I'm acting in Yokohama

The few people in the store were really frightened by Sawagawa's coma this time, and the small medical room in the basement was well repaired.

However, no matter how precise the instrument is, no matter how clever the method is, the conclusion drawn is still——

"There is no problem, very healthy." Mori Ogai looked as expected, he looked at Sagawa with burning eyes, and he almost wanted to drag the person to the operating table and directly dissect it, to see why this person without a heart magically has vitality.

Naka also stood in front of Sawagawa unobtrusively, blocking his gaze.

Mori Ogai smiled nonchalantly, and said, "Nakaya is really protecting his weaknesses."

"There's no problem, hurry up, everything is ready~" Dazai poked his head out from the stairs, and waved at them.

The full-body examination took quite a while, and the layout of the first floor was quite different during this period. The walls were covered with ribbons of various colors, and strings of balloons flew on the roof, with the words "Welcome back" written on them. typeface.

Rimbaud and Oda were lying in ambush on both sides of the stairs, and when Sagawa came up from the basement, they sprayed a small streamer with a salute.

However, neither of them are expressive and expressive people. Even with such festive movements, there is no happy expression on their faces.

"..."

Sagawa shook his head dumbfoundingly, combed his hair with five fingers, and took off the little ribbon: "What are these? How are you so proficient, and you can handle these in such a short period of time."

"Because it was prepared a long time ago, it will finally be used this year." Dazai pushed his back, and surrounded him to sit at the bar.

This is the second month after he was in a coma. The little dagger suggested that these things will place hope in the good wishes of human beings and will play an unexpected role, and the owner can also hold a celebration for him after he wakes up.

No one here except Xiaodao would believe such a statement, but they prepared these by coincidence.

Sagawa was stunned when he heard his words, his eyes softened into a ball of cotton, no matter where he was, the feeling of being waited on was always a special kind of warmth.

"So let's have a good celebration today!" Dazai changed his voice, took out a pile of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, and put it on the bar with a bang.

He smiled a devil in his heart.

I've never seen the store manager drink alcohol before, presumably after being drunk, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are blurred.

"Huh?" Sagawa subconsciously refused, "If I say so, I won't drink, I'm not very good at drinking."

In Uruk, whenever there is a large celebration ceremony, his wine glass will always be filled with fruit juice. In Wang's words - it is better for everyone that he is sober.

After joining Hong Kong Hei, except for accidentally drinking a glass at the welcome ceremony on the first day, he never touched alcohol again.

"How can this be! This is to celebrate the return of the store manager!" Besides... Wouldn't it be better not to know how to drink, making people even more curious about what the store manager looks like after being drunk~

Dazai touched the wine bottle secretly...then he was kicked aside again.

He stood up and patted his clothes indifferently, and said indifferently as if giving up: "Forget it, forget it."

Sagawa glanced at him suspiciously, not believing that he would give up so easily, but then he was distracted by the exciting music. This cat cafe has never been so lively.

Little Short Knife was coaxed into drinking by someone, and now he is dragging people around to dance with him in a daze.

"Wow!" Dazai dodged the oncoming knife light while holding the plate, and put down the dessert together with Oda.

"New variety, I haven't seen it before." Sagawa picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth, then froze.

"When Oda was accumulating materials for novels, he would occasionally learn cooking skills." Nakaya also ate a piece.

Then Qiqi and Sawagawa stiffened in position.

"What's the matter?" Seeing their strange expressions, Oda took a sip himself, and then his face twisted like theirs.

He spit out the hot and sour pastry in his mouth. The taste was indescribably weird. After pouring down a large glass of water, he threw the glass in his hand towards a corner without changing his expression.

Dazai dodged narrowly and narrowly, and the laughter that had been suppressed for a long time finally rushed out of his throat.

"Pfft—hahahahahaha—"

He smiled and pointed at the two people behind Oda, motioning for him to look back.

Nakaya boldly put his arms around Sagawa's neck with one hand, with an excited smile on his face, holding a wine glass in one hand, and pressed it to his mouth abruptly: "How can a man not drink?! Sa-Yohiko! Come on Let's—! Come and become a man——!"

What a dangerous statement!

Sagawa actually let him drink a few sips of wine in a daze, and Oda hurriedly pulled him away.

