The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

Oda Sakunosuke closed the door and walked to the exclusive box of Gang Hei. Unexpectedly, at the end of the corridor, he met the boy in a black suit.

The other party was looking at something out of focus, his handsome face was expressionless, his slender fingers were hanging down with an unlit cigarette in his hands, and his posture was lazily like a black cat.

This is a form he rarely shows in front of people, like a pearl hidden behind a clamshell.

Oda Sakunosuke felt a little worried in his heart - but it was aimless worry, because he was not qualified to do so at all.

Sure enough, before Oda Sakunosuke approached, Dazai Osamu had already noticed his approach from a very far distance, and immediately restrained the breath around him.

When he approached the boy, he couldn't feel the emotions just now at all—he put on the disguised skin again.

After the black smoke of those thoughts surrounded him for a short time, they quickly drilled in again, filling his shriveled skin, making even his fingers appear slender than others, and his cheeks revealed the blush of a dying person. .

"..."

"Oh, did Odasaku actually hide my relationship with Ryosuke without telling me?" Dazai Osamu jumped in front of him, turned into an aggrieved face, and complained vividly as if what he witnessed just now was just an illusion, "This is not okay .”

"It's disgusting, no wonder you didn't want to blame Ryosuke with me last time, hypocritical adult, you must not have a good impression of him, or everyone around me will be snatched away."

"No, I have no friendship with him." Oda Sakunosuke said, "And Araki-kun doesn't want to take me away."

He also didn't feel that Araki Ryosuke wanted to snatch anyone away, but Dazai was worried that others would snatch him away.

"..." Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, looking childish, "What did you guys talk about just now?"

"You." Odasaku threw a straight ball and hit the heart, "I'm talking about you, Dazai."

Even though he knew clearly in his heart that it must be this, Osamu Dazai still couldn't help taking a breath, paused, and then muttered: "What, are you a new combination of 'crushing against Osamu Dazai'?"

"You care about him."

Osamu Dazai immediately showed an unbearable expression, widened his eyes in disbelief, and actually revealed a bit of cuteness: "Odasaku, you are deliberately disgusting me and taking revenge on me, right! This is impossible!"

"Then he had a boyfriend who just kissed in front of me."

"What..." He caught a glimpse of Odasaku's eyes, and stopped talking, "Even if it is, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

"Dazai, frankness is not weakness."

"You're so annoying, Odasaku."

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Isn't this something you've known for a long time?" Osamu Dazai said with a strange expression and a relaxed tone, "It's strange if he doesn't. It's been said that he is a ruthless carrot! He is also the number one scumbag in Hong Kong! Oda is trying to push Am I in a fire pit?"

"That's what you did, Dazai, spreading rumors."

"What, I was misunderstood again. I won't do things like ruining other people's reputations. It's because Ryosuke looks passionate to everyone." Osamu Dazai protested, and the cigarette between his fingers fell into the eyes of his friend again , "Besides, why should I do such a boring thing, wow, I'm so wronged."

"..."

"And Ryosuke is not my type, I hate him."

Very very annoying.

Because Araki Ryosuke is a person who doesn't understand his true inner thoughts.He was obviously more indifferent than everyone else in this world, but he convinced himself to become a tolerant person.

It's like a monster in human skin.

A person should have his own preferences and biases, even Oda Saku is no exception, but Araki Ryosuke is too abnormal, he seems to be able to accept any distorted thoughts and understand any terrible motives.

In his eyes, everyone has comprehensibility.This kind of tenderness—or tolerance, is so terrifying that it makes people tremble, and it seems too extreme and frightening.

Regardless of whether Ryosuke Araki realizes this or not, he is an outsider with a cold heart in his bones.

This is no longer a feeling that humans can have. He has a divinity... a divinity that is enough to make Osamu Dazai flinch.

But Odasaku didn't pay attention to this little animal's teeth and claws, he just said: "Dazai, don't smoke, it's not good for your health."

He noticed that there was a number on the tail of the cigarette, and there seemed to be a few Roman characters written on it, and there were traces of fire on the edge.

