Guidelines for Improper Use of Magical Peripherals

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Chapter 195 Please Follow Me

It has been a month and a half since the "Sancai Group Sky Park Incident". People have gradually forgotten the island wreckage that fell into the sea like raindrops that day.

It is almost the end of the year, and people who have worked hard for a year are beginning to look forward to the arrival of the last week of the New Year holiday.

Yokohama is still calm today.

The Port Mafia did not spend too much effort to find out who the bastard who inexplicably broke into their territory that day was.

However, before they could launch a retaliation against [Phantom Weapon], the latter's death was reported.

"[Huanwu] died in the sky park? And he died together with [Ghost Kirin], the current leader of the Psychological Freedom Society? This is really...unpredictable..." Mori Ogai listened to his subordinate's report, thought for a moment and showed regret, "What a pity, I wanted to tell that guy that if he wanted to come and play next time, he could actually take the elevator directly."

"You are always so tolerant and generous to these rude people, leader." Nakahara Chuuya, who stood with his hands behind his back, sincerely praised his boss. In fact, he also thought so.

"Oh, you are too kind, Chuuya."

Mori Ogai pretended to be very humble, but when dealing with a dead person, it is better to be tolerant than to be mean, right?

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Not to mention that even the Port Mafia is looking forward to the subtle atmosphere of the New Year, today's Armed Detective Agency is still busy.

The closer it is to the end of the year, the more stupid news there is, and everyone seems to be working hard to achieve results.

The Armed Detective Agency received more and more commissions. Although many of them were not particularly dangerous, Kunikida Doppo did not want to disappoint the trust of the citizens, so he worked overtime for two weeks in a row.

So tired...

Why was he so tired?

It was because his only partner skipped work again!

When he realized this problem, the blond young man who came out to investigate a suspected case of his husband's affair was still so angry that he clenched the Montblanc pen in his hand.

This time, the pen did not break.

So what was Dazai Osamu doing at this moment?

"I can read palms, beautiful lady. Just let me take a look, and I can see your health, your life span... and even your luck in love in this life!"

"Wow, you are amazing, Dazai-kun!"

The black-haired young man sitting in the heated cafe was still wearing the sand-colored windbreaker that was a little thin in this weather, and was trying to hook up with a strange beautiful girl with great energy.