Yokohama diva, sultry online

Mao Lilan tugged at Kudo Shinichi who suddenly stood still, a little puzzled, she looked at the long queue and tugged on Kudo Shinichi's sleeve urgently, "Xinichi, what's wrong?"

Kudo Shinichi thought that he was observing very covertly, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the person concerned on the spot, and he had already started to look away when he had a premonition that the red-haired boy raised his eyelids to look over.

The boy lowered his head and listened to the phone carelessly, which didn't affect his vigilance in the slightest. The appearance of warning him was even more rebellious, and he really didn't look like an ordinary person at all.

The corners of Nakahara Chuya's mouth curled slightly, and he gave a "tsk", seeing the obvious urgency on the face of the girl next to Kudo Shinichi, the face showed irritability, and the slightly long hair on the forehead cast a shadow on the face, he quickened his pace and walked in front of this pair.

"what happened?"

Osamu Dazai heard Chuya Nakahara's warning just now, there was not too much worry or curiosity in his voice, it was flat, as if he asked such a question because he was bored, but he was actually very restless.

Even if he got in touch, he couldn't fully understand the real situation of the little slug. This feeling of being out of control made him extremely disgusted.

Osamu Dazai has always regarded Nakahara Chuya as a very important part of the plan. He made the little slug clear from the first port of Mafia and the future arrangements. It is easy to guess that the little slug is not suitable to be the leader of Mafia, but he is so powerful. The point of conspiracy and calculation can be ignored.

Osamu Dazai thought that even if he died, Naka could not escape from his palm. Osamu Dazai knew that this was a wrong idea, but he always felt that his belongings were touched by others.

Osamu Dazai was able to read Chuya Nakahara's mental activities from his frowning and lip curling. No one in this world knows the little slug better than him.

The temperature in the room dropped rapidly visible to the naked eye, and it was so cold that one could feel stagnant breathing. Atsushi Nakajima stood aside silently, not understanding why the leader who was in a good mood just now and didn't know who he was talking to on the phone suddenly changed his face.

"Nothing." Zhongyuan Zhong also moved with the crowd, and the expressions of the people in line were more or less tense. The height of this roller coaster is one of the best compared to other playgrounds, but it is a piece of cake for Zhongyuan Zhongye.

He was very far in the front row, so when he was already sitting in the seat, he realized that the two people he had just met had also boarded the same roller coaster.

As soon as Kudo Shin raised his head, he saw Nakahara Chuya staring at him, and the two of them were relatively silent for a while.

"Shinichi?" Mao Lilan felt that Kudo Shinichi was very strange from the beginning, she pursed her lips, it was a rare time to come out, but the big idiot was still absent-minded.

"Lan, let's change..." Kudo Shinichi's voice gradually faded to the point where he couldn't hear Mao Lilan's sharp eyes for a moment. He could only pretend that nothing happened and sat in a seat far away from Central Plains. .

Osamu Dazai's long legs overlapped, his thick eyelashes concealed all his emotions, his pale and thin cheeks and the white bandage hidden in the neckline were deceptively weak, he was vague, "Nakaya photo a playground I’m also curious about what Yokohama was like at that time.”

In fact, Osamu Dazai already knew that he could hang up the phone. He glanced at the call time which was almost an hour, but he still stubbornly talked about meaningless topics.

As soon as Osamu Dazai said this, Zhong Yuanzhong frowned quickly. He listened to the safety officer's guidance to fix the protective equipment, and then put on his seat belt, "Have you been so idle recently?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed a small commotion, and he paid a little attention to it. There were two tight-fitting men wrapped in black coats and suits, carrying black boxes in their hands, and wearing black sunglasses. The corners of his mouth twitched. There is even a stranger combination than when he came to the playground.

Osamu Dazai raised his index finger to his lips, his kite-colored eyes rolled, and signaled Atsushi Nakajima not to speak. It may be that he was silent for a long time, making Atsushi who lowered his head think that he had stopped talking. This boy, now Leaped to become the most anticipated newcomer in Port Mafia.

Osamu Dazai knew what Atsushi Nakajima was here for, and he deliberately lowered his voice during the call, not letting Atsushi know that Nakajima was still alive.

"Without Zhongya, everything went smoothly."

He was mocking himself for not being good at things.

Nakahara Chuya clenched his hands and roared, "Bastard Dazai, I have never failed in my mission!"

Osamu Dazai was relieved, and a provocative smile gradually brewed between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he had returned to the days of bickering with the little slug, "Yes, yes, thanks to you, Mafia's own property has been rebuilt many times after the disaster."

His chest heaved twice, but he also knew that what the dead mackerel said was not wrong. Zhong Yuanzhong also found that the two black men who had been paying attention to him from just now sat behind him, and they obviously had mood swings when he heard him speak. , he raised his eyebrows with interest, leaned back, took a photo and sent it over.

Although it is already afternoon, the stamina of summer is still very strong. The exposed skin of the former ocher-haired cadre is covered with a layer of light pink. It can be seen that he does not want to take too many pictures of himself, so the body He leaned back as hard as he could, showing the delicate and graceful jawline.

But no matter how good-looking it is, it can't cover up the death angle with exposed nostrils.

It could also be intentional.

Osamu Dazai laughed, he clicked on the boy on the screen, and compared it with the little slug in his memory, the ocher hair fell from behind his ears, and some hooked softly at the corner of his mouth, "Your hair seems to have grown?"

"It's okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up a strand and rubbed it. It felt a little long. He didn't care much about it on weekdays, but now he was pointed out and realized that his hair had indeed grown a lot. He put it on The hair is gathered together to prevent it from being blown out when the roller coaster starts.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tense body of the man in black because of the photoshoot just now, and a trace of murderous aura began to linger around him.

"These two people are interesting." The tacit understanding over the years made Osamu Dazai directly see the other two people in the photo, and he touched his chin, "They are killers, as expected of a little slug. They were killed by killers so quickly." Followed?"

The tone of pretentious concern not only did not have any comforting effect, but made people even more irritated. Nakahara Chuya rolled his eyes and wished to roll his eyes to the sky. He directly pinched the phone to prevent the dead mackerel from being deafened by the screams.

The roller coaster has arrived in the tunnel, and Zhong Yuan’s expression has not changed so far, and the girl’s screams only made him frown. Regarding the two “killers” behind, Zhong Yuan Zhong was also vigilant and did not say much. Be prepared to mind your own business.

Mafia alone was enough to give him a headache, and he didn't want to get involved in other organizations' affairs at all.

The tip of his nose twitched, and he had been in various killing scenes in Yokohama all year round, which made him very sensitive to the smell of blood. At that moment just now, the smell of blood was so strong that it was pungent, and it was coming from the front. ,,URL,...: