How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko did not answer this strange question, but stared at Osamu Dazai for a while, and finally he seemed to suddenly realize it.

He tilted his head and asked.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

This question made Osamu Dazai look at Tatsuhiko Shibusawa with a dull face.

Has this guy really forgotten that he turned Yokohama upside down more than a year ago and left a mess before clapping his hands and running away?

Mingming was also filthy, but he was still able to escape.

Now, as the chief culprit, he still put on a dazed and innocent look, really...

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes flickered with a dull light, silently facing the guy in front of him who had brought great damage to Yokohama.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

"Fyodor D, that is, the devil, he is using you to carry out some kind of plan."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko closed his eyes, folded his hands and supported his head, silently listening to Osamu Dazai's words.

"You know, but don't care."

Osamu Dazai frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"So what does the devil want to do, or what does he want to get, so he sneaked into Yokohama again and again."

Yokohama, no, expand the scope a little bit, there must be something in Japan that Majin has always wanted.

Although Osamu Dazai didn't answer his question, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't care about these things. He listened to Dazai's question about Fyodor, and he didn't want to pay attention to their calculations at all.

Anyway, it's just a meaningless contest of decaying souls, why should he participate in it.

The brilliance of the brilliance of life is only sporadic.

He is deeply silent in his heart, and he has long known the emptiness and absurdity of this world, and everything is a mirror image.

"...the devil?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko opened his eyes, looked straight at Osamu Dazai, and felt that this was another boring person.

He looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

"What he wants to do has nothing to do with me."

There is no need to deliberately conceal or reveal the secret, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's voice is low and there is a hint of piety.

"What guides me to Yokohama has always been the road sign of the rules, the bright light."

"The devil just gave me a little clue, and the other things are just sending all the supernatural beings to the execution stand."

It is up to the gods to adjudicate the evil and punishment in the world.

As far as Shibusawa Tatsuhiko himself is concerned, there is no need for the existence of gods, and the brilliance of gods may not be brilliant.

The one who thought this way was that Majin.

Their ideas do have something in common, but Shibusawa Ryuhiko doesn't care what the devil thinks at all.

He even felt that the devil might have a brain hole, and he couldn't understand this person's magical brain circuit at all.

To wipe out all those with supernatural powers who have sinful breaths, create a brand new world, and let everything decayed be buried in the burning crime and punishment.

Is this kind of thinking really necessary?

Ah, if there is, it is probably the necessity of the table-legs.

After vaguely grasping Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's unfinished words, Osamu Dazai's expression became indifferent, and he quickly thought about how the Majin would act in order to realize his ideals.

Probing?search?Butt?

Should have.

Osamu Dazai analyzed it calmly, and felt that the key point of this matter should be who Majin is connecting with.

The purpose of bringing him across the ocean is definitely not simple, and the person who can connect with him will definitely not be an unknown person.

So, who is it?

When Dazai was lost in thought, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked again persistently.

"Yano, is that the name? I want to see her."

Osamu Dazai's mentality exploded in an instant, and he even regretted that he had named Yamano so that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko could also call him that.

His face was expressionless, his voice was gloomy and indifferent, and he flatly refused without any room for maneuver.

"No."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko raised his eyes to Dazai Osamu, only to see the faint red light and full of warning in his iris eyes.

"Remember to call the prosecutor."

It's not just calling him by his first name!

Then, Osamu Dazai left angrily, leaving Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was a little dazed after being rejected.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko blinked his eyes, wondering why he was warned, obviously his request was quite normal?

-

On the ground is a stronghold of the Ability Secret Service disguised as a library, and underground is another heavily guarded library.

The silver-white bookshelves extend infinitely, and the dim light makes it difficult to tell the direction of the road.

The "book" stored in the secret room glowed faintly, but it was not captured by the monitoring equipment.

Ms. Tsujimura, who was sitting at the desk outside the secret room and reading a book, seemed to have noticed something, and cast her eyes lightly into the distance.

In the theft incident more than a year ago, although the "book" was eventually recovered, one page was missing.

This incident was not discovered at first, but when the experimenters measured the entropy value, they found that the entropy value of the "book" was not consistent with the original one.

Only half of the missing page of the "book" was found, and the other half was unknown where it fell.

