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As if aware of Jingujiquan's gaze, the man tilted his head and glanced this way, probably because he didn't recognize him, so his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, and he planned to look away after a hasty glance.

Jingongjiquan was about to let go of his heart, when he said "Huh?" and turned his gaze again.

This time, his gaze was on the nameplate on Izumi Jinguji's chest.

Oh come on!

The face is different but the name has not changed!

The dark brown head subtly turned a few degrees, paused for a while, and put on a thoughtful look, the palpitating and terrifying indifference emanating from the bones just now disappeared without a trace, and then a pair of kite The purple to dark red eyes widened, and the expression turned into a cute puppy. The mouth was flat and elongated, pulling out a very wonderful wavy mouth shape.

He smiled familiarly at Jingujiquan, obviously acting coquettishly, but his eyes clearly said "I recognize you".

——So, why does Osamu Dazai exist in this world!

When the faces of acquaintances appear in this situation, to be honest, there will not be the joy of reunion after a long absence, it will only make people feel horrified, and then they can't help thinking about a bunch of conspiracy theories.

Especially the person who appeared was this guy with a white face and a dark heart!

Before Jingujiquan could think more, Kane on the side turned his head in doubt: "...doctor?"

Jingongjiquan, who had been named, struggled in pain for a while, but still reluctantly stretched out his finger and pointed at the young man with wide-open eyes: "...just him."

Kane looked at his fingers, and was a little confused for a while: "But his physique is the worst among these people, and he seems to be a little mentally ill, although he looks good-oh," he suddenly said With a suddenly realized expression, he nodded again and again, and smiled tacitly at Jingujiquan, "I understand, let him be."

No, wait, what do you understand? !

Until he and Kane separated, Jingujiquan couldn't figure out what the smile that made him uncomfortable meant. He could only watch the security director go away. The well-behaved Osamu Dazai smiled very obediently at Jingujiquan when he saw him turning his head.

Jingongjiquan's heart softened at first by this smile, and then his heart turned cold.

Don't ask why, Osamu Dazai always smiles so innocently and harmlessly when he has bad thoughts.

"Spring~~~"

Jingujiquan's shoulders sank, and a sharp chin came up, and bones bumped against each other. Both of them felt a little uncomfortable, but neither of them avoided it.

The ending sound of the youth is elongated with a smile, so sweet that it can pull out several concrete tildes.

"It's been a long time, so you've been working here since you went back? It looks like a pretty good job, how's the salary? Is the immediate boss easy to deal with? Do you have any ideas about overturning him? Detective agency can Offer to help!"

Even at such a time, the dark brown-haired young man did not forget to expand his business. It can be said that he is a very responsible and good employee of the detective agency.

Jingujiquan's eyes glanced down, and he saw the dirty hem of Dazai's blue prison uniform, and two thin and lonely wrists protruding from under the ill-fitting too short sleeves, which were tightly wrapped in bandages. The solid skin lost its cover, revealing a section of dark brown broken skin covered with old layered scars.

This young man seemed to be heartless by nature, even though he was in a situation where he was treated as a prisoner, he could adapt faster than anyone else, and even laughed out loud.

"Don't be silly, I just came here, maybe I don't know as much as you do." Jingu Jiquan turned his eyes to look at Dazai's wrist, thought about the route back to the room, and pointed at Dazai to signal him to follow.

Dazai, who was greeted like a puppy, was still smiling, and obediently followed Jingujiquan down the stairs and passed the security check. It was not until the two of them closed the thick alloy door that they began to look at this simple and somewhat over-the-top two-bedroom apartment.

"This kind of experience is really interesting. Is Quan usually dressed like this? It's like the novels those ladies like to read."

Izumi Jinguji unfastened the shackles on his hands, and Dazai briskly walked around the coffee table, and threw himself into the soft sofa, with his long arms and legs spread out, like a big bony curly cat.

His movements also stretched the already short sleeves a little longer, and those layers of terrible scars spread from the wrist all the way to the forearm.

"Do you need a bandage?" Jingujiquan asked casually. He had already taken out a roll of snow-white bandages from the locker in his hand, threw it on Dazai's stomach, bounced it twice and rolled to the ground. Then the bandage shook out like a roll of paper, and a long one was dragged from the sofa to the floor.

Dazai straightened up happily, and the grandmother rolled up the bandages that had shaken out like woolen yarn, and began to wrap herself like a mummy skillfully: "Oh, Izumi, you are so kind! When those annoying guys took me out, they forced me to All the stock was taken away, and I was stripped clean... Hey, I am no longer the pure me."

Jingujiizumi's disgusting goosebumps covered his body, and he rolled his eyes with his back turned to Dazai.

Dazai's words can only be half believed and half believed. What he believes more is that the guards took away the bandages, and Dazai stripped them clean when they wanted to search the body. This guy is obviously lamenting that he didn't meet a female guard... No, if it was a female guard, he might be very happy to strip himself naked.

"So you've been in prison since you came here?" Jingujiquan asked while checking the things in this house.

Dazai lowered his head and tied the bandage neatly: "No, to be precise, he fought with the slug at the scene of the murder as soon as he came here, and then he was caught as a criminal hahahaha, it's so interesting Oh, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the face of that little black dwarf, his expression is so funny hahahahaha."

Dazai laughed on his own, his laughter was full of malice and black mud, which made Jingu Jiquan's face full of confusion and he couldn't keep up: "What?! Chuya is here?!"