For some reason, Sagawa became quiet after drinking.

Because of the indescribable taste in his mouth, Nakaya accidentally drank the high-strength alcohol that Dazai had changed in advance when he went to pour water like Oda.

He was holding the wine bottle at the moment, chasing after Dazai with an overly excited expression on his face, and said loudly: "The person who shouts to commit suicide all day long is still running now! Alcoholism is a good option, bastard, give it to me!" stop!"

"No~I want~" Dazai complained while running, "Really, who wants to see you drunk and crazy, what I want to see is the shop manager when he's drunk—it's the shop manager!"

"Oda." Sawagawa said suddenly.

Oda was watching the fun, he put down his glass and turned around: "What's wrong?"

"I wanted to ask you before, how about praising the greatness of the king when writing a novel?" Sagawa's voice had a drunken twang, which sounded muddled and unreal.

Oda didn't wonder why he suddenly brought up this topic, but thought about it carefully along with his question: "No, as for the subject matter of the novel, I'm more inclined to..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason: "..."

It's strange, I don't know why I suddenly feel a chill, although there is no warning from the supernatural ability, but there is a very dangerous feeling.

"Why?" Sagawa approached him curiously, put his hand on his shoulder, leaned his head closer, and there was a faint smell of alcohol when he spoke.

"I prefer stories about ordinary people... right?" The trembling feeling became stronger and stronger, and even Oda had to add the word "bar" with a strong desire to survive.

"No!" Sagawa stood up from the chair suddenly, startling Oda, he touched the skin of the back of Oda's neck with a smile, it was creepy.

Oda shrank back calmly: "Why, what's wrong?"

"The brilliance of the king is so dazzling, isn't it worthy of future generations to write for him and write a magnificent chapter handed down from generation to generation?" Sagawa looked at him with a smile, full of the meaning of "If you dare to say no, I will kill you".

Oda: "...May I ask, the king you are talking about is..."

"The king has all the treasures in the world, is impeccable but is willing to shoulder the king's mission, has an incomparably outstanding commanding ability, and has created a prosperous civilization!"

Oda: "..." So who is that?

never mind.He pressed his forehead with some headaches. The other party was obviously drunk. What he said to a drunk was probably made up, and he would forget everything when he got up tomorrow.

Just about to move him back into the room, Oda suddenly realized that Rashomon had wrapped his hands around him at some point, firmly fixed him on the seat, and another black shadow handed him a pen and paper .

"Hurry up and write, you must write down Wang's demeanor in its original form." Sawagawa patted his head kindly, as if he would wring your head off if you don't write.

Oda: "..." So who is the king? !

Three drunks disturbed the store, and the culprit had nowhere to escape, and was forced into a corner trembling.

"What's the matter Dazai." Sawagawa tilted his head with some confusion in his eyes, "Let's sing praises to the king together. There are no words of praise that can be exaggerated."

Dazai didn't dare to swallow his saliva. He hung a small dagger with a sharp blade under his neck, hanging upside down on the ceiling, and looked at him with a smile from the left: "Quickly respond to the master, or you will dance with me!" ~"

Dazai: "..." No, he doesn't want both.

The wall on the right was crushed with a punch, Chuya leaned against the wall and looked at him dangerously: "What's wrong? Dazai?"

Dazai: "..." It's nothing, it's just that the wall looks a bit like his skull about to be smashed.

He cast his eyes for help to the future novelist who was still forced to sit on the bar: "Help me—Oda Saku—!"

Oda: "...The brilliance of the king must be difficult for ordinary people to describe. I have to think about the wording."

He pretended not to hear Dazai's call for help, and tapped his fingers on the table, as if trying to think hard, while Rashomon, who was supervising him, shook with satisfaction.

Who is to blame when things get to this point, Dazai? !Occasionally eat the bitter fruit you sow.

That night, Dazai used the words of praise he had known all his life, and deeply understood a truth: learning makes a person strong, and if he doesn't learn, he can only be pushed to the ground and rubbed.

The few people made noise from daytime until late at night, and finally when they got tired from playing and calmed down, most of Dazai died.

"..." I'm sorry he was wrong... dare to do it next time.

