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It was too dark in the bridge hole, so Shirasawa Zhizi could only draw on the paper if he got very close.

Suddenly, almost imperceptible footsteps came from outside the bridge hole, very light, like cat-like footsteps, it is impossible for humans to detect.

But Bai Ze Zhizi raised his head instantly, and then rushed over with sparkling eyes, even throwing aside the painting he was holding carefully just now.

"elder brother!"

Beichuan Xingji caught him, frowning slightly, "I may not be the one who came."

"That's not true," Shirazuko rubbed his white hair against his black hair, and warmed his indifferent face by the way, "It must be my brother."

If it wasn't my brother who came...

Beichuan Xingji subconsciously leaned back a little, and held down the overly lively Bai Huhu, "How do you feel today?"

His expression was still so cold, but Bai Ze Zhizi, who was familiar with him, relaxed, and whispered: "It's okay."

"How weak is it?" Beichuan Xingji asked.

At this time, they had just escaped from the laboratory not long ago, and they were fleeing for their lives in embarrassment. They did not dare to use supernatural powers, and could only live in the fringe area away from the crowd.

It was the happiest period in Bai Zezhizi's memory.

During that time, Beichuan Xingji only had Bai Zezhizi in his eyes, and he was worried about his one-tenth of his weak body every day.

Until one day, Beichuan Xingji found a temporary companion to deal with their hunters.

"one tenth……"

"Beichuan?"

The voice of Bai Ze Zhizi's low answer coincided with the strange voice coming from outside the bridge hole, and he looked up subconsciously.

"...is my 'companion'." Beichuan Xingji frowned and said in a low voice. He bit the word hard, and Bai Zezhizi understood.

Standing outside the bridge opening was a foreigner who was obviously not Japanese. He was wearing a hat, and the shadow cast by the hat covered most of his face.

But he couldn't hide his surprise when he saw Beichuan Xingji and Bai Zezhizi, "Beichuan..."

"You have another...brother?"

Bai Zezhizi didn't like the way he looked at him. After leaving the laboratory, he hated the gaze of everyone except his elder brother. Except for his elder brother's eyes, the eyes of other people always made him feel that they were superior and looked at inferior product illusion.

"You're following me." Beichuan Xingji repeated the facts coldly, "I thought we should maintain a sense of distance in our transactions?"

He spat out the man's name, "Rimbaud."

Rimbaud withdrew his eyes from looking at them, and said: "Checking whether the partner is capable is also within the scope of cooperation."

"And you have already found out, it's too coincidental that I collided with another group of people who followed you."

Beichuan Xingji said calmly: "It's a normal part of testing partners."

He patted Zhizi Bai Ze who poked his head out of curiosity, "You go back first, I still have something to do."

Baize Zhizi nodded, he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked back, before walking into the bridge hole, he suddenly turned his head, tilted his head and smiled at his brother's temporary partner.

"Brother, come on~"

If you need anything, you must inform him, such as dealing with follow-up matters of cooperation~

Beichuan Xingji glanced at him, motioning him to go back obediently and not get involved.

After walking back, Bai Zezhizi found the painting he had thrown away before, and it fell on a shriveled corpse without a trace of blood.

Bai Zezhizi picked up the painting and pushed the corpse to the corner.

I should change my residence later, so there is no need to deal with it. 】

*

When seeing Rantang, Shirasawa Chiko already guessed what Mori Ogai wanted to do.

Because of the legacy of history and current personal habits, even if he is loyal to Mori Ogai, Shirasawa Shikoko will think about it, and he himself has thought about the words that Taro Monno provoked before.

It's just that Mori Ogai's mind is too difficult to guess, with his hands crossed against his chin, and a smile to encourage guessing, Shirasawa Chiko would rather teach Alice to draw or accompany Dazai Osamu to commit suicide, and be responsible for listening to the last words and collecting the body.