If Araki Ryosuke was here, he would have recognized Mori Ogai's smoke at a glance.

Osamu Dazai put the cigarette to his lips with a bored expression and took a bite, crushing the white cigarette paper, the tobacco leaked a little, and he threw it on the floor.

"I don't know how to smoke. People who smoke all the time will have yellow teeth. Damn, it's too ugly."

"Then what are you doing?" Oda asked.

"The magic is about to start, and I can't do anything about Odasaku running around." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "And your role is very important. If you are not present, I will be very distressed."

He changed the subject.

Oda Sakunosuke is not a person who likes to ask questions, so he just said "oh", ended the topic, and walked in front of Osamu Dazai: "Then let's go."

But the person who was supposed to lead the way slowed down. After watching Oda Tsukuru leave for a distance, he squatted down and picked up the cigarette butt, stared at it for a while, and put it back in his pocket.

"Oh, Odasaku doesn't even know when Ryosuke and I met for the first time." He said to himself, "I brought him back to Hong Kong when he was dying. This is the real truth. first meeting."

But he won't say it, it's his own secret.

***

"You guys, is there any contradiction?"

After hesitating for a long time, Nakahara Chuya suddenly asked, but the moment his eyes met Ryosuke Araki, he felt regretful, and immediately annoyed, "...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

This guy has a pair of violet eyes that are too clear, coupled with a clean and cool demeanor, like a young master who has never been in contact with the other world. It's a personal sensitive matter.

In other words, this kind of appearance can always give people a feeling of superiority for no reason——

Even though he didn't mean it himself.

but……

Wait, Nakahara was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Ryosuke Araki himself was the leader of the inner world before, right? ! ! ——

It's too deceitful to grow up like this.

Anyway, he doesn't believe that Ryosuke Araki really looks the same. After all, his identity is so special, and he must have seen more dark sides than he thought, but he can still maintain this temperament, which only shows that he is more than he thought. Danger.

And Zhongyuan Zhongye's easy rise in favor with him also shows that the other party is particularly good at interpersonal relationships, which made him feel a faint sense of crisis after knowing it. Is he usually so easy to trust others?

It's so odd that Ryosuke Araki seems to be the one in charge of a relationship so easily.

Having said that, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but look at his face again, he looks pretty good.

In all fairness, it is quite pleasing to the eye, at the level that can even become a landscape, anyway, he quite likes it.

"What? Did you say Osamu Dazai?"

Araki Ryosuke came back to his senses, he was peeling oranges for Luanbu just now, "It doesn't matter, if you want to say contradictory words, there are too many, I can't remember it myself, he deserves a beating too much."

As a partner with Osamu Dazai, if he remembered what irritating things happened every day, he should have published a masterpiece, which is called "I see my partner committing suicide every day at work".

"This is—" Zhong Yuanzhong also came back to his senses, and clenched his hands tightly, "It's a good thing I don't have such a person around me, otherwise I can't bear it for a day, it's more unbearable than suicide, I hate it the most These are the two types.”

Ryosuke Araki raised his head and looked at him.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know that Osamu Dazai would partner with him in the future. This guy is obsessed with suicide, and his personality is very irritating.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step back: "...what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, Chuya." Araki Ryosuke sighed, "I was just thinking that you will have a human-shaped sandbag with a full range of stereo reverberation in the future."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"what are you saying."

Sitting on the sofa with random steps, his calf dangling in mid-air: "He's saying, from now on, Dazai..."

"Thank you for helping me out just now." Let's count it as a rescue.

Araki Ryosuke changed the subject, broke the orange in half, stuffed half into Ranbu's mouth, blocked the opponent's mouth, and put the other half into his hand——

Ranbu doesn't have the habit of sharing snacks with others, he can still see this.

Edogawa Ranpo was obviously bought by Araki Ryosuke's fruit, he stopped talking, but ate the orange by himself, looking outside with a happy face, ignoring Nakahara Nakahara's eyes full of curiosity.

Nakahara Chuya was speechless: "Seriously? Did you set up some small group?"

