Special A-level danger warning

Feng Xinzhi, who sensed Osamu Dazai's thoughts, was silent for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder under the slightly suspicious eyes of the other party.

The lines of sight of the two pairs of iris-colored pupils met together, like a warm blur between the mottled light and shadow.

There's no need to dodge, Odasaku won't doubt it.

The Ability Secret Service Division accepted the order to evacuate, which proved that the three-quarter concept was completely out of balance. Dusk, who had already blurred boundaries, chose to stay in Yokohama, surrounded by darkness.

Even though the so-called hostile relationship between the port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency is still maintained, it has become more obscure compared to before. Both sides have a certain degree of restraint, trying not to touch the bottom line of the other side.

Even if he appeared in front of Odasaku as the leader of Mafia at the port, it is not a big deal. Compared with the identity of Mr. Jizhi, according to the logic of Odasaku, he should be more inclined to "Hey, Miss Zhizi is actually a man." "This kind of thing.

After receiving the message from Zhijun, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes in a daze, and his IQ, which was so nervous that he dropped the line, barely recovered.

Well, if you think about it carefully, the feasibility of dressing as a maid is extremely low, not to mention that the inhuman white hair on the opposite side will definitely be a bad thing, and whether there is a suitable size for the clothes is also a problem.

It can't be like before when the devil was stuffed into a small maid outfit, it would be even more embarrassing if the clothes were torn apart.

When Dazai Osamu's inner balance gradually tilted towards Feng Xinzhi's proposal, the arrival of a certain lop-eared rabbit brought his idea of ​​poking his head out quietly back to its original form.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who came back after Odasaku, had very light gray pupils, no expression on his face, and his daily cold aura dissipated somewhat against the light-colored windbreaker on his body.

The moment Oda Saku saw Osamu Dazai, he connected him with the Ms. Osamu in his impression. His natural tone sounded quite confused, and his expression also hesitated for a moment.

"Zhi, that's Zhizi...zhi..."

As if he had discovered something extremely miraculous, he couldn't say a word dryly, and fell into a strange circle of logical thinking.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the hem of the windbreaker under the influence of "Rashomon" turned into a fierce beast's attacking blade, piercing towards Osamu Dazai at an extremely fast speed.

"It's you! The one who took Xiaoyin away..."

Akutagawa's words mixed with shock and anger were stopped by Odasaku frowning before he finished speaking, and Feng Xinzhi also grabbed the attacking Yiba and protected Osamu Dazai behind him.

The "Rashomon" who was restrained by others could not struggle, looked at Oda Tsukuru who stood in front of him and Hyacinth who blocked the attack, Akutagawa managed to suppress the anger in his heart, and looked at Osamu Dazai unwillingly Hate again.

He was as ruthless as ever, stubborn enough to think there was nothing wrong with his actions.

How could he remain indifferent when he saw the guy who kidnapped his dependent sister.

No wonder Feng Xinzhi's eyes were familiar before, if it wasn't for the deep first impression, the feeling of temperament and so on was really not right, and he didn't think too much about fetching things for the senior, just by this face, he would be able to recognize It definitely has something to do with the man in black who took Xiaoyin away.

Feng Xinzhi, who knew what Akutagawa was thinking, loosened the grip on "Rashomon", and the sharp blade retracted unwillingly to the side of the master. Correspondingly, Akutagawa pursed his lips tightly, and his body trembled slightly forbearance .

He looked past Odasaku who was holding him, and fixedly stared at Hyacinth standing in front of Osamu Dazai, his eyes with strong emotional fluctuations seemed to be asking why.

Feng Xinzhi glanced behind him, and found that Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly, letting the fluffy and soft hair cover his forehead, casting a large shadow on his face, and the whole person seemed to suddenly become indifferent.

It’s the kind of feeling that Oda Saku knows the bad things I did anyway, and it’s hopeless to abandon the treatment, and it’s a big deal to smash the jar and resign to fate.

For the time being, he ignored Akutagawa's gaze, ignored Gojo Satoru and the others who were watching the play, turned his head and gently stroked Dazai Osamu's soft and fine hair with his fingertips.

"You should trust yourself a little more."

"Wait for me for a while, okay?"

Obviously willing to show your best side, then let Mr. Odasaku see it, but if you still hesitate, that's okay, anyway, I will always be with you.

All the problems will be cleared up for you one by one, just forget about all the unpleasant things, don't worry about it.

Behind the brilliant brilliance of the stars, it is natural that the dark night gradually extends and embraces, and the starlight is scattered in it, and the night is always as gentle as water.

"……Um."

Osamu Dazai responded with a light voice, and his eyes followed Feng Xinzhi's figure until he took Odasaku and the unwilling Akutagawa out of the coffee shop.

It seems that he intends to discuss the matter openly, to completely eliminate Akutagawa's hostility and the possibility of Oda Saku misunderstood him.

Ah... I always feel like a waste without Zhikun, so nervous that I dare not say a word to Oda Saku, I just want to cover my vest desperately and say nothing.

