Yokohama diva, sultry online

Zhongyuanzhong also saw a bar. The colorful neon decoration is not impressive, but it can clearly tell others that this is a place for entertainment.

He doesn't dislike this kind of place. Mafia is involved in many other industries, and there are countless bars and the like. Zhongyuan Zhong also especially likes to go to his own bar to have a drink or two to refresh himself after completing missions.

He blinked. He hadn't seen this bar in Yokohama before. It probably just opened in recent years. Judging by the customers coming and going, it should be pretty good. He took off his school uniform jacket and clamped it on his forearm. Make yourself appear less student-like.

As a result, he was naturally stopped. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his age was there after all. Zhong Yuanzhong stroked his hair impatiently, his eyes sank, and murderous aura oozes out from his body bit by bit.

The gatekeeper was obviously shocked by him, standing there in a dilemma, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You don't do business that makes money?" Squinting his eyes to cover the fierce light inside, Nakahara no longer hesitated, tugged at his collar, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "I got nothing in Yokohama today, and he himself Not really a minor.

He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and put them in the hands of the security guard, and Zhong Yuanzhong walked in slowly while he turned a blind eye.

The decoration inside is quite beautiful and unique, with a strong European style.Considering that it is not too late and the lights are not too dazzling, there is a complete range of drinks, cups and bartending utensils. Zhong Yuanzhong is also sitting on the bar stool near the cabinet, and his delicate knuckles are buckled on the table.

"A glass of whiskey."

Fujiwara Hiroki put a question mark over his head slowly, and stopped bartending. Looking at Chuya Nakahara, who had a natural expression and was proficient in ordering wine, he felt a turmoil in his heart, but he didn't say anything to stop him.

He has been in the society for many years, and it can be seen that the boy's clothes are made of high-quality materials, but he ordered strong alcohol as soon as he came...

"Okay, wait a minute." It seems that he should drink well.

Zhongyuan Zhong also received many people's scrutiny along the way, and he knew why without guessing. He could find a place with few people, and he was very satisfied with the bartender in front of him who didn't say much.

The ochre-colored hair rubbed against his neck softly, as if he was brewing something. The ochre-haired boy raised his fingers and tapped the cup on the bar, making a crisp and pleasant sound. He lowered his eyes and did not know what he was thinking, ambiguous The bright lights enveloped him, separating him from his surroundings, as if he was out of tune with this flashy world.

There is an obvious sense of distance, and the small figure reveals loneliness and confusion.

Hiroki Fujiwara subconsciously focused his attention on Nakahara Nakaya. He watched the ochre-haired boy prop up his side face indifferently, sip his drink, and then narrowed his eyes slightly. Contented kitten.

No wonder he thinks this way, Zhong Yuanzhong is indeed quite satisfied, he temporarily forgets his unhappiness, and drinking can really make people forget their troubles, especially if he can't drink enough.

Just tilting his head up and taking a few sips, Nakahara Chuya's body warmed up, and the yellowish liquid flowed down the beautiful line of his chin. As expected, he wiped it off with his sleeve nonchalantly. Shake the empty glass upside down

Finished.

Looking around erratically, watching the bartender go to another place, Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up straight, tiptoed to get the wine in the wine cabinet by himself, but the wine bottle was placed a bit high, which made him very nervous angry.

After receiving another person, Hiroki Fujiwara saw this scene. His heart trembled twice, and he hurried over to help Nakahara Nakaya to sit down so that the wine in the wine cabinet would not be knocked down.

He glanced at the more and more guests after it was getting dark, "Sir, is there anyone coming to pick you up?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked his watery eyes, his bright red face showed a pure and innocent blankness, he opened his mouth slightly, and licked the wine stains left on his lower lip with the tip of his bright red tongue, his eyes were usually sharp His eyes looked at Fujiwara Hiroki without focus.

He patted the high platform in dissatisfaction, and then covered his eyes that were flashed by the neon lights, and hiccupped at the same time as he retorted, speaking intermittently so that people couldn't hear clearly, but the meaning was very clear, "I didn't... ...drunk!!"

Only drunk people can say that they are not drunk, Fujiwara Hiroki sighed, looking at Nakahara Chuya with helpless eyes, like a child who stole alcohol, no, he is!

I couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment in my heart. The guards outside were really serious. They even let the students in for money, so they couldn't help but use a coaxing tone, "...give me your mobile phone, and I'll help you contact me." The family will come pick you up."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes were in focus again, he raised his head and moved close to Fujiwara Hiroki's ear, sticking to his temples, and found the phone after fumbling in his pocket a few times with his fingers, and threw it on the high platform a little rudely, very You're welcome, "Then you can contact me!"

