Special A-level danger warning

In fact, it was not easy to leave Yokohama for Shinjuku as the head of Port Mafia.

The supervision from the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the military police almost limited the scope of Dazai Osamu's activities to Yokohama, and it was difficult to find an opportunity to come out.

But this level of surveillance can't stop Osamu Dazai at all, just stir up some things and design a few layouts, and he can get away reasonably.

Naturally, all the bodyguards following him were dismissed, and he walked slowly into the thick fog alone.

Osamu Dazai was carrying all kinds of things in large and small bags, and greeted Feng Xinzhi on the floor who was looking through the glass with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of smiles.

Hi, Zhijun~ Papa is coming to see you~

Seeing Feng Xinzhi smiling and beckoning to him, Dazai Osamu was about to overflow with happy petals, so he almost turned around a few times to express his happiness.

Feng Xinzhi was naturally ready to go downstairs to pick him up.

Of the two people on the side, one showed interest in his eyes, his eyes were full of smiles but he didn't know what he was thinking, and the other squatted on the ground poking and caught a little monster who was thinking about his "Long Yan between" why These things pop up out of the blue.

The two people with different concerns rarely paid attention to Osamu Dazai who was about to arrive.

Downstairs, Osamu Dazai, who was about to go up, looked at Feng Xinzhi who took the big and small bags from him with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to start chatting happily, he suddenly found that the clothes on the other party's body matched a certain damn clothes. The aesthetics of white unicorn.

Dazai was shocked.

Wow, what did this guy Shibusawa Tatsuhiko do to Tokiko-kun while he wasn't here!He even changed his clothes!

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it, Bai Qilin will definitely not be interested in the young gentleman he just met!So it must have been instigated by that stinky mouse!

With Yan Yan smiling on his face, and angry in his heart, Osamu Dazai blamed the devil with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

According to the original script, Zhijun would not be involved in the plastic friendship meeting of the three of them, so he didn't stop the devil from changing the script midway, based on the possibility that he might be able to see Zhijun.

But, why did Shizukun change into clothes made by Tatsuhiko Shibusawa!

Obviously such a short time is not enough for another production, so it can only be...

Woo woo woo.

Osamu Dazai, who didn't want to continue thinking at all, quickly pulled Fengxinzhi's hand, and circled Fengxinzhi several times like a cat, and after making sure that he was all right, the hair that was about to blow up slightly smoothed down.

Feng Xinzhi, who roughly guessed the reason for Osamu Dazai's strange behavior, blinked and recorded it silently in his heart.

So it turns out that Mr. Zhi in this world has such low tolerance for Mr. Shibusawa?

It did surprise him a bit compared to two people in his world who agreed on womenswear.

Well, don't wear it next time.

Feng Xinzhi thought indifferently.

"Not going up, let's go to another place."

Holding Feng Xinzhi's hand and shaking it lightly, Osamu Dazai whispered, encouraging Feng Xinzhi to run along with him.

This is not good.

Majin is fine, but leave Shibusawa-san alone without saying hello...

Feng Xinzhi tilted his head, his eyes revealing this meaning.

"It's okay, it's okay, Shibusawa won't mind."

Osamu Dazai, who is righteous and generous to others, put his hand directly into Feng Xinzhi's arms, blinked and stared at him expectantly, waiting for Feng Xinzhi's affirmative reply.

Putting on women's clothes is indeed JK who has no sense of disobedience.

Feng Xinzhi was silent for a while and nodded silently, and threw this inexplicable idea into the non-recyclable trash can.

Shouldn't have thought that...at least not when Mr. Zhi was wearing a trench coat suit.

Feng Xinzhi, who was dragged away by Osamu Dazai, looked back at the quiet and towering floor, feeling a little sorry for Mr. Shibusawa.

Being dragged away by Mr. Zhi is uncontrollable, if possible, see you next time.

As for the devil, he is not within the scope of his concern about the other party's feelings.

Upstairs, Fyodor, who had waited for quite a while before Fengxinzhi and Osamu Dazai came up, had a bad feeling in his heart.

He was a little dazed and realized that Osamu Dazai might not have planned to attend the Symposium on Plastic Sister Flowers at all, and the reason for coming here was entirely to abduct Feng Xinzhi, who had been kidnapped by him, back.

Fyodor: ...

I didn't expect you to be like this.

Putting his pigeons aside, he even hopped over and abducted a kitten he got in front of him.

With a sullen face that gradually lost expression, he looked at Ryuhiko Shibusawa who was still wondering why the little monster appeared, and felt that this guy seemed to be even worse.

Not only were two pigeons released, no one wore the clothes that were made, and someone ran away with them, and the truth is still unknown, which is really embarrassing.

Fyodor put his hands on his forehead, pondered for a moment and made a decision.

Since two people ran away, it wouldn't be interesting for him to stay alone, he couldn't just sit on top of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and look at each other.

Well, then let him go too.

He quietly put away the skull on the fruit plate on the table, and walked past Shibusawa Ryuhiko without changing his expression, without any intention of stopping to explain before leaving.

He is very skilled at sneaking away, and he doesn't need to inform the host of the guests at all.