After the thoughts in his mind underwent all sorts of strange changes, they slowly became awkward.

Although this is very good, it is true, but I still want to take off the useless label occasionally, and show the reliable side of being a father in front of the child.

Such thoughts took root in his heart very naturally and instantly, occupying all his thoughts almost immediately.

"Wow--"

Gojo Satoru, who watched the play for a long time, was different from Fukuji Sakurachi who was selectively silent, and made a cheap exclamation sound, like a proud cat who caught a handle, and immediately stretched out his claws to play tricks on the unsightly guy.

Hearing this kind of harmless mocking voice, Osamu Dazai ignored him, resting his chin on one hand, his eyes were quite quiet thinking about something.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Gojo Satoru approached Dazai Osamu quite indifferently, waved with a smile, and said some rubbish.

"For you to be like that just now, the retribution is coming. Speaking of which, the port Mafia can be regarded as a large organization after all, isn't it so unscrupulous about meat and vegetables, and also part-time human trafficking?"

Is your Yakuza organization in Yokohama so shameless?Shouldn't they learn from the Yamaguchi group next door and switch to selling milk tea?

This kind of impolite question sounds really offensive, and there are almost no ones who dare to talk to Osamu Dazai like this.

Osamu Dazai changed his posture, folded his hands under his chin, his quiet and quiet side face was almost exactly the same as Feng Xinzhi's from a certain angle, even the indifferent coldness deep in his eyes was exactly the same.

The leader who controls the entire Kanto underground reveals his cruel nature, and the gloomy aura around him seems to surge out of the dark abyss, and he skips a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood lightly, which makes people feel awe.

"Too serious, Gojo-kun."

"It's not that Port Mafia has not been involved in these industries. The nature of the mafia is to grab huge profits by any means, in exchange for the greatest benefits at the smallest cost."

"Besides, the strong conviction of human trafficking is too unreasonable. It is obviously a business of your own accord. How can you distort the facts?"

Hey, here comes the classic villain speech!

Gojo Wujo raised his eyebrows, feeling that he was slightly inferior to Dazai Osamu in the aspect of turning black and white. He was used to crushing high-level people with absolute force superiority, so he naturally didn't have a guy who specialized in intrigue.

After listening to it for a long time, Otoko Yuta's eyes wandered silently on Dazai Osamu's face, and then silently raised his hand to ask a question.

"Is this gentleman Zhizhi's brother?"

Ah, it's the leader of the Yakuza organization. Although he behaved a bit strangely, the extremely dangerous aura just now is indeed worthy of his status as the leader of the underground forces.

However, at first glance, it is a very close blood relationship with Zhi, and coupled with Zhi's rather conniving attitude, he is actually more willing to guess that he is a junior who needs to be taken care of than his elder brother. Of course, he also knows that this idea is very strange.

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai turned his attention to Otoko Yuta, and a sincere smile suddenly appeared on his delicate white face, which startled the honest boy, and he felt like he was about to fall into the jaws of a sheep.

"Not."

After all, he is Zhikun's classmate, Dazai Osamu has a little patience to explain the relationship between him and Zhikun.

Like the sky and flowing clouds, late cherry blossoms and frost and snow, evening primrose flowers blooming on the top of Mount Fuji and the moonlight hanging high in the night sky, the drizzle blows like a heart, brightening the dusty old land.

"Compared with brothers who are closer by blood, I prefer the father-son relationship with Zhijun."

So bright, so proud.

It is the god who is willing to dive into the abyss to pick up his fallen soul, and it is a miracle that accompanies him retrograde regardless of the reason.

The one-in-eight-trillion-trillion miracles that all time and space devote themselves to offer are unique.

Father, father and son? !

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Osamu Dazai who revealed the truth, and his pupils trembled for a moment, and he couldn't believe it was true.

Impossible, impossible, even if the age factor is ignored, how could such a guy with a bad personality give birth to a reliable child like Feng Xinzhi.

Isn't this just as inconceivable as Gojo Satoru said that he would honestly stop being a monster and become a people's teacher worthy of the respect and trust of the younger generation?

Gojo Satoru made a relatively reliable guess on behalf of everyone.

"Zhihe, who is a reliable father, will only shirk work to Zhizhi's son? Then you are too bad, Zhizhi who is forced to be a social animal is really miserable."

Osamu Dazai glanced around coolly, and found that everyone present except him had the same thought in their eyes.

He wasn't angry, but instead showed a smile that was so real that he didn't want to be beaten, and his voice was light and there was a trace of undisguised pride.

"What, envy?"

Jealous of me having such a cute and capable child, I just said it, it's not like he can't see what I'm doing in such a roundabout way.

Gojo Satoru, who was provoked by him, silently put on the little sunglasses that no one loves, and looked at Osamu Dazai expressionlessly.

The world is full of wonders, but he actually met someone who deserves more beating than him.

Hard, fist hard.