's official supernatural organization. This result is too bad, no one wants to see it Arrived."
"What about Yokohama's special powers department? Don't they take care of it?"
"Yeah, look, that's the problem," Dazai coughed and cleared his throat, "Because the carrier has the shell of a novel company, it can openly enter Yokohama to work. But what about us? The supernatural organization is We have a very dazzling label, not to mention that we have no shell and no legitimate reason. No matter where we go, we will be supervised by supernatural organizations everywhere, Si Yejun."
"So you plan to use this method to paralyze the enemy, capture his henchmen, get some useful information, and defeat the homing pigeons in one fell swoop?"
"You can say that," Dazai smiled, so haggardly that I couldn't help but start searching for white hair on his head, "Will you believe me?"
I was silent, not expecting him to ask this.
Why can't this man with such an absolute mind fail to guess such a simple thing?
"If I don't believe you, who can I believe?" I smiled, showing my eight white teeth, and looked at Dazai with a smile.
Dazai was stunned, his fingertips trembling slightly.
"Yes, we are partners..."
This is the most meaningful conclusion that Dazai came to after half an hour of conversation.
...
One month later.
I could get out of bed and walk around the detective agency in my oversized hospital gown.
"La la la, I'm a little butterfly." I flapped my arms and felt the fresh air pouring into my sleeves.
Although it will hurt my wound, I don't care.
"You didn't tell me that this poison would harm your IQ, Dr. Yosano!" Tanizaki joked from the side.
"Please, you haven't allowed me to move after lying down for so long?" I complained.
"You can move around, but please behave like a human being."
"Hey! Hit me~"
I jumped on Tanizaki and struggled with him.
But before the battle could heat up, I groaned and covered my wound. Kunikida on the side was already prepared. He stepped forward, pulled me up and threw me on the sofa.
There was a duang sound from the sofa, which made me laugh again.
"Hey~ Such a lovely lady, why does she have to have fangs!" Dazai walked out of the interrogation room, stretched out, with blood stains on his arms.
I stopped smiling and exchanged glances with the others with a frown.
For the past month, Dazai has been interrogating Mariko, trying to get some useful information out of her, but to no avail.
I actually believe in Dazai's interrogation ability from the bottom of my heart. After all, this man is the youngest mafia cadre ever. But judging from the current results, not only us, but perhaps even him has doubts about his abilities.
I stood up and wanted to take a look at Mariko in the interrogation room.
"Be careful, Siye-kun~beauties can bite too~" Dazai reminded.
"Don't worry." I replied.
The door of the interrogation room is the only one in the detective agency that does not make any noise when opened. I guess it is to keep the person being interrogated in an extremely tense environment at all times, thereby breaking his psychological defenses.
But this obviously doesn't work for some people with particularly strong psychological qualities.
In this way, I appeared in front of Mariko quietly, staring at her quietly, trying not to miss any clues.
Using her beast-like intuition, Mariko quickly noticed me and raised her head to meet my gaze. The look in her eyes was unusually calm, like a precursor to a wild beast's attack. I was so helpless that I was frightened.
"I'm not sure why you insist on this matter so much." In the end, I spoke first.
"Why, do you know what it is?" She raised her eyebrows and asked.
"I don't know." I sat on the stool in front of her and talked to her face to face.
"I find the people in your detective agency are quite interesting."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"Don't fight with me here, haha. If you want to interrogate anything, hurry up. Anyway, your accomplice has basically used all the tricks he should use. I guess you and I have nothing new."
"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to know how you bit him." I folded my hands behind my head, leisurely.
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"The people in your detective agency are really more perverted than the last."
After hearing this, I laughed a few times and said nothing, thinking that I was still ten years behind them in terms of perversion.
After that, I had nothing to say, so I just sat there dryly, staring at her intently.
Later, when I had nothing to do, I simply rolled up my sleeves, thrust my fair arms in front of Mariko, and said, "Come on, Miss Mariko, let me see how you bite him."
Mariko looked up in shock, and our eyes met for a long time. Maybe she had been holding back a lot of breath in the past month, so she didn't hesitate much. The corners of her mouth hung up, and her whole face was distorted like a slime.
I observed in surprise that for a moment I forgot to retract my arm.
Her face was distorted and turned into a fish head glowing with aqua blue light. There are sharp teeth intertwined in the fish's head, as big as small daggers.
Her tongue flicked out, splashing the mucus in her mouth onto my body.
I vomited for a while, and then I remembered to retract my arm. But her attack still came too fast, and my arm was still scratched with a medium-deep blood mark.
I recalled that the wound on Dazai's arm was similar.
Wait, that’s about the same?
I took a few steps back, away from Mariko's attack range.
Originally, I thought that the reason why her head turned like this was due to her superpower, but if that were the case, the superpower should have disappeared the moment her teeth came into contact with Dazai.
I stared at her severely deformed head, and a crazy conclusion came to my mind.
Mariko Koike is a real fish.
