1novels Chapter 73
Chapter 73
'Om'
Ango Sakaguchi's cell phone rang.
He stretched out his hand to tell the subordinate who reported the current disappearance to shut up first, and connected the phone. There was a woman on the other end of the phone.
"Tell your subordinates not to touch my sunny doll."
Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback: "You are?"
"Sarina, you called me from the Son of God."
Selina reported herself to her family, and she had a few sunny dolls hanging on her fingers. She hung one on a tree by the side of the road: "I put ten, but six were picked. If you have so many people, go find the anomaly. What are you staring at me for?"
She threatened sinisterly: "If you touch my things again, I will kill them all and make them into puppets."
The sunny dolls that were used to monitor abnormalities were all destroyed. The key point was that she still couldn't find who did it, and she was so annoying.
Ango Sakaguchi felt aggrieved inexplicably: "Well, Miss Sarina, except for the murderers of your organization, we didn't send anyone to monitor you."
The conscience of heaven and earth, since Yu Shengyu Zhi signed the contract, he has realized the freedom to pet cats. No one cares about cat petting in front of the office building of the special agent department.
"It wasn't you?" Selina frowned, and glanced at the direction of the people following in the dark: "It's not you, which organization in Yokohama has the ability to follow me five minutes after I appeared on the street."
Ango Sakaguchi's first reaction was the port mafia.
But it shouldn't be them.
Mori Ogai advocates the best solution, and his policy towards the mysterious organization has always been to follow the fate and not to provoke, and he will not engage in that kind of thankless provocation.
He tentatively said, "Why don't you grab one and ask?"
"But I'm not good at torture." Selina on the other end really thought about it seriously: "If I accidentally kill someone, will I be treated the same as a murderer?"
Although she stays at home, she still wants to go out for a walk occasionally.
"...Try not to kill him." Sakaguchi Ango held his forehead: "How about we send someone there?"
"Are you here to torture me?" Selina was thinking: "Yes, but I may not be able to catch it. I'm not very good at physical skills."
Worse than Yu Sheng Yu Zhi, the bottom one.
It's a little harder to catch the stalker.
On the other end of the phone, her voice suddenly paused, and her tone suddenly became sharp: "Who are you?"
There was a gunshot and a woman's muffled groan from the other end of the phone.
Ango Sakaguchi stood up and raised his voice: "Miss Sarina?"
'beep...'
The phone was hung up.
Ango Sakaguchi frantically replayed it, only to find that the phone had been turned off, so he had no choice but to contact Yu Sheng Yu Zhi and explain the situation. After suspecting that Sarina might be kidnapped, Yu Sheng Yu Zhi said in a very confused tone: "Selina is A person with supernatural powers of the space system."
No matter how powerful the kidnapper is, can he catch her out of the supernatural space?
Ango Sakaguchi: ...
I almost forgot that you organized the per capita space department.
"However, that guy's physical skills are quite poor. If he makes a sneak attack, he can really hurt her." Yu Shengyu groaned: "I'll contact her."
A few seconds later: "She's fine, but the group who kidnapped her will be fine. Are you going to collect the body?"
Ango Sakaguchi was silent for two seconds: "Please give me the address, Mr. Yu Sheng."
When did the Supernatural Secret Service become an organization that protects the lives and rights of criminals?
An extremely common abandoned warehouse in Yokohama.
There was an unpleasant smell of dust and rust in the air, and old boxes covered in dust were piled up in the corner.
Three or two big men were piled up into mountains, howling in pain.
The one who restrained them was a blond boy wearing a one-piece lab coat. He was tall and abnormally white, but when he looked closely, he could see a very heavy sense of disobedience on the boy.
It wasn't human, but obviously, a doll made of ceramics with hair woven from flax.
Selina was leaning against the wall, playing with a lady's cigarette with her fingertips. It was not lit. She just liked the smell of tobacco, but she didn't know how to smoke it. She looked at the boy with a hint of nostalgia in her blue eyes: "How long have you been?" Haven't been out, Zon."
The boy named Zon can't speak. He is a pure ceramic doll. It hurts to hit someone, but he is also very fragile. There is already a long crack in the arm used to exert force. It seems that the next second will break.
But looking at his eyes, there is no sense of beauty at all, the bloodshot pupils are full of extreme fear, and there is a clear separation from the neat movements of the doll's body.
"It's really troublesome." Selina got up, and her slender high heels made a rattling sound in the abandoned warehouse: "I grabbed one at random, and it turned out to be you, and I will have to repair it later."
She complained, drawn out: "It's been a while since I've made an old china doll."
Zon is considered to be a member of the same batch as the dean who lived in her supernatural space, and his identity is probably a fellow mouse in the research institute, but Zon has much more research value than her.
Hmm...probably one of those guinea pigs who help kidnappers watch over new abducted children.
Sarina still hasn't figured out what Zon was bragging about back then.
"Now." Selina narrowed her eyes, as if by magic, the cigarette on her fingertips ignited spontaneously, and curls of white gas filled her face, blurring her face: "Shall I torture you?"
Selina stepped on the kidnapper who was beaten into a pig's head by Zorn, and nodded her lips with the knuckles holding the cigarette with some disgust: "I'm not good at torture. Fortunately, there are three of you."
In the next second, she pointed the lit cigarette at the person on top and pressed it down.
Howling like a pig was heard in the warehouse.
