Natsume's Little Mister

The whole city is covered in snow, and heavy locomotives with a high sense of technology go all the way up from the basin of Leibo Street, jumping out of the edge as if flying.

The engine of the limited edition locomotive roared fiercely and smoothly, and the cold wind howled in my ears.

"Hold on firmly!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also lowered his voice with faint excitement.

His cobalt blue eyes were like cold stars, he stared straight at the broad road, lowered his body, turned the accelerator in his hand to the bottom, and a faint red light instantly covered the surface of the locomotive.

The snowy roads are slippery and slippery. Few people ride or drive cars. Even if there are, they are all slow and careful, for fear that one will be out of control and cause a rear-end collision.

In their comparison, the figure of Zhongyuan Zhongya who soared to the highest speed was like a sharp arrow.

Speeding fast, rolling up sound waves, passing through the traffic like a dragon.

The strong wind engulfed them, leaving only the ground full of exclamations.

Natsume clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and the white hair that came out was left behind by the cold wind and speed before it could take shape.

He turned his head and looked out.

From the black windbreaker that was flying in the Central Plains, he saw someone on the side of the road exclaiming, the hat on his head was blown away by the wind they rolled up, and he was running after the blown hat.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who controlled the speed with one hand, also saw this, and the corners of his lips curled up in a wanton arc.

They started from Leibo Street, passed through the traffic on the main road, passed by the quiet port pier, turned a few turns, and sped on the plank road beside the coast.

The sea breeze blowing all the way from the ocean is tidal, and the dryness of the northwest wind is less than that of the coastal sea salt.

Mixed with Nakahara Chuya's cold men's aftershave smell, it flooded into his nostrils.

Before the warm air on his body was completely blown away, Zhongyuan finally stopped.

He stepped on the tripod, turned over, and stood tall beside the guardrail by the sea. The sky just after a snowfall was as clear as blue, and there were a few clusters of clouds in the distance, like silk.

After a long silence, Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed slowly, and with a "click" of his fingertips, the flame lit the cigarette.

He didn't smoke between his cigarettes, just staring at the smoke curling up and being blown away by the cold wind.

"I treat them as my family..." He let out a breath of gloom, as if he was facing the air in Nakahara, and he seemed to be doubting Natsume.

"I did my best. In a place like Leibo Street that cannibalize people, I went from having no common sense to building a shelter for everyone. I think I never felt sorry for them in the process, but The end result is that everyone is betrayed."

"Is it because I'm the only one out of the crowd?"

Nakahara Chuya turned his head to look at Natsume with a puzzled expression.

It was only at this moment that Natsume realized that Chuya Nakahara was only in his early twenties, while others at his age were still in college and were protected in ivory towers, Nakahara Chuya was already a qualified Mafia cadre up.

Looking at Nakahara Nakaya's puzzled eyes, Natsume's childhood scene appeared in Natsume's mind. It sounds cool to be able to see monsters, but it is tantamount to disaster and trouble for children who don't know anything.

He spoke to the air, bypassed a piece of air for no reason, pointed to the empty big tree and said, "The sister under the tree is greeting me"...

Natsume understands the helplessness of being in a crowd but being isolated, as if in a sea of ​​people, rubbing shoulders with others, but still alone and out of place.

"Heterogeneous?" Natsume repeated a rhetorical question, raising his eyelids, a pair of warm brown eyes stared straight at Nakahara Chuya's without blinking, and said:

"You are not an outlier."

"You are just too outstanding and too principled. Among a group of people who have no principles and only have interests, you will only make them feel ashamed to be jealous, and do everything possible to use and defile you, and let you fall into the quagmire with them. "

"You are not an outlier, they are."

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Natsume with a serious expression for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and covered his eyes and smiled.

"I'm Mafia, with blood and human lives on my hands, are you sure I'm the kind of principled person you said?"

After speaking, he stepped forward and approached Natsume.

"If I remember correctly, you are from the Armed Detective Agency, right? Does your boss know how you comment on the cadres of your enemy's family?"

Natsume lowered her slender eyelashes, smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "This has nothing to do with your position, a certain Mafia who will help the old lady cross the road."

"Hello!" Nakahara Chuya's face darkened, and subconsciously flashed in his mind the old grandmother whom Osamu Dazai had pretended to be, and the serious and serious atmosphere just now went off the rails, and it was hard to be serious again.

"Okay, let's talk about each other. It's rare to meet someone of the same kind who can see youkai. Let's exchange contact information." Natsume opened the line and handed it to Nakahara Chuya.

"Tsk, it's cheap for you. It's hard to get the contact information of this cadre."

But Natsume is the author he likes, and he is also his own kind, so he reluctantly agrees.

Seeing his soft and weak appearance, if he refuses, the other party will cry, right?

Zhongyuan Zhong also secretly found reasons for himself in his heart.

Lunch was settled at a curry shop operating at a port recommended by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

The spicy curry is super spicy, but it tastes very refreshing, especially after eating in winter, the body is warm and comfortable.

Before leaving, Natsume remembered that he had seen Osamu Dazai envious of spicy curry, and brought him a copy by the way.

After watching Nakahara Chuya leave, Natsume turned and entered the red brick house of Buteisha.

The door of Buteisha was not closed, and there was a "friendly" communication between Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo.

"Huh? I smell curry." Osamu Dazai poked his head out suddenly, facing Natsume outside the door.

"Dazai, good afternoon." Natsume shook the convenience bag in his hand, "Here you are."

Osamu Dazai blinked, pointed at himself and said, "For me?"

Natsume nodded, stuffed the spicy curry into Dazai's hand and said, "I saw that you seem to be craving curry, and you couldn't walk when I encountered it several times, so I brought you a copy."

