I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

The remote western restaurant is extremely deserted, there are no other guests except Tuosi who is sitting here, and the empty tables and chairs tell the story of poor management.

Dostoevsky slowly forked a piece of steak into his mouth, then paused for two seconds.

The lack of customers in this store is definitely not just because of the location.

After a long while, he chewed and swallowed the food without changing his expression, put down the fork in an orderly manner, and looked out the window as if nothing had happened.

The sky is shrouded in light gray clouds, with low pressure overhead. Humans with excellent eyesight can vaguely see tiny black spots tumbling in it, but upon careful observation, there is nothing, just like the illusion caused by visual fatigue.

As one of the contributors, Dostoevsky certainly knew that it was not an illusion. The dark clouds including the black dots were all real, and they were so thick that ordinary people could see them.

The situation is so serious that the energy of several major organizations in Yokohama should be concentrated on the wind point, unable to pay attention to other things, and Gogol's operation can proceed smoothly.

What?In front of Osamu Dazai, he acquiesced to temporarily abandon the previous plan, watched the human beings in this city fight against the mystery, and did not intervene?

He obviously didn't say a word, it was all made up by the other party. If anyone should be responsible for this small misunderstanding, no matter how you look at it, he is bullying him, a foreigner whose Japanese is not good, and relying on his teeth to deny him a chance to speak Dazai-kun's fault.

A shrill scream came from the street in the distance, and the dark clouds in the sky became stronger and faintly stained with blood, so even at such a long distance, Tuosi could imagine the riots in that direction.

To some extent, the bloody accident just happened is inseparable from the fact that Tuosi helped the Onmyoji to lay out the layout, resulting in an exponential increase in the number of monsters, but the smile on the boy's face remained unchanged.

In fact, even if he witnessed the catastrophe at the scene at this moment, Tosi would not feel any guilt in his heart.

After all, God is fair. He loves the world, so when he bestows happiness on the world, he also sends disasters to the world equally. Suffering is also normal.

Well, but if it's the kind of god that Osamu Dazai said, forget it.According to the news sent by his eyeliner buried in Europe, the so-called miracles did appear there, and the devout believers were so excited that they wanted to go to heaven.

This is not possible, except for the only true god of justice, these false gods, like all kinds of abilities and abilities in the world, are objects that need to be eliminated. Although it may be a little more difficult than dealing with human governments, it is not so difficult.

Just let him get the "book" in his hand.

But now...

There was a mournful tremor in the sky that ordinary people couldn't hear, and the dark clouds that had been gathering rapidly a few seconds ago shook violently, and then quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sun penetrated the clouds and shone into the city. It let out a sharp neigh, and then completely disappeared into nothing unwillingly.

As if moved by this wonderful sight, the commotion on the street where the accident happened stopped, replaced by bursts of exclamation.

"It seems that the wind acupoint has been resolved," Tosi's lips moved slightly, talking to himself silently, "but there is no news from Gogol yet."

Even so, the expression on his face was still as calm as usual, revealing the calmness of winning.

But in the next second, Tosi slightly opened his eyes wide.

A middle-aged man with a bald head came over and sat calmly on the empty seat opposite Dostoyevsky. His scrutinizing eyes fell on him and he asked slowly, "The leader of the House of Death?"

"..."

Dostoevsky made no answer.

He sighed softly in his heart, feeling that he still underestimated Dazai-kun—he was not playing with language alone in that conversation, and Dazai was the same, although the news of "God is coming" was released to establish a common enemy for both sides, Dazai But there was no promise that no one would arrest him.

The most depressing thing for Tuo Si was that he was sure that Dazai had really left Yokohama, so he would stay and direct the operation grandiosely, but in the end, his whereabouts were easily tracked down.

Sophistry is useless. As an information dealer, Tuosi certainly knows the identity of this middle-aged man. The other party's identity is important, and if he appears directly in front of him, of course he has confirmed his identity, and he must have enough people.

"Even the Chief Farmer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division can talk. It seems that Mr. Dazai's methods should not be underestimated. This time I lost." Tosi said softly.

That's right, even though he was arrested for miscalculation, he still had to kindly tell the officer the fact that he was tricked into applauding, and give Dazai some eye drops by the way.

"You don't need to sow discord, Dazai-kun didn't intervene in this matter." Taneda's eyes were sharp. After all, he was the person in charge of the entire official supernatural organization. , there will be no chance of being released from prison in this life."

"You'd better explain your plan in detail now, and help us catch the accomplices who conspired with you, and you can get preferential treatment as appropriate."

Tosi fell silent, struggling, as if thinking in his heart.

And the special forces brought by Changtian just pointed their guns at him and did nothing else because the chief had no order. But these people all know that Tosi is a vicious criminal, so they will not be deceived by his sickly appearance, just stare at him closely. He dare not relax.

The air in this corner is tense and stagnant.

Suddenly, there was a burst of melodious music in the western restaurant. Dostoevsky turned his head slightly, ignoring the clicking sound behind him because of his movements, and listened carefully for a while, with a slight smile in his red eyes.

But when he turned his head, that little bit of emotion was like falling snowflakes, leaving no trace.

"I confess," Dostoevsky looked sincerely at the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service in front of him, "All the members of the Rat of the Dead House participated in this matter, in addition to the Japanese Onmyoji family, Abe Seimei's descendant Tsuchimikado."

"I heard about the wind cave from them."

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"Okay, you're fine." The girl with the golden butterfly hairpin on her head stood up from the ground and announced with no expression on her face.

"Really, it's all right!" The man sat up in shock, and touched his chest in disbelief—there was a big hole in his clothes, but there was smooth and intact skin underneath, and the bloody wounds that had run through his entire body before There was no trace of it, it was like a nightmare.

He wept with joy, and it took him a long time to wake up from the ecstasy of being resurrected from the dead. He hurriedly raised his head to thank the doctor, but there were only onlookers in front of him, and no one even noticed when the girl left.

In fact, the person they were looking for was just across the street.

"I'm sorry, President, I couldn't hold back..." The girl who acted cold and cool in front of the patient stood in front of the silver-haired man and bowed her head obediently to apologize.

"It doesn't matter," Fukuzawa Yukichi said calmly, "Ranpo told you that the detective agency values ​​your sadness. It is your strength that you can't bear to see your life disappear before your eyes. You don't have to force yourself to change."

The author has something to say: Tuosi who was found by Luanbu.Of course, Tosi just wanted to go to prison.It is set that at this time, Koguri Chutaro has not yet joined the mouse of the dead house.