The Frenchman, who had been hiding upstairs for a long time, came down vigilantly from the second floor with the cat in his arms. He kicked Osamu Dazai, who was lying dead beside him: "Take them all back to their respective rooms."

Dazai wriggled on the floor like a loach: "I don't have the strength, no~ want~"

After speaking, he seemed to have remembered something, and jumped up from the floor in an instant: "It's my fault, don't worry, I will send the store manager upstairs."

Rimbaud frowned, and Oda resigned himself to packing up the shop: "Let him go."

Dazai happily hummed an unkeyed song, carefully placing the person on his back on the bed.

"Manager~Manager~" Dazai pinched Sawagawa's nose maliciously to prevent him from breathing, and leaned into his ear, his voice lowered, "Was the only one who kidnapped you back then was the Supernatural Secret Service Division?"

Under the influence of alcohol, Sawagawa completely forgot that he didn't need to breathe. After his nose was pinched, he opened his mouth aggrievedly, trying to get fresh air.

Dazai looked amused, and then squeezed his lips tightly without hesitation.

It's soft and feels good... The pad of the thumb rubbed against the soft lips.

Sagawa was so annoyed, he frowned slightly, and waved his hands in the air casually.

Dazai simply turned on the bed and pressed on him, his slightly curly chestnut hair fell down, he clamped Sagawa's arms with one hand and raised them above his head, his eyes glanced at the other's raised slender neck meaninglessly.

"Be good." Dazai's gentle voice was dangerous and treacherous at the moment.

"The store manager is well aware of what happened back then, s——tell me, did Hong Kong gangsters get involved?"

It is true that they are the boy Sagawa who was rescued from the supernatural spy department, but this does not mean that there is no trick in it. Unfortunately, even if he joined Hong Kong and black, he did not find any useful clues, and the other party handled the relevant things very cleanly.

The most doubtful is the current leader of Hong Kong and Black, Mori Ogai.

"Hong Kong black...?" The young man struggled to open his drunken eyes and stared at him.

"It's really a foul, manager, if you look at me like this..." Dazai's collar parted slightly due to the movement of suppressing the other party, and he looked down at Sawagawa condescendingly.

"... Forget it, I'll let you go." For some unknown reason, the hunter voluntarily gave up the prey under his sharp claws.

Dazai turned over and sat up, tidied his clothes, helped Sawagawa wrap the quilt tightly, pushed his somewhat messy hair to the sides, and said softly:

"Welcome back, manager."

the next day--

Sagawa opened his eyes in a daze, but he didn't feel like he had a splitting headache after a hangover, after all, he only took a sip.

When the memory came back, he pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Dazai..."

Originally thought that the other party joined Hong Kong Hei for the boring reason of finding the meaning of life, but didn't expect it to be for him?

When I went downstairs, I happened to see Nakaya beating Dazai violently because of yesterday's incident.

"Good morning." Seeing that Zhong also stopped his movements because of his arrival, Sagawa added with a smile, "Don't worry about me, just continue with Chuya."

Nakaya kicked Dazai to the corner, looked at the fully dressed Sawagawa: "Are you planning to go out?"

"Yokohama has changed a lot, I plan to go out for a stroll." Sawagawa held a small dagger, and even hugged a black and white cat in the corner.

When passing by Dazai, thinking of what the other party said inadvertently last night, he seldom softened for a second and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Dazai never expected that he could still remember what happened last night, and now he showed a dazed expression in front of his nonsensical words.

Sawagawa went out with a short knife.

Dazai, who was still dazed, immediately showed a triumphant smile like a sneaky fox.

Some people break up when they're drunk, and some don't.

What he gambled on was that the store manager would remember what happened last night, so his purpose last night was not to get any clues at all.

A crying child has candy to eat. He just wants to "cry" in front of the store manager. Facts have proved that most of the previous experience is correct. Didn't he get a candy?

Dazai, brimming with spring breeze, turned his head and met a dark face: "..."

Zhong also squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Did anything happen to you two last night that I don't know?"

Dazai didn't show anything at all, he just opened his mouth and said, "No-tell-tell-you-"

Then he continued to be chased and beaten by Chuya.

When Sagawa was wandering the street with a small knife, he accidentally bumped into a passerby. After apologizing to the other person, he looked at the shoulder where he had just collided with the other person.

Finally waited until the opponent made a move.

