[Comprehensive + Sword Dance] Warm Wind Story

The matter of combination finally came to an end.

Everyone ushered in their own short-lived ending.

Either they have found their goal, or they have found what they have been chasing, or they have fulfilled some kind of ambition—in short, for most people, the disaster in Yokohama has passed, and they are about to usher in a new era. life.

The inside of Hong Kong has always been quiet and serious, but in such a place, the leader and several cadres also had a restrained carnival.

"A few days ago, I mentioned your promotion to the leader."

Only a little sunlight illuminates the inner bar. There are two people sitting at the bar. They are both wearing similar black trench coats. One has blue eyes and wears a black hat that is almost inseparable. The other has pink hair casually rolled up and holds a terminal in his hand. What.

The one who spoke was naturally the cadre of the Hong Kong black, Zhongya Zhongya.

The bar was supposed to be closed during the day, but this is a bar affiliated to Hong Kong gangsters, so how dare they not welcome Zhongyuan Zhongya, who is a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters.

"Promotion?" Mentioning this, Qinghe raised his eyes, and finally stopped looking at the message from the terminal, "Isn't it just..."

"Ah, I nominated you to be an official cadre."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, speaking without concealment.

"Master Chuya." The bartender, who was forced to work overtime, didn't show resentment on his face, and asked Chuya Nakahara very respectfully, "Would you like a drink?"

"Oh?" Nakahara Chuya's expression brightened, but thinking that it was still daytime, he still suppressed his expression, "It's the same as usual."

"Understood." The bartender nodded, then turned to look at Qinghe, "Where is Master Qinghe?"

"What kind of wine do children drink?" Before Qinghe could tell his preference, Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted and made an idea for her, "Give her a glass of orange juice."

The bartender looked surprised. After all, he had served Qinghe before and knew that she could drink well.

"Master Chuya, I am an adult."

Qinghe tried to fight for his right to drink, but apparently to no avail.

"Hey, let's talk about it after this year." Speaking of this, Nakahara Chuya's expression became a little strange, "Tsk, obviously the drinking capacity is not bad, why is the wine so..."

"...Master Chuya is the least qualified to speak of me."

He heard his words clearly and peacefully, and rarely interrupted him with a blank expression.

"Forget it, just listen to Mr. Zhongye." Qinghe sighed, turned to the bartender with a formulaic smile and said, "A glass of orange juice, no ice."

"Yes, my lord."

Pretending that he didn't hear anything, the bartender turned around and prepared orange juice and the required mixing materials.

"Then back to the previous topic." Qing He, who could switch expressions freely, was now smiling again, "This proposal... Did Chief Sen say anything?"

"At least I didn't refuse." Chuya Nakahara, who heard what she meant, turned his head to look at her, "Matsumoto, that seat has been vacant for a long time."

"I know."

What they were talking about was, of course, the cadre positions left behind after Dazai defected.

"This position will not remain vacant."

Seeing the bartender push the wine over, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows and took a sip from the wine glass, showing a satisfied expression, and then said to her again, "Everyone has seen your ability. Because of you, our loss is worthless." It has been reduced to the minimum...the leader cannot deny this."

His expression was very calm, unlike the irritable ones when he mentioned Dazai in the past.

"As his disciple, you are very suitable for this position."

Everyone knows that apart from Dazai Osamu, Matsumoto Kiyokazu is suitable to be the new cadre.

But one will never come back, and the other thinks that this position belongs to Dazai and does not inherit it.

"……I'll think it over."

It turned out that the position was reserved for a certain hope that he knew would never appear.Now that Qinghe has seen certain things clearly, he naturally no longer insists on his original attitude, and doesn't mind taking over this responsibility—although it will be troublesome after taking over.

After finishing the orange juice, looking at Nakahara Chuya who ordered another glass of wine, Qinghe offered to leave with some amusement.

"This time?" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was half drunk, also glanced at her standing up rather strangely, "The leader probably didn't assign you any tasks, and even the palace department gave you the same vacation... What can you do? thing?"

"Because of the things I promised to do before, I am going to go to the appointment."

Qinghe blinked at him, and changed the subject calmly, "I'll be back soon, and I hope I won't see Chuya-sama drinking here. After all... the members here are not Mr. Hirotsu. How about saying , and only a supernatural being like Mr. Hirotsu can face the drunk Master Chuya without changing his face."