Because the Russian authorities were not easy to explain, the Supernatural Secret Service could not send personnel to investigate on the surface, and the secret agents sent secretly were also obstructed and had to give up the mission.

So this half page has been lost.

The experimenters of the Secret Service Section tried to use the recovered half of the page to deny the other half of the lost page, but they had no way of knowing the result.

Although he did not give up and continue to search, all the clues and information became blurred over time, so he could only maintain the status quo, hoping that the half page of the book used for the experiment had an effect.

"Are you worried about problems with the "book"? "

Ms. Tsujimura looked at Fushin Yano, who had just come by her side, with a calm and peaceful voice.

Fushin Yano, who was supposed to track down the demon's traces, considered his previous hunting experience, and decided to wait for a while until Osamu Dazai helped her analyze the demon's location.

During these idle hours, she came here to take a look at the situation of the "book".

"It shouldn't be a problem to put it here, but there is no guarantee for the half in the hands of the experimenter."

That's the best target to start with.

Fuxin Yano turned his gaze to Ms. Tsujimura, and said in a light tone, "So there should be corresponding protective measures."

Ms. Tsujimura smiled and nodded.

"I don't know the specifics. These things are managed by farming."

Her eyes were gentle, and she gave a suggestion.

"If you have concerns about this incident, you might as well try to ask Ayatsuji for help."

That was a homicide detective under the name of the Secret Service.

All you need to do is control the evidence and point out the crime you committed, and you can ignore any circumstances to achieve the horror of accidental murder.

Fushin Yano was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recalled the Ayatsuji pedestrian who was holding a doll and wearing a peaked cap.

She nodded, thinking it would be a good idea to ask Ayatsuji for help.

If Majin's whereabouts cannot be controlled, and his actions will indeed cause harm to Yokohama, then "Another" will send him to Huangquan Hirazaka.

In the next few days, Fuxin Yano read the plan made by Osamu Dazai and sent someone to drive away the demons.

Since Majin's target location does not seem to be in Yokohama, Fuxin Yano is more or less relieved.

As long as Yokohama is not harmed, other unimportant things can be ignored.

She did not go to arrest the person herself but sent troops to express her attitude, telling him to get out of the country as soon as possible, and don't wander around in Japan all day with nothing to do.

Of course, part of the reason is that I really don't want to hunt down this difficult guy again.

Because the process of catching the devil last time made her feel a little stuffed, she didn't want to try again.

The staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division have been working overtime these few days and are on standby at any time, for fear that Majin and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko will accidentally make something happen.

The Shibusawa Ryuhiko here refers to the supernatural body. The real Shibusawa is currently on a business trip with Kitamura, obediently making all kinds of clothes that suit his aesthetics.

This comparison inevitably made Fengxin Yaye lean towards the latter.

Therefore, she did not order someone to release Shibusawa Ryuhiko with the supernatural power, but acquiesced that he has been under the surveillance of the Secret Service.

Originally, the Secret Service was tolerant of Shibusawa’s ability because it would influence the situation of the battle, but now that he has a restrained and less perverted main body, the existence of the ability body seems to be dispensable. .

Therefore, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who was supposed to be released early in the morning, began to wonder why the guys from the Secret Service Division hadn't let him go yet.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't help being aggrieved.

Not only did he not show him the shining gem and let him go out, but the Supernatural Secret Service Division was too bullying, right?

Seeing Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who was a little irritable, the guards immediately reported the situation to the higher authorities.

Fushin Yano was slightly silent, and glanced at the smiling Dazai Osamu, feeling that things were a little tricky.

"...What did you do to provoke him?"

He didn't mean to criticize, but wanted to know what Dazai did to make Shibusawa Ryuhiko so impatient.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, showing an innocent and surprised look, as if he was completely ignorant of the situation.

His expression was gradually weeping, and he seemed to be secretly sad.

"Yano, don't you believe me?"

The choice is biased toward Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's little goblin.

Osamu Dazai, who had a lot of inner drama, put on a more weak posture, and there were a few false tears in the corners of his eyes.

Fushin Yano watched him perform for a while, then patted his head funny, with a bit more carelessness in his tone.

"Although I don't know what you did, I leave it to you to dispel Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's thoughts."

