[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

Zhong also did not refuse Gogol's invitation, as if he really thought that this man who looked like a member of the circus was a kind person who treated his friends well.

In the end, Ango Sakaguchi could only watch helplessly as this man, who was well-known in the supernatural agent department, stopped a taxi on the side of the road majestically.

"Mr. Chuya, do you believe me?"

Gogol was changing clothes on the back seat, and the bowler hat was thrown like trash, but it was not thrown out of the car window, but was thrown towards the passenger seat, but in mid-air appeared an ashes-like There was a black void, and the top hat disappeared as if it had been swallowed. "Actually, if we really want to move our bodies happily, I must not be your opponent."

Gogol seemed to have seen through Chuya's inner thoughts, and Chuya naturally withdrew his gaze from the passenger seat, and the next second, Gogol put the top hat he took out from nowhere again. put it on.

He curled the corner of his mouth, like a kid trying to play a prank, nasty but sincere.

"I also hope to be able to hold peaceful talks." Zhong also didn't want to do anything. It may be that the frequency of doing things recently is too frequent, and he can manipulate gravity too easily, which makes him have the illusion of returning to the past.

Hands-on is not the only way for the mafia. Just as the times have changed, the form of the mafia has also changed, but no matter how they change, their status will not change in any way.

The sudden appearance of this person made him heave a sigh of relief. According to the plan, he would go to see Zhong Tian and the people from the Armed Detective Agency later.

To be honest, he didn't really want to see these two people.

The former is because he still broods over the dragon head war that happened a few years ago.

It may be that the world I live in is bad enough, and I hope that my daily life can be a little different, but it is not.

The daily and non-daily insides are the same, he is disgusted by their high-sounding words, not to mention that the other party has better intelligence than himself, which makes him feel like he is the other party's marionette.

He had also met Zhong Tian more than once, and in the report of investigating Dazai, the two of them had also met several times. As for why they met, although he was curious, he still rationally refused.

He had a feeling that the consequences of his curiosity might make him as angry as before.

The actions of Dazai during the dragon head war and the style of conduct shown by Zhong Tian, ​​these two people are undoubtedly similar in some respects.

As for Fukuzawa Yukichi of the detective agency, he didn't want to think about it any more. It didn't matter to him what the detective agency could do or what it could do.

He was so depressed that he would breathe a sigh of relief when he saw terrorists, and he, the leader of the port, was hopeless.

It would be great if there was wine at this time, he must have a big drink, and if this matter is resolved, he should go to the bar and have a drink.

Correct,

Just do it.

Gogol is not a very quiet person, maybe he is really a circus man.

Talking can always arouse other people's emotions, and the driver who was originally apprehensive gradually relaxes in his words. A magical magic is being formed in the cards that are constantly being drawn between his fingers.

He used a tone that wasn't too bad, and could speak sincerely. After observing the expressions of the people around him, he sent appropriate topics at the right time. I have to say, this person is very nice.

Zhong Ye felt the urge to poach again. The port is really short of people, but they are transforming, and what they need may be more ordinary people.

Before the taxi stopped, their conversation was very harmonious. Looking at this low-rise building complex, Zhongya couldn't help but start to look at it. He didn't expect that the rat of the dead house would be in such a place, but the rat is hiding in the place of ordinary people. Among them, it is very normal.

Rather, it's safer that way.

Gogol introduced it very enthusiastically. "Actually, he has been preparing for a long time. We were not here at first, but when we thought about inviting friends over, we had to find a suitable place again."

They stopped in front of an ordinary residential building. The penetration rate of domestic surveillance equipment is still too low. After getting off the car, they didn't see a single surveillance camera. It may take some time for Ango Sakaguchi to look for it.

Unmoved, Zhong followed Gogol into the house and changed his shoes at the entrance. At this moment, he was really like an ordinary visitor.

Finally met the person in the photo.

Dostoyevsky was indeed like a vampire who only haunted the night, his complexion was pale, his eyes were very dark circles, he looked a little listless, and he felt particularly slender and weak, and a little neurotic.

