The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

Akutagawa looked at Dazai one last time, then turned and left.

Higuchi Ichiyo was unwilling, but he had no choice but to follow him.

Dazai waited for what would happen in the alley.

Haru has nothing to do with being difficult, but Akutagawa is very easy to guess. If they know each other or have plans, it will be exposed after they meet.

Akutagawa walked right past without even glancing at Haruka.

To him, there is no need to pay attention to those who are unimportant.

Higuchi Ichiyo did glare at Haruka, but he just thought of her as a member of the detective agency.

Guessed wrong? Dazai couldn't help but wonder.

He still felt that his judgment was correct, but now was obviously not the time to worry about it.

Dazai looked at Haruka who was standing outside and was indifferent, and continued to plead helplessly: "Haruka, how about giving me a hand?"

There were three dying people lying inside, couldn't she pretend to care a little?

Qinghe still looked as if she had let it go. She walked into the alley and looked at the three people lying unconscious on the ground.

Nakajima Atsushi was fine, but Tanizaki Junichiro and Tanizaki Naomi were seriously injured, and their blood had gathered into a small pool under them.

It seemed a bit of a stretch to ask Dazai to carry three by himself, but since he asked, she might as well take one since she was already here.

Haruka first chose Nakajima Atsushi, who was relatively clean: "I want this one."

She picked up Nakajima Atsushi and waited quietly for Dazai to take the remaining two.

On the way back to the detective agency, things got quieter between the two of them.

Dazai stared at Haruka's hair in a daze, and he tried to verify his guess through other methods.

This bluish-white color doesn't look like the result of hair dye. Is it the natural color of her hair?

The age doesn't quite match, but it could be that he looks younger.

Qinghe turned around and looked at him, puzzled: "? Is my hair weird?"

She didn't want to speak, but Dazai was staring at the back of her head until it was smoking.

Dazai hinted, "I just think this hair color is rare, and the mainstream hair coloring is blonde and red."

"Hmm?" Haruhe shifted his gaze to Nakajima Atsushi. Isn't the white-haired setting very common?

It feels like no matter where you are, there will always be a white-haired character.

Dazai must have such a difficult conversation? Haruka was a little embarrassed.

"Xiao Qinghe, you know that the most vicious minion of the Hong Kong gang is Akutagawa just now." Dazai changed the subject.

Qinghe was going to just say something to him casually: "Really? Ah, that must be even scarier."

Dazai didn't care about her evasion at all and continued, "Have you ever seen a strange wanted poster, Xiaoqinghe?"

"A portrait without a face. Apart from the red hair, there is no basic information."

Of course Haruka had seen it before, and she was a little curious about what Dazai was trying to say.

Dazai added: "I've had a wanted poster for six years, but still no one knows who I am. Isn't that strange?"

He wiped out the target organization with his own strength, causing countless tragedies.

Even though he was wanted by both the military police and the dark organizations, he never left any trace in the surveillance footage.

Even though there were multiple witnesses near the crime scene, no one could describe his characteristics.

Such a ridiculous person who seemed to be fictional gradually became an urban legend in Yokohama.

Dazai didn't need Haruka to answer, he continued on his own: "Some people speculate that it's the gravity user of Ganghei... Although the hair color is a little different, maybe it's a problem with the lighting?"

"Some people also speculate that it is a mysterious force secretly trained by the Hong Kong underworld."

"But more people think that this is just a rumor that has spread by word of mouth."

Qinghe knew what he wanted to do, but so what? Anything without evidence could only be speculation.

She said casually: "Oh, how terrible."

"It really exists." As a former cadre, Dazai knew it better than anyone else.

Dazai lowered his voice, deliberately creating a deep atmosphere: "The nightmare known as 'Bloody Mary' in the dark world, the executioner of the leader of the port mafia."

He stared at Qinghe closely, and his true intention was revealed: "Mori Qiulu."

Qinghe frowned slightly, and there was a flash of disgust in his eyes.

There are too many points to complain about, Qinghe is considering whether to complain about it.

First of all, who came up with those slightly embarrassing titles?