Just calm him down and don't let him mess up.

Dazai Osamu, who understood what she meant, immediately became more confident, and began to sue Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the main body, for the strange things he had done during this period of time.

Looking at Dazai's appearance, Fushin Yano couldn't help recalling how Shibusawa Ryuhiko offended him, and he should remember it so carefully.

"It's not narrow-minded!"

Fushin Yano, who had been seen through his thoughts, turned his face slightly to the side, not looking at Osamu Dazai's angry appearance.

This approach made Osamu Dazai dance even more vigorously, and he groaned and whimpered nonsense.

Being entangled and unable to concentrate on work, Fuxin Yano looked at his schedule and felt that he could leave the rest of the work to Sakaguchi-kun.

Anyway, the final result of handing over to Dazai is also done by Ango Sakaguchi, so it is better for her to just throw the work to Sakaguchi.

Please bear with me, Sakaguchi-kun.

Unexpectedly, Ango Sakaguchi, whose work had fallen from the sky, had just finished a pile of documents and reports in front of him, and was about to take a break when he was told that he had been assigned a lot of work.

Flipping through the work that should not have been done by him, thinking of Dazai Osamu who has entered the Fengxin Chief's office and has not yet come out, Sakaguchi Ango felt a stomachache, and felt that he could not overestimate the integrity of these two people.

Why the fuck do you want me to be bald when you don't work?

Trembling, he opened a document and started a new round of bald routine.

-

Majin didn't stay in Japan for a long time. During the confrontation with Dazai Osamu, he found that he couldn't easily get Shibusawa Ryuhiko back from the Secret Service, so he simply gave up on him.

Anyway, the most important thing to come to Japan this time has been completed, there is no need to risk getting caught to rescue Ryuhiko Shibusawa.

Besides, compared to this, the fact that Osamu Dazai left Hong Kong and joined the Supernatural Secret Service Division concerned him a little more.

Indeed, there are some conveniences that Hong Kong blacks can't provide, but in the final analysis, the Supernatural Secret Service is still a department set up by the state, which can mobilize the power of the government, which is unmatched by Hong Kong blacks.

Even if the Secret Service Section has many rules, it is undeniable that we need to be more afraid of Osamu Dazai who works in the Secret Service Section.

With Dazai's means, almost all the resources and authority of the Supernatural Secret Service Division are at his fingertips.

I just don’t know if Osamu Dazai is aware of the legendary conceptual weapon that can rewrite reality.

Fyodor pursed the corners of his lips, planning to use Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to engage in another wave of affairs, to divert Dazai's attention a little, so that he could evacuate from Japan.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was thrown into the No. [-] mechanism, planted mushrooms in the corner of the wall, and stared at Osamu Dazai who was staring at him outside the cell.

He has never been wronged like this in his life, especially when this guy named Dazai is still making tea in front of him.

"Yeah, Shibusawa-kun, isn't the environment here not bad?"

Quiet, spacious and comfortable.

Yeah, it would be nice if it wasn't an empty cell.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked back blankly.

It's not that he hasn't thought about using supernatural powers, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on Osamu Dazai.

The people in the surrounding cells and the guards don't seem to be people with supernatural powers, and his supernatural powers don't seem to have any use.

This realization shocked him for a while, and then he shut himself up on the spot.

Looking at Shibusawa Ryuhiko who obviously refused to talk, Osamu Dazai smiled indifferently, with a trace of calculation in his eyes.

Don't think that he doesn't know that the demon wants to use the white unicorn to cover his sight, so why can't he use the white unicorn to expose the demon.

The comparison is just who is better.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was used as a tool by two unscrupulous guys, slowly put out a question mark.

Conscience, is there?

-

While Dazai and Majin were plotting against each other, Fushin Yano received a formal invitation.

The letter was not sent to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but was sent to Hezhai in Kyoto.

The house that was blown up during the war has been restored, but because of work, Fushin Yano has no plans to live there, and he may not go back once a year.

The cleaning staff who went to clean regularly over there saw the invitation letter and called her to inform her.

Fengxin Yaye was a little confused, not sure who sent her the invitation letter.

Shouldn't the normal invitation process be called first?

She pondered for a while, wondering if she should ask the cleanup crew to open the letter and tell her what was inside.

