I have special resignation skills

The residence of Oda and the others is not on the street, and there is no noise of traffic and traffic, but the tranquility of nature.

The actor in the dark night stretched his body and yawned "Meow—"

Dazai slowed down so that Mao could keep up with him, and the sound of their footsteps was very clear on the hard concrete floor.

Just after passing a street light, Dazai stopped in his tracks.

In the unknown light, Dazai said slowly: "I found out who planted the bomb."

Mao was already a little sleepy, but hearing Dazai talk about this matter, she lifted her spirits again, and she was quite curious who would be so bold as to plant a bomb in Hong Kong's car.

She tilted her head slightly, pretending to be listening carefully.

It was obviously very quiet, but Dazai bent down to speak close to her ear, he exchanged a few shallow breaths, and then watched the white skin covered by the hot air become pink.

With a low laugh, Dazai put his hand on the back of Mao's neck and motioned her to come closer.

Mao didn't understand, so she just thought it was Dazai who was too cautious. After all, in a quiet environment, they didn't have to get too close to hear what each other was saying, so others didn't have to get too close to hear what they were talking about.

Maou obediently moved closer, his cheeks touched a little of the youth's fluffy and soft black hair.

——"I won't tell you."

Mao: ...?

As soon as Mao raised his head, he only saw the starry sky in the boy's kite-colored eyes. How could there be such a beautiful silver star in such lifeless eyes?Probably it is nature's pity and tolerance for weak human beings.

It happened that Dazai also lowered his head, and the undisguised smile on the corner of his lips was clearly dissected in front of Mao's eyes.

With such a distance, Shino suddenly understood one thing, that Osamu Dazai had grown a lot taller.

Although Shino couldn't look at him completely in the past, at least he didn't need to look up such a large arc to see his entire face as now.

The facial features have also grown, with a high nose bridge and thin lips, there is always a lingering gloom between the eyebrows and eyes.On the contrary, young people are very good at acting, and when they laugh, people can't tell the truth from the fake, which adds another mystery.

It wasn't until the old street lamps flickered a few times that they went out that Mao belatedly looked away.

The cat on the edge of the wall licked its paws and narrowed its eyes: "Meow——"

……

Osamu Dazai always likes to go to the slums recently, saying that he wants to collect clues to solve that matter.

Mao didn't bother him too much. Although Dazai usually fished and paddled, there was not one thing he wanted to do that he hadn't successfully completed.

Zhong also went on a business trip abroad, which means that Yokohama will not make any big moves in the near future, which also means...she can finally take a short vacation after a long absence.

Hmm... and then I was dragged by Dazai and ran to the slums together.

In Dazai's words, it's much more unobtrusive to bring a petite girl than to walk around with a group of subordinates with guns.

Coupled with the aspect of force value, Maou, a "psychic power user", is no more convenient than ordinary people carrying a gun.

Killing in silence.

Dazai came for a secret investigation, not for a meeting.

Today is a cloudy day that has not been seen for a long time. The abandoned houses look even more terrifying under the light and shadow, and some children are hiding under them.In this weather, tall and strong adults will come to patrol, and if they find a good thing, they will snatch it, and if they find a good face, they will take it away.

So the children generally only go out to look for food in the early morning or late at night.

Dazai skillfully led Mao to a small corner, which was obviously a place he often visited these days.

In order not to be so obtrusive in the gray slums, Shino also wore black and white clothing.At first glance, the two thought they were going to a funeral.

After waiting for a long time, a group of people came in front of them, all of them were strong and strong, their strong muscles were wrapped in sweatshirts, and there was a person with a terrifying scar on his face, and that person was holding a knife in his mouth. Cigarettes, it seems, are the leaders.

The position where Shino is located is their visual blind spot, just like separated by a layer of one-way glass, Shino can see them but they cannot see Shino.

I saw the scarred face standing and taking a few puffs of a cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out. "Boy, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't hand over your sister, I'll kill you both when I get annoyed."

It was only then that Mao realized that there was another person opposite them. She was about to poke her head out to take a closer look, but Dazai pressed her head, and Dazai put a finger on his lips, with a rare and serious expression.

Scarface spoke again, and he persuaded: "As long as you hand over your sister to us, with your strength, if you join us, young master, I will definitely not treat you badly."

The person opposite did not speak, and Mao only heard a slight cough.

With a "swish", at that moment, Shino seemed to feel that his hair was blown up by the momentum of the man's attack.

The black beast turned into a sharp geometric shape, directly piercing through the group of people.

The scarred face that was still triumphant just now covered his stomach and vomited a pool of blood.He underestimated the enemy.

This kid is strong... However, his qualifications are still too low, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his scarred face.