What, mysterious.

"Nothing." Araki Ryosuke suppressed a smile, "Chuya will know in the future."

"..."

The layout here is like a medieval opera house, with Roman columns supporting the entire site, and deliberately planted vines climbing up out of season.

And their second floor is surrounded by intricately carved railings, and there is a strong smell of perfume in the air, but it is impossible to distinguish the hidden atmosphere, and the whole hall is full of retro and decadent atmosphere.

Although they could see the scene on the stage on the first floor, the people outside couldn't see what was going on in the box, and Edogawa Ranpo was watching the flow of people below: "I've been here before."

"Ok?"

"I said, the president brought me here!" Ranbu put the remaining half of the oranges on the table, "At that time, someone died here."

He said something terrible with a normal face.

"Wait and die."

"..." Nakahara Chuya, "Stop talking, I feel weird."

Araki Ryosuke sat next to Ranbu, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then patted the sofa on the other side that was empty, and invited: "Chuya Chuya, come and sit, we're about to start."

Zhong Yuan was also speechless: "Hey, are you really here to see the magic?"

Although the words were hesitant, he had already walked to his side and sat where he pointed.

And Araki Ryosuke was caught between the two, as if hugging left and right, and suddenly had the illusion that "it seems that there is nothing wrong with being a scumbag"-he shook his head violently.

No, no.

"No, Chuya, but it doesn't interfere with watching the show, everyone is here." Araki Ryosuke said, he realized that this was a trap, but he didn't care about it in his heart, "Someone will bring the dishes later, enjoy them. "

"..."

Luanbu suddenly said: "I deliberately brought you here."

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Edogawa Ranpo and frowned.

Ryosuke Araki: "I know."

Edogawa Ranpo had expected all of this a long time ago, he won the first game against Osamu Dazai, that's why the opponent showed a surprised expression.

"I said, I did it on purpose." Ranpo repeated it again, stopped eating, and stared at Ryosuke Araki.

"Understood." Ryosuke Araki felt a little funny, "What do you want from me?"

"Aren't you angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about."

Because of his bland reaction, Luanbu lost his temper instead: "Every time I tell the truth, everyone will get angry. When people get angry, they will scold, get angry, and throw things, so if you want to treat me with this attitude, I don't think it matters either."

"So, blame me?" He whispered, "Anyway, except for the president, everyone is like this."

This behavior, compared to firing this ignorant karmic fire at Araki Ryosuke, is more like resolving the remaining daze in his heart. Obviously, this familiar place evokes some bad memories in him.

It seems...

He thought to himself: It seems that although Ranpo was picked up by the president, the little detective has not yet fully strengthened, otherwise it would be like Ranpo in the future, and he would not say such radical words.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know very well." Ranbu said angrily.

"I won't be angry." Ryosuke Araki pointed to Chuya Nakahara, "And it's not just me, he won't either."

After all, although Chuya Nakahara was deceived by Osamu Dazai many times in the future, he would say "this is not an example" every time. He must be the same as himself in some places-that is, unnecessary anger should not exist for a long time at all.

But correspondingly, once the bottom line is touched by people like them, they will be unbearable, and they will burst out with more terrible anger than ordinary people, and they will never forgive them.

Chuya Nakahara, who was suddenly named, said "Huh?", but Ryosuke Araki looked at him expectantly and blinked his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

—Can I apply to cover his face?

Ryosuke Araki: "Don't look at me like that, Chuya, I reasonably suspect that you want to assassinate me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him speechlessly, and swallowed the words of refusal reluctantly. He frowned and thought, and then spoke slowly, giving his answer.

"In this case, if it were me, I wouldn't blame you - after all, it seems that you have a complete plan now, and we don't need to make our own decisions. Although the communication is not in place, we are on the same boat now, so small details It doesn't matter."

"..."

"Look, look, what do I say." Ryosuke Araki said clearly, blinked in the middle of the eye, then patted Luanbu's shoulder, and comforted with a soft voice, "Not everyone is the one who said it Like that, look, isn’t the president you’re talking about the same.”