Standing on the side, responsible for holding them down, Zon's body was already broken, but because of the struggle, his arm fell off and broke into several pieces on the ground.
When Ango Sakaguchi arrived with his people, Selina was bending over to pick up large pieces of ceramics, as if a ceramic doll had been broken there.
"Miss Sarina." Ango Sakaguchi looked around and found that there was no blood on the ground. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he found...
It was true that there was no blood, and the ground was clean except for the ceramic shards, and there was no one there.
Where is the kidnapper?
"Run away." Selina straightened up, and in front of Ango Sakaguchi, disappeared the ceramic shards, with sincerity written all over her face: "The kidnapper escaped."
Yusheng Yuzhi's two sentences, "Sarina is a space-type supernatural being" and "the kidnapper will have something to do" are still echoing in Sakaguchi Ango's mind.
He forced a smile, and resisted the desire to complain: "Really, Miss Selina, as long as you are fine, we will arrange for someone to find the kidnapper immediately."
Selina blinked: "Don't look for it, they kidnapped me because an unknown intelligence organization provided them with information about our organization and wanted to blackmail me."
Ango Sakaguchi took a deep breath, and his eyes under the glasses were filled with confusion: "The kidnapper ran away, how did you get the information, Miss Sarina?"
"Ah." Selina seemed to have just realized it, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's because... they escaped anyway."
She nodded seriously: "I'm not good at physical skills, and I'm not good at torture, but I just got the information, good luck."
Selina looked like what are you going to do with me.
[Prestige mission: 65]
Ango Sakaguchi held his forehead, what he could do was to accommodate Sarina.
There was not even blood foam on the ground, and there was no monitoring for several miles around here. Selina was still the one who was kidnapped.
Even the best lawyers could not convict her.
"Speaking of it." Selina tilted her head, her tone confused: "Who took my sunny doll?"
"Sunny baby?" Sakaguchi Ango asked.
"That's it." Selina showed a sunny doll with a white round head and a square scarf body in her palm. She didn't hide the meaning of her spatial abilities at all: "The doll that can be used to monitor abnormalities has been taken away several times. One, the positioning has been destroyed."
Sarina threw one of the dolls to Ango Sakaguchi: "I tortured... When I talked to the kidnappers, none of them had seen my doll."
Ango Sakaguchi took the doll: "Did you get any information from them?"
Selina nodded, and opened her mouth to tell the whole story about the three kidnappers.
As Sakaguchi Ango was remembering, he felt exhausted in his heart.
Good one is not good at torture.
This even asked about the person's ancestral home, family address, and organization affiliation.
"The above is my report on this mission." Otonashi Xianle put his hands behind his back and looked directly at Mori Ogai who was sitting in the leader's seat.
Mori Ogai, who had been resting his hands on his chin, changed his posture: "Thank you, Otonashi-kun, you are really outstanding."
"Boss." Otonashi String Music interrupted Mori Ogai's next compliment very indifferently: "Did you promise me a vacation?"
Don't draw cakes, come to something real.
"Hey." Mori Ogai sighed: "Otonashi-kun's character is really distressing."
He stretched out his hand, took out a copy from the document in front of him, and pushed it to the desk: "Otonashi-kun, look at this."
Yin Wuxian Yue thought it was something like a false note, but it turned out to be a printed version of his short composition.
Yin Wuxian Yue fell silent when he saw the small composition full of yin and yang and strangeness between the lines, and then decisively made it up: "I sent it wrong, this is a joke for my friends."
Mori Ogai was not used to him, he said in a surprised tone: "Otonashi-kun actually used honorific terms for friends."
"I'm more polite." Yin Wuxian replied calmly.
In the end, after a bit of wrangling, the holiday without music and strings was shortened from one week to four days.
Four days, very good, accounted for the bulk, not three days.
No Strings had nothing to clean up in Port Mafia, just got dressed and went home.
On the way, he saw Akutagawa Ryunosuke with Izumi Kyoka again. He must have just returned from the training ground. Izumi Kyoka's clothes were a little messed up, and her face was also dirty.
But still that unpopular look.
Those blue eyes should not be such a color.
As usual, Otonashi said hello to Akutagawa Ryunosuke and left, but this time, when he passed by Izumi Kyoka, he accidentally touched her cuff.
Yin Wuxian Yue said sorry in a low voice, and then left without any regrets.
Izumi Kyoka trembled, and followed Ryunosuke Akutagawa without saying a word, holding something tightly with the hand under the wide cuff.
Back at the place where the safe house was, Yin Wuxian was just about to tell the system to open the key to the safe house in the subspace as usual, but was reminded by the system that someone had entered the room that was used as a cover for the subspace, and that person was in the room .
He paused, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door of the house that he had never opened a few times.
The door lock was picked.
As soon as the room is entered, it is tidy but lively. It can be seen that the owner is a person who loves life. There are books on the bookshelf, a few potted flowers on the window sill, and even the fruit plate on the table. Someone took a handful of melon seeds. imprint.
In fact, Yinwu Xianle had never been to this house at all, and all of this was pretended by Suzumiya who was not allowed to enter the safe house, but did not give up, and wandered around every now and then.
He looked at the uninvited guest sitting on the sofa, and clicked his tongue in displeasure.
That person didn't understand Yin Wu's stringed music's disapproval at all, and waved his hand cheerfully: "Yin Wu Jun."
He pointed to a red plastic bag on the table and rattled it, revealing the appearance of the gift inside: "This is a gift I brought you."