Handing the cat to Xiaodao, Sagawa squatted down and rubbed his head and said softly: "Go for a stroll, I will call you back later, you are welcome to like anything."

Luan didn't ask why at all, and left with the cat in his arms. Anyway, his body was still on the owner's body, and he could rush to it immediately in case of danger.

He really likes Touken Fusangshin more and more, Sawagawa thought, and then walked in a certain direction with a clear goal.

In the Hongkong Building——

"The target has been successfully tracked down, and now the other party is at the... Armed Detective Agency."

Mori Ogai pressed his temple pretending to have a headache.

Going to the Armed Detective Agency at this time, besides investigating what happened back then, is there any other purpose?

Back then, in order to stir up the conflict between the Supernatural Secret Service and Sawagawa Yoshihiko, he used the supernatural ability of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was also a Rashomon, to quietly kill the people of the Supernatural Secret Service.

When the other party decided to kidnap the boy Sawagawa, he injected him with a drug that destroys muscle tissue in advance, and dumped the blame on the Supernatural Secret Service Division. By the way, when the other party was almost in Hong Kong, he released the water of the entire Pacific Ocean, allowing the other party to escape smoothly. .

What happened afterwards was not wrong as he expected. After Dazai and Nakaya joined the Gangsters, the conflict shifted to between the Supernatural Secret Service and the Gangsters. the desired position.

After reaching an agreement with the Supernatural Secret Service Division, he immediately and reasonably disposed of those people who knew about it... The only imperfection is that the boy Sawagawa died, and the other fell into a coma, oh yes, he is still awake now.

"Since you are awake, why bother to pursue the past." Mori Ou pretended to sigh, "I heard that there is a group leader in the United States who is very pitiful. He has always wanted to resurrect his daughter and comfort his wife. I believe he will treat Yoshihiko's body well." Be curious... After all, it is a miracle that you can still live without a heart."

"Yoshihiko should be very happy to help him." It just so happens that the combined invasion can also disrupt the position of the Armed Detective Agency, leaving them no time to take care of this matter. When there is time...the employer is dead, is there any point in pursuing it?

"And Mr. Akutagawa has stayed in the United States for three years, so I will leave this task to him. By the way, I will inform him that he should come back." This remaining insider of the plan back then had to give up for the sake of Hong Kong gangsters' survival... It's obviously a good chess piece, but it's a pity.

In the Armed Detective Agency—

The person who received Sawagawa was a gentle-looking young man with orange hair. He called himself Tanizaki Junichiro.

"What's the matter with you?" Tanizaki scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Because of other commissions, only my sister and I are left in the detective agency."

It was completely different from Mori Ogai's guess. Sawagawa didn't even mention what happened back then. He put his hands together and said with concern on his face: "My brother is lost, I wonder if I can ask you to help me?"

Tanizaki and his sister looked at each other: "...it will be faster to hand over such an incident to the police."

Sagawa suddenly realized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's because I was too anxious. I passed by downstairs and saw the sign of the detective agency, so I came up without authorization. I caused trouble for the two of you. I will go to the police station."

"Hahaha, it's okay. Of course, if the police can't do anything, you can come to us again." Tanizaki pointed out the location of the police station to him, and left him a business card of a detective agency, in case the police can't find anyone. Let Mr. Ranpo help you find it.

Sagawa gratefully went out the door, and when he turned around, the anxious expression on his face faded.

When he was far away, he tapped the dagger in his sleeve: "You can come back."

Gang Hei should have received information that he has been to the detective agency. With Mori Ogai's suspicious character, let alone he only sat in the detective agency for less than 10 minutes, even if he was on a street next to the detective agency. He will be suspicious when he walks around.

Coupled with his philosophy of striking first, he must make some moves soon.

When Sagawa returned to the store, Chuya happened to receive a call, and he heard Zhongya politely reject before hanging up the phone: "Sorry boss, you should leave the task of going abroad to someone else."

This is what it means to transfer Zhongye.

Sure enough, as he expected, Mori Ogai made a move.

Sagawa put the black and white cat, which had been skinned for a day, back into the cat climbing frame. The moment he got up, the world around him stood still like a broken mirror.

"Master?!" The little dagger was a little frightened, subconsciously drew out his weapon and blocked it in front of Sagawa.

