Zongman: I have really retired!

Chapter 32 Information

While Fukuchi Sakura Chi and Fukuzawa Yukichi were talking, Dazai Osamu was also looking at these two people, and his eyes darkened.

Although the man in the kimono looks like a prim and serious guy, judging from his attitude, he is a very principled person, and he is also a bit slow and naturally stupid.

The man in military uniform looks careless, but in fact he should be a very scheming person, otherwise he wouldn't pretend to be dissatisfied in front of that guy...

Dazai Osamu cursed in his heart, where did his guardian find bodyguards for him? Is it really reliable?

He glanced at the knives at their waists. Judging from their standing postures and the callus marks in their hands, they must be masters of the sword. It seems that there is no need to worry about force, but in terms of IQ...

Dazai Osamu ignored the conversation between the two and said calmly: "Hey, uncle!"

"You look like a slovenly menopausal uncle and you can still be named the Hero of the Far East. The person with this title has never had his brain soaked in formalin, right?"

Fudi Sakura's eyes twitched, but a smile appeared on her lips:

"Hey, kid! You're not still an unweaned baby, are you? If you're scared and cry, I won't coax you."

Dazai Osamu ignored Fukuchi Sakurachi. He was as calm as any emotion. He just turned around calmly and left his back to the two people behind him, as if they did not exist.

Hey Hey hey!

Seeing Osamu Dazai turning to leave, Fukuchi Sakura yelled a few times reflexively. Seeing that he didn't turn around, she could only scratch her head, secretly wondering what happened to this brat? Not at all like a normal person.

"Let's go, Genichiro."

Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed, feeling that this child must also be a troublesome guy. It seemed that he was really involved in something troublesome.

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Data room

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Sakurachi Fukuchi waved her hand to disperse the dust in the air, and said dissatisfiedly to Dazai Osamu who led them here:

"Why are you here? A kid like you should go to an arcade bar, right?"

He secretly cursed why this child was so weird. Which normal child could be so calm after experiencing a series of accidents that led to genocide?

Dazai Osamu looked at the reference room filled with various paper materials.

In this old and small data room, materials deposited in previous years are piled up. The rows of iron shelves are covered with dust, and dust is scattered in the air due to the movement of people.

The lights on the wall were dim and dim, barely illuminating a few corners, but because the shelves were more obstructed, they were still shrouded in hazy shadow.

From the cracks in the corners of the walls, dusty documents and archives, thick files, worn books, and messy documents piled up in a mess, everywhere symbolizes that no one has been to this room for a long time.

Osamu Dazai put his pockets in his pockets and looked at the dusty signs on the shelf. The fallen paint symbolized the mark of time, and the handwriting was blurry, but Osamu Dazai still found what he wanted.

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"What is this?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned and looked at the document bag Dazai Osamu pulled out. He didn't understand why a child came to the old reference room, and as far as he knew, this kind of reference room was filled with dusty information from previous years.

Such information usually records the unknown secrets of this country. Although with the passage of time and the development of new technologies, these information become more and more insignificant, but from the five or six security checks they passed through just now, The facilities can tell that their presence is still important.

A few mice shuttled between the file racks, making faint noises. They acted blatantly as if they were the only owners of this room, which made Fukuzawa Yukichi frown.

Dazai Osamu did not directly answer Fukuzawa Yukichi's question. He just said in a nonchalant tone:

"This is the storage place where Japan collects all the information on people with supernatural powers."

He stroked the dust on the file bag and slowly removed the seal on the file bag.

"There are still some experimental data here, and archives of policies against people with special abilities in previous years. In addition, there are...

Ah found it! "

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a piece of paper from a dozen documents and reports.

"Analysis report on supernatural abilities..."

Before Yukichi Fukuzawa had time to react, why they were allowed in such an important place was interrupted by Dazai Osamu's voice.

He carefully relied on his good physique to walk around the documents scattered on the ground and walked to Dazai Osamu. What caught his eyes were death reports one after another...

The black names followed by scarlet death certificates hurt his heart.

"What is this!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt as if his throat was being strangled by something, and he blurted out something in a hoarse voice that could not cover up his panic.

"Didn't you have a premonition?"

Osamu Dazai's voice didn't rise at all, as if he already knew something.

No...he did already know, otherwise he wouldn't have brought them here.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's voice caught Fukuzawa Yukichi's attention. He was not as careful as Fukuzawa Yukichi, but carelessly stepped over the documents scattered on the ground and walked to Fukuzawa Yukichi's side.

"What premonition?"

When he saw the names on the document, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You should know, Uncle Fudi. After all, you are one of the few survivors in this experiment..."

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips, and his pair of kite-colored eyes were full of malice, as if he was pitying something, but also seemed to be mocking something. His malicious eyes met Fukuchi Sakura's astonished eyes. Looking at her, she smiled brightly as if an innocent and romantic child had taken revenge on an adult.

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