Secondly, don’t give people weird surnames, okay?

"Akira..." Dazai's gaze moved from Haruka's eyes to her hair.

He suddenly smiled, and his tone became cheerful: "It sounds like a lovely name. Maybe it's a lady as lovely as Xiaoqinghe?"

This is what Dazai has always wanted to explore.

There is clearly such a person in my memory, but she is as thin as an inconspicuous punctuation mark in a book.

There is no trace, it is insignificant, and it will not affect anything even if it is deleted.

He actually had no impression of this person at all, he only remembered that there was such a person.

What was her role? What kind of person was she? What happened during that time?

No memory at all.

Considering that there are so many minions in the Hong Kong underworld, it is normal that Dazai has no impression of any of them.

However, she used to be Dazai's direct subordinate, and later transferred to Mori Ogai. How could Dazai have no memory of her at all?

Dazai speculated that his memory, or the memory of this world, had been tampered with.

"Eh? Really?" Haruka remained calm and continued to fool Dazai.

"Oh, aren't you afraid, Xiao Qinghe? We have offended Hong Kong Black today. Maybe she will come to silence us tonight."

Qinghe didn't quite understand: "Will being afraid be useful?"

Why do something that has no effect?

“…That’s right.” Dazai didn’t get any response from her.

The two of them walked quietly on the street, and neither of them brought up any new topics.

Just when they were halfway there, Kunikida arrived.

"Hey Dazai! Can't you just take a taxi?!" Kunikida's fists stiffened again.

How long will Dazai continue to walk slowly with the three injured people?

Dazai thought the reason was obvious, right? He said sincerely, "Because my wallet was washed away by water a few days ago."

So it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he has no money.

"..." Kunikida felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

That was enough. He shouldn't have taken Dazai so seriously.

Kunikida hailed a taxi on the side of the road and put the three injured people in the car.

The taxi made a smooth U-turn and took Kunikida and the injured to the detective agency.

Dazai stood on the side of the road and blinked blankly. Eh? Kunikida didn't take him with him?

That said, it’s time to be alone again.

"Now that the problem is solved, can I take you home?" Without the injured people getting in the way, Dazai could finally start chatting freely.

Qinghe did not refuse immediately, but asked: "You... have a car?"

Even if Dazai had a car now, Haruka wouldn't really want to experience his death drift.

Dazai was particularly shameless: "No, I can walk back with you."

"Wow." Qinghe exclaimed, what a convincing person.

Dazai made up his mind to follow Haruka, and Haruka didn't care. The two of them relied on Eleven Road to return to the Sword Cafe.

There were still a few steps to go, and Dazai made an invitation before parting:

"I heard that a nice dessert shop has opened over at the Red Brick Warehouse recently. Are Xiaoqing and I free tomorrow?"

The cafe was closed and Tsurumaru and the others were cleaning inside.

Seeing Haruka coming back, Yamaubakiri immediately put down the broom and went out to greet him.

He separated Dazai and stood in front of Haruka, "Miss, someone from Inalen's side wants to see you. Mr. Izuna is waiting to discuss things with you."

"Who?" Haruka asked, leaving Izuna unable to make a decision?

"He calls himself the Uchiha of Konoha."

Konoha's? Then this doesn't seem like a good thing.

"I see." Haruka answered Yamaubakiri first, and then replied to Dazai: "I'm not free tomorrow."

“Then…” Dazai wanted to make another appointment.

Yamaubakiri put on a fake smile and said, "I'm sorry sir, our lady has to deal with some work recently and may not be free for the appointment."

Dazai looked at Haruka to see if she agreed with this statement.

Yamaubakiri also stared at Haruka sincerely, hoping that she would refuse.

Qinghe: “…” Emmm, the atmosphere is weird.

"Well, I'm busy lately. It will probably take a long time to wait for free time." Haruka finally chose to stand on Yamaubakiri's side.

Dazai retracted his gaze and turned to walk back the way he came. "Oh~, what a pity. Xiaoqing, please be sure to contact me when you are free."

Forget it, the days are long.