"Don't worry, this branch line will be broken soon, and we will go back soon." Sawagawa put back the weapon of the small dagger along the scabbard, and there is not much time left for him. I hope Mori Ogai moves quickly a little.

"Really?" Little Short Knife was overjoyed, "Wouldn't it be possible to see Brother Yiqi and the others soon?"

Sagawa touched his head: "Yes."

The moment his voice fell, the broken world was reassembled, and time flowed again.

At dinner, Dazai, who never forgets to drink, took out the leftover wine from yesterday and put it on the table boldly: "Don't waste it, let's continue today."

The others rebuffed straight away: "No!"

"Really don't want it?" In order to win over the alliance, Dazai quietly approached Chuya's ear, "The store manager is super attractive when drunk, don't you want to watch it?"

Chuya broke the chopsticks in his hand: "This kind of thing...how do you know, bastard Dazai!"

A scene of bloody violence happened in the corner, and no one at the dinner table paid attention to it. After everyone had eaten and drunk, Dazai shrank behind the bar aggrievedly, hugging his small flower pot and pretending to weep silently.

The crisp sound of the wind chimes sounded, and Dazai immediately raised his head in disbelief: "It's so late, the store manager is going out?"

Seeing that he was bullied so badly, he didn't even have the slightest intention to come over to comfort him. Could it be that he didn't sell hard enough last night?

"Go out and enjoy the night view before winter comes. If you pass by a convenience store, I will buy something and come back. Tell me what you need." With these few people around, it would be even more difficult for Mori Ogai to attack.

Today's Yokohama is much more peaceful than in the past, and with the small dagger following them, few people are not at ease.

Oda thought for a while: "There are no more potatoes for curry. If you can, please bring me two back."

Sawagawa gestured to him that there was no problem.

Although he expected Mori Ogai to act quickly, he didn't expect the opponent's actions to be so fast.

On the shore, Sagawa looked at the extremely familiar person across from him and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

What a coincidence, Mr. Francis, who let him experience the iron fist of money, did not expect the people brought by Mori Ogai to be so in line with his wishes.

The familiar red and black beast roared and attacked Sawagawa from behind the opponent. The small dagger was startled, and quickly slashed the attack. Looking at Rashomon who was obviously standing opposite him, he was a little confused: "Master... what is his relationship with you?"

The thinner Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his mouth and coughed twice, he was rarely surprised by the completely different reaction of the small dagger from ordinary people.

relation?What could he have to do with his enemies?

Sagawa guessed the existence of Akutagawa early in the morning, and even prepared a script for them. The questioning of the small knife was a god-like assist, and it also provided an entry point for his script.

I saw Sawagawa taking a half step back in a rare gaffe, looking at Akutagawa with mixed feelings in his eyes: "... Ryunosuke?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of shocking the other party, and the words were broken due to tension, and anyone could hear the strong emotion in them.

Akutagawa:? ? ?

Who are you? ? ?

Francis was originally standing leisurely with folded arms, but at this moment he also looked at Akutagawa with some doubts because of Sawagawa's superb acting skills.

Although the other party claimed to be a Hong Kong gangster, he checked and found that there was no such a number one figure in Hong Kong gangsters, and even the American branch denied his existence.

Originally, he didn't care about Akutagawa's identity, after all, the information he gave was very valuable, but now it looks more like the two sides jointly set him up.

Akutagawa was enraged by his suspicious eyes, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he immediately attacked Akutagawa.

Rashomon turned into a sharp blade to pierce the enemy, but was blocked in the middle, Akutagawa opened his eyes wide and muttered to himself: "... how is it possible?"

It was another Rashomon that blocked his attack.

Sagawa gradually approached him, his eyes were gentler than the moonlight tonight, and even showed a little sadness: "Long time no see, my brother."

Little Short Knife exclaimed: "Brother?!"

"...Brother?!" Akutagawa was stunned, as if a repeater would only repeat after him stupidly.

But then he immediately woke up. He lived in a slum since he was a child, and he and his younger sister Yin kept bleeding until now: "Where do I have a brother?!"

At this moment, he even forgot about his own ability, and directly raised his fist and smashed at Sawagawa. If he had an older brother, how could he abandon them in that kind of place... If there is such an older brother, don't worry about it.

