Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

Mafia base, communication room on the second floor.

The sound of typing on the keyboard clicked, and listening to the regular knocking sound made me sleepy.

I sat on the ground, covered my lips and took a breath, my eyes were misty, "Are you alright?"

In the entire communication room, there was only the light of the computer screen in front of him, Dazai's fingers fluttered, "Hurry up."

I let out another breath, and scrolled through the news in a boring way. I looked at Dazai's back while swiping.

During the few days when he was arrested, he didn't live particularly well. The windbreaker he was wearing was Zou Zoubaba's, and the bandages on his hands were also stained with dirt.

"Mr. Dazai, why do you have to go to such trouble? That's a reward of 70 billion. How about we two take the order, five to five points, delicious and spicy, and Mr. Dazai can buy many kinds of suicide supplies, realize Suicidal wish."

Although death is impossible.

Dazai raised his head, and seemed to think about it seriously, "Suicide? It's a bit exciting."

He said so, but the action of tapping the computer didn't stop.

Osamu Dazai looks lively and cheerful on the surface, even a little nonsensical, he is an enthusiastic person.

But I know that this person hides very deeply, so deep that no one can see through.

I opened my wallet, and there was a photo inside, but one side was missing.

In the photo, Dazai is much younger than he is now, wearing a black suit, with a non-standard bandage on his face.

And beside him, I was holding the game console I snatched from Dazai in my hand. I was yelled, and I looked up in astonishment. The me in the photo was still a little funny.

There was also a man sitting on the side with a serious face, serious.

I put away the photo, buried my head in my knees, and said in a muffled voice, "You are so kind to Dunjun. Could it be that your conscience has discovered your wrong way of educating Jiejiang and plans to correct it?"

"I'm not the Kunikida-kun who cares about you."

I said angrily: "You are not allowed to personally attack our old father!"

After a while, I said again: "Could it be because his voice sounds like Zhu-chan." I realized it the first time I saw this boy.

The communication room was quiet, and the sound of typing on computer keyboards also stopped.Dazai did not answer this question, and the sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again after a few seconds.

After a while, he finally found what he wanted, "I found it."

I stood up and leaned over, "A combination?"

I thought the name of the Port Mafia was simple and crude, but I didn't expect there to be a simpler and cruder one.

I said in distaste: "Can these nameless people come up with a cool organization name?"

Dazai nodded, "Yes, at least it deserves a name like 'suicide today' and 'all dead'."

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I complained: "Don't impose your own wishes on other people's organization names!"

Dazai wiped away the traces left behind, turned off the computer, and said casually: "I think it's pretty good, it's domineering, and simple and clear."

"I think it's frustrating and unlucky. Which organization would call all the staff dead?! Only you, a fool, can figure it out!"

"It's obviously such a great name, Xiaobai, you really don't have the level of appreciation!"

"I don't have the level of appreciation? I don't understand the level of appreciation for the brainless!"

I pulled Dazai and turned around, kicked the person in the dark, and the screams of destruction echoed in the space.

"I really can't help kicking."

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Dazai's forehead.

I patted his hand and said, "I've already restrained my strength from you, this is the power of my kick."

Dazai's eyes widened, and he muttered, "The power is too great. If this kick really hits me, how can I use capital to attract beautiful women to die in love with me?"

I crossed my arms and glanced at Dazai who was thinking about it, "Why don't you leave?"

"Okay, Lady Queen!"

I snorted, in the face of absolute strength, any idiot is a paper tiger!

It was still raining outside, Dazai and I turned around, bypassed the secret sentry, and left the mafia base.

Rainy weather is easy to make people sentimental and miss people hidden deep in memory.

I touched Dazai, "Mr. Dazai, let's go and put incense sticks on the assistant sauce."

Zhu Jiang was buried on a hillside near the sea. Although it is very simple, it is at least a seaside cemetery near the sea. It is quite similar to a seaside villa.

Thinking about it this way, it seems taller.

My idea of ​​offering incense was ruthlessly destroyed by the heavy rain and strong wind.

Dazai stood on the hillside, staring at the sea.If the rain keeps falling like this, Zhujiang's ocean-view cemetery will become an underwater cemetery.

I frowned and looked at Dazai who was standing on the hillside, and said dissatisfiedly, "Can you show some respect to Su-chan?"

Dazai cast a glance at me, "You, who planted grass on his grave, respect him?"

I looked at the green grass on the hillside, I didn't respect Zhu-chan, look at this vibrant, green grass, if Zhu-chan was still alive, he would definitely praise me seriously.

Dazai jumped down the hill and splashed mud and water on me.

I roared angrily, "Osamu Dazai!"

"Ah, the same style as mine is dirty."

I kicked Dazai into the sea neatly. I heard the sound of bubbling and bubbling. I squatted down and looked at the dark water, and shouted: "Mr. If you don't go to work, I will ask Kunikida to deduct your salary."

Dazai popped his head out of the water, spat out the water, and said in a daze, "Is this the Paradise of Elysium that I've always dreamed of? Hey, why can you still see the grave of Oda Saku-kun in the Paradise of Elysium?"

I reluctantly dragged Dazai into the taxi, and reported the address to the taxi driver. I smiled and slapped Dazai twice, trying to wake him up.

I looked at Dazai, whose eyes were gradually clearing up, and couldn't help complaining: "Mr. Dazai, are you a masochist? Also, did you fall into the water or were you drunk? The play was wrong."

