Chief Okita in Taisho

Director Okita took a rest at Jingxin Mountain for a while.

Daily life is to play with brothers Shitou and practice sword with California Qingguang.

As for Osamu Dazai who occasionally disappears, it is no surprise.

Raising Dazai is like raising a cat.

Osamu Dazai carried a sachet with him, and it was a gift from Souji Okita.

There are wisteria petals in the sachet, which seem to be used to drive away ghosts, but are actually used to hide the sensor.The sensor was specially bought by Okita Souji with the redemption value, so that the other party can immediately detect the danger.

Although Osamu Dazai had an erratic temperament, he always carried this sachet with him.

……

"Seta-kun?"

Qingguang Qingguang held the tea and walked over to the owner who was playing origami with Shi Tou brothers.

"You seem to have something on your mind."

"Nope," Okita Souji subconsciously showed a consoling smile, "I was just thinking, do I want to inquire about information?"

Although his redemption value can be used for three to five years now, as expected, if he wants to return to the end of the Tokugawa period, he still has to kill the ghost king.

Oni Wu Tsuji is very cunning, plus Okita Souji is now a free ghost hunter without a crow, the way to obtain information is particularly critical.

To be honest, he's not very good at these things.

In the Shinsengumi before, these things were done by Mr. Hijikata and Mr. Kondo.

"Sojiro, look at the frog I folded!"

Tokitomuichiro held up the origami in his hand.

"It's too ugly, Muichiro." Tokito Ichiro said.

Didn't you see that Soujiro is busy now?

"Where, the dog that my brother broke is even uglier."

"...that's a frog."

"..."

"..."

Tokito Ichiro decided not to pay any attention to his idiot brother.

"Soujiro wants to know information?"

"Ok?"

"I heard about it when I went to sell firewood with my father yesterday—"

Shitou Ichiro said: "There is an Asakusa newspaper in Asakusa, Tokyo, Soujiro can ask about it. "

"It is said that there is nothing that the newspaper does not know."

Asahi newspaper?

Chief Okita nodded.

"I see."

It was about half a day's journey from Jingxin Mountain to Asakusa. At noon the next day, Souji Okita and Kiyomitsu Kali arrived at the Asahi Daily Press.

"Sorry, the Mitaka area is too far away, we really can't deliver it."

"..."

"Of course, as long as someone buys it, we will also sell your information."

"..."

The voice of the conversation came faintly.

Then, there was an earth-shattering sound of slapping the table, and a roar of fury.

"Bastards! You guys are so bold—!"

The voice stopped abruptly——

The sound of the safety lock being pulled out at the same time.

Okita Souji and California Kiyomitsu pressed their ears against the door, blinking their eyes.

Things don't seem to be going well...

Another voice sounded respectful but arrogant:

"I'm sorry, but it's scary to be in our line of business."

"This is also the order of the president."

"So, please tell me, what is your purpose?"

Okita Souji and California Kiyomitsu stepped aside.The door was kicked open, and the two guests rushed out angrily.

"Welcome next time."

From the cursing words of the two of them, Director Okita could hear: If you want to obtain information, you have to pay a large amount of information fees first, and you have to provide equivalent information yourself.

If you resist, there will be a room full of guns pointed at you.

Is this really just an ordinary newspaper office?

"It seems difficult to ask for information." California Qingguang said with emotion.

"Try it first."

Souji Okita pushed the door open and entered.

Pop, pop.

The salute sounded, and the two were covered in colored stripes.

"The hundredth guest is here!"

Everyone in the room stood up and bowed in unison.

"Welcome, how can I help you?"

"Eh... eh???"

There are also colorful stripes hanging on the head, and the sword and the master are all stupid.

This... doesn't seem to be the same as before?

The man who was rushing away just now said: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you welcome our respected guest!"

The whole house moved quickly, some took their coats, some brought tea and water, and some asked their relatives.The two were surrounded to the VIP reception room.

The sofa is soft, and the record player echoes melodious jazz.

There is prepared black tea and desserts on the coffee table.

Sitting on the sofa, the two looked dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

"Sorry for scaring you two."

The person in charge of the newspaper office sat across from him with a pleasant smile on his face.

"The president should have come out to receive the two in person, but it's not convenient for him now."

"Today is the special anniversary of our company. You two happen to be the [-]th guests today, and you will enjoy the most honorable treatment of our company for the rest of your life!"

Is there such a good thing?

Okita Souji and California Kiyomitsu did not believe it, but now is a good opportunity to inquire about information.

Souji Okita frowned slightly, remembering the newspaper he had read on the train.

Newspaper... Newspaper...

"Did you print the news about the Ghost Killing Squad?"

"Yes."

The person in charge readily admitted.

"Since this is the case, your company should know that the Ghost Killing Squad is an organization not recognized by the government, and everything is kept secret, right?"

Okita Souji's purple pupils were clear.

"How did you know it, and why do you want to promote it?"

The person in charge seemed to have anticipated his words.

"Actually, the newspaper industry is just a cover on the surface, and we still have an underground identity—"

"Armed Intelligence Agency."

The Armed Intelligence Agency is an independent association, holding high-ranking officials in its hands, and even the government is afraid of it.

"I have to admit that the Ghost Killing Squad has done an excellent job of keeping secrets. It's a deep secret that even our intelligence personnel can't detect."

"You have also seen that the most published ones are only ghost-killing feats."

Or gossip about which column is more handsome, which one is more beautiful, which one is more naive, ahem.

But such newspapers do provide directions for those whose family and friends have been killed by ghosts and who don't know where to go.

"We're not promoting it in vain, either."

"As long as the deeds of the Ghost Slayer Squad are recorded, the sales of the day will double!"

After speaking in a very proud tone, the person in charge paused and became slow.

"actually……"

"Don't you feel sorry. The world is immersed in beautiful dreams, but young children are fighting ghosts with their lives. The world enjoys the peace piled up by their bones and lives, but they don't know anything about it-it's so strange! It's too distorted Come on!"

"The Demon Slayer Squad never killed ghosts to gain the appreciation of the world." Okita Souji calmly said.

"But our president said, at least let them remember and remember."

"After all, humans are very forgetful animals."

The person in charge stared at Souji Okita and slowly smiled.

"You, you probably won't object to my statement—"

"Ghost Killing Squad, Mr. Yuan Huazhu?"

"..."

Okita Souji was silent for a moment, then smiled, "It's up to you."

"Now that you know, it's easy to talk about," he said, "I want to know about the recent ghost-related things, preferably more serious ones."

The more serious it is, the stronger the ghost.

The person in charge understands.

The materials had been prepared, and he took them and spread them out.

"Currently, there are three places with strong changes—"

"One is [Eternal Bliss Cult]."

"One is [Hachijo Island]."

"In addition, there is [Yoshihara Flower Street]."

"The ghost has been stimulated by something recently, and looks a little anxious."

It must be because Okita-kun killed Shangwu and Kamiichi in one fell swoop.

California Qingguang Xindao.

The person in charge continued to explain.

"[Wan Shi Bliss Cult] is in a forest somewhere, and the bishop's whereabouts are strange, and it's hard to find for a while."

"[Hachijojima] has always had a legend of a man-eating snake. It is said that this man-eating snake will eat people passing by and steal property. This legend has lasted for more than 300 years, and only ghosts can do it."

"[Yoshihara Flower Street] occasionally news of the disappearance of the wandering girls. But the wandering girls themselves may also abscond, so we sent someone to inquire about those wandering girls who were said to be absolutely impossible to smoke, but disappeared. They all have the same characteristic—extremely beautiful appearance. It must be the work of the ghost hiding in Yoshihara.”

Still a ghost who loves beauty very much.The person in charge added in his heart.

Souji Okita pondered: In other words, is Hachijojima more suitable at present...

For more than 300 years, it may be winding.

The person in charge glanced at Souji Okita, and boldly proposed.

"Actually, it's more appropriate for you to go to Flower Street."

"……what?"

"With your beauty, it is no problem to become the number one oiran in Yoshiwara!"

The person in charge got excited and talked about a lot, Warahime Oiran of "Kyogokuya", and Lixia Oiran of "Shirenya"...

"You are more beautiful than these two!"

"It's really not good, the one next to you can do it too!"

California Qingguang: "..."

Okita Souji: "..."

The air is quiet.

There was an almost inaudible sound, as if someone had broken the doorknob.

California Qingguang turned his head and glanced at the closed door next to him.

"Cough, I'm sorry."

The person in charge reacted from the awkward atmosphere.

"You don't mind. What I mean is that Huajie is also an excellent place to collect information. If you can have an identity in Huajie, it will be convenient for you to inquire about information, and it will also be convenient for you to find lurking ghosts."

"If necessary, we can also prepare for you."

……

The purpose of this trip has been achieved if the ghost's information has been found out.

Before leaving, Okita Souji wanted to pay for the information, but was rejected.

"Didn't I say that you are the hundredth guest, and all services are free."

"Thank you for your luck."

"Hey? But I still want to inquire about information in the future. Is there really no charge?"

"No," said the person in charge, "I can't let you waste time and effort to come here. How about this, you tell us the address, and we will send a postman to deliver the newspaper to you. If there is any information, we will send it together."

"Our residence is in Jingxin Mountain." California Qingguang reminded.

The distance is twice that of the Mitaka just now.

"It's okay, let's go!"

...fuck.

The person in charge wrote down the address.Before leaving, all the staff stood up and saluted Souji Okita and California Kiyomitsu.

"Thank you for coming, please go slowly!!!"

The behavior of the people in the house perfectly explained what is called Asakusa's famous double standards.

Okita Souji finally cast a deep glance at the closed inner room door, and flashed a smile.

The two leave.

……

The inner door opens.

The whole room turned to salute in that direction, with their heads buried lower than before.

"President."

We're doing pretty well!

Da da.

In an atmosphere where the air is not daring to come out, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground is especially clear.

Neither fast nor slow, like a beating in the heart.

Taisho was an era of mixed Japanese and Western styles. Some people still wore traditional kimono geta, while others wore suits and leather shoes.

The leather shoes stopped in front of the person in charge.

Someone looked up——

One-third of his face was covered by bandages, and under the fluffy and slightly curly black hair, the exposed kite pupils made it difficult to see his true emotions.

When he was with Souji Okita, Osamu Dazai would wear a kimono, sometimes wearing a haori, exuding a lazy youthful look.

But once he changed into a suit at work, his demeanor became gloomy and dangerous.

It doesn't look like he's still a 14-year-old boy.

A fist hit the face of the person in charge who was still smiling.

Caught off guard, he was knocked crookedly against the wall.

"...President?"

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Dazai's voice was cold.

The newspaper staff looked at each other in blank dismay.

A bold employee said: "The president said that once Mr. Seta comes, he must know everything except your own affairs!"

They did.

"what……"

Osamu Dazai put his hand on his forehead and sighed tiredly.

"I said I asked you to provide him with information..."

But I didn't ask you to encourage Soujiro to go to Hanakai!

Sojiro just laughed, making it impossible to see what was going on in his heart.

Don't really want to be an oiran!

The ghost who eats beauties is most likely a wretched man.

In the stagnant atmosphere, the door next to it was pushed open.

"Ahem... Let the president's crush go to Huajie, I think you want to be fired, cough..."

"Here's today's information...cough cough cough..."

The silver-haired young man coughed listlessly, and returned after handing in the materials.

The newspaper is divided into two parts.While in charge of intelligence work, while in charge of newspaper work.

The man is from the newspaper side.

All suddenly.

Looking at Osamu Dazai, he could only see his back.

When he reached the door, Osamu Dazai stopped in his footsteps.

"In the future, Mr. Seta will treat you like this when he comes again, understand?"

"Yes!"

The president's secret love is too dishonest!

Osamu Dazai walked to the newspaper area——

The work area is crowded and lively.The printing presses were buzzing, and the air smelled of chalk and paper.

There were thick piles of documents on every table, and no one noticed Osamu Dazai for a moment.

When the person by the door saw him, his expression tightened.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, motioning them to continue doing their own thing.

He walked down the aisle, the coat draped over his shoulders swinging as he walked.

Yuan Tong's target: the silver-haired youth.

Covered by books, the other party is sleeping on the table at the moment.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

From time to time there was a coughing sound from under the folded arms.

Several colleagues passed by, joking.

"Woodpecker, what's the matter with you, your body has been hollowed out after soaking in Flower Street for too long?"

"Young man, be temperate."

"It's been like this for a long time, isn't the cough healed?"

"Woodpecker, don't get the same disease as that legendary swordsman."

"What disease?"

"What, don't you even know this—"

The colleague turned his head and almost knelt down, "President, president..."

Damn it, the boss grabbed the bag!

"Who is the legendary swordsman?"

Dazai asked blankly.

"What kind of disease is it?"