The salted fish of strength supremacy

It is indeed Yokohama at night.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka looked at the headquarters of the Port Mafia's ostentatious building against the wind. The high-rise building that can be seen at a glance in Yokohama showed his presence. Only then did he remember that the phone was still on the bed in the school dormitory.

The slate threw him back without giving him anything.

Touching the wall, he walked down the stairs step by step. After his eyes got used to the darkness, he could still see some things here. Although he almost tripped over the distance of the stairs several times, after all, it had been long enough since he came here last time. It's normal not to remember.

Finally got downstairs, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka walked towards the door, there was a yellow cordon hanging on the gate, because of the brilliance of time, the cordon was already very worn out, some of them were disconnected, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka reached out and grabbed it, the cloth The strip is already as fragile as paper, and it will crack if you force it.

It seems that it has been a long time since he left, at least more than a year.

Leaving the abandoned high-rise building along the path, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka saw a telephone booth, he touched his pocket, but there was nothing in his pocket, looked at the telephone booth for a moment, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka glanced around.

There was no one here, and the surrounding buildings were not lit up. I don't know if it was because it was too late or there were really no people.

There is only one old street lamp standing on this street, which looks lonely and abrupt. The dim light appears and disappears from time to time, like a firefly with uneven brightness, whether it will go out and come on again.

It was desolate, so desolate that no telephone booths or street lights should exist.

Turning back his gaze, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji pressed a few buttons at the telephone booth, and only after the button above lit up, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji dialed out the phone. Although he didn't know how long it had been, but... I hope the phone number from the detective agency is still there. Didn't change it.

However, will anyone still be in the phone booth at this hour?

As it turns out, there is.

"Hello, this is the Armed Detective Agency, I'm...a member of the Detective Agency, oops, sorry, I'm a bit hungover."

"Oh? Why is it getting dark?"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sighed, "... Mr. Dazai."

"Your voice sounds familiar." Dazai Osamu yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Let me think about it, don't tell me I can remember it! The voice that can impress me is definitely not good except for the beautiful young lady. There will be others! So..."

"Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai paused his voice, and he seemed to come to his senses after a few seconds, "Hey, no way... Kiyotaka-kun?"

"It turns out that Mr. Dazai still remembers me. It's a great honor." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's voice was very small, but even the small voice was amplified to the extreme in such a quiet situation, as obvious as turning on a trumpet, "It's only Dazai Is sir alone in the detective agency?"

Osamu Dazai yawned, he got up from the table and turned on the light of the detective agency, and after glancing at the time, he sounded resentful.

"It's two o'clock in the middle of the night, and those guys left me hungover at the detective agency. Really, sure enough, I'm not wrong. Those guys with supernatural abilities have some psychological problems, but it's really annoying. I was surprised, I didn't expect to receive a call from Mr. Qinglong."

As he spoke, he glanced at the calling number.

"Oh, or from a phone booth?"

"Slept in the detective agency with a hangover, Mr. Dazai is still as individual as ever."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Osamu Dazai yawned again, "Where are you now? Do you want me to pick you up? Ah, no, I don't have a car, and I don't have any means of transportation, so I don't want to go out on foot, or I'd better wake up Kunikida and let him pick you up!"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka leaned against the broken glass door of the telephone booth, "Mr. Dazai, don't bother. Since the detective agency is still there, I will go there during the day."

"No." Osamu Dazai smiled, "I don't suggest you come to the detective agency, because now the detective agency is closely watched by a certain guy, and you will be seen as soon as you come."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka glanced at the phone, "Some guy?"

Osamu Dazai sat on the empty desk of the detective agency, he glanced out the window, the night was pitch black, no one knew what dark and viscous things were in this night, it might be a bit of a bad word to say this, but the truth is not In this way, that guy is insane like searching and digging three feet without stopping.

Wouldn't it be more terrifying than this piece of night.

"First of all, I need to tell Kiyotaka-kun a piece of news." Osamu Dazai lay down on his back, staring at the bright white lamp above his head and said, "Three years have passed since you left Yokohama and disappeared."

"Three years?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stood up, "So long?"

"It's been so long." Osamu Dazai smiled, "Time can brew many things, it is ruthless, and it can make a couple in love disappear during this period of time, but relatively, three years is also likely to make some kind of obsessed The thoughts are becoming more and more crazy and uncontrollable, and it just so happens that there is a suitor who has been obsessed with you for three years here."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka thought about the people he knew in Yokohama, and then excluded them one by one. He is not popular, let alone a suitor.

"who is it?"

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, "It's a devil."

Hearing this sentence, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's first reaction was that Dazai Osamu was joking. Dazai Osamu is a man who does not taboo meat and vegetables, so it would not be surprising to make such a joke, but the next moment he denied this judgment, Dazai Osamu The voice is very firm, which is not his usual tone of joking.