"How are you and Xiaoyin doing?" Sagawa said with a wry smile on his face.

"Shut up! What qualifications do you have to mention silver?!" If you really cared, would you throw them in a slum and leave them alone for more than ten years? !

Akutagawa didn't notice at all that his thoughts had been led astray by the other party, and directly brought the other party into the role of brother.

Sagawa smiled inwardly and took the bait.

"It's my brother's fault. Back then..." He sighed halfway through the sentence, obviously there was something inside and he didn't want to go into details, "Forget it, as long as you and Xiaoyin are fine."

"Enough is enough, how long are you two brothers going to ignore me?" Francis gradually became impatient, and he could see that it was obviously two people acting together to trick him. The abilities are exactly the same, and brothers are not common. Bar.

"Although I don't know what the purpose of the two of you is, but making fun of my daughter will cost you your life." Francis lowered his face, activated his ability, and punched the two of them with a whirlwind fist.

Rashomon wrapped Akutagawa's palms, facing Francis, he gritted his teeth and stepped back a lot.

Francis didn't have time to play with them, so he directly increased the amount of abilities.

Akutagawa took a breath, and the celestial demon's armor wrapped around his whole body in an instant, but he still couldn't resist the opponent's strength... If he continued like this, he might be smashed to pieces with a single punch.

Sagawa stood behind him, he didn't know why he just gritted his teeth, but didn't think about escaping at all.

A Rashomon that did not belong to Akutagawa quietly wrapped around his waist. Suddenly, Akutagawa was moved by someone, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

The young man was punched on the back with such force that he could even hear the sound of bones breaking. The blood mixed with the shattered internal organs continuously vomited out of the young man's mouth, instantly staining his clothes red.

"...You, why..." Akutagawa caught his weak body in a daze, an anger that he didn't even know where it came from filled his heart, without even thinking, Rashomon instinctively soared to the sky And got up and pierced Francis' body.

"How, is it possible?!" The ability is clearly enough to protect his body?Francis was shocked to find that his abilities had disappeared.

Rashomon stirred in his body angrily until he lost his breath in pain.

Akutagawa was at a loss for a moment while hugging the blood-soaked youth. He was about to say something when his vision darkened and he passed out. At the same time, his vital signs were disappearing until he was not breathing.

The sea breeze swept across the sea mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Ten minutes later, Hong Kong gangsters in black approached quietly. They carefully inspected the three people who fell on the ground, and reported to the headset: "Confirmed, all three are dead."

This is the best result, so good that it even exceeded Mori Ogai's expectations: "Remove everyone and leave no trace."

Shortly after the evacuation of the gangsters, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who had been judged dead, moved his fingers and gradually recovered his heartbeat.

In the cat cafe, Dazai stretched out his hand to put the wine bottle back into the wine cabinet on the upper floor. Suddenly his hand shook inexplicably, and the bottle fell to the ground, spilling glass shards and liquor all over the floor.

Dazai was stunned for a moment, covering his chest that had just missed a heartbeat in a strange way: "...what's going on?"

Unable to find the reason, he shrugged and went to clean up the wreckage on the ground, but inadvertently swept across the small flowerpot on the bar.

The seed that had not moved for 11 years actually skipped the stage of germination and growth within a second, and bloomed directly.

It is not a rare and gorgeous flower, the white petals tremble slightly in the pot, as ordinary as the wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

"But...that's weird." Dazai's voice couldn't help trembling, warm liquid gushed out of his eye sockets, and he found it turned out to be tears after he touched it casually, "Hahahaha, this is too strange, is it possible? What kind of tearjerker?"

He wanted to pull out a smile as usual, but found that the corners of his mouth were so stiff that he couldn't pull out a curve no matter what.

His movements attracted the attention of others. Although Chuya didn't usually deal with him, it was the first time he saw him cry, so he frowned and shouted: "Hey——Dazai? Are you okay?"

"Huh? It's okay hahaha, it's just that the wine bottle was broken." Dazai waved his hand stiffly at him.

Zhong also said calmly, "You are crying."

Rimbaud stared at the inconspicuous little white flower on the bar, and retrieved from his memory the conversation between him and Sawagawa 11 years ago.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, he pretended to get up calmly: "It's late, I'll pick up the store manager."