Ranpo looked back at Ryosuke Araki with eyes full of wonderful emotions.

"Besides, whoever dares to kill you, I will be the first to say no. After all, what the lovely Ranbu-kun does is right."

Araki Liang said heartily, he is so cute, who would be willing to be angry - that's right, he is a dead face control, he admits it.

"Also, think about President Fukuzawa Yukichi." He thought for a while, "He must know you very well, you... um..."

He can't remember the plot. Although he has the impression that he doesn't belong to this world, the memories brought by him are gradually disappearing. I don't know if it is because of the protective effect of this world itself.

Otherwise, he must be able to recall the information card of the Russian.

Araki Ryosuke recalled the picture in his memory: "Didn't he discover your supernatural ability [super reasoning]? So it's not your fault, it's just that there are more idiots in this world, and it's what he said to you, right? ?”

He had a vague impression that it was the existence of Fukuzawa Yukichi that allowed this overly smart detective to get rid of the shackles and become a particularly dazzling existence in Yokohama. He shouldn't be angry like this, it would disappoint the president's trust and love .

Perhaps thinking of the president, 19-year-old Edogawa cheered up and stood up: "That's right—in short, 'As long as I'm fine, everything is fine' is right!"

Ryosuke Araki clapped together: "That's right, that's right, take this as your motto."

Luanbu stretched out his hand towards him, and he walked over to give him a hug, teasingly said: "This time is a detective asking for a hug?"

"Almost." Luanbu let him go, turned his head away, and sat back in his seat, "Don't just guess what the detective is thinking."

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed an expression of "I've had enough", and clicked his tongue.

Araki Ryosuke looked at him after hearing the words: "As for Chuya, how about using 'Who dares to fight gravity' as your motto?"

"how about you?"

"I don't have supernatural powers." Ryosuke Araki blinked innocently, "The motto is 'Help! I'm calling the police! Wait for the police to deal with you' or 'Do you know who I am? I'm a friend of Chuya Nakahara, the king of sheep. '... something like this."

"..."

Whether it's calling the police or reporting his name, you ex-mafia are quite self-conscious.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also had black hair, and was about to express his own thoughts when a bell rang overhead, just like the incantation of Cinderella at twelve o'clock, the whole theater fell silent instantly, and the lights flashed on the top of his head. went out.

A beam of light hit the very center of the stage, but there was no one there. At this time, there were still whispers of unknown circumstances, as if rats were scratching on the wall of the sewer, but as a figure appeared out of nowhere in the beam Next, the sound all disappeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon, everyone! It's me, I'm doing a messy show!"

The boy with blond hair and golden pupils took off the tall hat decorated with playing cards, put it on his chest and bowed.

After a while, he raised his head, revealing that exceptionally superior and exquisite face, as if being favored by a god, attracting attention.

His left eye has a deep bone scratch, as if scratched by a wild animal, and his right eye is covered with a playing card, but this does not damage his appearance at all, but makes him full of strangeness and absurdity temperament.

It's just that there is a trace of hidden madness in this elegance and frankness, but it is concealed by the golden pupils that seem to be shining down on the sun.

- This is a top magician.

I'm afraid that anyone who looks at him will think so at the first time.The stage was simply made for him.

"I am Nikolai Gogol." He said happily, laughing happily, "Welcome everyone to come to my performance. I came here from the ice and snow of Russia, just for this moment!"

Gogol smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the sun had melted into honey in the golden eyes.

"Yokohama is really fun... But it's a pity that I have to perform a magic trick for the one and only person."

The female audience in the audience thought it was a deliberate provocation, and they couldn't help but burst into whispers of excited discussions.

Gogol's eyes searched the crowd, with a strange smile on his face, not like a clown magician - but like a king patrolling his domain.

Araki Ryosuke stared at him, and a ridiculous thought rose in his heart, that is, the other party came for him.

In an instant, the eyes of the two of them met in mid-air.

Ryosuke Araki was sure that this was not an illusion, obviously the other party could not see the room, but his intuition told him - he found him.