However, considering that there are indeed some things that cannot be clarified on the phone, Fengxin Yaye decided to go back after thinking about it.

Counting the round-trip and stay time, it is only about half a day.

Fushin Yano, who got off the Shinkansen and returned to the Japanese house, was stunned for a moment, looking at the restored garden that was the same as before the war and was inexplicably silent.

The cherry blossoms in the garden are blooming again.

The cherry pink color of the trees renders a quiet beauty, and the petals falling with the wind also bring silent tranquility and tranquility.

Fuxin Yano opened the letter, and looked at the name of the person who signed the letter in silence.

It shouldn't be, knowing that she would refuse, why did Fukuchi Sakurachi send her a letter?

Instead of sending it to the Secret Service Section, it happened to be sent to He Zhai.

What the hell is he thinking?

Inviting her to meet, why waste these useless thoughts?

Her fingertips lightly scanned the signature at the end of the letter, Fukuji Genichiro, feeling a little confused.

Fukuchi Sakura must have something to tell her, and he was worried that she would refuse, so it was so formal.

However, she didn't want to see Fudi Yingchi.

She knew that she was venting anger, but she didn't think it was unreasonable.

However, there was still some hesitation.

Fuxin Yano glanced at the cherry blossoms that were falling, and watched the petals fall to the ground tremblingly, being swept up by the slight wind and overlapping with other falling cherry blossoms.

She watched the scene in front of her silently, her hand holding the letter dropped to her side.

Think of it for the memory of the pre-war that has disappeared.

After that, they never met again.

Fuxin Yano chose to attend the appointment.

She looked at Fukuji Sakurachi who had changed into a military uniform and felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and sat quietly.

"Knowing that you don't like wine, I specially prepared tea, freshly brewed, you can try it."

Fukuchi Sakurachi picked up the freshly brewed teapot and poured a cup, and handed it to Fushin Yano.

Looking at the tea in front of him, Fuxin Yaye took a look at the smile on Fudi's face and took it.

She felt the hot body of the cup, and suppressed all the emotions in her eyes.

If she was 12 years old, she probably couldn't help but refute, she just didn't like to see him talking nonsense while holding a big wine jar, it's not that she didn't like wine.

Now, after all, the atmosphere where you can joke around at will is gone.

"...What do you want me to do, just drink tea."

Fengxin Yaye's voice was almost without any emotion, she looked at the tea stem sinking to the bottom of the teacup, her eyes were cold.

Hearing this, Fukuchi Sakurachi was silent for a while before speaking slowly.

"In these years, the "Hound" has always followed the rules of neutrality and law, sweeping away everything that is an enemy of the country. "

He lowered his wrist, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"However, all cleaning sites are battlefields, and it is the Shura Garden where all justice, faith, and courage will die equally."

Fukuchi Sakurachi looked at the sky in the distance, and then turned back to look directly at Fengxin Yaye.

There was a bit of confusion in his words that he had never felt before.

"So, what is the purpose of my persistence for so many years?"

For the inevitable battlefield purgatory?

With a silent expression, he looked at Fengxin Yaye quietly, as if he was persistently waiting for an answer.

Fushin Yano's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Fukuji Sakurachi whose face was a little older than his impression, and gave a negative answer.

"Law is part of the rules, and a world without order is a battlefield."

Therefore, there is no need to question neutrality and order.

Since he chose to form the "Hound Dog", he had to accept that the battlefield is also a means of solving problems.

"I thought you wouldn't be bound by these notions."

Fushin Yano closed his eyes, not wanting to delve into Fukuji Sakurachi's true thoughts.

There is no need and nothing to do.

Fukuchi Sakurachi's philosophy will not change because of her few words.

"……yes."

Are you not bound by the concept of meeting?

Therefore, he has no regrets about his choice.

Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't say anything more, watched Fushin Yano leave, and poured himself a cup of tea in silence.

He sat quietly on the spot, and did not move his fingertips until the tea was slightly cool, and took out a somewhat old bracelet from the inside pocket of his clothes.

The cherry blossoms connected in series at the end of the bracelet are a bit severely damaged, and the braided strings look old.

He took a precious look at the bracelet and put it back in his pocket.

Finally, pour tea alone.

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