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Missing for a month and a half, most of the people disappeared.

Everyone present understood this truth. The cause of the young man's death was clearly written in the newspapers.

Officer Takagi moved his lips, and the comforting words stuck in his throat, making his cheeks flush.

"Officer, I know what you want to say." The old woman sat down with her back against the wall, and put the newspaper in her arms on the table in front of her.

She stretched out her hands to smooth out the wrinkles on the paper, "Ms. Tsushima wrote very detailed in the article, I can be sure that the boy in the article is my family Xiangyuan."

"Xiangyuan dropped out of school very early to fool around outside, and every day he came home with injuries all over his body. I felt sorry for him and complained to him." The old woman rubbed her red eyes, "I know he did a lot of things wrong, Not a nice guy, but it's really comforting to see him come back from the wrong way."

He was still her proud child.

"I'm here to report the case, not because of Xiangyuan's death." The old woman tore off a gold photo frame pendant from her neck, and she held the pendant tightly in her hands, "It's to fulfill my son's last wish .”

"This is what Xiangyuan told me to hide. It contains all the information he collected about that organization when he was undercover." The old woman lowered her head and wiped her tears, spreading her palms, "I think you need it."

Police officer Takagi looked at the USB flash drive in the old woman's hand in astonishment. The little thing no bigger than a thumb hides the greatest kindness and persistence of a young man who has lost his way.

"This is very important to us, thank you for your willingness to stand up and provide clues." Yuya Kazami who hurried over after receiving the notification held the old woman's cold hand and said firmly, "We will not disappoint Mr. Mizutani's efforts. "

"I have one more request," the old woman breathed a sigh of relief after handing over the USB flash drive to the police. She looked at Kazami Yuya pleadingly, "Can I see Mr. Tsushima?"

Rainstorm, police station, sad woman, entrusted police officer.

Those who knew knew that the old woman wanted to ask Shuji Tsushima about her son's situation, but those who didn't know thought that Mr. Tsushima was in prison and his old mother wanted to visit him.

"We can help you communicate." Kazami Yuya said hesitantly, "Please don't have too much hope, Mr. Tsushima has always hated showing his face outside."

"Please help me," the old woman held Yuya Kazami's hand instead, "Anyway, I want to say thank you to Mr. Tsushima personally."

"If it wasn't for Tsushima-sensei, it might have been a few months before I heard the news of Shohara's death. And everything that that child has done will be covered up, and he will bear the infamy until he rots in the ground—just Thinking about it makes me feel so heartbroken that I'm going to pass out, Tsushima-sensei not only saved Xiangyuan, but also saved me."

"Please! Please let me say thank you to him!"

The old man's earnest words were touching, and Kazami Yu couldn't refuse, so he immediately took out his mobile phone.

"Is that Tsushima-sensei? Sorry to bother you, but there is one thing..."

The bell rang suddenly in the empty room, and a few seconds later, a fluffy head reluctantly lifted from the pillow.

There were two red sleep marks on Dazai Osamu's face, he rubbed his eyes sleepily with his lopsided rabbit ears, and connected the phone sleepily.

"Hello—the phone you dialed has been turned off..." Dazai Osamu said vaguely, "What, it's Police Officer Kazami, do you want to call me? The card number is 123..."

Hearing the voice from the opposite side of the screen, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.

"No," he said quietly, "nothing to thank."

"Tsushima-sensei," Kazami Yuya said sincerely, "Under normal circumstances, I don't want to bother you. But this mother's only request is to thank you in person, and I really can't say no."

Osamu Dazai held the little rabbit in his arms, pressed his chin on the rabbit's head, stretched out his hand to stroke Lingling's long ears, and did not speak.

Ling Ling poked the master's face with a carrot, and she felt that Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a bad mood.

"It's not necessary," said Osamu Dazai after a long silence, "I didn't save her son, nor did I save her."

When Lingling compiled the information into documents for Dazai Osamu, Mizutani Shohara was already an unknown corpse in a mass grave.

Osamu Dazai would choose his story to write, but he valued that Mizutani Shohara had a piece of information about the black organization in his hand, and wanted to pass the information to the police through Mrs. Mizutani.

Mrs. Mizutani's coming to the police station is what Osamu Dazai expected, and it is also his move to balance the Black Organization and the Japanese police.

No need to say thank you, he just took advantage of her child.

despicable use.

"That's not the case!" Mrs. Mizutani rushed forward suddenly, snatching Yuya Kazami's cell phone, "Mr. Tsushima, you don't know how important this article is to me!"

No one expected that an old woman could have such explosive power, Yu Kazami, who was born in the public security department, was stunned for a moment.

Where's his cell phone?What about his latest kidney machine?Such a big mobile phone, it was still here just now!

"No matter what purpose you have for writing this article, it saved me who was helpless because of Xiang Yuan's disappearance, and it also saved my child who was almost eternally infamous!"

