My Bungo system is a little different

A man named Sakunosuke Oda was driving a car on the road leading to the outskirts of Yokohama.

About half an hour ago, his friend Dazai called him, saying that he had pried out the clues of the mimic and the possible location of Ango from the captives, and hoped that he could go there.

Osamu Dazai was asked by Mori to formulate strategies for Mimic and serve as the frontline commander, while Oda received the mission of the Silver Oracle and the search for the missing Ango Sakaguchi a little earlier.

Immediately afterwards, the ambiguous connection between Ango and mimic also surfaced.

Obviously, two nights ago, the three of them were still drinking together, teasing themselves that their ranks in the port mafia were so different that they had no work communication, but now they were wrapped in the same fog at the same time.

It will not be a coincidence.

Oda Sakunosuke's intuition told him so.

Even though the code to the armory and the ID of the gray ghost recovered from Ango's residence point to Ango being a traitor to the port mafia that mimics it, Oda doesn't believe that answer.

It is true that Ango concealed the incident between him and Dazai, but not this one.

He thought subconsciously, and then parked the car on the last mountain road that was open to traffic.

The abandoned weather observatory is not too far ahead.

Oda walked along the weedy path, his eyes swept over the ground from time to time.

Judging from the pattern and number of shoe prints on the soil and the weeds, fallen and broken branches on the ground nearby, it is true that many people have been haunted here recently, and they seem to be well-trained soldiers.

Corresponds to the characteristics of mimic.

Some of the shoe prints on the ground are very new, probably left today. Some of them are facing the meteorological observatory and some are facing the opposite direction. However, the number is not consistent, and the reverse direction is less, which means that it is possible that they are now in the building. There are still enemies left, the number is unknown.

Oda Sakunosuke slowed down his pace, and moved forward as concealed as possible to avoid the observation of possible mimic members—even if it is an abandoned meteorological observatory, there is still an excellent observation position.

It was almost dusk now, and the white walls of the building in front of me were orange in the last sunlight, and if it took a while longer, they would probably turn into blood.

It is completely invisible from the outside that there is light passing through the interior of the building, but the sun has not sunk yet, so it is not unreasonable not to turn on the lights.

But Oda Sakunosuke still felt a little strange.

As the distance between him and the observation gradually shortened, a sense of foreboding crept up his spine.

It's too quiet around here.It is the level where all sounds are absorbed by the trees.

Even at this distance, why can't I hear the sound of human activities in the building?

Even if it is said that the outer walls of the observatory have some sound insulation, the walls with exposed steel bars should not have much effect.

Oda pulled out his pistol from behind, and quietly entered the meteorological observation station through a crack in the wall, and made a covert observation for the first time——

The floor was covered with marks from combat boots, just like the ones outside.

However, even though he stretched out his head to look around, and even walked in and circled around, he didn't see any figure.

The bad feeling became more and more serious, and Oda Sakunosuke felt as if he had missed something.

Just when Oda was thinking about whether to go up to the second or third floor to have a look, he heard a very subtle sound coming from somewhere in the building, which made him instinctively alert to the enemy who didn't know where it was.

However, after only a few seconds, his superpower "Tian Yi Seamless" showed in his mind the explosive flames and air waves, as well as the flying building debris.

Like every time, Oda Sakunosuke believed in his supernatural ability, he almost immediately turned around and rushed out of the weather observatory to avoid the explosion 6 seconds later.

Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think about anything, and the loud noise of the explosion caught up to his ears almost as soon as he managed to escape.

The heat and loud noise of the explosion took Oda a while to recover from blurred vision and tinnitus.

Until this time, he had the ability to recall the soft sound he heard before the explosion.

The sound was not so much the sound of footsteps as it was—

The sound of wooden chairs dragging on the ground.

For a few minutes, Oda Sakunosuke couldn't understand what this meant, as if someone who hadn't done math problems for a long time saw a multi-digit multiplication and suddenly his brain short-circuited.

But as his brain reluctantly revealed a possibility to him, the man standing next to the burning building felt for a moment that he was in an ice cellar.

The possibility that I kept thinking about on the way here.

If Ango is not an undercover agent sent by mimic to the port mafia, but on the contrary, an undercover agent sent by port mafia to mimic.

If Ango hadn't completed the task and absconded and disappeared, then the task assigned to him by the leader of Mori was actually to find Ango who was kidnapped by mimic.

kidnapping.The sound of chairs dragging.explode.

