[Comprehensive] The Fate of Two Lives

"You mean, someone sent a strange letter to you?"

Yuan Zhengping looked at the light yellow dark pattern letter paper that had been torn apart on the table, and then looked up at Osamu Dazai.

"Well, I read this letter after I heard the news, and I was taken aback at the time—I always thought this letter looked like a threatening letter."

At this time, Osamu Dazai seemed to be in good spirits. After receiving the treatment with Akiko Yosano, he fell asleep contentedly, and his whole body looked like he had gained a new life.

Osamu Dazai moved his finger to a part of the letter paper, and Yuan Zhengping could see some obvious signs on the letter paper. The letter paper was a stick figure drawn with a pen, and the position shown on the picture was the armed detective agency that had been destroyed vigorously From the wreckage, it can be seen that the painters and painters are still good.

"Can you find out who sent the letter?" Yuan Zhengping turned the envelope over, but only saw a blank.

"It seems that someone sent it here, but I was not in the detective agency at that time, so I don't know very well."

As Osamu Dazai said, he drew a circle on the letter paper with his finger.

"Speaking of which, when I went back to the detective agency, I found out an interesting thing."

"What is it?" Yuan Zhengping asked curiously.

"Not long ago, in many other places in Yokohama, someone seemed to have received similar letters. But the people who received the letters didn't take this matter to heart." Osamu Dazai put down the letter in his hand, and looked at Yuan Zhengping.

"And those places happen to be the places where the retrograde army you mentioned appeared."

"It really sounds like a horror announcement." Yuan Zhengping picked up the letter on the table, and after carefully reading it for a while, he said:

"However, if there is no mistake, this painting should be written by Ping Xianle. Among the people I know, she is the only one with such ability."

"Are you talking about the woman who cooperated with the port mafia?" Osamu Dazai wrapped his fingers around his hair and said in an envious tone:

"By the way, I saw a picture of that lady! She is really a beautiful lady, and she is very suitable as a martyrdom object!"

"The object of martyrdom?"

"That's right, after all, in that young lady's eyes, there is a hopeless darkness."

Osamu Dazai stretched his waist upwards, and lay his whole body on the table.

Is it a hopeless dark color...that is correct.Ever since that person died, there has been such a dark color in her eyes.

"Some places around the Port Mafia have been temporarily rented by us. Most of those places used to be abandoned casinos and tobacco and alcohol places, or some gray areas of this place, the Port Mafia It's not easy to intervene." Yuan Zhengping said, and then showed the map:

"This is the distribution location. If you are interested, you can also go and have a look, although I don't think my people will welcome you very much."

"That's too much to say. But it's really thanks to you for thinking it out. But..." Osamu Dazai straightened up suddenly and leaned forward with his hands on the table.

"Neither you nor that person joined this struggle with the purpose of getting rid of each other, did they? If so, why can't we find a way to sit down and have a good talk? Or...you were killed by something Is something bound?"

"En." Yuan Zhengping answered directly, his eyes seemed to dim a bit.

"However, as long as you live in this world, you will always be bound by something, right? Isn't it the same for everyone?"

And even if they had a chance to sit down and talk together, the dispute still couldn't be stopped.After all, this is not a conflict between them, but a conflict between two families.

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In the office of the head of the port mafia, Sen Owai was sitting on the sofa drinking afternoon tea as usual, and Alice was sitting on a table not far away, drawing pictures. Everything looked very peaceful and tranquil.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of something cracking outside the door. After a moment of silence, there was another knock on the door, followed by some cold voices.

"It's me, Ping Xianle."

"Come in." Sen Ouwai said, and lifted the teapot to add some black tea to the porcelain cup in front of him.

Ping Xianle walked straight in, threw the broken mobile phone into the trash can, and then sat down in front of Senouwai.It's just that her face doesn't look very good, and she still has some anger.

"Did something happen?"

Sen Owai put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at the woman in front of him curiously.

"Things about those old guys at home." Ping Xianle said, and unceremoniously picked up the black tea on the table and drank it.

"Are you urging you again? They are really impatient people..." Sen Owai's expression seemed a little helpless, but he didn't say extra words to comment.

"Is there something for calling me this time?" Ping Xianle abruptly changed the subject, as if he didn't seem to be entangled in this issue for too long.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you - it's nice to relax once in a while."

Sen Owai rested his chin with one hand, and continued:

"By the way, I was really shocked when I saw you just now. You seem to have changed a lot. You are not like the cowardly little girl before."

"Really?" Ping Xianle glanced at Sen Owai, "I didn't expect that you seemed to be just an ordinary young doctor at the beginning, right? Now you have become the leader of the mafia. Your change is The biggest."

"Aren't you the leader of your family now? It seems that we are similar." Sen Ouwai said, and took a sip of black tea.

"No, I'm not like you."

Ping Xianle lowered his eyes slightly, and put his hands on his knees.

"You are the real leader, and I'm just a puppet of the family. And - the port mafia you lead will continue to grow, and the Ping family I belong to will be doomed to perish."

"If you want, I can help you get rid of those old guys." Sen'ou said with his head turned sideways, "If there were no old guys, your family wouldn't be so decadent, right?"

"No, let's be decadent, I don't care anyway." Ping Xianle took the notebook on the table casually, and painted on it with a red brush. With just a few strokes, the scenery outside the window was reflected in the painting on paper.

"It's amazing! Can this painting be given to me?" Alice appeared beside her at some point, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes looking at Ping Xianle.

Ping Xianle nodded, then reached out and handed the painting to her.Alice took the drawing paper in Ping Xianle's hand, trotted to her desk, sat down, and continued to draw.

"You still like to draw as always. But why don't you want to get out of this chaos?" Mori Ogai asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, no matter how I struggle, I can't break free from this silt." Ping Xianle said.He withdrew his gaze and looked at Sen Owai.

"This matter will be over soon, and I will ask you to maintain the law and order around you. By the way, don't let other people get involved. Is this okay?" Ping Xianle said, "Don't worry, I won't Destroy your beloved Yokohama. There will be some localized chaos at best."

"Haha, of course there is no problem." Sen Ouwai responded with a smile, crossed his hands against his chin, and looked at Ping Xianle.

"So, is there anything else you want to tell me? I will try my best to help you complete it within the scope of permission."

"It's nothing, thank you." Ping Xianle smiled at Sen Owai, looking a little tired.

——Even if there is, you can't help, can you?

"Do you really not think about it? Even if you stay with me, I won't mind." Sen Ouwai asked again after thinking for a hundred years.

"No, I'm not suitable to stay in this kind of place. Then I'll go first. If I stay here for too long, what will those old guys who like to send people to watch me suspect?" Ping Xianle got up and put The kimono on his body was slightly gathered, and he walked out the door.

"By the way, there seems to be some action on Pengo Lie's side recently, so you should be more careful recently. But as long as you don't get involved in this chaos, no one should come to trouble you, right?"

With the sound of the door closing heavily, the air seemed to settle down, and the only sound left in the room was the friction of Alice's brush on the paper.

"He's really a strange person... you think so, Alice-chan?"

"How do I know about that kind of thing?" Alice ignored her, just painting on her own.

I'm really curious... What is it that restrains that person?

"Rin Taro is really idle and has nothing to do. I have to find someone to chat with during the rare break time. I really have nothing to do." Alice's voice broke the silence again, and the intensity of the drawing on the paper seemed to increase. Quite a lot.

"No." Sen Ouwai's voice came over.

"I just feel that if we don't meet again now, we will never see that person again in the future."

It's like wind and dust passing by, if you don't pay attention, it will dissipate and disappear.