"I'm sorry, but the Literary Club hasn't been accepting outsiders lately." Nishinomiya Yueyu said sorry again, he looked at Sakaguchi Ango quite sincerely, leaned forward slightly, his elbows pressed against his thighs, and he didn't look at it at all, more like the one who was going to listen than talking. He whispered, "My staff just hate the paparazzi a little, and it's definitely not against you." ”

A woman beside Ango Sakaguchi, whom Nishinomiya had never seen, frowned slightly. She had light blue hair, stood straight with her hands behind her back, and her face was younger than most of the Secret Service members.

- Anyway, there was no one present, and Xigong Yueyu was young.

That's what she wondered.

This child, she should be able to call him a child, the above attaches too much importance to this child, and the relevant identity information is a high level of confidentiality, even exceeding some people with abnormal abilities. And she couldn't understand anything special.

Fukatsuki Tsujimura was deeply puzzled, but she didn't dare to say. It was a valuable experience to be able to follow Ango's seniors, and she still had a lot to learn.

"It's us who should be sorry. A few days ago, some members of our Secret Service were overly agitated and behaved out of the ordinary, and now they have been punished. ”

Ango Sakaguchi calmly stated. There is a perennial lack of exhaustion on his face, so much so that he looks a little restrained, and the first impression can give a mechanical indifference. However, on the contrary, he himself has a considerable abundance of emotions, even overdoing it.

Almost all normal people have the ability to empathize, but in certain situations of self-preservation, people will choose to escape the large amount of guilt caused by empathy - simply do not empathize, and be done in their own world.

Among the people that Nishinomiya Yueyu has come into contact with, Ango Sakaguchi is a rare human who has firmly maintained his empathy ability. He had heard Osamu Dazai talk about the origin of their friendship, and Nishinomiya felt that if he met such a person, he would probably also be interested in Ango Sakaguchi.

Xigong Yueyu admires this ability of empathy, even more than his ability to read the memory of objects.

"Well, I can't even remember it." Nishinomiya sat back a little, almost nestled in the sofa.

The room was dedicated to entertaining guests, but it wasn't very serious, and the staff stored their belongings here, and the corner fridge was stuffed with tea, coffee, ice cream and pudding desserts. In the fruit bowl on the table were a few apples, the skin was slightly wrinkled, and there were small bags of snacks that I didn't know who had left.

The door was not closed tightly, Xigong Yueyu glanced at it, and immediately someone pushed the door open, and pinched the tone of the hospitality in a fake way: "Please use it slowly, please forgive me for being inconsiderate~"

Xigong Yueyu was almost choked to death by her own saliva.

In the past two years, Takehara Sanxia has grown a little beard in order to make his image more stable, and he has tried to speak calmly, but at this time, it suddenly became a yin and yang weird clip sound, and the tone is really terrible.

Two cups of low-quality instant coffee were served as a lasting-off gift from an employee shopping at the supermarket, probably the most unpalatable thing he could find in a short period of time.

Bright and unwelcome.

Of course, Fukatsuki Tsujimura noticed this, she was almost beaten with a broom, and now she was pretending to serve inferior drinks, and it was the first time she felt this kind of difficulty, which was somewhat infuriating.

Xigong Yueyu also felt that this was too difficult, not neat at all, and the first time she saw it, she should close her eyes and directly "invite" people out.

I'm definitely going to have to train on this next time.

"I didn't think it through, and I didn't tell them in advance that the Psychic Secret Service would be visiting." His eyes were extremely sincere, he didn't seem to know that his subordinates were making trouble, "I was visiting a friend in the hospital yesterday, and my mental state was very poor, and I felt that important things were not suitable for talking about on the phone, so I hung up the phone." I didn't expect the Extraordinary Agents Section to be so urgent, and it came this morning. ”

Yesterday afternoon, I vented my emotions too much at one time, and before the evening, Xigong Yueyu was so tired that she curled up on the hospital bed. He was in a daze, and as a result, the Extraordinary Agents called him again.

He may have said a few words, or he may not have said anything, just a perfunctory "uh-huh", and then threw the phone into the quilt.

It's important for the Psychic Secret Service to rest.

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned: "Hospital? ”

"Friend in ICU."

“……”

Some things, just describing reality, make people feel the oncoming pressure.

"Good work, Yueyu-kun." Ango Sakaguchi's lips moved slightly, "What happened last time may have made you misunderstand the Abilities Secret Service Section. Now that the situation is critical, we have reason to suspect that this incident will affect you. ”

Fukatsuki Tsujimura also spoke: "The purpose of our trip is to protect you. ”

"Protection?"

"Yes. The Majin Fyodor has his eye on you, and the former AFIA cadre Osamu Dazai is now ......"

Xigong Yueyu thought to himself that fortunately he had emptied his emotions yesterday and could now face all jokes equally, otherwise he would really close his eyes and start testing the parabola of human beings under gravity.

"Protection." He bit the word and read it again, a strange rhyme with a mockery, "Is it the Psychic Secret Service that protects me?" ”

"Of course." Tsujimura Fukatsuki was extremely firm, "I will protect your safety 24 hours a day until the demon is arrested." ”

Nishinomiya smiled a little weakly, at this naïve idealist.

He stretched out his hand, scooped up an apple, and moved his fingertips against the wrinkled epidermis: "I'm just an ordinary high school student with no special abilities, and the special agent department can't help but value me too much." What should I call you? ”

"Fukatsuki Tsujimura."

"Miss Tsujimura, I'm sorry for you."

"Eh......" Fukatsuki Tsujimura was stunned for three seconds, and involuntarily raised her voice, "Eh, you agreed." ”

"I didn't say no."

Fukatsuki Tsujimura: ......

This person is obviously full of rejection and disgust!

"Dazai-kun's current situation, I can't rest assured." Xigong Yueyu sighed.

"I don't think he's working with Majin. On the contrary, I think that Dazai-kun is now being held hostage by the Majin Fyodor and Shibusawa Ryuhiko. ”

"Hijacking?"

"Yes." He lowered his eyes, his blue eyes filled with heavy worry, "Dazai-kun is so weak, pitiful and helpless, how can he beat the Russian Maozi and Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who has the ability of a dragon." I also tried to contact him, but Dazai-kun's condition was obviously very poor, and I seriously suspected that the other two were being tortured. ”

Ango Sakaguchi's expression gradually collapsed, and for a moment the whole brain seemed to be emptied: "Uh......"

Xigong Yueyu has already clicked on the mobile phone to record.

In sporadic fragments.

It seems, indeed, like tortured forbearance.

But.

But.

That's Osamu Dazai.

"Isn't he a former AFIA cadre? How can it be held hostage. Fukatsuki Tsujimura remained skeptical.

"It's a simple question."

Xigong Yueyu took a bite of the apple in his hand, although it was a little lacking in moisture and did not look good, but it tasted sweeter.

"Just as you can use Dazai-kun to hold me hostage, isn't it normal for someone to use me to hold Dazai-kun hostage?"