chaldea travel agency

The little girl was standing in the stairwell, and the dreamlike soft sunlight in the afternoon passed over the window lattice and gently covered her body. Under the translucent white forehead, there were pink pupils.Exquisite dresses and hats add to her a doll-like and dreamy atmosphere.

"It's so cute..." I don't know who said that.

After the little girl heard it, the sugar content in her smile became fuller, and she invited in a childish voice: "Do you want to start? Let's start, the tea party belongs to you and Alice—"

"Hey, Mr. Dazai...!" Nakajima Atsushi had to remind the bandaged youth in a low voice, "It's too close! If you are not careful, you will be misunderstood as molesting a young girl."

Osamu Dazai rested his chin with his hands, almost touching the girl. He was standing on the highest step of the stairs. Because the sun was against the sun, others could not see his expression clearly.

"Big brother?" The little girl tilted her head, the bowknot hanging from the lower end of the braid was rippling in the air, and the pink pupil reflected the color like an abyss, which did not belong to her, but belonged to the young man alone.

Even turning a blind eye to the malicious gaze, is it naive or doesn't care at all, which side is it?

Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Kunikida Doppo saw him getting closer and closer, pushed aside the crowd and began to walk up, intending to hit his partner as punishment.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai straightened up and jumped up the last step as if nothing had happened, autonomously eliminating the little difference in height between him and the little girl.

The hem of the windbreaker drew a deep arc in the air, and when he was about to pass by the little girl, he patted the top of her head with his hands and praised: "Hmm~ Your name is Alice, right? It's a really good name to say..."

--Human disqualification.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai showed a slightly surprised expression.

"What, I thought I finally changed my taste a little bit, but it turned out not to be." Although it sounded like an annoyed tone, his expression was not like this, like a hound that found its prey, and then found another The toy killer of toys, "Let's go, the tea party needs a place to hold, doesn't it?"

As he said that, he continued to walk towards the fourth floor. There was a feeling of falling from the hem of his clothes. It was the little girl who was holding the corner of his windbreaker.

"Yes." Alice laughed. To Osamu Dazai, it was like a cup of black tea with a dozen cubes of sugar in it. The pink pupils did not shy away from the abyss's dumbness.

She just said in that lovely sweet voice, "Come, please, invite Elizabeth, Elspeth, Bethes and Beth, and you, the lonely one, to put all your troubles in a teacup Gululu drink it."

"You..." The bandaged youth paused, his expression suddenly becoming terrifying.

Atsushi Nakajima stood at the front, and when he saw this situation, he immediately called out: "No, Mr. Dazai!"

The teenager didn't understand why he said no, he just instinctively felt that if he didn't do something, something terrible would happen next.

That voice sounded like a slap in the face, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and then returned to his previous idle appearance, as if the horror just now was just a hallucination like Yang Yan, only the tenseness in the voice that has not subsided proved the fact that it really existed: " Correct you, Miss Alice, not a single one was taken."

leave that without end

If so, he walked to the fourth floor without looking back.

The atmosphere in the stairwell suddenly became awkward and silent. The members didn't know whether they should go up or down, so they were all stuck on the stairs between the third and fourth floors, looking at each other.

"oops?"

The door of the publishing house was pushed open, and a woman with a good figure and wearing a dark purple dress came out. She wore glasses with bead chains on it, her beautiful long hair was slightly braided, and a plaid pattern hung on her shoulders. The shawl is an extremely bookish and dignified woman.

As soon as Alice saw her, she seemed to see a cat's mouse, and she was very honest.

Hearing what happened just now from her, the female upbringing bowed down very well and invited: "I am the editor-in-chief of this publishing house, Fujiwara Koko. The originally scheduled itinerary should be visited by us on our own initiative Your company... how should I put it, ah wow, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, if this is the case, please come and sit in the company for a while and have a cup of tea?"

Everyone chose between curiosity and Osamu Dazai, and chose curiosity.

"excuse me."

"disturb."

Atsushi Nakajima also said to excuse me, just stepped into the gate of the publishing house, surrounded by fresh green leaves and light-colored flowers, forming an isolated horizon at the entrance.

Turning around this fragrant plant wall, the eyes suddenly open up. The decoration style full of women's excellent aesthetics makes the publishing house quite warm, and the light-colored tones make people feel relaxed.

The rest area and the office area are adjacent to each other, with only some hanging decorations in the middle as intervals.

The fly in the ointment is that, behind the desk, there are two heads leaning over the desk and writing.

"Oh oh oh oh oh, let's run, like the wind, like a wild wave, beating an angry horn on the deck! My pen will also become more delicate because of the sharpening of the deadline! Hamlet after the storm, or Macbeth, speaking of which, what we need most is travel!"

The short brown-haired man was writing a book, and sitting across from him was a blue-haired teenager, wearing a striped shirt and an ill-fitting white coat. It could be seen that he was in deep trouble because of the noise from his companions. in deep distress.

He scratched his blue hair even more messy, and growled with a pen: "Neither, the salary for overtime work on the rest day needs to be doubled... No, what I want to say is not this, but the lack of inspiration." , The publishing house that sets the deadline is the devil! Get it right, playwright, that guy is not Hamlet or Macbeth, the black-hearted publishing house can only be the businessman living in Venice, that penniless Sherlock!"

"Uh..." Atsushi Nakajima choked for a while, and described it in mild terms, "It's really busy."

"I made everyone laugh." Fujiwara Xiangko chuckled, put down tea and snacks for them one by one, then went to the office area, and greeted the two of them in a kind tone, "Teacher, how do you feel today? Can you finish a class smoothly?" Is this the original manuscript? Eh, no? That half should be no problem for the two of you, right?"

The two writers who were still complaining about it just now seemed like chickens whose vocal cords had been cut, and continued to write quietly.

"This is not a reminder at all, but a threat, right?" Tanizaki Junichiro looked a little unbearable.

Fujiwara Xiangko, who turned around to entertain the guests, happened to hear his words, and quickly waved her hands: "Where is it? As we all know, deadline is the first productive force."

The time in the publishing house passed quickly, and one or two hours passed without knowing it. Fujiwara Koko spoke elegantly and learned a lot, and talking with her can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his cheek with his fingers, reminiscing about the satisfaction he had just talked about with Ms. Fujiwara, and put the gift box in his hand on Osamu Dazai's desk: "Here, Ms. Fujiwara, please ask me to bring you a gift."

The young man glanced at the gift box, then lay back on the chair and put the copy paper on his face to block the light. Seeing his appearance, Atsushi Nakajima didn't want to disturb him. When he was about to walk away, Osamu Dazai suddenly said: " Boy, have you seen any new faces recently?"

"Mr. Dazai... When I was out on the job, I met a hundred if not a thousand strangers. It's really embarrassing to ask like this."

Osamu Dazai was still in a state of lack of interest just now, but now he is fully invigorated: "Then let's talk about the key points."

He raised a finger to draw the line for Atsushi Nakajima: "A new face who impresses you, isn't it difficult?"

……

run.run quickly.

Whether it's the sea breeze or the dim street lights hovering above your head, they all become sharp weapons that attack your nerves at this moment, so that you can raise your spirit a hundred times.

The man gave up everything and tried his best to escape from the grasp of the port mafia, and then exhausted his strength to run in the narrow dark place.He rescued those who were also imprisoned, not out of love, nor out of gratitude, but simply because he wanted to use these people to confuse the mafia members.

A young man wearing a windbreaker and a hat put his hands in his pockets, he didn't even run, he was strolling, in this dark street, he was the one who was more frightening than the ghosts and monsters themselves beast.

Although he was on a mission, Zhongya Nakahara kept thinking about what happened a while ago.

"I understand, leave the rest to me, Miss Hongye." He said.

A man who was about to be handed over to another department after the torture was over, escaped by taking advantage of the gap in the defense, and released the other detainees on purpose.

Kajii Keijiro is in charge of this matter. He knows that if this matter is reported, he will definitely die, even if the escaped prisoner is just an ant or a reptile to the port mafia, but this has something to do with the organization reputation.

He planned to find the whereabouts of the fugitive next, but he didn't expect to be assigned a new and urgent task. In desperation, he ran to Ozaki Koye's door and cried into a vast ocean.

"It's hard work for you to take a trip, Chuya" Ozaki Koye was about to go out with an umbrella, she seemed to remember something, and asked, "Speaking of which, have you heard about the incident at the intersection? Your friend's skill Not bad."

Zhong Yuan's eyes widened a bit, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, he received people with great fanfare, and this kind of thing must not be hidden from Hong Ye's eyes.

He thought about it, Lin Meimei is a Chinese girl, so it's not surprising that she and her cousin know some martial arts.

Koyo Ozaki just smiled, didn't say anything else, just told: "Go early and come back early."

While thinking, the leather shoe kicked the discarded soda can on the side of the road. After it rolled forward for a certain distance, it seemed that an invisible hand picked it up from the ground and then threw it out.

The small and sharp piercing sound elongated in the dark alley, and the huge fear mixed with the darkness, turned into a cage to trap the escaped man, and turned into a silk thread to hold the man's joints and heart.

It's not the darkness that makes people frightened, but the things hidden in the darkness. Ignorance makes people afraid, and the man who dared to provoke the port mafia finally realized his mistake.

In the face of absolute power, running away is meaningless.

"Help, save...I..." The man was hit hard in the lower back, and the unspeakable pain made it impossible for him to move, so he had to ask for help at the entrance of the alley.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, responding to his intentions, the soda can suspended in the air broke open from it, and unfolded into a piece of iron that was as sharp as a sword, easily removing the opponent's ability to move.

As if in agreement, he raised his head.

Fujimaru Tachika was standing at the street corner, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, looking at him with a pensive look.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a bad heart. Although he didn't directly execute the man, the scene of severed hands and legs was a very exciting scene for ordinary people.

Just as he was about to call the ambulance, the young man took a step inside, took a sip of coffee, and asked, "Are you working?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded subconsciously.

"Did this person do anything wrong?" Tatsuka Fujimaru continued to ask.

Although it is not a classified mission, it is not something that can be resorted to by unrelated personnel.What's even more strange is that the other party seems to have a magic power that is trustworthy enough to make people feel that it doesn't matter if they say it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his hat, covered his eyes, and replied casually: "It's not a big deal, the disobedient guy just resells things that don't belong to him."

The young man turned his head to listen to the murmured words of the man who was still breathing, and then asked: "The port mafia is...?"

"My work unit." Nakahara Chuya said, suddenly feeling like it was over.

Presumably this cousin will tell Lin Meimei the truth next. According to the normal trend, the rare pen pals who share the same interests choose to break up because they don't want to cause trouble.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and these few seconds seemed extremely long. This amount of time was clearly designed for torture.

There is regret in my heart, and there is a taste that I can't touch. When I think back to the time when I exchanged workplaces and complained, the feeling of sympathy is probably something that can no longer be replicated.

"You—" What you want to do, what you want to say to Lin Meimei, it's up to you. He originally wanted to finish saying this and then walk away gracefully.

Who knows, Fujimaru Tachika slapped his thigh: "To tell you the truth, I am actually very familiar with the mafia business!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also used his soul to make a question mark.