If you can really get in touch!

After the boy finished speaking, his back bent, and then he slowly lay down on the bar counter, his brows were tightly knit together, drunkenness didn't completely disturb his mind, it just made his brain a little dull, he didn't eat dinner and drank wine again, He is a little uncomfortable now.

"Help me contact Sister Hongye!"

He knew it was impossible, but he still said it, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn’t want to admit that he was being coquettish, because in the past, Mafia was one of the few people who got sick and suffered serious injuries during missions, and most of them were Sister Hongye who was by his side , although it will certainly be read.

What worries people of this age might be because of a quarrel with their parents. Fujiwara Hiroki laughed and took the phone. Because there was no password set on the screen, he easily opened the address book.

There are two emergency contacts, the first one is "dead mackerel" and the second one is "Ms. Hongye". Hiroki Fujiwara hesitated, clicked on the first one, and asked the lady to come to the bar to pick one up Not too convenient for drunk little ones either.

Osamu Dazai covered his eyes with his hands and propped himself on the table. The room was very dark, so dark that he could completely hide his tiredness and boredom.Naked|The slender fingers exposed outside have many fine wounds, some cut by knives and some scalded. It looks very scary, not to mention the places covered by bandages.

He is obviously the leader of the largest organization in Yokohama, but his body is indeed unusually thin, as if it would dissipate fragilely into the air when the wind blows. The handsome cheeks that have attracted countless girls in the past make people feel creepy for no reason, because I always feel that His heart is not as peaceful as it looks.

Osamu Dazai is under a lot of pressure now. On the one hand, there are questions from Koyo Ozaki. After all, people disappeared in his room. On the other hand, Mafia will inevitably be impacted by the outside world. ...

I have searched Yokohama almost all over, but still haven't found the body, Osamu Dazai showed a mocking smile on his face, and the fingers that were pulling his thick black hair became more and more forceful until they turned white, his shoulders kept shrugging, "I really left it for me. A big trouble!"

He thought back and forth, calmly and calmly, no matter in his past or present life, he had never seen a supernatural ability that was so powerful that he could directly transfer things from the most heavily guarded interior of the port Mafia. The dark tabletop, with the abyss of drowning in the eyes, seems to suck all the souls of people into it.

Unless there is really a supernatural phenomenon, he speculates that it may be caused by the "book" because of various unstable factors, but this guess can no longer be confirmed.

The mobile phone in the drawer rang. It was put in a few days ago and he didn't plan to take it out again. It was very loud, like a thunderbolt on the ground, Dazai Osamu was stunned for a few seconds, and finally react to.

It was his emergency phone, a last-ditch measure to prevent the Gravity Force from going berserk in his absence.

The moment he opened the drawer with his fingers, he flinched, because he touched the wound with too much force, and a little blood flowed from the incompletely healed wound. Osamu Dazai frowned and took out the phone.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar Tokyo number, and Osamu Dazai's heart sank suddenly. He put his finger into his mouth and mechanically sucked the blood until it stopped flowing. He already had an answer in his heart, and his lips formed a straight line.

He clicked to answer.

"Hello, hello, are you... the person whose note is 'mackerel'? The owner of the phone was drunk at the xxx bar..." Fujiwara Hiroki paused, not knowing what to call the person opposite, thinking After thinking about it and telling the truth, this can also avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"——" the phone fell to the ground, and the screen instantly shattered into pieces like dense spider webs. Osamu Dazai felt palpitated, and quickly picked it up, almost in a trembling tone.

"What did you say? Who are you? Where is he now?"

Fujiwara Hiroki heard a violent gasp, which was so urgent that he was worried that the person on the call would faint in the next second. His voice was very young, probably because his brother got angry when he heard that his brother was going to drink.

"It's at the xxx bar. Could it be convenient for you to pick me up..."

Osamu Dazai didn't know what expression he had, nor what mood he was in. He only knew that he wanted to hear a familiar voice now, and his tone was so urgent that it was like a poisoned blade, which could cut off the hesitation of the person opposite him. "Give him the phone!"

Fujiwara Hiroki was really shocked, he could feel the thick darkness through the phone, he shook Nakahara Chuya who was lying on the table with his eyes closed.

The beautiful ice-blue eyes were sparkling from the smell of alcohol, shining like a pool full of moons, Zhongyuan Zhong also tried his best to open his eyes wide and glanced at the screen, his voice was a little soft, and he almost choked on his saliva. He leaned down and approached the lit phone.

"Hmm... Dazai?",,URL,...: