I'm acting in Yokohama

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his eyelids and looked at the girl holding the phone. Was it not a delicate flower but a thorn?If someone were to uproot her, they would be drenched in blood.

"Kyoka really touched me." Mori Ogai sighed hypocritically, and ruthlessly broke her fantasy in the next second, "Unfortunately, I have already promised Yoshihiko that I will never manipulate Yasha Shirayuki again. "

He had a smile on his face, but there was a cloud of black malice in his heart.

Mirror flower, what are you going to do?

Hearing his words, Quan Jinghua froze in place, some kind of crystal liquid slipped from the corner of her eyes, she clutched her chest, the sour emotion spread from her palm to her limbs, this is... what?

Even though she was crying, the girl's expression was completely blank, such a strange emotion forcibly tore a hole in the darkness, and a little gleam leaked in, making her heart tremble.

But... Sawagawa brother is still waiting for her.

In the Armed Detective Agency, Kunikida Doppo grabbed Atsushi Nakajima by the collar with one hand: "Calm down!"

"But Mr. Dazai! And..." Mr. Sawagawa!

Atsushi Nakajima's movements slowed down for a second and then he became excited again, struggling to thump in Kunikida Doppo's hands.

"I didn't expect him to be a member of the port mafia." Kunikida thought of the young man he saw in the bar before with some emotion.

"Mr. Sawagawa must have a hard time!" Nakajima Atsushi clenched his fists and said loudly.

"President." Kunikida Doppo looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi who was sitting behind the desk, "What's the next step?"

Unexpectedly, Fukuzawa Yukichi focused more on the other person in the photo.

The broken black hair was a bit messy, covering half of the opponent's face. The young man's windbreaker became untidy during the pulling, and a small piece of fair skin was exposed on the neck, and the blue blood vessels buried underneath were faintly visible, with a kind of A different kind of fragile beauty.

"The president knows him?" Kunikida asked upon seeing this.

"I saw it about ten years ago, in the port mafia." Fukuzawa Yukichi thought of the child with bruises all over his body, but his eyes were still clean.

"?!" The others were a little shocked, "So he has been working for the Mafia?"

"No." Fukuzawa Yukichi shook his head, "His parents died when he was very young, and he was raised by his maternal grandfather, who was a loyal supporter of the old leader. When he was 15 years old, It is said that there was an accident in the family, and his grandfather took him back home, and he has never appeared since then."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the chest of the young man in the photo. A small and slightly weird sunny day doll was clipped on his windbreaker. The pure black sunny day doll was almost integrated with the windbreaker coat. It is easy to miss if you don’t look carefully. past.

It was indeed his grandfather's, the old man who was once known as the Hong Kong Black Puppet Master, Kusama Shushu.

Atsushi Nakajima stopped struggling and murmured: "Did Mr. Sawagawa grow up in the port mafia? But he obviously, obviously looks like such a gentle person..."

"Where is Mr. Ranpo? Did you find anything?" Kunikida looked at Edogawa Ranpo who slowly put away his glasses.

"Well, how should I put it, I probably know where they are, but Dazai probably doesn't want us to find them too early." Edogawa Ranpo poked his head out from behind the president, and glanced at the photos on the table.

Everyone: Huh?

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In a basement somewhere in Yokohama, Sagawa Yoshihiko's eyelids trembled slightly, and his consciousness was a little clearer, when he heard a voice from the side.

"Ala—you're finally awake." The young man with bandages on his hands fell to the side, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and his curly black hair made him look innocent and harmless.

He seemed to be complaining and coquettishly: "Really, there are still people using ropes. Isn't it nice to handcuff them?"

Sagawa Yoshihiko glanced at the bandage on his hand, then bent his mouth, and a gentle smile faded from his brows and eyes.

"Long time no see, Dazai-san."

"Ale? So we've met?" Osamu Dazai pretended to be a little surprised, and he tilted his head as if trying to remember.

"I met Mr. Dazai when he first joined the port mafia." Yoshihiko Sagawa didn't mean to hide his identity, and there was even a hint of memory in his eyes, "It's been a long time ago, and it's normal for Mr. Dazai not to remember. "

"In that case—" Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly sank, like red wine shaking slightly in a goblet, he said, "I remember you."

At that time, Mr. Mori was just a doctor. After he attempted suicide again, he was picked up by Mr. Mori. On the way to meet the old leader, he met his trusted subordinate and his old partner, Kusama Shuki, and... followed The boy behind the old man.

He and Yoshihiko Sawagawa have only met once. It is said that Shuki Kusama loves his grandson very much and protects him in all aspects. Even in Hong Kong, almost no one has seen Yoshihiko Sawagawa.

The young man followed behind his grandfather silently, without opening his mouth and without the slightest sense of presence. If he didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to find that there was actually another person there.