"—Nah, Nao Nao!" Zhong Yuan put the wine glass on the table with a little effort, turned his head away from looking at her, and chased her away in a tone that seemed to turn from embarrassment into anger, "If you want to go, go quickly... ... You bastard, you are obviously no better than me..."

It seems that they are very self-aware, but unfortunately they will never admit it.

"Huh?" After drinking another glass of wine, the young man whose cheeks were slightly flushed belatedly noticed certain details, "The person who has a date with Matsumoto...go to the date?"

Nakahara Chuya, who was keenly aware of certain things, suddenly became clear.

the other side.

The Armed Detective Agency was still as noisy as ever.

Ever since a girl named Izumi Kyoka joined the Butei Club, the Butei Club has become lively and lively every day, not to mention that it hasn't been long since they solved the combination, and it's time to be happy about it.

knock knock.

It was a short knock on the door.

It seemed that out of some kind of politeness, the people outside the door stopped after only a symbolic knock twice.If it weren't for Atsushi Nakajima's sharp hearing, I'm afraid everyone would have ignored it.

"I'm here. I'm sorry, may I ask..." Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously looked over, but he didn't expect to see someone who shouldn't be here, and he felt a physical resistance.

He jumped back and became alert like a cat, "—it's you!"

"Huh? Atsushi-kun, what happened..." Kunikida Doppo, who came over one step later, raised his glasses, and after a pause, he reacted similarly to Nakajima Atsushi, "——People from Hong Kong and Heilongjiang? What are you doing here!"

"Good afternoon, everyone in the Armed Detective Agency. For most of them, this should be the first meeting."

Standing at the door was Qinghe who had left the bar.

"Don't be so nervous."

The teenager Edogawa Ranpo, who was sitting indoors eating snacks, just glanced at Seiwa, and then continued to throw potato chips into his mouth. He spoke the purpose of Seiwa in a lisp and no tension tone, and seemed the most comfortable , "Although this woman is a quasi-cadre of Hong Kong black... Oh, no, maybe she will be a cadre soon."

"—Anyway, the purpose of her visit has nothing to do with the detective agency."

After finishing the summary, Edogawa Ranpo stopped paying attention to this side.

"He was right."

Just now, Kiyowa and Edogawa Ranpo had eye contact for a moment, they were stunned for a moment, and then made a consistent reaction of avoiding sight in the next second—probably because their abilities are so similar that the two sides have mutual affection for each other. After an instant understanding, the subconscious is unwilling to have a deep friendship and avoids it.

"This is my private action... I'm here to find Mr. Dazai."

Qinghe stated his purpose.

At the same moment, everyone's eyes turned to Osamu Dazai who was slumped on the sofa.

"It's Kiyokazu." Dazai, who was being watched, yawned indifferently, but the next moment he walked to Kiyokazu and held her hand.

"Have you finally accepted my invitation to die for love? Then let's go now—"

Wanting to withdraw his hand but failed, Qinghe gave up the plan to resist, sighed slightly, and under the eyes of Buteisha from guard to sympathy, he said helplessly, "I have no such plan, sir. It's just that sir promised to wait until the matter is over, You want to go somewhere with me."

"Ah, this matter." Showing faux pas, Dazai did not let go and put forward a new suggestion, "Before that, Xiao Qinghe, do you want to 'date' with me first?"

Because of Dazai's ability, Qinghe didn't know what he was planning, but even if he knew, Qinghe would not refuse the other party's invitation.

So in Buteisha's ambiguous eyes, Qinghe nodded with a smile, "Of course."

Although the two left in the name of a date, the place they went was not where ordinary people would go on a date.

The place Dazai took her to...was a cemetery by the sea.

"Why would you want to come here at this time, sir?"

She didn't use more rhetoric, nor did she do anything to cover up.Although Oda's death was a knife stabbed in his heart, only Qinghe knew that Oda was not an existence that could not be mentioned to Dazai.

Qinghe knew that he would come here every year to see Oda, and it was considered to be a visit to Oda's grave.But now there is still some time before the time for sweeping the grave, so he is suspicious of his behavior.

"Didn't Xiao Qinghe never understand why people like me stay in the detective agency?"

"Yes... did Mr. Oda say something?"

Two things happened one after another, if there is no relationship, it is absolutely impossible.

"Yes." Dazai admitted simply.