After a few seconds of silence, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka finally found his own words.

"He, is there something wrong with his mind?"

Osamu Dazai burst out laughing, "Isn't it just something wrong with my brain?"

The street lamp flickered for a while and then went out. Without the last dim light source, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji's eyes went dark. He glanced at the street lamp that stopped working immediately, and felt that it was just like Dazai Osamu's words, and he sighed slightly. , Ayanokouji Kiyotaka continued to speak.

"In the end what happened."

"As I said, something went wrong with his brain, literally something went wrong." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "The impact of the supernatural power threw him to the ruins, perhaps the self-protection system in the brain was activated Well, he broke his head and forgot all about you."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka said blankly, "And then?"

"But there are many things that cannot completely delete a person alone. He still has an impression of you, but he completely forgets who you are."

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai believes that Ayanokōji Kiyotaka has already understood. After all, there are examples of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryuhiko Shibusawa. In order to find the memory in his mind, Ryuhiko Shibusawa created countless fights of supernatural beings On the field, Fyodor will only be crazier than Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka did understand, he hung up the phone directly, then turned and left the phone booth, the moonlight shone on the road, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka walked out along this road.

What a hassle.

……

Osamu Dazai in the detective agency looked at the hung up phone strangely, huh?Was he hung up, or by Ayanokouji Kiyotaka?Why?

But, no matter why, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka came back, well, this is a big deal.

Throwing the phone back where it was, Osamu Dazai walked into the next room humming a song, pushed the door open, turned on the light in the room with a click, and was slapped on the face by a pillow the next moment, just pulled the pillow off Before Osamu Dazai could speak, another pillow patted him down again.

"Hey!" Osamu Dazai leaned on the wall and pointed at the person nestled in the middle of the bed, "Smelly brat, stop!"

The boy who didn't open his eyes had black and white hair parted in half, hugged the quilt and stared at Osamu Dazai quietly, "Mr. Dazai, why don't you check what time it is? You don't come here because you smell like alcohol, right?" ? Sure enough, Mr. Dazai is really annoying."

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, "Hey, I said, you said it yourself, if there is anything necessary, I can call you in the middle of the night."

Yumeno Hisaku paused for rubbing his eyes, and he stared at Osamu Dazai in disbelief for three seconds, "Mr. Dazai, what do you mean..."

"Yeah, what is necessary?" Osamu Dazai was in a state of contemplation, "I remember that if someone comes back, eh? Who is this certain person?"

"Mr. Dazai!"

Yumeno Hisaku jumped off the bed, "Is what you said true? The big brother is back?! It's brother Ayanokouji, right?"

Ever since Ayanokouji Kiyotaka disappeared, Yumeno Hisaku has taken root in the Armed Detective Agency. The port mafia tried to bring Yumeno Hisaku back several times, but was stopped by Osamu Dazai, partly because he promised Ayanokouji Kiyotaka to take care of him Yumeno Hisaku, on the other hand, is because Yumeno is unwilling to go back.

He stubbornly waited at the Armed Detective Agency, wanting to wait for his elder brother Ayanokouji.

Although it seems that there are two extremes in character, Atsushi Nakajima loves Yumeno very much. He seems to put all his thoughts on Ayanokouji Kiyotaka on Yumeno Hisaku. These two were completely captured by Ayanokouji Kiyotaka The kid didn't even want to listen to the slightest thought that Kiyotaka Ayanokouji might not come back.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is a magnanimous president. He didn't look at him with colored eyes because of Yumeno Hisaku's psychic ability. He just let Dazai Osamu pay more attention, and then he defaulted to staying in the detective agency.

This stay is three years.

"Mr. Dazai?!"

"Ah, it's him." Osamu Dazai leaned against the door frame in a helpless manner, "When he comes back, I will definitely ask him for mental damage compensation and the cost of raising you. I can't even support myself and I will bring you to beg for food. "

Yumeno Hisaku wrinkled his nose, looking unconvinced, "Hmph, it's not my fault that Mr. Dazai can't support himself because he has been committing suicide and lost all his money."

Jumping off the bed, Yumeno Hisaku ran to Osamu Dazai, "Where is big brother now?"

"It is estimated that he will come directly tomorrow."

"Come here directly tomorrow?" Yumeno Hisaku was taken aback for a moment, "But isn't that person always there..."

"It's okay, you have to trust Qinglong-kun." Osamu Dazai patted the top of his head, "I've told him the situation, but he can't hide forever, so Qinglong-kun will choose to solve this trouble. When the trouble is more troublesome, he will choose this way."

Dazai Osamu sighed.

"After all, that is Ayanokōji Kiyotaka who is obsessed with the freedom of ordinary people."