I couldn’t guess it before because the only conditions were “Lantang is a member of the Mori sect” and “Lantang suspected of catching fish is more excessive than Dazai Osamu”, and now I added another one, “Lantang is richer than Mori Ogai '.

Mr. Rantang, who is capable and rich, and can fish comfortably at ordinary times, is a subordinate of Mori Ogai, Shirasawa Nakoko understands.

Lantang in reality is obviously more vivid than in the photos, and his cold-resistant traits are also more prominent. After he opened the door for Bai Zezhizi, he immediately returned to the fireplace and sat huddled in front of the raging flames, shivering from time to time. After a few strokes, take a deep breath.

... The cool air in the vicinity was almost absorbed by him.

Lan Tang is very rich, but it seems to be in the past tense. The hall is empty, with almost nothing left, leaving only a fireplace and a single table and chair.

Bai Ze Zhizi looked at the heavy clothes on him, and gave up the idea of ​​kicking over the polar bear to grab the chair, "Mr. Lantang? The only survivor after witnessing the previous leader?"

"Ah..." Lan Tang threw a book into the fireplace, "Yes, it's really a terrible thing."

No, it shouldn't be a polar bear, it should be something like a sloth or a raccoon.

When Bai Ze Zhizi raised his eyebrows in depression and lowered his head to flip through the documents casually, Lan Tang looked at him slowly, his eyes stayed on his white hair and face for a few seconds, and then he looked back as if he was afraid of the cold.

"Let's repeat it in detail." There is almost nothing useful in the information, and Osamu Dazai definitely did it on purpose.

When Lantang recalled and picked up another book, Bai Ze Zhizi raised his hand first, and threw the document into the fireplace.

The flame immediately climbed up, licking the words on the document in the same color as Dazai Osamu's coat, Shirazawa Nakoko relaxed a little, and he glanced lightly at Lan Tang, "It is better to burn the things that are not worth using immediately."

Ah, no, it seems like a threat.

Lan Tang had no objection. He withdrew his gaze and subconsciously stared at Bai Ze Zhizi, staring at the jumping flames, and said in a voice with little ups and downs: "I met the leader on Radium Bowl Street..."

"The former leader." Bai Ze Zhizi interrupted him.

"Sorry, I met the leader of the previous generation. It was on Radium Bowl Street. At that time, there was a big explosion. Everyone in the company died. Only I survived by relying on supernatural powers." After finishing speaking, it seemed that there was not much persuasion Lan Tang added, "It's really lucky."

It's really not convincing at all.

Bai Ze Zhizi turned on the communicator and typed, as if sending a message to someone, he said casually: "Speaking of the explosion on Radium Bowl Street, do you know what happened a long time ago?"

His impatience and perfunctory were shown on his expression, as if what Lan Tang said before was too unconvincing, so he casually brought up an irrelevant topic.

"Ah, do you mean Huangba vomit?" Lan Tang looked over, he glanced at Bai Ze Zhizi's expression, then looked away, and continued to speak slowly.

'Huang Ba spit' is not something Bai Ze Zhizi wants to know, so he said: "No, let's continue."

Lan Tang continued, "When the leader of the previous generation appeared, there was an explosion, a bit like the explosion that Huang Ba spit out, black flames were repelled around."

"I can only release my supernatural powers to resist. The scene was like hell. Everyone around me was blown away, only I stayed where I was. I looked up and saw the leader standing in the center of the explosion... No, that's not the case at all." Not the leader."

Bai Ze Zhizi looked at him, didn't make a sound, and didn't correct his address.

Fear-like cold sweat rolled down Lan Tang's forehead, "The buildings there collapsed, and even the air became distorted. I can only see the black flame-like beast and the ocean behind the beast."

"The ocean under the moonlight is so gentle... It's like the eyes of brothers who depend on each other looking at each other. They are gentle and calm, as if they are established."

"You are the former chieftains you met near the center of Rabo Street," Shirazawa Nakoko finally confirmed, "Now that the port Mafia and the sheep are involved, it is still about the former chieftains. It's better to think about it carefully."

When he said this, he didn't look up, and kept typing with his head down. He didn't send out the communication until he finished speaking, and then put it away.

mission completed.

"Yes." Lan Tang looked over and didn't ask anything.

It was very hot around, but Ke Lantang was shivering from the cold. After he shivered, he said thoughtfully: "If I remember correctly, you are Bai Zezhizi? That white-haired and red-eyed hell boy?"

Ah, ha, what the hell is this called? If you throw all the idlers in the port Mafia to school, you can definitely get an honor with your excellent imagination.

Bai Ze Zhizi pulled the corners of his lips, showing a standard smile with just the right width, "I don't understand what you are talking about, but my ability is to heal. If you get hurt next time, you can come to me for treatment."

If you survive until next time.

At this time, Lan Tang suddenly said: "Black flames paired with blue seas are as suitable for you as falling cherry blossoms in snowy mountains."

Bai Ze childishly touched the communicator boredly, before he fully realized what Lan Tang meant.

Black hair and blue eyes are the hair and eye color of Beichuan Xingji, which is exactly the black flame and blue sea.

White hair and red eyes are the hair color and eye color of Bai Ze Zhizi, which can also be described by snow mountains and cherry blossoms.

This kind of double meaning.

Bai Ze Zhizi looked over to Lan Tang, "What do you mean!"

After seeing Lan Tang himself, the feeling of déjà vu was greatly reduced. Bai Ze Zhizi had carefully observed his face, but he had no impression, and the previous temptations had no results.

Lan Tang tilted his head, and he said calmly: "It's not cherry blossoms. If it's fat-colored... it's magma. The eruption of rich magma will swallow everyone."

The feeling of being very hot in the hall disappeared, and Shirazawa Zhizi's face turned pale little by little, and the sickly person looked pale. On the contrary, he smiled, "You bastard..."

"—What the hell are you talking about?!!!!"

Osamu Dazai walked into the hall, sniffed the air, and asked suspiciously: "... Is it really the people from GSS who made this happen?"

Lan Tang sat back in front of the fireplace and said slowly, "Ah... yes..."

Please don't talk nonsense with your eyes open, even if the surrounding area is really filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, but it was just made when he and Zhongya Zhongya fought against GSS together.

There was a person squatting on the fireplace, Shirazawa Naoko, like a cat, with his toes stepping on the top of the fireplace, the hem of his white suit hanging down, dangling in front of the flames.

He looked at everyone who came in from the beginning to the end, and then fell into deep thought.

"Huh," Osamu Dazai asked not at all in a low voice, "Did you lose your mind after being beaten?"

He yawned a little, "Aren't there two idiots following him? Good~ terrible~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, "Huh? Who are you referring to?"

"Look at the communicator." Bai Ze Zhizi said, "It's better not to talk too much next time, or you will be beaten to death."

"What what? Is Bai Ze finally going to kill me?" Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up instantly, as if there were little stars. He moved to the fireplace, looked up at Shira Ze Zhizi, and regretfully denied, " No, no, Bai Ze's physical skills are terrible too, it's so painful to fight~"

Every time the two of them fight, they almost always end up entangled in each other's hands and feet and fall to the ground.

Disgust came out of both of their faces almost at the same time, and Bai Ze Zhizi jumped down, "Let's fight with that one over there, that's the only way to be happy."

He lifted his chin and gestured to Nakahara Chuya.

Osamu Dazai said thoughtfully: "Sure enough, after jumping off, I'm so short."

"Oops, is shortness contagious? It must be, right? It must be. Next time, Mr. Xiang Mori must...~Hmm!"

Only halfway through the words, Osamu Dazai turned sideways to avoid it, and moved a few times in the hall, avoiding the feet that kicked him at the same time.

"Annoying little man." Shirazawa Zhizi retracted his legs.

Zhong Yuanzhong also resumed his original standing posture with his pockets in his pocket, "Young naive ghost."