Dazai opened his eyes wide and thought for a long time, "Hey, I fell into the water, not drunk."

"Okay, stop pretending."

Dazai laughed like an evil villain, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, "Xiaobai, you know too much."

The taxi stopped, and I didn't bother to care about Dazai who was already immersed in the vicious script. I took out the wallet from his windbreaker pocket, and after taking out a few, there was very little money in the wallet.

I held up an umbrella and dragged Dazai out. He held his wallet in mourning silently, looked at me angrily and asked, "Why did you take a taxi to separate me from my love money!"

"Could it be that you want me to pay a sky-high taxi fare?!"

Taking a taxi in Nihong is definitely the most expensive act. In order to ensure the safety of the taxi transportation industry, the prices of Nihong’s cars are all set by the government, and the conditions for becoming a taxi driver are extremely strict. And regular maintenance of taxis also requires a certain fee.

Although it is expensive to take a taxi, those veteran drivers who have been trained for many years can show their full strength in the hail of bullets in Yokohama.

When I opened the door, Dazai was still moaning about his wallet.

This house was assigned to me by the detective agency. After Dazai came to the detective agency two years ago, he was originally allowed to live with Kunikida, but because Kunikida strongly refused, he was thrown into the room at that time like a sandbag. I am the only one who is familiar with him.

After I went to take the place of Noshin Sheng, this place became Dazai's world.

Now that I think about it, I get angry. Haven't they considered the difference between men and women at all?And me, a beautiful and naive weak woman, will be teased by this scumbag.bother?

I took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet, and I was keenly aware that another woman had worn my slippers.

I poked around and asked Dazai, "Did you bring another woman here?"

Dazai raised his head slightly, thought for a while and said, "Oh, it's Sasaki-san."

I clenched my hands into fists and stepped heavily on the floor, like an angry dinosaur, looking up at Dazai's face with scars and faint palm marks, I punched him in the stomach.

"Scumbag!"

Dazai coughed a few times, and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, are you jealous? Xiaobai, are you definitely jealous?"

A slipper was kicked off, and the sole plate hit Dazai's face, and the slipper fell, leaving a big shoe print on his face.

I jumped over with my little feet up, picked up my slippers, and snorted, "Scumbag!"

"Where am I a scumbag, I am obviously a warm man who is friendly and gentle to women."

What misconceptions did he have about himself?A face is a good thing, but Osamu Dazai never had one.

The sound of the washing machine spinning was especially clear in a quiet room. I looked towards the bathroom dissatisfied, "Can't you wash it tomorrow? It's so noisy!"

"I'll have nothing to wear when I wash tomorrow."

"May I beg you to honorably retire Su-chan's coat?"

"Not good~"

I covered my head and checked Twitter with a headache, and the sound of the washing machine humming was disturbing.

Now I can't wait for Zhu-chan to come back to life and put his windbreaker in the ground with him.

After Zhu-chan's death, he didn't leave anything behind. The windbreaker that Dazai wore all the year round was left by Zhu-chan.

And what makes people feel incredible is that the windbreaker of Zhuchan seems to have a magical buff that will never break. It has been four years since Dazai and I defected to the Mafia after Zhuchan died.

For four full years, he hasn't changed another coat, which is already a big flaw.

I sat up from the sofa suddenly, watching the news on the screen in disbelief.

I sent a few question marks with my fingers to the man on the other side of the screen.

[? ? ? ]

The message was returned quickly, and there was only a simple question mark.

[? ]

[Link, Hakushiki Kurihara Shocked.jpg, is it true?You want to come to Neon to be the coach of an unknown kid? ]

[I remember that he lost miserably in the challenge final last year...]

[Yuri is super talented, if you watch him, you will definitely like him. ]

I snorted disdainfully and typed,

[My heart will always belong to Yuzu Hanyu who has retired. ]

[... Hanyu is indeed the pinnacle of figure skating. ]

The man on the opposite side of the screen is Viktor Nikiforov, the most dazzling existence in the Russian figure skating arena. Just last year, he achieved five consecutive championships in the men's singles in the Grand Prix final, and he was 27 years old.

I knew this man before I came to the Armed Detective Agency.

At that time, the Grand Prix was being held at the Tokyo Gymnasium. I was preparing to watch the race while I was working in the Mafia, but I saw this Victor surrounded by players from several other countries outside the Gymnasium.

I just whistled, and pulled off the windbreaker to reveal the hands on the waist.gun, and they ran away in fright.

This group of cowards, Victor, who was not yet surrounded by the crowd, was calm. Later, when I learned that he was a man of the fighting nation, I understood where his calmness came from.

That is, in the year I met him, Victor won the Men's Grand Prix.

After chatting with Victor for a few more words, I turned off the phone.

I took out the USB flash drive that Zhongya gave me from my pocket, and I inserted it into the computer on the desk, and there was only a simple folder in it.

After clicking on it, the pictures and information inside were matched with the familiar people in my mind one by one.

I hold the mouse and stop on the two names.

I hesitated for a long time and did not open it.Scrolling down, I saw a familiar blond man. I raised my eyebrows and looked at this handsome man on the screen who even took a snapshot.

Dazai stood next to me mysteriously, "Who is this? He is as handsome as me."

"My future husband."

Dazai pointed at the blond man on the screen, then at me, and said angrily, "Scumbag!"

I smiled at Dazai with a standard eight-teeth smile.

"To each other, to each other."

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