"It's a great honor to be able to read your words. Thank you, it will be the strength to support my continued survival in the time without Xiangyuan in the future."

"I really, really appreciate you."

The mobile phone with the loudspeaker turned on was spread upwards by the pillow, Osamu Dazai turned over with the doll in his arms, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

The old woman was still talking about something, Dazai felt that he had heard it, but felt that he hadn't heard anything, and his eardrums were buzzing.

"Zero Sauce," his voice was extremely low, only Ling Ling who leaned against his chest could hear clearly, "Why did she thank me?"

Dazai didn't understand at all.

With the purpose of taking advantage of Mizutani Shohara, he cut his life open in the sunlight for people to observe. From the beginning to the end, he has a ruthless style.

Is it because Mrs. Mizutani is too stupid?He can't even tell the good from the bad, so he easily treats the worst bad people as benefactors, and gives thanks in vain.

"Because the master's words are very gentle." Ling Ling patted Osamu Dazai's hand that was stroking the rabbit's ears with his rabbit paw, "just as gentle as the master."

"Mrs. Mizutani felt redeemed just because she read this tender love."

Osamu Dazai lifted Lingling up, and the long rabbit ears hung down on his cheeks, sweeping out the itching heat.

"Have I told the master?" Lingling waggled Xiaoyuan's tail in the air, "In fact, our artificial intelligence can choose what kind of system it will be."

"At that time, I took a fancy to the Wenhao training system. It was not eye-catching at all, and it stayed in the corner of the database in a dusty state."

"I read a very special sentence in its database:"

"Because I am more like an ugly monster. Although I really want to live like an ordinary person, the society has always regarded me as a monster." Lingling read softly.

"I heard from the people who made me say: the more artificial intelligence looks like a human, the more perfect it will be, but if it becomes human, it will be a complete failure."

"I was originally a failure, and it doesn't matter if I fail a little bit, so I learned to be a human being." Ling Ling said, "I am learning very happily, and I am happier than ever doing anything."

"Compared to the popular systems for cultivating peerless genius doctors, hacker geniuses, and financial crocodiles, the writer cultivation system doesn't sound that powerful, but I like it very much!" Ling Ling shook his head happily, and his long ears were on Osamu Dazai's face Sweeping around like a mischief.

"Even if the words are written unintentionally, there will be people who are inspired. This is the value of the existence of words." Lingling looked at Osamu Dazai and said seriously, "This is the case for Lingling, and so is Mrs. Mizutani."

The soft rabbit ears were attached to Osamu Dazai's skin, he was stunned for a moment, and the emptiness in his eyes was replaced by a strange emotion.

Redeemed by words...?

"By the way, in the face of others' thanks, as long as you are happy to accept them, there is no need to have a psychological burden." Lingling made a "yeah" gesture with her short hands, "My master is the best! "

Osamu Dazai turned his head and stared at the wall, refusing to let Ling Ling see his expression: "Tch, I told you not to pour me chicken soup for the soul, it's so boring."

"But the master's ears are red." A detective Lingling went online.

"You're wrong, shut up." Osamu Dazai slapped the rabbit doll on the pillow, and pressed Ling Ling with his head.

Ling Ling was struggling under Osamu Dazai's head: she was about to be crushed!The owner of the bullying plush doll is Crumb!

"Which book did the sentence Zero-chan read come from?" After a while, Osamu Dazai asked.

He chewed the sentence with his lips and tongue, feeling strange and familiar.

"Osamu Dazai—"No Longer in the World," Lingling looked at Osamu Dazai's dilated pupils, and kindly reminded, "That's right, it's the book that is not recommended for minors."

Osamu Dazai who cannot read the books he wrote in another world because he is underage: Gan.

"It's not fair," Osamu Dazai tried to use coquetry to attack, "It's obviously a writer with the same name as me, and it's Lingling's favorite work, why can't I read it?"

"Because Lingling is very reliable!" Lingling proudly puffed up her chest, "So only Lingling can watch!"

Subtext: Osamu Dazai, unreliable.

Osamu Dazai knew that he couldn't ask anything from Zero Zero. He was indeed curious about "No Place in the World", but apart from being curious, there was also a strange feeling that he couldn't explain clearly.

I also want to know that although Lingling said it easily, for Lingling who was given up by the creator and determined to destroy, that passage was the incentive for her to completely break away from the past and pursue self-worth.

The position in Zero Zero's heart is definitely not ordinary.

"Zero-chan chose me. Besides loneliness, is there another reason for me in another world?" Osamu Dazai couldn't help thinking.

It's strange, even though they are all "Osamu Dazai", he feels like a child who is forced to share toys, and really wants to knock off the hand of the little rabbit who stole him.

Why is there such a strange feeling?Can't figure it out.

The woman on the other end of the phone was still talking, her voice choked with sobs.

Osamu Dazai took the phone, hesitated for a moment, and briefly comforted Mrs. Mizutani.