"You don't think it's that simple, do you?" With a bang, a black-haired child was kicked into Shino's field of vision.

A big bronze-skinned man came out. He was spinning a gun in his hand, and his eyebrows were raised and his grinning appearance was very inconsistent with his appearance, which was neither fish nor fowl.He put the gun between the boy's eyebrows, and laughed arrogantly: "Hehehehe, you don't think the scar on his face is a 'scar', do you?"

The child was dressed in rags. He wiped the blood with his trembling body, and his eyes were still fixed on the group of people.

Scar held the gun against the boy's head with one hand, and pulled out another gun from his belt with the other hand and pressed the trigger on Scar's face.

Scarface fell heavily on the ground, with the disdain for the boy before his death still on his face.

The big man blew the hot muzzle of his gun, and made an example to the monkeys, and taught the passers-by to kneel down to show their loyalty, trembling in fright.

"Stupid outsider." Osamu Dazai said softly, "'Scar'."

Dazai had no intention of going out, so Mao just watched the next development with bated breath.

The boy was lying on the ground with his body arched, his pale and sickly face dripping with sweat.

His breathing became heavier, and black spikes appeared on the ground, and the scar steadily avoided it, but the others were not so lucky, most of them were pierced through the heart, and there was panic on their faces. .

"Hee hee." Scar had anticipated the boy's actions long ago, and he tilted his head indifferently and clicked.

"Do you think I don't know you? You are the famous [Never Barking Rabid Dog] in Yokohama's slums. How could I not keep a hand."

Scar turned his head away.

"Brother..." A thin, long-haired girl was pulled out by her hair.

"Silver!" The boy roared angrily, and then coughed continuously, like a blowing box leaking air, and finally coughed up a pool of blood on the ground.

Dazai curled his lips in boredom, he put down the hand that had been pressing on Mao's head, and walked out of the shadows.

"I thought I could see a good battle, but I didn't expect you to be such a waste."

He said to the young man who was lying on the ground and clutching his chest, there was no wave in his eyes, as if it was not a living person, but a pile of garbage dumped on the ground.

Mao followed behind him, and obviously found that the eyes of the group of men stuck to Dazai's body immediately after she came out, and the greedy eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

Scar and his surviving men raised their guns at Osamu Dazai.

"What a good day it is today, and there are still people who take the initiative to deliver it to your door."

Scar is the leader of the foreign organization. He made his way in that small place, and his ambitions are growing day by day. The organization that grows by relying on human trafficking and drugs is the kingdom he built, and he is the king in the castle.

How could there be no guards in the castle? Scar heard about the famous supernatural being in the Yokohama slums.

He still has a lot of research on the slums. After all, he abducts a lot of beautiful children from the slums every year. The children in the slums are even more humble than the wild dogs on the roadside. Even if they disappear, it will evaporate like a drop of morning dew. , silently.

"Kill the man, catch the woman." Scar said proficiently, and the subordinates behind him gradually approached the two of them.

Dazai walked towards Scar unhurriedly, and he remained still until Scar put the gun on his forehead.

Just when Scar thought the boy would do something.He opened his arms and completely let go of all his defenses. He squinted his eyes slightly, looking forward to it: "Are you going to kill me? Just simply press the trigger. Come on."

Something is wrong, there is absolutely something wrong with this boy!Scar's heart trembled, and his legs softened and he took half a step back, a trace of hesitation and faint timidity appeared in his ferocious eyes.He always felt that he had seen this kind of boundless darkness somewhere.

Scar forced himself to look into the young man's eyes, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against the latter's brow again. He asked forcefully, "Who are you?"

This feeling as if I have become a guinea pig being played with by human beings, who is it? !

But the thin young man ignored it, just bent his lips and asked with a smirk in his eyes: "Don't you shoot, it's easy, just press the trigger and my head will be shot through, even the gods can't save it."

"You..." Scar's brain suddenly felt a stabbing pain, and he knelt down on the ground unexpectedly.

"Pfft..." The blood drew a cruel arc.

The man was suddenly attacked by a black beast, his whole head flew out and fell into the dry and dirty mud.His companions also fell.

The man opened his eyes, and at that moment he saw the boy's shoes. He also saw this scene a year ago.Back then, it was this boy who stepped on his head and shot him, but didn't kill him as if he was teasing a mouse.

Dazai Osamu's clothes were covered in blood, and when Mao was pulling his wrist, the blood also flowed down and stained Mao's palm and back.

Mao tightened her grip on Dazai's wrist, but she found she couldn't pull him back.

Dazai casually threw the custom-made expensive coat aside, and opened Mao's fingers one by one, which were slightly white and trembling due to the force.

Then he held the girl's hand, rubbing the sticky blood between their palms.