Dazai leaned crookedly on the back of the sofa, and only poked out one head to look at him, with an aggrieved look on his face, curly dark brown hair hanging down his cheeks, making his face smaller and smaller, almost pitiful Childish and delicate, even those eyes are moist: "It's too much, isn't Quan thinking of caring about me, but caring about that little guy?"

His complaints were so sincere that Jingujiquan seriously reflected for a second on whether he was a bit too biased. Fortunately, he quickly came back to his senses: "No matter how you look at it, you won't be the one who suffers between the two of you." Right! Thank God if you don’t bully me, okay?”

"Thank you very much for Izumi's trust in me!" Dazai narrowed his eyes happily again, "I told the police that the man was killed by that little man, and I was just being coerced, so when the foundation came to pick someone, it was the first step. Got the right to choose—"

The young man with short dark brown hair saw a hint of worry in Jingujiquan's eyes, and added slowly: "But even though she is called Miss, slugs are not as delicate as you imagine."

·Japanese National Prison·

In the narrow and messy cell, a short young man whose hands were bound by shackles kicked the burly man who was forced to come up with his legs, and the weight of more than 200 kilograms hit the railing of the cell, bringing out a burst of shock. There was a loud sound of toothache, and there were already a lot of moaning men lying down on the ground around, and the only young man standing was very eye-catching.

In the fearful and terrified eyes of everyone, the young man in black with orange-red hair gritted his teeth, his blue and clear pupils shrank, and he growled out the name of the person who made him fall into this state: "Damn—— — Dazai!"

The sound of chains dragging stopped outside this cell, and the prison guard/electricity/stick slammed on the railing to warn: "Stop! Now I'm giving you a chance to get out of prison, trash, take advantage of it!"

The motionless young man in the shadows tilted his head and looked over, as if a wild beast had found a new prey, with a fierce and cold light in his eyes: "Huh?——What did you call me?"

Tens of meters deep in the shelter, Dazai suddenly sneezed and blinked his eyes: "Hey, is there any lady missing me?"

Jingujiquan rolled his eyes again: "I think someone is scolding you."

The two of them put their heads together in front of the table and sorted out the poor information at present, but found that there was still a lack of key information, and the mission information sent by Lauder had already added hundreds of missing people, and there was no need to wait any longer. No benefit, so he sent a message to Kane, asked him for the most elite tactical response team, and took Dazai out of the shelter where he stayed for less than twelve hours.

Putting on the familiar windbreaker, Dazai obviously felt much better. He rolled up his sleeves to the most comfortable position, shook his shoulders, and stretched his whole body.

When he saw the seven tactical personnel, Dazai greeted them with a smile. His attitude was so natural that the seven were a little confused. Obviously, he didn't understand why a cannon fodder would have such a happy mood. The look in Dazai's eyes was wrong.

Jingujiquan pulled the off-line Dazai back behind him, and gave them a brief task notification. Kane listened for a while, and seemed to remember something: "Oh, yes, because your security level is relatively high. , in addition to them, there will be a mobile task force to protect you, they are already waiting for you outside."

Jingujiquan nodded indifferently, and once again took out Dazai who was trying to commit suicide by sending his head into the elevator door, and thanked him without changing his expression.

But his face remained unchanged, and when the door of the shelter was opened and he saw the leader outside, he cracked again, and for the first time, he had sincere respect for this foundation.

Isn't the SCP Foundation just an organization with a strange collection habit!Although this organization has a little special hobby, a little more ambitious goal, and a little panic burning too much money...

Why is it that a foundation organized by some kind of abnormal scientist can invite the head of S[-] to be a member of their mobile task force!

The dark blue short-haired man wore metal-rimmed glasses, and he still had a dignified, introverted and upright appearance, leaning against the hood of a big jeep with a dirty shell, with a lighted cigarette between his fingers, and a fistful of light on his waist Jingu Jiquan was so familiar with the saber that he could imagine it even with his eyes closed, and several men in uniform gathered scatteredly on one side.

Dazai was still walking forward, and suddenly felt that his friend who was walking beside him just now had stopped moving, so he followed his gaze curiously, and met eyes with Reiji Munakata, who also noticed the movement and looked over.

The two men with completely different personalities and world standards looked at each other for a moment, and the wide-open hood was closed forcefully with one hand, making a loud bang.

A gloomy and low-pressure voice sounded faintly from behind: "Director, next time you have this kind of work, please don't let me do it, my salary does not include this kind of work—"

The thin black-haired young man rolled up his sleeves high, his hands were covered with black oil stains, he had to raise his elbows to support the black-rimmed glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose, and when he turned his head, he saw a dull expression Jinguji Spring.

"Tsk."

The black-and-black youth with a patch of sleep deprivation clicked his tongue impatiently, habitually avoiding the probing eyes of strangers, and was about to get into the car as soon as he bent down.

At the moment when the car door closed, his heart suddenly moved.

The genius with a very high IQ frowned and pondered for a while, then glanced at the man at the door again inexplicably.

Black hair and black eyes, moderate build, average height, very typical Asian male features, good looks, wearing a white coat, no different from the researchers I met in the last shelter, and there are so many of them in the Imperial Pillar Pagoda A scientific lunatic, he has long been familiar with it.

but……

Did he... meet him somewhere?

In the distance, Jingu Siquan looked blank, and the groundhog in his heart had already let out a sky-shattering scream.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what is going on in this world!Is it going to end in the next second?If there is Dazai, why would there be Munakata and Fushimi!

Don't say anything, he thinks the foundation should take these guys into custody before setting out on a mission!