Squeak——
The door opened, and Tagore and Bing Xin walked in one after another, with smiles still on their faces.
Bing Xin didn't notice me, she just slowly looked through the morning's account book.
Tagore, on the other hand, found me as soon as he entered the room. He stood there, his face turning red visibly to the naked eye.
"Hello~" I greeted hoarsely.
The old man's beard stood up in anger this time.
"Miyuki, let me go and have a word with Mr. Tagore." I patted Miyuki on the shoulder and put the book back to its original position.
"Oh, okay." She raised her head and glanced at me in surprise.
I stood up and faced Tagore's angry eyes, feeling that I could hardly walk anymore.
"snort."
As he approached him, Tagore took a deep breath, picked up the coffee on the counter and started drinking it.
"Oh, that cup is mine... Xiao Siye, you're here to see Miyuki again," Bing Xin noticed me this time, and the wrinkles on her face showed warmth, "Do you still want milk?"
"Thank you, grandma! But Miyuki and I have already met. This time I am here to see Mr. Tagore." As I said that, I smiled kindly at Tagore.
"Good boy!"
Countless wonderful words flashed through Tagore's mouth, but in the end he chose the least lethal one.
I smiled secretly in my belly. Actually, this little old man was quite interesting.
My milk and Tagore's coffee were both served. After thanking Bing Xin, we both walked to the corner and smoked a book each.
What he took was "Zhang Shi" written by Cheng Li, and what I took was "The Collection of Flying Birds" by Anonymous.
The two people started chatting wordlessly.
"This book is not good to read." Tagore frowned.
"That's right. A casual third-rate author will not be able to impress an 'old friend'." I nodded obediently and flattered him.
"Old friend? Who is your old friend!" I was happy to hear that Tagore was a little nervous.
"I don't know, maybe he's an old friend from the seaside city..." I pressed my fingertips on the table, pretending to be casual, but my palms were already sweating.
Although it's unlikely, once this old man turns his back, I really can't afford to keep going.
As expected, Tagore's eyes tightened, but he controlled the strange emotion within a few seconds.
As expected of an old fritter! I applauded in my heart.
"Mafia's hands are so long." He took a sip of coffee.
"Haha." I laughed dryly, but I didn't expect that he still thinks that I am from Mafia to this day. There was nothing I could do, I had to let them take the blame.
"What does your leader think?" he asked.
"Mr. Mori wants us to cooperate and attack the detective agency." I lowered my waist and pretended to be mysterious.
"Huh? Why," Tagore's surprised expression didn't seem to be fake, "The target of the homing pigeon is you."
My smile froze, and I stared at Tagore's face in disbelief for a long time: "Me?"
"Yeah," he put the cup aside, the coffee in it had already bottomed out, "I thought Mafia had already figured out the details, but I didn't expect that they sent your kid to be cannon fodder."
"No..." I wanted to argue, but suddenly I realized that I was already at a disadvantage.
Things started to get out of control.
Who would have thought that Tagore’s next words would shock me even more.
"Go back, that adult's affairs are beyond your control... I have tried my best to protect you... for my pure Bai Yu."
I took a sip of milk to calm down my shock, and the hand holding the cup was already shaking slightly.
After calming down, I looked up at Tagore again, only to find that he was still calm and composed, as if we had not talked just now.
I suddenly felt like I was just a pawn.
But the chess piece is also worthy of burning the holder's hand, as long as he works hard enough.
Gathering up the courage, I prepared to ask one last question.
"Mr. Tagore, please tell me who is 'Kafka'? What is his role?"
"Kafka Asagiri," Tagore paused, seeming to be thinking about who he was, "the three souls living in the body of the mermaid are his works of art."
My eyes blurred, as if someone had hit me in the head.
"Okay, you can go back." Tagore raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "The rest...you don't need to know too much."
"I understand, thank you." I stood up, frowning.
"Of course someone will carry the burden for you. It's useless to worry about it." At the end of the day, he gave me a meaningful sentence.
"Ha!" I sneered, for no reason, just pretending to be strong.
Detective agency.
Dazai was obviously beaten by Kunikida, and his neck was a little red and swollen, but he didn't seem to care.
"Si Yejun, how about the matter I entrusted you with?" He said smoothly.
I turned around and saw Kunikida staring at us unblinkingly.
"Well," I sat next to Dazai and organized my words, "First, the target of the carrier pigeon is indeed me. Second, Rabindranath Tagore, the carrier pigeon, actually does not want the Boss to hurt me. Third, the full name of 'Kafka' is Chao Kafka, the founder of The Mermaid Affair."
"We already know the first and second points... As for the third point, this is very important information. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Si Ye."
Seeing that he knew many things clearly, I immediately lost interest. I just nodded and sat back in my seat.
"Mafia's boy!"
Untimely, what Tagore said to me suddenly echoed in my mind, "Mr. Dazai, what do you think of me going to Mafia?"
"What?!" The book in Dazai's hand hit him in the face. He sat up and looked at me in shock.
"Hasn't it been said before that I am from Mafia? Then why not follow the trend and let me find out."
"Ha," Dazai laughed, "I understand, go ahead."
Due to the conversation just now, both Dazai and I spoke very quietly, so only the two of us knew about this matter.
I can't help but feel happy, finally I know something that you don't know.
"Next," I sighed, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above my head, and said, "Watanabe Tsubasa will be missing for a while, and next is Kirihara Sawa's home court."
In fact, the plan I just made was purely a whim, and I didn’t think much about it at all. Even Dazai didn't explain much. He probably has pretty much dug up all the secrets about me.
Forget it, it's time for the best actor Si Ye to appear.
Port Mafia, prepare to meet your time-death.
I don’t know how Chuuya will react if he knows this. He will probably burst into tears with excitement...
Why!
But actually, when I calm down and think about it, my decision still makes sense.
First, the homing pigeons have long noticed that I am in the detective agency. If they really take any action against the detective agency, they will be in vain. This is a selfish thought.
Second, I work as an undercover agent in Mafia, and with Chuuya's support, I may be able to push Mafia to come up with a series of targets against the hidden enemy of homing pigeons.
Even worse, Mafia can also pretend to cooperate with homing pigeons to steal information more conveniently. But this method is more difficult and more dangerous.
Whatever, it's better than nothing.
