I was touched by Yokohama

"The person who gets you, but can't get your heart?"

Osamu Dazai repeated Chacha's words, and suddenly laughed, and buried his face in Chacha's body, trembling with laughter.

Chacha turned her head to the side, and what she saw was his trembling black furry head.

"Mr. Dazai, please don't lean on me all the time." She pushed Dazai's head away without changing her expression, and her white fingers sank into the fluffy and soft black curly hair.

... a little easy to touch.

Chacha fumbled a couple of times, messing up that short black curly hair a bit messy, before she could withdraw her hand, Osamu Dazai grabbed her and revealed herself.

"Sorry." Chacha, who was accurately grasped by the wrist, met the meaningful eyes of the kite, very calm, not guilty at all.

"It doesn't matter." Dazai Osamu was also very magnanimous and didn't care about the messed up hair, and quite easily let it go.

Chacha glanced at him, it would be normal for someone else, but for Osamu Dazai, this magnanimous and non-problem attitude is unusual.

Sure enough, next, Chacha listened to Osamu Dazai change the subject.

"After all, Miss compensated." Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, watching the girl's iris-colored eyes darken, filled with endless meaning, as if carrying some kind of deep desire that could swallow people up.

"I am very happy to get the person who can get Miss."

Cha Cha: "..."

"Miss, would you like to try it?" The black-haired, kite-eyed boy rested his forehead on the girl's neck, and whispered softly in her ear, his voice was as sweet as hook silk, with a little rustling hoarseness.

He wrapped his arms around Chacha sitting on his lap, and a dark and beautiful smile appeared on his handsome face, like a goblin who tempted people to fall into the abyss of desire willingly with him.

"I promise, I won't disappoint the lady."

The petite girl with snow-haired golden eyes seemed to be drawn into his arms from behind.

Chacha feels that Mr. Dazai at this time is more like a glamorous flower blooming in the dark, with a strong aroma that will rot completely in the next moment, like death and destruction.

And now, this flower of darkness is wrapping its flexible branches around her body and refusing to let go, tempting her to step into the darkness together with its beautiful petals.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha sighed and said softly, "Is Mr. Dazai afraid of something?"

The expression on the face of the black-haired, kite-eyed boy gradually faded, turning into a blank, meaningless indifference.Without saying a word, he just hugged the girl in his arms tighter.

He is a coward who is afraid of losing, and he has a premonition that Chacha will leave sooner or later, and this day is gradually approaching.

——Everything he gets will be lost one day, let alone the girl in his arms that he never got.However, even if he didn't get it, he has already begun to taste the pain of losing it.

Especially in the elevator, when she said that she would not use his card again, Osamu Dazai clearly captured her desire to leave in an instant, and realized even more that she couldn't find Chacha in the past and wanted to leave. There can be no ties.

Osamu Dazai even vaguely felt that this was not the first time he tasted this kind of taste.

"Miss, do you want to know what I think?" Osamu Dazai chuckled, his voice raised slightly, as if there was nothing unusual, and Chacha didn't let Chacha see his expression, "Can you answer me a question? That would be fairer." oh."

"What's the problem?" Chacha asked.

"Miss." Dazai Osamu rested his chin on her shoulder affectionately, and in a lazy tone, the words he spit out slowly were no less than a thunderbolt.

——"That piece of my salary card, you didn't get it from where, but I gave it to you, right?"

It is not so much an interrogative sentence as it is an affirmative sentence.

Chacha paused for a while, and didn't speak. The more he said, the more flaws would appear. He just didn't know if Osamu Dazai had really discovered any evidence when he said this suddenly.

"Sure enough." Osamu Dazai seemed to have received some kind of confirmation, his eyes were deep.

But it doesn't matter, Chacha doesn't panic, she feels like Edogawa Ranpo predicted that those systems will be completely cleared in a short time.

Leaving after cleaning, Chacha is like a ruthless scumbag, and she doesn't think Yokohama will be without herself.

Maybe they care about these people, at least they don't hate her, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get close to her from the very beginning, but in comparison, the world consciousness wants to sleep well.

Thinking of this, Chacha couldn't help but yawned slightly.

"Miss seems to get sleepy all the time." Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and there was undisguised inquiry in his eyes.

There are too many mysteries about the lady, if you want to find out the truth, you have to know more, more.

Then you are eligible to leave what you want.

Chacha didn't answer this question, but looked back at Osamu Dazai.

She picked up the chin of the black curly-haired boy with her fingertips, and looked into his eyes.

A flash of surprise flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and then, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.It has to be said that no matter what the inside is, this youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia has an extremely handsome skin, and his smile is also very pleasing to the eye, very deceptive.

"If it were Miss who got me, I wouldn't have any objections." His pretty iris-colored eyes glistened with water, revealing some unspeakable temptation, "If Miss wants, um~ take it apart My bandages, I will not refuse."