Osamu Dazai was stunned, when did he see that Curry couldn't move?

Isn't it just a few times when he thought that his best friend likes spicy curry the most, he was a little sad, how could he be considered as wanting to eat spicy curry?

He is obviously a cat's tongue, he can't eat spicy food! (Cough, although he occasionally eats while being spicy to the point of tearing up.)

Osamu Dazai opened the bag to take a look, and the hotness rushed to his face, he couldn't help but take half a step back to show respect.

Natsume took advantage of the opportunity to enter the house, and was startled by the messy environment.

"This is..." Natsume asked, pointing to the documents on the ground that seemed to have been robbed by bandits.

Kunikida Doppo passed by silently holding his notebook, pointed at Osamu Dazai casually and said, "He ate poisonous mushrooms last night."

Natsume understood immediately.

"Natsume—" Atsushi Nakajima's voice came over, and Natsume noticed the little tiger who was almost buried by the documents.

The other party was sitting on the ground sleepily, and Dazai Osamu was his master, so if the master got into trouble, he, his apprentice, should take the lead as a matter of course.

Now I am overwhelmed by the files in this room.

Natsume knelt down and helped him tidy up.

After a while, Natsume was attracted by the description on a document.

"A certain group of people with supernatural powers in the Stars and Stripes——(Guild) combination, encountered an unknown attack when they entered the territory of Japan with a white flying whale, and now they crashed on the sea?"

"The following members are missing - Captain Fitzgerald, Howard Philip Lovecraft..."

A photo is also thoughtfully attached below the name.

Natsume looked over, and when he saw Lovecraft's appearance clearly, he couldn't help frowning.

Isn't this the person who attacked them outside the high school of magic, no, monster?

He remembered that he also pressed part of the opponent's body in the deep sea of ​​a different space...

No, Natsume suddenly remembered that the space containing part of the other party had been exiled, so, did that part of the other party's body disappear with the space, or did it lose its confinement and return?

The rationality in Natsume's heart was telling him that in that case, he would definitely be destroyed, but his intuition was reminding him that the other party was a monster that could not be measured by normal theorems.

Seeing that Natsume stopped moving, Atsushi Nakajima leaned over and let out a surprise when he saw the photo.

"Isn't this the big octopus monster from that day?"

It is really astonishing that he is still alive after being injured like that, and he is alive and well.

Natsume put away the document and said to Atsushi Nakajima: "You should be more careful, I think the people in the group have not given up on you yet."

Hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima's expression became more serious, he nodded seriously, and assured Natsume: "I won't place orders for a while."

It took a lot of effort to clean up the Butei Club, and other members of the club came one after another.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Natsume in the Butei Club.

"I haven't seen Natsume in the office for a long time, I really miss it." Yosano Akiko was the first member to join the club besides Natsume, Ranpo and the president, and she was very familiar with Natsume.

She hadn't seen him in the office for more than a month, and when she suddenly appeared, she realized that Natsume was there, and the atmosphere at Butei Club suddenly changed.

It's like having an adhesive, it blends together perfectly.

Everyone agreed with Yosano Akiko's discovery.

Indeed, Natsume is really a very gentle and caring senior.

With him around, the flowers and plants in the club are all well-raised, the flowers in the vases are all fresh, and the small fish are lively and agile;

Every inadvertent little corner has the little things he added, warm coasters, cartoon drawer boxes, carbon pens with names on them, or everyone’s favorite drinks and snacks in the drawer;

There are also various snacks and meals that often appear, milk tea and coffee, and the water is always warm. When taking a nap, the curtains are drawn at some time, and a thin blanket is put on the body...

There are all kinds of things, not to mention.

It was only when we talked about it that Natsume had done so much for everyone silently. It can be said that every corner of Buteisha has his care.

The more everyone boasted, the more excited they became, and Natsume, the person involved, couldn't look directly at the compliments.

He hurriedly stopped the topic, suppressed the enthusiasm on his face, and asked, "Do you know Rage God?"

"Araba spit? I know, don't you think our Yokohama train station is a big statue of Araba spit?" Junichiro Tanizaki replied eagerly.

"Eh? Isn't that an alien?" Atsushi Nakajima exclaimed.

"Of course not aliens. Rage gods can be seen everywhere in Yokohama, and they are gods that have been legendary for a long time."

Everyone sat around and discussed, but no one noticed that at this moment, Osamu Dazai was strangely silent.

Although Natsume is the author he likes, he is willing to call for him, and he is willing to smash the wall for him, but the identity of Aragami is a secret between Nakahara Chuya and him. This is a matter of principle, even if it is the author he admires. , Osamu Dazai will not reveal a single cent.

Unless Nakahara Chuya himself agrees that he can tell this secret to others, Dazai Osamu will not tell it.

Osamu Dazai watched other people enthusiastically discussing whether Arabato is a god or an alien, and he was amused. They must have never thought that Arabato would be a person, a boy, and a member of their hostile organization port Mafia. a cadre.

The corners of his lips twitched, as if everyone was drunk and the only one was sober.

He glanced at the seat that belonged exclusively to the world's No. 1 detective, and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mr. Ranpo went out to work outside, otherwise such an interesting scene would not have happened.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was far away in Mihua Town, suddenly sneezed, touched his nose silently, and said to the president Fukuzawa Yukichi next to him: "Osamu Dazai must be talking about me, let's finish the case and go back soon." Bar!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi held his sword and nodded silently.

However, they didn't see that behind them, a certain Reaper elementary school student was passing by on a skateboard.

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感谢在2020-12-2908:58:02~2020-12-3000:16:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: there are three thousand stars and one;

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