It took a long time for Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was hunting little monsters all over the room in "Ryuhiko no Yu" to realize that something was wrong. It seemed that it was too quiet outside.

It stands to reason that there should be three people outside, unless they don't say anything, otherwise it's impossible to be so quiet.

Is something wrong?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stood up straight and poked the little monsters whose tails he had grabbed, hoping they would be more honest.

Really, who is the effect of the supernatural ability? Why is it that little monsters were born in his "Dragon Yan nowhere".

He pushed open the door and saw the empty hall unprepared. The luxurious decoration inside the hall quietly presented a different kind of beauty.

The lobby is perfect except there is no one there.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko:?

What about people?

Feng Xinzhi, Majin, and Osamu Dazai who are about to arrive, what about the big three?

The bewildered Shibusawa Ryuhiko's face became dull.

The little monster in his hand took the opportunity to break free, jumped onto his head and pulled his hair vigorously.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who was about to petrify, no longer cared about the little monster above his head, he realized a very cruel fact.

He was abandoned by people.

After wearing away the clothes he made, he left without looking back, leaving him alone facing the cold banquet hall, feeling the cold wind blowing and freezing his heart.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stood there dumbfounded, not wanting to admit this fact.

He is going to make a fuss!

Going to pull the tail of the mouse, go to Yokohama to make trouble, go to...

The more he thought about it, the more angry Shibusawa Ryuhiko squatted down silently, choosing to stay on the spot and shut himself up.

That's horrible woo.

……

the other side.

Osamu Dazai happily dragged Feng Xinzhi into an open restaurant.

Because of the effect of "Long Yan no Ma", all the ordinary people in the restaurant disappeared, but the lights were still on.

He picked a clean and tidy table, and put all the big and small bags he brought from Feng Xinzhi's hands on the table.

A table full of dessert cakes, grilled chicken, and two bottles of champagne.

"Today is Christmas Eve!"

Osamu Dazai stuffed the knife and fork into Feng Xinzhi's hands, and explained the reason for doing so confidently.

But it's early in the morning, isn't it Christmas Eve?

Feng Xinzhi, who was silently holding the knife and fork, held back his frustration, and did not refute Osamu Dazai's statement.

If you raise this question, Mr. Zhi will definitely say that on Christmas Eve, of course, you have to eat three meals a day like this, and you can’t do without one meal.

Only Dazai Osamu can speak out such fallacies with confidence.

Mr. Sakaguchi from his world complained so much.

Enjoying the warm time of the father and son dinner together, Osamu Dazai propped his chin, looked at Feng Xinzhi with a smile on his face, and blinked vigorously, as if implying something.

Knowing what he wanted to express, Feng Xinzhi put down the tableware in his hand, took out a paper towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, reached out his hand without hesitation, picked out a few pastries and put them on the plate, and arranged the grilled chicken slices by the way.

"Although I haven't stayed up late recently, I still need to recuperate. Don't drink alcohol or anything."

Feng Xinzhi put the packed small dish in front of Dazai Zhi, and said in a calm tone, obviously grasping Dazai Zhi's little thoughts.

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai, who was staring at the champagne with all his might, instantly froze, and stepped on his tail aggrievedly like a cat with drooping ears.

Obviously, a few days ago, Zhijun himself drank with that devil!

Damn, why is that demon able to drink with Zhijun, as a papa, he can't enjoy this kind of treatment, and has no chance to see the drunk Zhijun again.

He really wants to take another look at the limited drunk version of SSR Jikun!

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Osamu Dazai, who suddenly felt aggrieved, poked the cake on the plate in front of him with a fork, tossed it over and over again, but refused to eat it.

Feng Xinzhi looked at him helplessly, there was absolutely nothing he could do about Dazai Osamu like this.

He chose to compromise.

"Don't drink too much."

Hearing Feng Xinzhi's change of words, Dazai Osamu immediately froze, regained his energy, looked at Feng Xinzhi, wagging his tail as if waiting to be fed, and nodded his head affirmatively.

He was lying on the table, with a quiet and gentle smile on his delicate face, his eyes were quietly watching Feng Xinzhi through the clear wine in the glass, as if he had seen all the beauty that the world had given him.

A voice whispered in his ear.

"In this muddy world, I really want to live beautifully."

"Because he has found the most precious and warm hope."

"Look, the light falls into his arms by itself."

After entering the mouth, the slightly cool wine turned into a sweet and sweet aroma, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, blowing away the withered flowers in his heart like a warm wind.

"Oh, more, Zhijun."

Osamu Dazai looked at Feng Xinzhi with bright eyes, and pushed the empty wine glass to the opposite side, not thinking that he would get a negative answer.

Feng Xinzhi stared at him for a long time, then slightly pursed the corners of his lips.

"No, I can't drink any more."

Two glasses of wine is enough, drinking too much is not good for health, especially for Mr. Zhi who used to stay up late for a long time.

Osamu Dazai, who was unexpectedly rejected, turned pale with shock, his expression blank, he did not expect this situation at all.

Boo!

You don't love me anymore, Zhijun!