Under his gaze, Gogol slowly raised one corner of his mouth... It was a rather sinister smile, flamboyant and dazzling, but fleeting.

He looks away.

The magician snapped his fingers, and an apple landed in his hand. He caught it firmly and threw it in the air again, attracting the attention of the audience.

"Which lady is this?" he asked. "I can't thank you enough!"

A lady in the audience looked at her hand in surprise. The apple on the plate disappeared at some point, and appeared in the hands of the clown tens of meters away.

——Is this his ability?

They didn't even see him move!

If anyone from the world of Russia was here, they would definitely be horrified and immediately recognize who this blond boy with distinctive features is...

A super dangerous superpower, a clown named Gogol.

He has killed too many people in the laughter of magic shows, and those blood-splattered scenes and corpses have piled up his glittering resume.

He didn't try to hide his strength at all, and he didn't care that people in Yokohama noticed his abnormality.

——Because the person he wanted had already appeared.

This put him in such a good mood that he was almost humming.

After a short magic trick, Gogol threw the apple aside, clapped his hands, and cleared his throat.

"Now it's time for questions—excuse me, who is the best assistant for this magic trick?" Gogol put his eyes on the second floor, making a troubled look, "For better entertainment—the answer is, A mafia!"

He opened his arms in a hugging motion.

The audience cheered.

"Or... an ex-Mafia."

He blinked, and a rose appeared out of thin air in his hand, causing a burst of exclamation, he threw it into the air, and then disappeared out of thin air.

"—"

The audience was in an uproar, looking for where Rose had reappeared. This young man who was as bright as the sun was enough to arouse everyone's admiration.

Ryosuke Araki was stunned.

He lowered his head and looked at the rose that suddenly appeared in his arms, but before he could think about it, a figure had already appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Less than half a second.

The other party easily passed through this protective wall, without even alarming anyone's security, and appeared directly beside Ryosuke Araki.

Terribly powerful.

Gogol grabbed his hand, his gloves were made of top-quality silk, as cold as a stream of water, with the lifelessness of a corpse.

"Finally found you, Ryosuke~"

This young man is not the so-called little sun, his enthusiasm is the scorching heat from the burning corpse. Only those who understand his nature can fully realize this.

Contrary to his aura, his voice to Araki Ryosuke was very kind and considerate, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up abruptly, frowning and standing in front of him: "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, the figures of the two had disappeared.

Chu also widened his eyes, and Ranbu also stood up.

The next moment, Ryosuke Araki appeared in the center of the stage out of thin air, and a few more spotlights hit him, making a thumping sound.

He felt glaring for a while, and could barely open his eyes. He could only see the pure white light dangling above his head, and the faces of the audience in the audience were blurred.

——The supernatural ability is space transmission?

"My dear Fedya wants to meet you." Gogol whispered in his ear, "Thank you for coming to my performance."

Fei Jia? ——Fyodor D, the nickname of that weak Russian boy.

"Same as I thought." Araki Ryosuke said.

A meeting using a magic show as an excuse, exposed to the eyes of all forces, and creating such a deliberate public opinion effect, he is also looking forward to it... Maybe he wants to use this to lure him into the group?

But they forgot one thing, he, the number one heartbreaker in Yokohama.

The essence of human beings is gossip, not conspiracy theory.

No, or rather, he can already imagine that after today he can unlock a new achievement——

Extra!Ryosuke Araki eloped with the newly acquainted young magician in full view and fell in love with him at first sight. He abandoned his two rumored companions and his ex-boyfriend Osamu Dazai, and married his current boyfriend Enkidu, the most invincible scumbag of the century!

Stimulate stimulation.

Ryosuke Araki said calmly, "Where is the Fei Jia you mentioned?"

"Ask a magician like that," Gogol laughed, pinching his cheek narrowly. "Of course it's inside my cloak."

He hugged Ryosuke Araki, whistled, and the pigeons flew out of the hat, covering everyone's sight, and his cloak swirled, covering Ryosuke Araki's figure. People disappeared on the stage out of thin air.