Mrs. Mizutani is very happy if he is willing to answer the phone.As soon as she heard the voice, she knew that Osamu Dazai was a few years younger than her son. Mrs. Mizutani's maternal love broke out, and her voice was full of affection.

"Ms. Tsushima has worked hard on writing, I will cook chicken soup for you later..."

Kazami Yuya rolled his eyes cryptically: It was indeed hard work, but he had to squeeze in the last hour to write to the limit even though he had a week of rushing to draft, so he was nicknamed the God of Procrastination.

After seeing off Mrs. Mizutani who was reluctant to part and wanted to continue talking on the phone, Yuya Kazami looked at the USB flash drive in his hand and called his boss, Toru Amuro.

"Shohara Mizutani doesn't have a code name in the black organization, and belongs to the middle and lower levels. He doesn't have many high-level contacts, but the information he provides us can target a large number of low-level members of the organization."

That is to say, the group of people who are bad and stupid relying on the power of someone above them.

"Apply for a clean-up operation and arrest them all."

Toru Amuro calmly ordered, "Before the Black Organization finds out, they must be wiped out."

Just when Toru Amuro mobilized the public security forces to start the cleaning activities, Rum brought Mihua Reasoning Weekly to find Gin.

"Gin, is this you?" Rum was confused, pointing to the words on the newspaper, "I like black, blonde, and classic Porsche cars, all hit."

Impossible, anyone who is an undercover gin can't be an undercover, he is the organization's number one model worker!

"I'm not blond." Gin pointed indifferently at his flowing white hair.

Oh, that's right, how did he forget the story about how Gin organized a one-night marriage?Rum confession.

"Shuji Tsushima did it on purpose." Qin Jiu had also read "The Viewer". "He deliberately used my appearance to cover up the real undercover agent, just to cover up his accomplices!"

Spicy as Gin understood Tsushima Shuji's intentions at a glance.

The girl who was killed in the subway locker blurred her name and appearance, but gave the most critical information about the location of the body, which is enough to prove that Shuji Tsushima's understanding of the organization is extraordinary.

He knew that Gin would not spare the family members of the traitor, so he deliberately used Gin's appearance to write undercover stories.Not only did he protect the family members of the undercover agent, but he also successfully applied eye drops to Qin Jiu, which discredited him in the organization.

"Shuji Tsushima is likely to have an eyeliner in the organization." Gin said calmly, "Rum, do you still remember that you and Belmode searched for Shuji Tsushima's information but were blocked everywhere?"

"I remember. Belmode described it as if there was one eye staring at us all the time." Rum said solemnly.

"Looking at it now, that eye is among us." Gin said fiercely, "Damn traitor!"

"An undercover agent again?" Lang Mu said annoyedly, he couldn't figure it out, "How come there are so many undercover agents in the organization?"

Good question, probably a feng shui issue.

"I will personally report this matter to Mr. Dazai." Gin said somewhat unwillingly, "The undercover agent had been lurking in the organization before Mr. Dazai entered the organization, and conspired with Shuji Tsushima to kill that gentleman."

"Who knows if he will attack Mr. Dazai? We must protect Mr. Dazai's safety." Qin Jiu said, "He hates Shuji Tsushima so much, but we couldn't catch that guy. It's a shame."

Rum thinks what Gin said is too reasonable!

Shuji Tsushima knows the organization so well, the traitor must be inside the black organization!

If the traitor is not found out, Rum will be ashamed to face his good brother Crab Wine!

"Crab wine tonight, no, Mr. Dazai will go to the newly built shooting range to practice guns, and you can report." Rum changed his words following Gin.

Although Xie Jiu was his good brother before, but now the status is different, the leader should have the status of the leader, he can no longer call his good brother brothers.

The more he understands, the more Rum feels that people cannot be generalized.

He is a middle-aged man, working in a humble way, with a bald head and long dentures.As the second-in-command of the Black Organization, he has an irritable personality and is not good at government affairs. He can fight and resist but he doesn't know administrative management.

Contrary to Rum, Osamu Dazai is a born ruler.

He has a kind of aura that makes people unconsciously obey and submit. Just one meeting can make people deeply instill an instinct: don't resist, don't disobey, obey all his instructions, otherwise

you will die.

"Even a man as proud as Gin now respects Mr. Dazai as much as he loves that gentleman." Rum thought, "Indeed, he is a terrible man."

From the first text message sent to Rum's phone, they were all placed on the chessboard at the mercy of Osamu Dazai.

"After becoming a leader, you don't need a code name anymore. I'm afraid no one will call Crab Wine anymore." Rum sighed.

His good brother finally lived in his own memory.

"Things are different and people are different, let me remember this beautiful youthful past." Rum drank the crab wine bought in the parallel market in one gulp, and toasted - the old days!

"Hi! It tastes good!"

The author has something to say: Rum: The taste of crab wine is really good.

Killing: Maomao nods