He stood in front of Oda Sakunosuke's tombstone, looking at the sea in the distance, "He told me...'If it doesn't matter which side, just stand on the bright side'."

"So sir left Hong Kong black as 'darkness'?"

"Because I'm in the dark, but I haven't found what I want to find." When Dazai said this, he met her eyes, "Anyway, it hasn't been a day or two since Mr. Mori hated each other. So I thought , listen to Oda Saku's words and go to the bright side to see... that's not bad."

"Have you found what you want?"

"No." He replied with a smile, "However, it's not all fruitless."

Qinghe didn't know that Dazai had seen Oda a long time ago, so naturally he couldn't judge, his mood changed a little at this moment.

"If the husband feels that it is meaningful to leave, that would be great."

She noticed his expression that had just become more real.

Although he doesn't know what he found after he left Ganghei, Qinghe still sincerely feels that apart from death, it is the greatest blessing that Dazai can find other meaningful things for him.

"Ah, sure enough..."

Noticing her expression, Dazai understood what she was thinking.

As far as Oda's matter is concerned, the lost and recovered feelings are very rare for Dazai, only at that moment, he has to admit that he has the idea of ​​wanting to grab something-even if this idea is only fleeting.

In fact, it was after seeing Oda Saku and his entourage that Dazai guessed something.

It was Matsumoto Kiyokazu who rescued Oda Sakunosuke.

—It was his moon that brought back the sun for him.

"...As expected, Xiaoqing is different from me."

With his back to the shoreline, Dazai squinted his eyes and showed a slightly different smile than usual.

Just like that night many years ago, there was an instant "movement".

Facing Qinghe's suddenly stunned expression, Dazai didn't explain anything, and even changed his expression in the next moment, intentionally laughing heartlessly, confusing the other party's thinking, making her unable to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't ask seriously.

Both Qinghe and Dazai stood beside the tombstone.Looking down from here, the entire sea is in sight.

The sea in Yokohama remained unchanged, and the wind with the unique smell of the sea blew across his cheeks. Although the wind was not strong, Qinghe couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

This used to be the place where Oda slept, but now, it is just a slightly special scenery.

They haven't spoken since Dazai said the words that she didn't understand.

Qinghe didn't try to think deeply about the meaning of what he just said. The experience in her childhood made her subconsciously skim over the deep meaning of that sentence, but she vaguely felt something Qinghe, and she couldn't pretend that she didn't hear it like before.

"What are Xiao Qinghe's future plans?"

It was Dazai Osamu who finally broke the silence.

"……what?"

Qinghe, who was still in a daze, subconsciously asked the other party, who knew that Dazai covered his face and laughed out loud.

Before Seiwa counterattacked with complacency, Dazai put away his overly happy expression, leaving only the curvature of his mouth not fully restrained.He said to her with eyes that see through everything, "Of course it's about Xiao Qinghe's belonging."

"Xiao Qinghe, it's the 'king'."

He said this with certainty, and he didn't intend to give her room to refute at all.

"Mr. Mori will know this sooner or later. At that time, Xiao Qinghe's position in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang will be even worse." Dazai seemed to have seen something, and the arc of his mouth widened a bit, with a trace of inconspicuous Interesting, "Xiao Qinghe doesn't want to be counted by Mr. Sen all the time, but if he doesn't accept his command, the only result is defection."

"What do you want to tell me, sir?"

Qinghe didn't think he would mention it for no reason.

Indeed, as a king, it is impossible for Qinghe to be a "subordinate" of other people as a king. If this matter is known to other kings, they will definitely think that she has a problem with her brain, and even if she fails to keep it neat, she will be recorded by the King of Gold .

Conversely, if Mori Ogai knew about it, he would either be in a passive position of being calculated, or he would find a way to get rid of or control him out of fear—just like what he did to his husband.

"Since you will always defect..."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, reaching out to her for the first time to invite her.

"—Do you want to come with me?"

Perhaps, he should hold his moon in his hand.

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(Currently correct a few bad sentences while you are not seeing it during the review)

Author San did it!That sentence came in handy!And it was finished before twelve o'clock today! (lie down contentedly)

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Osamu Dazai: Do you want to go with me?

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A. Good. (Come to a love that just goes away)

B. No, go away. (Want to say yes - but I refuse!)

Everyone knows what route they will follow.

You can choose whatever you want, and you can lose the author Sang's (that's how willful the heroine of All is when she sends a message for love).