For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

"It's over..."

"Ichi."

"It's over, it's over..."

"Ito?"

Dazai patted me from behind, I hugged my knees and turned my head, my eyes were wet, and everyone looked blurry: "TAT is dead this time."

I chose to go with Dazai in order to complete the great cause of cheating. At that time, Zhongya was so angry that he even used his abilities. When he left, he took one step at a time, and I could even feel the earth trembling.

"Dazai," I said, holding the culprit's hand, "when I die, you must scatter my ashes in every corner of your room, so that you may still see me when you wake up at night."

Dazai was slightly surprised: "So you don't want me so much?"

"Yes, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

"Reassurance," Dazai said lightly, pulling me up, "you'll get used to it if you mess with it a few times."

He withdrew his hand, jumped down the last two steps, and walked ahead like a no-nonsense man.

"Dazai, why do you want me to accompany you? We shouldn't be so familiar with each other, right?" I chased after him and asked.

"Yitou is really ruthless," the young man changed the topic without a trace, "I called someone a slaughter an hour ago, and when I turned my face, I became famous."

"...Then you still call me Yito, did I say something that made you hilarious, is it too late to take it back now?"

"Water spilled from the point you poke out, guess what?"

We gag all the way, and it didn't take long to get into the alley. Dazai led me to the front of a bar called Lupin, opened the door, and the light inside was not much better than the office of the leader of the enemy group.

Dazai walked down the aisle, and when he realized that I wasn't following, he turned his head and said, "What are you doing at the door?"

"I'm afraid you will sell me..."

Dazai opened his eyes wide, and after a while he burst out laughing.

"Why, don't I have the value of selling to human traffickers?"

"No, I just think you're interesting," Dazai turned to his side, motioning me to follow quickly, "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary bar. Another friend and I often come here to party."

It's too late to run away.

I walked down the stairs with him despondently, and found that it was indeed a bar, but it wasn't as lively as an after-school cafeteria. It was very quiet, so quiet that there was only one customer.

"Dazai?" The man in the seat looked towards this side, "Huh?"

He noticed my existence, and I followed the voice to look over. With just one glance, we evoked the memory of our previous life: "Is it you?"

This time it was Dazai's turn to be surprised: "You know each other?"

"Meet," I replied, "in Director Nagasawa's company."

Dazai went directly to Oda and sat down. I had a psychological shadow on this young man, so I chose the seat to the left of Oda and asked the bartender to give me a glass of fruit wine.

Oda doesn't seem to be wondering why I was brought here by Dazai, because he asked something else: "Has Mr. Nagasawa been domestically abused?"

"No, he's still alive, but he didn't see the secretary coming to work."

"It was Mrs. Nagasawa who won."

"Well, Mrs. Nagasawa won."

Dazai was very interested in what we were talking about, and kept listening.

It turned out that the secretary often sent text messages to Mr. Nagasawa in the middle of the night. The words were full of ambiguity. The whole child was a model of pre-planning, but she missed a bit. Mr. Nagasawa is a straight man. What is a straight man? For example, when she sent a text message "I'm at home alone, it's so windy outside, I'm so scared", Mr. Nagasawa would reply "I'm not afraid that I'm going to sleep" to completely block her Yelai Sao.

Thanks to this, Mrs. Nagasawa let him go after checking his text messages, and then had the secretary blasted out of the company building.

Dazai was deeply moved after hearing this: "Your work is really interesting."

I glanced at him: "That's not the point, is it?"

After that, Oda and I chatted a few more times, and while we were chatting, I found out that this uncle is really Buddhist, the kind who can knock wooden fish while wearing a cassock. His words actually made me feel like watching health preservation. The feeling of the pulpit is really wonderful.

"By the way," Oda finally remembered the most important question, "Why did you come here, Hyuga?"

I pointed to Dazai, who also cooperated very well, reaching out for a comparison.

"Thanks to him, I let go of my friend's appointment."

Oda understood very well: "Is your friend angry?"

"Please use more serious words, he exploded."

I drank a few sips of fruit wine just now. Although I wasn't drunk, my courage was strengthened by the alcohol. I took out my phone, opened the address book, stared at Zhong Ye's name, and was about to press it... But when I was about to press it, I was cowardly again. : "I don't know how to explain it to him!"

With half of my face buried in my arms, my annoyance reached a new level.

"It's really not good to miss the appointment, so let's apologize first," Oda thought for a while, then said, "The tone must be gentle, and the address should be as affectionate as possible."

Makes sense.

