When the double black penetrates the if line

This is an empty and large office, and the heavy curtains are drawn tightly to prevent a ray of light from passing through.In the darkness and shadows, only a large desk and the figure hiding in the darkness behind the desk can be vaguely seen.

Layers upon layers of shadows covered the four walls of the room, and at a certain moment the shadows moved slightly, like a monster showing its teeth and claws, revealing its sharp minions——

The person sitting at the desk moved, his body leaned back slightly, and his slender legs stretched forward.Then, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Come in."

If anyone is here, they will definitely cry out in surprise.Because although this voice is gloomy and firm, full of the irresistible majesty of the superior, the only reaction in the mind is to obey, and it is impossible to produce the slightest sense of rebuttal, but the slightly clear voice and the faint ending But one thing is unmistakably revealed——

This is a teenager.A teenager who may not yet be a teenager, still on the dividing line between underage and adult.

After the boy's voice fell, there was a moment of silence, and then the door of the office was gently pushed open.

"leader."

A tall figure walked into the office, and the moment he entered the door, his footsteps stopped for a moment, as if he was confused by the sudden darkness, but soon he sighed softly.

With a "click", the light was turned on, and the darkness receded like a tide.

Standing in the doorway, one hand still on the light switch, was another young man.He has wine-red hair, and there is a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Why didn't you turn on the light?"

White light filled the office and illuminated the face of the man at the desk.

It was indeed a teenager, between 17 and 18 years old, with short black hair, wearing a dark suit jacket, and layers of bandages wrapped around his neck and exposed half of his wrist.

Although it is said that he is at the most youthful age, but he is full of dark and sharp aura.Under the broken black hair, one of the eyes was entangled by layers of bandages, and the other exposed eye was iris-colored. At first glance, it seemed to have a warm tone, but if you looked into that eye carefully, you would see it. You will find that there is no bottom to the inside.

It was like a bottomless abyss, and it seemed to be empty, making people fall continuously, and they couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

This boy is Osamu Dazai, the leader of the port mafia, the largest underground organization in Yokohama.

Regarding Oda Sakunosuke's act of turning on the light without saying a word, and the question with a little helplessness, Dazai Osamu did not say a word, just raised his eyelids and looked at the man with wine red hair in front of him.

Oda Sakunosuke sighed slightly in his heart again, but his movements were not ambiguous at all.

He took out the file bag he carried with him, took out the documents inside and put them on the table in front of Osamu Dazai: "These are all the information about Lei Ti Street, everything you want is here."

While putting down the document, Oda Sakunosuke's eyes quickly swept across the table.He saw countless bits and pieces of paper filled with drafts, and under a large pile of draft papers that he didn't know what to calculate, there was still a corner of the inner pages of the book.

The paper looked very old and yellow, and it was densely written with words, but before Oda could see what was written on it in detail, his sight was blocked by Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai sat up straight, resting his chin with one hand and twisting a corner of the document with the other.

His eyes flicked across the document, but Oda Sakunosuke knew for no reason that Dazai Osamu was not really looking at the information that the intelligence department worked overtime and worked hard all night to sort out in a hurry.

His eyes slid across it, but he saw nothing. The document left no trace in his mind.

Osamu Dazai stared unfocusedly at the photo at the bottom of the paper for a moment. It was a photo of Lei Ti Street. The place that was originally flat had a huge depression, as if it had been hit hard by something.

He was silent for a moment, then picked up the pen that was set aside, and ticked the document.

Red ink was drawn across the paper, and the sharp color of the blood made people's eyes hurt.

"That's it." Dazai Osamu did not turn over the rest of the document, but it did not prevent him from directly typing a stamp on another document on the table, "Bring this document to the person in the operation department." people."

"...Yes." Oda Sakunosuke opened his mouth when Dazai Osamu typed that chapter, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said such a word silently.

He picked up the stamped document, bowed slightly, and backed out of the office.

The door of the office opened silently, then was closed gently again, and only silence remained in the huge room again.

Osamu Dazai was sitting alone at the desk, his iris-colored eyes were still emotionless and unpredictable.

It took a long time before the corner of his mouth raised a small but frightening smile.

Like a bloodthirsty beast, it finally opened its bloody mouth.

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In the Armed Detective Agency, there was silence at the moment.

When he saw Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara who came to him for the first time, Kunikida went crazy.

He was no stranger to picking out a random face from these two people, but it was for this reason that his heart was broken even more.

In less than 0.1 second, Kunikida took out a gun and pointed it at Dazai Osamu's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, how can you be so impolite?" Dazai Osamu raised his hands, but his movements were perfunctory, "So now the Armed Detective Agency is always so rude to the distinguished guests who come to the door?"

"You are not a distinguished guest." Kunikida did not let go of his vigilance at all because of this, and looked at Osamu Dazai coldly, "Tell me, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, what is your purpose for coming to our armed detective agency in the middle of the night .”

Before Osamu Dazai spoke, Nakahara Nakahara beside him raised his eyelids and stared at Kunikida with those blue eyes: "I think you are the one who needs an explanation compared to us. .”

"What do you mean?" Kunikida frowned slightly.

He also knew this person, Zhongya Zhongyuan, the former top cadre of the port mafia.

only--

"Shouldn't you be dead already?"

Hearing this sentence, Nakahara Chuya couldn't help but a blue vein popped out on his forehead, and jumped twice.

Although he had received an early warning from Akutagawa Ryunosuke before, he was still very upset to be told that he was dead again.

After all, he is not like that bastard Dazai Osamu, who enjoys suicide all day long.If you pick out any normal person, you will be upset when you hear people say you are dead again and again.

"Again, I'm not dead." Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and his eyes were fierce enough to tear the person in front of him to shreds.

Perhaps sensing that something was wrong with the two people in front of him, Kunikida turned his attention to Akutagawa.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke turned his face away, thinking about how he was defeated with almost no power to fight back before, his face turned ugly again.

"It's useless to look at Akutagawa." Osamu Dazai said again, smiling, without the slightest awareness that he was being pointed at with a gun, "After all, Akutagawa was beaten up by Chuya before, but even if After being beaten up, Akutagawa failed to give any useful information."

He just looked at the two of them stubbornly, refusing to utter a single word, but Akutagawa's character didn't change at all.

Hearing this, Kunikida couldn't help but lose his expression.

He knows the strength of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, although it is not as good as the top group of people, but it is definitely top-notch.

Not only can he beat Akutagawa, but he can also beat him on the ground, and after he is done, Akutagawa can reluctantly lead the two of them to the Armed Detective Agency...

Kunikida felt a layer of cold sweat on the palms of his hands pinching the gun, and felt that with his own strength, he might not be able to stop the two uninvited guests in front of him.

"Then what exactly do you want to know?" Kunikida pushed his glasses with the hand that wasn't holding a gun, trying not to reveal his momentary confusion.

"There are many." Dazai Osamu showed his hole cards without hesitation, "For example, in your place, what is the distribution of forces in Yokohama, and who are the main members of each force."

"After all, if my guess is correct, this little black slug and I are from a parallel world."

"What?" Nakahara Chuya and Kunikida's voices sounded together, one was full of surprise, and the other was filled with a hint of unexplained joy in the surprise.

"You said you are from a parallel world, which means you don't belong to our world?" Kunikida asked quickly.

Osamu Dazai happily said, "If my guess is correct, yes."

Kunikida: "So you're not from the Port Mafia?"

Osamu Dazai: "Yes."

Kunikida: "So you are not the leader of Hong Kong gangsters? Is the person next to you not the top cadre of Hong Kong gangsters?"

Osamu Dazai answered crisply: "Yes."

Hearing this, a ray of ecstasy finally lit up in Kunikida's eyes, and a trace of excitement flashed across his expression.

He put down the gun in his hand, pulled up Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was standing stiffly on one side, and quickly retreated to the gate of the detective agency.

Then before Osamu Dazai and Nakahara had time to react, he closed the door of the Armed Detective Agency neatly.

"Click."

The lock on the door turned twice, making a crisp sound.

The gate was locked.

Dazai Osamu who was still standing outside the door: "..."