At this moment, Chacha's hand was placed on his throat, touching his Adam's apple through the bandage, and it was precisely because of this that Osamu Dazai moaned.

"It's just to confirm whether there is a key," Chacha said righteously, "Mr. Dazai, don't say anything strange."

"At this time, Miss is still thinking about the key." Dazai Osamu sighed quietly, "Well, I should have known that Miss is this type."

"So Miss, have you found it?" He said with a smile, "If you can't find it, I will not show mercy to Miss's 'interrogation'."

Naturally, Chacha didn't find anything from the bandage on the other party's Adam's apple.

Her fingers slid all the way down her Adam's apple, and her fingertips landed on the position of his heart, where the beating was smooth and gentle, as if it hadn't been affected.

Even though Chacha pressed the deadly part of the heart, Osamu Dazai still looked calm, with a relaxed smile on his lips: "Miss, I want to check..."

"Mr. Dazai," Chacha interrupted him, "I'm a little proud."

"Eh?" Dazai Osamu showed an innocent expression, and only had time to utter a tone word, Chacha, who was originally sitting on his lap, changed her posture.

She got on the sofa, condescendingly facing Osamu Dazai, with the other hand on the back of the sofa, leaning over and forcing the black-haired, iris-eyed boy to lean back a little.

The tail of the girl's snow-colored long hair hung down, and a lock gently swept across his cheek, carrying a cool and sweet aura that belonged to her alone.

Osamu Dazai was at a loss for the sudden situation that happened now.His eyelashes trembled slightly, and at this extremely close distance, his kite eyes reflected the girl's lowered head gazing intently at him.

"Mr. Dazai, you think I can't find the key." Chacha said softly.

"Only at this moment, I suddenly don't want Mr. Dazai to be so proud."

Osamu Dazai blinked, and the confusion in his eyes dissipated quickly, but he didn't try to change the posture similar to being slammed by the wall, but said: "Then miss, have you found the key now?"

Chacha: "Mr. Dazai is the key."

"Oh? Why did the lady say that?"

"Because Mr. Dazai must be able to open this pair of handcuffs, even if he doesn't have the original key." Chacha said calmly, "I believe Mr. Dazai has the ability to do it."

Her golden cat eyes are like the color of honey, clear and determined.And when he said this, he looked at him intently, as if there was only his shadow in his eyes.

It's really bad. Osamu Dazai knew that this was an illusion that humans are prone to in the current scene, but he still almost failed to control the calculated heartbeat frequency.

Osamu Dazai: "...Miss, this answer is a bit cunning."

He sighed, and complained in a drawn-out voice: "What a cunning wife!"

Under such gazes, how could it be possible to say that he couldn't open the pair of handcuffs!

Not to mention that Osamu Dazai is still the real king of lockpicking in Yokohama. Opening a lock is as easy as eating and drinking. No matter how difficult the lock is in his hands, he won't be able to go through one round.

To a certain extent, Osamu Dazai is indeed a more useful key than any others, but not everyone can use this key.

"Mr. Dazai, if you've had enough fun, remove the handcuffs." Chacha said expressionlessly.

"No," Osamu Dazai said, "Isn't this very good, don't miss think so?"

I never felt that way.Chacha stared at him for a while, pressing the hand on his chest with a little force, thinking whether to threaten him with removing the bandage.

After all, for Osamu Dazai, taking off the bandages is equivalent to running naked/running. When Chacha first took off his bandages when he had a fever, the other party seemed to be quite reluctant.

Although it was eventually removed.

Chacha would never have thought that she would welcome something even if she wanted to refuse.

But he didn't seem to be very resistant today, and he even looked forward to removing the bandage himself.Chacha hesitated again.

"Miss, what do you want to do again?" Dazai Osamu was lazily leaning on the sofa, his black curly hair was slightly messed up, and he looked like he was at your disposal.

Cha Cha: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, and was about to say something, when a slightly frightened blocking voice from Osamu Dazai's subordinate suddenly came from outside the door: "Lord Zhongyuan, wait, Master Dazai is..."

"Huh? What is that mackerel doing shady things?" Zhongyuan kicked the office door impatiently.

"Hey, Dazai, the previous mission..."

He paused, seeing the scene in front of him clearly, his cobalt blue eyes suddenly burned with raging anger.

"Osamu Dazai! What the hell are you doing to Chacha!!!"

"It's too bad, I ran in at this time." Osamu Dazai sighed, looking like he was disturbed by something good.

Chacha turned her head and got off the sofa: "Mr. Chuya."

"Chacha, has he made unspoken rules about your workplace?" Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled Chacha behind him, suppressing his anger.

"Slugs really don't have any vision or brains at all." Osamu Dazai sneered, and there was a show off that couldn't be ignored in the ridicule.

"This is the love between me and the lady."