The human disqualification of an outsider

In the office of Tokyo Scepter4, Reiji Munakata was flipping through a document, and from time to time glanced at Osamu Dazai and Kusaku Yumeno who were sitting leisurely aside, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he paused, and handed the document to the waiting Fushimi Saru Hiko who replied, waved his hand to signal him to go out first.

Fushimi Saru Hiko nodded slightly, took the documents, glanced at Osamu Dazai before leaving, thought for a while and said to his head, "Head, the King of Gold has an invitation."

"I know." Munakata Reiji blinked, and after watching Fushimi Saruhiko leave, he slowly set his eyes on Dazai Osamu and Yumeno Kusaku, and asked, "I don't know what Mafia is doing here ?”

According to common sense, I am a government agency here, so is it really okay to come to a government agency as a mafia?Or is it completely relying on the ability to eliminate sex without fear?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Osamu Dazai, waiting for the other party's answer. Reji Munakata has always been a calm person. The occasional agitation and excitement mostly appeared when facing a violent red king. For the rest of the time, he would rather To think and calculate.

What does Osamu Dazai's power look like? He believes that some time ago, all the kings realized that this person's power is enough to influence the king, and can make the king lose power in an instant. He is obviously not the king. Not to mention the colorless king who has the power to interfere with other kings. A single outsider can do this, and this person is enough to be mentioned in the most dangerous ranks.

"I'm just expressing our goodwill on behalf of the leader~" Dazai Osamu said so, he stretched out his hand, gently picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea. Hands stained with bloody mafia.

Even though there was a melancholy aura around him, he was more like a well-educated nobleman, his every move was full of elegance and charm, making it impossible to move one's eyes away.

"Mr. Dazai, he looks a bit annoying." Stretching out his hand and pulling Dazai's clothes, Yumeno Kusaku's eyes fell on Dazai's kimono. Mr. Dazai was not wearing that mafia costume, but put it on A beautiful kimono.

The low-key and luxurious fabric is densely covered with beautiful dark patterns, which emit a faint brilliance under the light, but it is beautiful in a flash. The bandage on Dazai Osamu's face was also taken off, and the iris-colored eyes and the chest The family crests in front reflect each other, exuding an indifferent and noble atmosphere.

"Mr. Dazai looks good now." He bluntly expressed his love for Osamu Dazai's outfit, Kusaku Yumeno still held the haori that Osamu Dazai casually put aside in his other hand, he leaned over and sniffed it, There was a faint fragrance.

"Don't just smell other people's clothes," Dazai Osamu slapped Yumeno Kusaku on the head, and put the haori back on his shoulders. He was used to wearing a windbreaker on his shoulders, and there was something missing from his shoulders. , I always feel a little uncomfortable.

He chuckled lightly, touched the wall of the cup with his finger, put it down lightly, smacked a faint smile, and said, "Mr. Munakata seems a little surprised?"

"Cough..." Zongxiang Lisi paused, pushed his glasses with his finger, and said lightly, "What do you want to discuss?"

——The mafias who had no connection with each other suddenly ran over for no reason and said to visit or something, there must be some hidden plan!

"Mr. Munakata doesn't seem to believe my words," chuckled, Osamu Dazai raised his sleeves to cover his face halfway, his kite-colored eyes blinked, reflecting Munakata Reisi's serious appearance, he couldn't help laughing again, Then he said slowly, "I just came here as a relative of Slate to see the person it has chosen."

"A relative of Shiban?" Frowning, Munakata Reisi felt that this person was completely nonsensical, and he was saying something that didn't make any sense. Could it be that he still wanted to fool himself?

"Yeah, the one inside the stone slab is my father, um... To be precise, it should be regarded as my father's generation." Thinking of what the slate told him before, Osamu Dazai's eyes twitched slightly, wanting to use this as a blow Munakata Reishi, "My parents chose Mr. Munakata as the spokesperson for the order, so I couldn't help but want to see what the order my parents recognized looks like."