"I'll go too." The others said in unison.

At this moment, the wind chime on the door twitched.

The young man with hollow eyes hugged Sagawa, who was covered in blood and closed his eyes tightly, and walked into the store. His voice was dry and unreasonable: "This is the right place."

Dazai froze in place, the glass shards he just picked up in his hand pierced deeply into his flesh, and blood flowed out from his palm.

"Cheat, cheat, right?"

Everyone's eyes were blurred, the strange young man was kicked out and smashed a big hole in the wall, Chuya hugged the bloody Sawagawa and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go to Dr. Mori."

"Ahem...he killed...the person in your arms." A thread of blood overflowed from Akutagawa's mouth, and he struggled to get up.

Chuya's voice seemed to come from hell: "He's not dead."

What he questioned was not the matter of Mori Ogai's action, but the death of Sawagawa.

"Send it to the hospital, hurry up!" Oda shouted.

Nakaya held Sawagawa in his arms and stood there, until Oda yelled again, he just woke up and ran out like a dream, no one saw his hands trembling slightly.

He who was hugging Sawagawa knew better than anyone else that this time was different from the sleepy one, breathing, heartbeat... nothing, even the skin he touched was different from the warmth of a living person.

Even if... a dead person.

He drove all the way to the hospital, but the other party didn't even give first aid, and directly confirmed the death of Sawagawa.

"Give, him, hand, surgery!" Zhong also grabbed the doctor's neckline with one hand.

The doctor in Yokohama has seen all kinds of storms, and at this moment he just looked at him calmly and with some pity.

But such eyes hurt Chuya, as if he had been stabbed by something, he let go of the doctor, took half a step back and silently punched through the wall.

They ran all over the hospitals in Yokohama overnight. Because of the gravity, this is not a difficult task, but every time they go to a hospital, they take away their hopes.

"I don't want to watch... I'll take you home." In the last hospital, Chuya carried Sawagawa in his arms and walked out step by step.

On the second floor of Maoca, Chuya took off Sawagawa's bloody clothes, wiped off the blood on his body without any lust, and put on new clothes for him.

Before leaving, he said softly, "Good night."

On the first floor, Oda was cleaning his gun. Rimbaud comforted the cat and held Oda: "He won't want you to go."

"He's not here anymore." Oda didn't look up.

"There is no trace of chaos, and someone needs to guard the store. Do you want his ... unguarded?" Lambert paused, and finally swallowed the word "dead body".

Oda stopped wiping his gun.

Dazai carefully bandaged himself and watered the little white flower.

Chuya went downstairs, he took Akutagawa and stuffed him into the car, the others followed, Oda stood on the second floor and watched the car go away.

Everyone is very calm, as if they are stepping towards their own home.

Chu doesn't believe in Akutagawa, and he doesn't believe anyone now, so he directly takes people to the Ganghei Building to confront Mori Ogai.

Gravity directly overturned the gate of Hong Kong and black.

Mori Ogai sighed, from the moment he received the news that the other party took Sawagawa to all the hospitals in Yokohama but did not contact Koguro, he knew something went wrong.

Until I saw Akutagawa...

"So it's you." On the opposite side was Osamu Dazai who didn't trust him at all, Mori Ogai didn't struggle, didn't explain too much, just said this with emotion.

Everything is in this sentence.

Zhong also clenched his fists.

Yokohama was lively and silent that night, the Hong Kong and Black Building was directly razed to the ground, and the leader Mori Ogai died.

While several other forces were worrying about this, Dazai wore a black windbreaker to take over the Gang Hei. He stood on the top floor of the restored Gang Hei Building, overlooking the entire Yokohama.

"Nothing will change, Hong Kong gangsters will be the same as before, and so will Yokohama."

How could the city he lived in be in chaos?

On the day Yoshihiko Sawagawa was buried, the weather was unexpectedly good, there was no heavy rain, no gloomy dark clouds, the world would not cry for everyone's departure, but when everyone left, someone always mourned for him.

He was also the last one to leave. He knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone, the brim of his hat covering his face.

"I can almost control the filth, but the magic circle engraved after you left has also failed."

"If Dazai wasn't there that day, I might really lose control and die."

"I don't know how I feel when I wake up.