My fingers swayed on the OK button for a long time, and finally gritted my teeth and pressed it with determination. A rock music sounded quickly, but who knew that after two seconds, the music turned off.

"Nani?!" I stood up and sat up, "He hung me up?!"

Dazai didn't think it was a big deal to watch the fun, he put his chin in one hand and looked here with great interest.

I stared at the screen with disbelief on my face, pressed the OK dial button again, and the music only played for another two seconds.

I couldn't be more angry, I pressed it down for the third time, and I was talking to Dazai and the others while listening to the phone: "I tell you, if he picks up, I must first scolded him severely and then slapped him, if I can't do it, Just—hey~ Zhong Ye Xiao cute~ To me, you are your sweet little cotton hat Yitengteng... What? Who is disgusting! Hey, hey hey?!"

Oda: "Didn't you mean to scold him?"

Dazai: "Didn't you mean to slap him in the face?"

"Shut up," I put down the phone, completely mad, "It's over, it's over, it's not going to be thrown into Yokohama by him when you walk down the street tomorrow, right?"

"You have to look on the bright side," Oda mused for a moment, "maybe it's just being dismembered by him."

"???"

According to incomplete statistics, I made five calls and sent twelve text messages to Zhongye that night, but the other party didn't reply a single one of them, adhering to the principle that I was angry with me. A man's heart is needle in the bottom of the sea, it's really hard to be a woman.

It was already midnight, and when I left the bar, Oda called a taxi for me, saying that he wanted to take me back, but this glorious and great mission was cut off by Dazai.

"What kind of medicine did you buy in the gourd?" I asked, leaning against the car window, "Didn't you say you want to celebrate, but it turned out that Oda and I were chatting with each other the whole time."

The young man cleverly avoided my question again: "It's interesting to hear you guys talk."

I stretched out my hand and pulled out the glass window, feeling the bumps along the way.

The driver parked the car downstairs from the apartment, and I opened the door to get some fresh air.

"Wow," Dazai leaned on the edge of the car window, probing his head, "the environment here is not bad."

"Even if you say that, I won't invite you up for tea."

"There will be opportunities in the future," Dazai raised his arm and waved, his eyebrows raised, "Good night, Ichito."

I looked at him with lingering fears, and made sure that this person had no other options before I responded, "Good night."

I went back to my apartment, turned on the lights, put on my pajamas, lay down on the bed, and dialed Jiro's number.

"Ito..." The other party seemed to be sleeping, and his voice was full of exhaustion, "Why are you calling at this time, staying up late is a girl's natural enemy."

"Don't sleep, I'm in trouble here."

I told Jiro everything that happened in the past few days, including the change in Dazai's attitude towards me. On the surface, this situation seems very quack, but it is not simple when you think about it.

Dazai repeatedly asked me to attack him. After all, it was to test my strength and to see if I was a spy sent by an enemy organization. So what is his follow-up plan? If I guess right, as long as the suspicion of espionage is ruled out, he will set me up to join the port Mafia, and today he also knows my address, it will not be too convenient to catch the strong man in the future.

Jiro's drowsiness also disappeared: "Then what did you plan to do, go back to Hakata first to avoid the limelight?"

"Returning to Bodo now will only make him feel that I have a guilty conscience. As soon as the spy's hat is put on, I will probably hang up. Then I will have to crawl back from **** to have a ghost relationship with him," I analyzed, "I plan to Another house is rented, but I have to let Enoda help me, and he can help me cover the formalities."

"I'll go find him tomorrow."

"there's one more thing."

"?"

"I'm out of money."

"Didn't you say you spend money when you're in love? How do you spend money when you're not in love?"

I scratched my head embarrassedly: "Aren't you addicted to the host club..."

It’s good not to mention this, as soon as I mention Jiro, I’m excited, and he trains me for more than ten minutes, from money and material to moral spirit, from the concept of human relations to inheriting the lineage, as if I am addicted to a cult organization, and I will be able to do it in the next second. Squat the situation until the end of the world.

I thought that it would be worth it if I was scolded and scolded, so I responded with "Yes, yes, what you said is a fool to me, don't care about me".

"Girls don't go to that kind of place, you know?"

"Mmmmmm."

"Forget it," Jiro lost his temper and said, "I have a friend in Yokohama who opened a company there, and there are vacancies downstairs, so I'll help you. Find out the exact price."

I can't tell that the boss's social circle is quite broad.

I lay on the bed, turned over and asked, "What company does your friend run?"

"It seems to be called... Armed Detective Agency?"