He spoke slowly, and his unhurried appearance made people uncomfortable. Dazai Osamu seemed to have picked up the demeanor he maintained before he left home, and the smile that was always pursed at the corner of his mouth was extremely standard, with A sense of alienation and distance, but it makes people feel disgusted.

"The Yokohama Concession has day, dusk, and night, and Tokyo has the king of gold and the king of blue. Come to think of it, this is a different portrayal of order."

Reiji Munakata has heard about the order in Yokohama, the Special Ability Division during the day, the Armed Detective Agency at dusk, and the Port Mafia at night. Now that he is an existence of order, the entire Scepter4 indeed includes the authority to manage outsiders. Thinking about it this way, this person is probably alluding to Yokohama's special ability department?

"You mean... supernatural powers?" Reiji Munakata stripped out what the other party really wanted to express from Dazai Osamu's words, and couldn't help squinting his eyes. This person's words are always going around and around, although occasionally I would also like this kind of confrontation, but it doesn't feel very comfortable.

"Falsehood is just a stroke in the chess game." Hearing Munakata Reiji's deduction, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, and did not say whether the other party's guess was right, just went around talking like this, and raised his finger slightly , brushed the family crest on his chest, then took out a painted fan from his arms, and played with it, "We want to cooperate with Tokyo this time."

"Oh?" Seeing that Osamu Dazai finally got to the point, Reiji Munakata raised his spirits, ready to listen to what this guy had to say.

"I think I'll get news after a while, about the ambitions of some people and the landing of new outsiders." As soon as the painting fan was closed, the tip of the fan tapped on his palm, Dazai Osamu said in a low voice, and then took it out of his sleeve. He pulled out a long and thin note, stepped forward slowly and placed it on the opponent's desk, "I think you will be interested."

Looking down at the note, Munakata Reiji frowned, and his eyes fell on Dazai Osamu. He always felt that this guy seemed to be planning something, and it might have something to do with him, but he couldn't see it. what answer.

His eyes paused for a moment on Dazai Osamu's impeccable smile, then moved down and landed on the family crest on the opponent's chest, he squinted slightly, this family crest looks... a bit special?

Osamu Dazai had already delivered the note, so he didn't intend to stay any longer. He waved at Yumeno Hisaku, and led the child away from Scepter4 with a smile.

Fushimi Saruhiko, who had no idea what Osamu Dazai was here for, re-entered the room, and saw his head of office staring at a note on the table in a daze, paused, coughed forcefully, Calling back the other party's consciousness, he asked, "Master, the invitation from the King of Gold..."

"Ah, I'm going now." Munakata Reishi came back to his senses, raised his hand and squeezed his forehead, he picked up the note, opened it, and saw the words written on it - "Jungle, MIMIC".

He paused, thinking of Dazai Osamu's words about ambition and outsiders, he became suspicious, and handed this note to Fushimi Saruhiko, "Go and check these two."

"Yes, Chief." Yawning listlessly, Fushimi Saruhiko took the note, looked at the words on it with some confusion, and chose to leave to find out what happened.

Standing in front of the window to sort out his appearance, Reiji Munakata looked down from the window and happened to see Osamu Dazai who had just walked out of the gate. He looked at the figures of Yumeno Hisaku and Osamu Dazai, and the kimono of the other party appeared again in his mind The family crest on the screen, "The contrast between the front and the back is a bit big...Is it a problem with the clothes? Or that one, the family crest?"

He frowned, suppressed his thoughts, and turned to look for the King of Gold.

"Mr. Dazai, why did you go to the King of Blue?" Yumeno Hisaku asked curiously. After he left Yokohama and arrived in Tokyo with Dazai, he was dragged into a tailor shop by the other party. The tailor shop was probably the same What special base, after seeing Mr. Dazai coming in, there is no need to communicate, and he directly gave Mr. Dazai a set of clothes, which is the kimono that Mr. Dazai is wearing now.

Haori raised the hem of his clothes with the movement, Dazai Osamu smiled, and walked on the street, it was rare that he did not focus on the beautiful young lady and the river that caught the eye, but kept his graceful movements, responding In the words of Yumeno Hisaku, "The Green King won't mind if I do something small for him."

"But, didn't Mr. Dazai expose him?" Yumeno Kusaku had been informed by Dazai of the cooperation between the two parties in advance, but he didn't expect Dazai to tell the key information of the cooperation to the King of Blue. Some don't understand Mr. Dazai's thoughts.

"Well... how should I put it, he doesn't really care about MIMIC, he just wants to use the opponent as a meat shield or something. If the King of Blue knows about MIMIC, if he wants to come, he will mobilize this team to come to Tokyo. The side will be more conspicuous, and it will be able to play a more role in the plan."

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, and briefly explained it, and then he dragged Yumeno Hisaku to the residential area. Among the rows of houses, a huge courtyard was particularly conspicuous, showing extraordinary momentum and courage.

"The Tsushima family?" Yumeno Hisaku looked curiously at the sign on the wall of the yard, and recognized who the owner of the house was. "Are we here to visit?"

"No, just take things." Osamu Dazai responded in a low voice, then pulled the other person to push open the courtyard door, and walked in without treating himself as an outsider at all. He just walked on the road in the courtyard, wearing clogs Stepping on the bluestone slab, there is a light sound, accompanied by the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the surrounding trees, the whole courtyard is still a silent world.

"It looks like no one." Yumeno Hisaku was very curious about Dazai Osamu's purpose here. He looked around, saw the densely covered trees and bushes in the courtyard, and also saw the clear small lake. The carp swims happily in it without feeling restrained at all. Occasionally, it pops out of the water and spits a bubble, leisurely.

Taking off his clogs at the entrance, Osamu Dazai did not comment on what Yumeno Hisaku said. In his eyes, there were people everywhere, and those monsters that were not seen by people stepped into the courtyard from the moment he stepped into the garden. For a moment, he surrounded himself, calling out to him one after another, just like the past ten years, as if he had never left this place in these years.

This is the place where Osamu Dazai was born and where he lived for 14 years before he ran away from home. There are no other humans in this house, only youkai and him.

He dragged Yumeno Hisaku skillfully around the labyrinth-like corridor, walked into a wing room, ignored the steaming tea in the beige room, walked directly to the cabinet, and took out an amulet.

"Mr. Dazai, this tea?" Yumeno Hisaku opened his eyes wide, but he watched the tea fly in from the door and put it in front of Dazai, "Here it comes! Is it a supernatural power? "

"It's not a supernatural power." Glancing at the little monster who was looking at him courteously, trying to make him drink a sip of water, Dazai Osamu responded to Yumeno Hisaku's question lightly, and did not drink the tea.

The purpose of his coming here is nothing more than to take a talisman, there is no need to stay here any longer.

"Mr. Dazai, are we leaving?" Unexpectedly, he came in just to do this thing, Yumeno Hisaku followed behind Osamu Dazai, looking at the huge courtyard curiously.

It took them nearly half an hour just to walk from the door of the house to this room, not to mention the distance from the door of the house to the door of the courtyard. the size of.

"It's just some blindfold." Osamu Dazai knew what Kusaku Yumeno was thinking. The house of the Tsushima family was never so easy to enter. There was no medium, no suitable place, and no accurate method. The reason why he couldn't walk in was because this kid had to follow him, and he wouldn't bother to press a one-time spell on the other person to let the kid follow him in.

For this courtyard, Osamu Dazai didn't have much emotion. Although he had a smile on his face here, he put away all his emotions. Beneath the smile was full of indifference and indifference.

Those monsters living with him are nothing but shikigami subdued by the monster exorcisers attached to the Tsushima family. The Tsushima family will not allow self-conscious beings to approach the people of the Tsushima family. Therefore, these shikigami have long been Their self-awareness was obliterated, leaving only the consciousness of being loyal to the master. Their movements were rigid, clearly alive, but without any breath of life.

Osamu Dazai is too familiar with this place. Since he was a child, there is no life in the empty world. Even himself cannot be called alive. A guy like himself who can't die no matter what can really be called called human?

He is nothing more than the future owner of the Tsushima family who has the blood of the Tsushima family and is eternally destined-the item that is forever engraved with the imprint of the Tsushima family and wanders the world.