When Zhong Ye approached him, the danger alarm in his mind did not go off, he walked over very calmly, and saw the other party bring some refreshments, Gogol was still chattering, as if the refreshments were his special snacks. prepare.

Zhong also looked at the two in silence. Being a guest made him feel quite novel. The atmosphere in the room was unexpectedly ordinary. He was a little surprised. Still can't help feeling that the other party might have something, just like Dazai.

There may be a biting snake behind it.

"Let's make a long story short." Zhongya got straight to the point. If he could solve it directly, maybe he wouldn't need to meet with Zhong Tian.

If the other party is really like Dazai, then he can't go around with the other party, and now he doesn't even want to take advantage of his words.

Gogol looked at the two with a smile, like an audience watching a play, with the corners of his mouth gloating.

Dostoevsky was not displeased by Chuya's attitude, nor was he offended by his friend's smile. He took the lead in drinking a cup of tea.

The warm tea flowed down his throat, warming his viscera, a feeling he hadn't experienced for a long time.

Recently, he just lived casually, even if it wasn't so casual, he didn't feel that eating was an important thing for him.

I didn't feel that the slender body would cause inconvenience.

But because of this, it has a good fraudulence.

Holding the cup, he looked at Zhong Ye, his tone full of sincerity. "Actually, I just want the leader of the Central Plains to give me the 'page'. I know that former leader put it here with you."

And at this moment in the airport, Dazai watched Yinjiang stuff the mafia members who were staring at him into the bathroom cubicle, he didn't care about the panic of the people who went in and out of the bathroom, and even pretended to keep sending messages to a certain number with his mobile phone Text messages, with a grin on his face when he succeeded in mischief.

"Okay, that's it."

Dazai didn't intend to teach this subordinate a lesson, Gin also withdrew his hand, the other party was already unconscious, she closed the door of the compartment inside, turned over from above, and walked out.

Capable and not hindered by the wound left during the torture, she just silently followed behind Dazai, and finally Dazai handed her two air tickets. "You go first."

That guy in Chuya wanted to leave him alone, but it was impossible, so how could he be absent from such interesting things.

It's better to make a gorgeous appearance when Chuya is injured, so that he can ruthlessly laugh at Chuya's self-assertion. When he thinks of the indifferent face in the torture room, Dazai feels annoyed.

He really didn't understand what was stirring in his chest, so he simply attributed it to a hateful slug.

Gin took the ticket, pursed his lips, turned and left, Dazai stared at the figure of this subordinate, his gaze became more and more cruel, the slug was indeed still a slug.

Go back and laugh at him.

Dazai turned around quickly and walked towards the outside of the airport, when the phone rang untimely, he glanced at the phone on it, frowned, and clicked on it anyway.

Before he finished listening to the other party's words, his face couldn't help but change.

After walking out of the airport, a car stopped in front of him. Sitting in the driver's seat, Sakaguchi looked at the former leader of the port mafia with a complicated expression. Tanada in the back seat was still pale, and his blue-gray kimono covered his whole body. Everyone was wrapped up and looked very serious, but in fact his expression was the same.

Dazai opened the passenger seat door. "Oh, it's Anwu." Yin Yang greeted strangely.

Sakaguchi gave him a strange look, and he and Dazai had only met two or three times.

At the beginning, he was at the port. He was an investigator lurking in. At that time, Mori Ogai was still there, but the relationship was by no means able to greet him like this.

Afterwards, I witnessed some meetings between Chief Farmer and him, but this is also very official, and it is to balance the major forces in Yokohama.

However, the influence of the port at that time had already caused a certain inclination, Dazai's methods were very ruthless, and in many cases, the Supernatural Secret Service Division was very passive.

Sakaguchi didn't respond. Although he was watching his words, he was by no means the kind of person who would make fun of himself.

"Did Chuya really be taken away?" Dazai asked abruptly.

Taneda glanced at Sakaguchi. "To be precise, he followed along."

"Dostoevsky is indeed very tricky as you said." Zhong Tian said.

Dazai frowned. "Zhong is not that easy to deal with. Unless he is willing, no one can force him." However, he recalled the other party's performance recently. "He may have noticed."

After saying this, he couldn't help laughing. "Sure enough, it's Chuya, and he finally noticed it. A slug without a brain is not stupid."

He took out the mobile phone he was familiar with again, and held the mobile phone he took from his subordinates in his left hand, and kept sending text messages. "Follow it." He handed his mobile phone to Sakaguchi, which had red dots on the map.

is positioning.

"Fukuzawa is dealing with the traitor of the hound. The detective agency may not be there. If Nakahara can't deal with Dostoevsky..."

"Your homicide detectives are about to be dispatched."

Dazai seemed to know what he was going to say, he had heard a little about the murder detectives, and what Dostoevsky had done so far, as long as they were exposed by super dangerous people, they would all be happy to hear the result.

But this does not make Dazai feel interesting, but obviously he and the official organization represented by Tanada cannot maintain a solid alliance.

After the Ability Secret Service Section handles this matter, it will take action against the organization that threatens Yokohama. The port is a natural opposite to them. This is something that he has not changed before.

In fact, to him now, it doesn’t matter what Yokohama becomes. Even if the whole city is destroyed, it’s just destroyed. He never thinks this city is interesting, let alone what appeared in his mind Things that are not controlled by oneself, as if there is another conscious 'self' doing interesting things.

Some are just ridiculous.

Perhaps what his enemy Dostoyevsky wanted to achieve was more interesting, but perhaps he was drifting away from that goal now.

But this is also very interesting, isn't it?

"Don't you feel like you're in control?"

In this ordinary house, the leader of the House of the Dead said so, and the guests from Russia seemed to be speaking slowly, and Zhong also felt that his patience was much better than before.

"This kind of manipulation is very subtle, and I haven't noticed it before, but in this operation, I have a clear feeling."

"Yes, yes, when I left our stronghold, I returned to that place inexplicably the next day. I hate this feeling, so before Tosi noticed it, my disgust was even more obvious." Gogol's face was full He said with a smile, showing no disgust at all.

Zhong also looked at the opposite person. Dostoevsky is the kind of person who is good at arranging things, and is also good at detecting the violations around him. He may be even more dreadful than the port in terms of severity.

But he didn't feel anything about what they said.

"Actually, I don't think this kind of manipulation is very annoying. It's better to say that I like it. This person must be someone who knows me quite well. I am happy to communicate with such a person and I am very interested. In fact, I have also thought about how to get rid of this. It may be too inconvenient to look for something like that, but in our plan, that thing can be temporarily replaced by something, and the information exchanged by Sigma points to you."

The way Dostoevsky spoke made Zhong also feel a creepy feeling. This feeling did not come from danger, but from some kind of alien thing.

Just as he could vaguely feel that the other party might be a little nervous when he saw the other party, at this moment he also felt the dangerous state the other party was in.

The changes in Zhongye are easy to detect. At this moment, Gogol felt his shoulders sink, and he was "sat" firmly on the sofa stool. Looking at his friend Dostoevsky, he was already in a state of unbearable pain. Bending down heavily.

Gravity is very easy to control. Without touching the body, Zhong also has other methods, which are more refined and more dangerous and convenient. Zhong Ye directly puts the entire house under his own gravity.

It's just that the building materials can't withstand the pressure of gravity, and because he can't figure out the supernatural powers of these two people, he can only continue to strengthen them.

The first thing that couldn't bear it was Dostoyevsky's internal organs. Gogol was still fine, but his face was not very good-looking.

Zhong also took out his mobile phone. He didn't think that in the face of powerful forces, conspiracies and tricks could continue to be staged, and he was never attached to anyone, let alone worry about anything else.

He didn't want to listen to the two of them, so he just told them to shut up.

It was just that when he saw the text message on the phone, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, and finally stood up. The gravity didn't change in any way because of his movements, but continued to aggravate under his intentional movements.

For danger, the actions of the port have always been to eradicate the grass and roots. To be honest, he has this idea now.

He changed his shoes at the entrance, and then reached into his pocket. What he took out was the red fountain pen that Tsujimura lent him. He forgot to return it when he first came here. He didn’t know if he was injured. Shock cannot be avoided.

Hou Zhong also opened the door and couldn't help being stunned.

Outside the gate of the small courtyard, a black-haired young man was waving to him with a proud face.

"You didn't go to the United States?" He was a little unhappy, and the mood of the port leader was as straightforward as ever.

Dazai shook the phone. "Chuya, you are too sloppy."

He didn't step forward. If he directly intervened in the range of gravity, it is very likely that the created gravity field will disappear directly. It is better to arrest the rat of the dead house, or even the five decays of heaven and man.

Zhong Ye stood in front of the courtyard gate, but did not take this step, because if he took a step forward, the gravitational field would expand.

"You should go to America." He stared at his former partner and said.

Dazai's smile disappeared, he was puzzled. "Why?"

"This is your test to join the Mafia, where orders are absolute, Dazai."

This sentence is really familiar. Sometimes he can’t tell whether it is himself or another self who has said such a thing or done such a thing. Many times, many things give him a similar feeling, as if he did it by himself. .

This feeling made him irritated, made him angry, made him scratch his hair and think about what it was and what he was, and made him unknowingly develop a desire to destroy.

"Chuya, I—"

It's just that no matter what happened, he still couldn't be honest with this person.

Dazai took a step back with a dazed and painful expression on his face. "I just--"

I just--

What am I trying to say?

"Dazai, I just want to know one thing?"

Do not ask.

These two words floated in Dazai's mind, but he still raised his head and looked into those eyes. The gravity field disappeared at this moment, and the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Section who were ambushing nearby invaded in an instant.

But Dazai felt that the voice of the whole world was slowly being eliminated, and only the two of them stood at the center of the world.

"You calculated me, calculated the port, right?"

After he finished asking, there seemed to be another voice.

'Go and be the rescuer. 'It was a very familiar voice, as weak as a sigh, intermittently trying to say something to himself.

"Damn Dazai, you bastard, what the hell are you doing—"

But there was another voice, which seemed to be floating from far away, like catkins, he wanted to catch it, but in the end he was empty-handed.

He got nothing and got nothing.

Dazai's frivolous and sloppy smile appeared on Dazai's face again, and Chu also could only see the expression muscles of the opposite person pulling the flesh on his face to both sides.

Ugly and twisted smile.

"Yeah." He said casually, tapping the ground with his toe. "Ah, it's really boring to be guessed by the slug."

Regretful but let the person who speaks, the person who listens is not the voice of taste.

Zhong also nodded and took two steps back.

"Have you been hit?" Dazai stepped forward, put his hands on the courtyard door, and smiled brightly, as if he was teased by Chuya's expression.

After Chuya shook his head, he looked at his former partner again.

"Do not."

Dazai didn't know what kind of expression his partner had, he just felt that his heart was shaking at the moment, so he could only tilt his head, just like before. "Where are you going? In—"

Before he finished speaking, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. In this world that gradually lost his voice, the only person other than himself seemed to be gradually becoming blurred. He wanted to reach out, but he felt something behind him was pulling him .

Chuya, you——

Zhong also raised his head and looked at the fainted person, he raised his head again to look at the somewhat gloomy sky, in his eyes, something was breaking apart little by little.

In the end, he took out the pen in his pocket, and the ball of paper that was stuffed inside by someone, because it had already been opened, and when it was opened again, it would be even more crumpled, with cracks in the corners and center.

It's just that under the paper ball, there are a few more lines of red scrawled fonts.

The last two lines say so.

[Stab——]

[I don't know how long it has passed, it may be an hour, or it may be two hours, he was awakened from his sleep, his head was a little dizzy, his limbs were tired, he seemed to have dreamed something just now, but now he can't remember anything . ]

The red is dazzling and annoying.

The author has something to say: the end, maybe it’s unfinished, and I don’t want to write about the rats of the dead house. To be honest, it’s really not worth it when one side never belongs to someone when it’s powerful and intriguing It's too hard, the manga has been updated recently, and I'm a little disappointed for no reason

After finishing writing, I felt that it would not be a bad thing to destroy such a world.

I always feel that the script team is broken.

I will add an analysis of Osamu Dazai when I have time

Above all, thank you for watching and commenting on this article. I love you and hope that life and the world are simple and happy for you.