I bombed the Hong Kong black building

Although he already knew where his destination was, when the car really stopped here and the door opened, Dazai still had a strange sense of unreality.

In front of you is a ticket hall that can accommodate 300 people at the same time, and a ticket gate with a width of about 20 meters.Yokohama Tropical Paradise hangs above the entrance with a variety of childlike elements in large characters, which is particularly conspicuous.

This is the largest playground in the Kanto region, a paradise for children, a sanctuary for lovers, and a stage for dreams and happiness.

It is a place that is insulated from people like him.

- It should be like this.

"Mr. Dazai~"

Under the big tree near the ticket gate, the person who invited him found him and waved his arms happily.Beside her stood a little girl who had just reached her chest.

Although he had known for a long time that it was almost impossible for her to figure out how many corpses and blood seas the port mafia and himself were carrying, but he still did not expect that Ringo would choose a tropical paradise as the place to invite him to play.

This kind of place that cannot be included in the category of choice no matter from which point of view, she can still bring it up as a matter of course.

Standing in the square near the entrance like this, with people calling out their names openly, is a scene that can only happen in those distant dreams that don't belong to you.Once it is actually staged in reality, there will be a wonderful sense of absurdity.

Stepping out of the car, stepping into the long-lost sun, the brilliant sunlight illuminated his always gloomy face.Dazai narrowed his eyes unaccustomed to it, and couldn't remember the last time he basked in the sun casually like this.

"leader."

Guangjin Liulang, who was accompanying him, closed the door of the car and called him meaningfully.

Dazai shook his head, and walked towards the shade of the tree.Guangjin understood the meaning of the leader, and waved his right hand seemingly casually, and the crowd hidden in the surroundings rushed away.He restrained himself and followed Dazai's footsteps.

As they got closer, the appearance of the two under the shade of the tree came into view.

Today, Lingo wore a straw hat with flower branches intertwined. Two thin braids got out of the brim of the hat, and swayed with her waving.The polka-dot suspenders on the upper body and the denim-style hot pants exposed her white and slender limbs to the air, making her look cool.She seemed to be fully prepared to play all day, so she gave up the pair of wooden sandals she usually liked and changed into a pair of sneakers.

The little girl beside her was wearing a strawberry print dress with puff sleeves and a pair of beige leather sandals, looking elegant and cute.At this moment, she was looking at him curiously and politely, and after meeting her eyes, she nodded at him reservedly.

"Awaited."

"No, we've only been here for 2 minutes."

After greeting Mr. Hirotsu, Ringo couldn't wait to hold the little girl's shoulders and push her forward.

"Mr. Dazai, she is the Yoni I told you about, the best girl in the world!"

Unlike Ringo, who was triumphant as if boasting, Yoni smiled shyly and held out his hand to Dazai.

"Hello, I'm Yuni Giglionero, a friend of Ringo's. I've known you for a long time, Mr. Dazai."

There is no mention of influence, no mention of identity, she is just a friend of Youni and Ringo.

He lowered his head and glanced at the little girl who spoke in an exceptionally mature manner, unbuttoned his suit jacket, squatted down in front of her, and held her hand.

"Hello, Miss Youni, I'm Osamu Dazai. I often hear about you from Ringo. I'm very glad to meet you."

Yoni opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then showed a softer smile.

"You really said the same thing as Ringo."

I don't know what basis Youni came to this conclusion, but it doesn't prevent Ringo from being narcissistic about his ability to know people.

"of course!"

Seeing Dazai standing up again and buttoning his suit casually, Ringo asked in bewilderment.

"Mr. Dazai, aren't you hot wearing so much...?"

In all fairness, he did not wear as much in the office as usual, but he only lost his coat, waistcoat and scarf.In the horrific 32°C heat, he was still wearing a full black suit.The shirt was buttoned up to the neckline, and the end of the tie was hidden in the re-buttoned suit jacket.

It's not like they are in the same season as those who travel frivolously.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Is it possible to get used to this kind of thing?

But after thinking about it, maybe this is the company culture of Hong Kong and Black.From the leader Dazai to the cadre Nakahara Chuya, and then to the employees below, although the style is not too uniform, they all have the habit of wearing black suits.Just like Youni and Bailan like to wear white, this is probably a kind of uniform.

But the problem is... now it's private time.

Is Dazai-san a leader who is so strict with himself even on rest days?

It's so hard, it's awe-inspiring.

It's one thing to be admirable, quite another to be dressed in the sun in this weather.Mr. Dazai looks weak and sick, what if he suffers from heatstroke?It felt like if he was asked to take off his coat, he might not agree...

Ah, there is!

"This is for you." She took out a 4cm long red clip from her carry-on backpack, "This hair clip can keep the temperature around the wearer at a constant 20°C."

This folder has a very nice name - the memory of coral, and it also comes with such a powerful effect that is necessary for home travel, but Ringo has always lost his backpack, because it is the delivery that Mermaid Island can't look back on. Testimony of the journey.

And again, she knows coral is beautiful, but that doesn't have any conflict with her being terrified!

"—hairpins?"

Dazai's eyes fell on the hairpin.

This red, somewhat cute accessory, do you want him to wear it on his head?

Under the subtle gaze of both of them, Ringo finally came to his senses and explained quickly.

"Ah, you don't need to wear it on your head, it's useful to clip it on your cuff or skirt."

She carefully studied Dazai's suit jacket, her eyes swept over the neckline, cuffs, tie and other places, and finally settled on the waist pocket.

"How is it here?" Ringo naturally took a step forward, turned the front of the hairpin inward, and put it in his pocket.Keeping half an arm's distance away, I raised my head to look at him, "This way I won't be able to see."

He stared at her for two seconds, then raised his hand to touch the half of the barrette that was left outside.

"How is it, is it useful?"

Dazai let go of the hand touching the hairpin upon hearing this, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"--Very cool."

As he expected, this is not a supernatural power.

"That's good." Ringo smiled unconsciously, and then took Youni's hand, "Let's go in quickly. I read on the Internet that some facilities require a long queue to play."

However, none of the excitement and bustling crowds expected.Not to mention the long queues, the spacious main road to the park is empty, only birds chirping and doves occupying the magpie's nest, flying back and forth.

If it weren't for the fact that the amusement facilities seemed to be still in operation, and there were still clerks on standby in the canteen beside him, Lingo would even have thought that today was the park's closed day.But what is the situation, could it be that——

She cast her suspicious eyes on the man beside her who seemed to be out of this world.

"Mr. Dazai, you, you booked this place?" This is how it is played in movies!

"not me."

"--it's me."

A tired-sounding voice sounded behind them, and when they looked back, they were still acquaintances.

"It's Mr. Criminal Police! Mr. Criminal Police, has any terrible criminal case happened here?"

Ango Sakaguchi, who was also wearing a full suit on a hot day, paused when he came over, and said to Ringo tiredly: "Miss Guanyue, I blocked the entire playground just to prevent that kind of thing from happening."

He stopped in front of Dazai, three steps away, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Ah, Ango-kun, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be a criminal police officer now." Dazai said in a familiar and friendly tone as if seeing a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Are you here to catch up with me today?"

The expression on Ango's face cracked for a moment, and he pushed his glasses in a concealed manner.

"Please don't play dumb. After receiving your contact, I dare not move."

At around 6 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the phone on his desk rang.As soon as this phone call that only a few people knew was answered, it was the voice of the man who appeared in his nightmares almost every night four years ago.

"I'm looking for you for nothing special. I just want to tell you that tomorrow I plan to go to the tropical park for a day."

He took a breath at that time, "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do at an amusement park? Of course, date a woman~"

He didn't believe it.

It is absolutely impossible for the man Dazai Osamu's purpose to be so simple.

At the beginning, he clearly saw that he was an undercover agent of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but he didn't tell anyone. As a cadre, he took the initiative to make friends with him, and finally sold him to mimic.Later, he was able to deceive the former Hong Kong black leader Mori Ogai and Gide of the mimic to die together. He stepped on the flesh and blood of his predecessor and successfully stepped on the throne of the leader.

With such a scheming and ruthless person, no one can guess his thoughts.

How did he know the phone number of his office, why did he take the initiative to contact him, what would he do if he knew the news, was it also part of his plan?

Maybe he plans to create something in Tropical Paradise, maybe he wants to lure snakes out of the hole to kill those killers and assassins like last time, maybe he wants to meet with the top leaders of other organizations here...

There are too many possibilities, no matter which one seems to be very reliable, after all, Osamu Dazai has too many such criminal records.

It's just that no matter what he wants to do, keeping ordinary people away from this conspiracy is what he has to do.

Therefore, today's tropical park does not receive ordinary tourists, but is only open to a few of them.

"As I told you on the phone, I was only invited to the amusement park, and it was Ango-kun who made such a fuss." Dazai said calmly.

"Please be a little self-aware about your situation, please?!" Who would believe such words!

"I just thought that if I appeared in this kind of place without saying anything, Mr. Anwu might lose his hair, so I kindly told you in advance." He sighed troubledly, "It seems to be counterproductive. gone."

"In this case..." Dazai raised the corners of his mouth pointingly, and said with cold eyes: "Next time I won't say anything."

And next time? ? ?

An Wu immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

If he really came to such a crowded place without saying anything, let alone his hair, he would be scared to death!

Those who want his life have nothing that can't hurt the sentiments of ordinary people, let alone a whole tropical paradise buried with him, even if half of the city is sacrificed, as long as they can get rid of Osamu Dazai, they will There are many people who do this.

Dazai didn't have the intention to continue talking to him, grabbed Ringo's wrist, turned and left.Guangjin, who was a transparent person on the side, still took a few steps slowly to follow up, but Yoni kindly greeted the worried civil servant.

"You have worked hard."

She originally wanted to say that even if it was the mafia, they didn't want to hurt ordinary people.However, considering his own position, and the behavior of Hong Kong and Black when the leader just changed a few years ago, he felt that this kind of reaction from the Supernatural Secret Service Division was normal.

I just didn't expect that Mr. Dazai had friendship with government agents.

It's a bit sad to see such a relationship that is bound by the positions of both sides.

No one did anything wrong, but they couldn't mingle...

"Yuni?"

"—Come on."

Yoni nodded politely to Ango and followed.

After turning the corner and seeing him no longer, Ringo, who had a long reflex arc, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Dazai, next time we'll just reserve the venue."

The person who was pulling him stopped, and the originally complicated heart sounds suddenly became extraordinarily quiet.

"I thought you would say, next time we don't come to this kind of place."

"Why? Mr. Dazai did nothing wrong. You were the one who was hunted down by those villains. Why did you have to stay at home and not go out? You told the policeman to make preparations, but he didn't appreciate it! Really! Angry!" She stomped her feet on the floor angrily, with a look of resentment.

"It's not like we don't have money! Right, Yoni?"

Obviously he didn't know the entanglement between those two people, and he couldn't hear Dazai's inner painful voice, but Ringo was able to give a perfect answer.She really cares about this new friend and wants to protect him with all her strength.

Youni raised his face, smiled and nodded to Ringo.

"Well, I think that's better too."

The author has something to say:

Zai: He doesn't believe me, he is wary of me, I'm so sad...

Ango: He must have other plans, he must want to make trouble, why is he so scary?

Youni: My apple is better.

The Zai in Anwu's impression is not the same as the reality, at least Mr. Mori is not dead at all.

But if he didn't say it, who would know?

Zai today's masochism. (1/1)