Why there seems to be only one person in the mimic base pointed to in the clue.

Why did the enemy blow up here.

Oda Sakunosuke wanted to stop thinking about all this, and wanted to reject that cruel possibility.

He even hoped from the bottom of his heart that Ango was a traitor and an undercover agent.

However, a moment later, Dazai's subordinates who came from the port mafia saw a man with red copper hair standing on fire with an expression as if he had been stabbed several times. In front of the collapsed meteorological observatory, there was a cry like crying.

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Burning pain all over the body.Even on the eyelids.

Can't move.

The hands and feet seemed to be fixed by something, and the joints could not be bent.

and many more……

Can't bend your joints?

He remembered that he was supposed to be tied to a chair, probably because his joints couldn't be stretched.

Speaking of explosions, it’s too annoying. My body feels like a steak that has been dried out with gravy, and my throat and lungs hurt like hell when I breathe!

Speaking of being injured to such an extent by the explosion, he should be able to rest for a while——

Sakaguchi Ango forcibly opened his eyes, ignoring the painful skin.

What caught his eyes was complete darkness, and the surrounding area was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

After a few minutes of unknowingly panicking in the dark, Ango Sakaguchi calmed down by taking deep breaths and the pain caused by deep breathing.

The end of the memory he has is that he was found by mimic to be an undercover agent, tied to a chair, and placed in the abandoned weather observatory helplessly waiting for the bomb to explode.

And he didn't even know how long it would take for the bomb to detonate, so he could only hope in fear that no matter whether it was the Supernatural Secret Service or the Port Mafia, they could rush to save people before it exploded.

However, no one arrived until the heat wave swept over and he passed out.

But since he was still alive, it seemed that someone arrived immediately afterwards and rescued him.

Given that his limbs are handcuffed, it's likely to be from the Port Mafia.

Really, why did you make the room airtight? He almost thought he was blind just now.

Ango Sakaguchi grumbled in his heart after his near escape, and at the same time used his supernatural ability to read the memory of the bed sheet under his body.

hand.Too fair.The joints are slender.

A pair of men's hands.And looking at the skin color, it doesn't seem to be Asian.

black clothes.In line with the general characteristics of the mafia.But there are no special details.

When laying the sheets, the most you can see is your chin.

The other party may be very tall.

Turning forward is the shelf of the supermarket.Still no face.

Ango Sakaguchi felt a little wrong, did this person know the effect of his supernatural power?

If you are a member of the Port Mafia, then there is no need to hide your identity.

Besides, that jaw—

He always looked a little familiar.

Just as Ango Sakaguchi was rummaging through his memory to compare his chin, he suddenly heard fairly clear footsteps.

Two people.From far to near.One big and one small?

What the hell, why are there still children?

The footsteps stopped, and then there was a creak - the door should have been pushed open not far away.

Then there was a small voice of speech, which can be confirmed to be an adult man and a boy.

Ango Sakaguchi listened intently, trying to hear some clues.

"I want to go to the amusement park and play with you." The boy seemed to be acting like a baby.

"Okay, let's go on the weekend. What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?" The grown man's answer was very normal.

"brown sugar."

"That's not really breakfast. If you don't talk, just eat fried eggs and toast with me."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Door closing sound.

Sounds like a heartwarming bedtime conversation between a gentle and doting dad and a naughty son.

If it didn't happen in the place where Ango Sakaguchi was separated by a wall.

Realizing that something beyond his imagination had happened, Ango's thoughts became confused.

Definitely a third party, but who—

Anwu listened half anxiously and half horrified to the sound of the remaining footsteps approaching his direction a little bit.

step.two steps.three steps.

stopped.In other words, it's at the door.

The next second, as the door was opened, light entered the room where Ango Sakaguchi was.

Anwu could see the silhouette of the man standing in the backlight at the door. It was a figure nearly 1.9 meters tall that almost touched the door frame.

He vaguely realized something, and rediscovered someone's appearance from the options he had excluded from the beginning in his memory.

How could it be him?

Snapped.

The tall man standing at the door lit the lamp on the ceiling inside the house.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the illuminated face and dark green eyes of the other party, and said the name of the person who tied him to the bed with complicated emotions.

"Mr. Erasmus, can you explain why I am here?"