Mr. Sen led him and passed by the grandparent and grandson. At the moment of intersection, for some reason, the young man raised his eyes and looked at him, and for some reason, he has never been able to forget that look.

It's like a clean and clear mirror.

"You really are completely different from that time, the change is really great." Dazai Osamu sighed with exaggerated tone, because his hands and feet were tied, he could only move closer to Sagawa Yoshihiko while wriggling.

If the youth in the past was a mirror that couldn’t be more clean, then the youth of today put on a low-key and gentle frame for themselves. The first thing people notice is not the mirror itself, but the frame with beautiful patterns. .

But if you look into the depths of his soul carefully, you will find that nothing has changed, the mirror is still the same mirror, a kind person stands in front of the mirror and sees light, and a dark person stands in front of the mirror and sees endless evil thoughts.

"Hey, did you look at me at that time, did you ask for help?" Osamu Dazai rarely suppressed the smile in his eyes, and asked seriously.

He didn't think about this question until he left the Port Mafia, and he didn't think about it very often, but at a certain moment of rest, those clean eyes would flash in his mind.

He didn't know about Sagawa Yoshihiko until later. It turned out that the so-called airtight protection was so dirty.

"Mr. Dazai appeared here for this question, right?" Even though he said this, Sagawa Yoshihiko did not expect a response, he shook his head and gave an answer to Dazai's question.

"It's not asking for help, Mr. Dazai is too gentle."

To be precise, that look does not have any emotion, not even the most basic curiosity, but people always think about what they want to think about.

If I have to say it, what Dazai Osamu saw was not Sagawa Yoshihiko, but himself.

Before leaving the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai didn't think about good and bad, because that didn't make sense, it didn't matter which side he was on.

Afterwards, the departure of his friend seemed to be a coercive force, pulling him out of the dark world and throwing him into the light, so he began to think about the meaning of that look.

In other words, what he was thinking about was whether the former Osamu Dazai didn't care about good or bad, or because he had no one to guide him, and let himself sink into the darkness. When Oda Sakunosuke saw it, he stretched out his hand, and pushed him away gently and uncompromisingly. to the light.

To this day, even he couldn't tell whether it was his friends who made him merge into the light, or whether he had been in the light for too long and let the light erode him.

Sagawa Yoshihiko tilted his head, and was about to speak after organizing his words, when the basement door was suddenly opened, and the bang sound was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet space.

"I didn't expect the Hong Kong gangsters and the detective agency to chat so happily. It's really beyond my expectations." The visitor smiled maliciously, "Because of you two, I have suffered a lot recently, how should I repay you?" Where are you two?"

"If you're talking about the few people we sent into the Night Raid Detective Agency before, then I'm really sorry hahaha——" Osamu Dazai laughed innocently, and then he was kicked On the belly, fly out a few meters away.

After kicking Osamu Dazai, the kidnapper grabbed the hair of Yoshihiko Osagawa at his feet: "Aren't you supernatural beings very crazy? It's not like a dead dog fell into my hands now."

There were bursts of tingling in the scalp, and Sagawa Yoshihiko sighed helplessly: "You are from abroad, right? The news is quite well-informed."

"It's all thanks to a kind Russian." The kidnapper smiled triumphantly, slammed Sagawa Yoshihiko's face on the ground, and lifted his head by pulling his hair. You have already mastered it, as long as your opponent is not a supernatural being, you are no different from a waste."

Sagawa Yoshihiko snorted, warm liquid flowed from his forehead and slid down his eyelids, he had to close one eye to prevent the blood from flowing in, his face remained calm: "I'm afraid this kind Russian man forgot to tell you something. "

"What's the matter?" the kidnapper asked suspiciously, the strength in his hands relaxed slightly.

"Before coming to Yokohama, it's best to inquire about the market conditions of certain forces." Yoshihiko Sagawa smiled.

"Are you talking about the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency?" the kidnapper sarcastically said, "Did you think someone would come to rescue you hahaha—but soon, your companions will accompany you .”

"Actually, I have a question." Sagawa Yoshihiko said suddenly, "It hurts a little because the blood is flowing into the eyes, so I want to ask—why am I the only one being beaten?"

Suddenly ruled by Dazai of the cue:? ? ?

Thank you, I just got kicked and my stomach hurts a bit.

"Are you serious about this kind of question?" The kidnapper casually let go of his hair, stepped on his chest, and said as a matter of course, "Because you are close to me, I kicked him away."

Osamu Dazai: Thank you, my stomach doesn't hurt suddenly.

"Ahem—Is that so?" Sagawa Yoshihiko's clear voice became a little hoarse, "By the way, I still hope you can seriously consider my suggestion just now."

"Huh?" The kidnapper looked indifferent, and was about to kick him again, when the whole basement suddenly shook.

The corners of Yoshihiko Sagawa's mouth curled up slightly.