How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Even if the system kicked the ducks out of the shelves, I had to change my attitude and get in touch with the men who suddenly appeared, but in the final analysis, there is really nothing to talk about.

He and the other party randomly picked a shop on the side of the road and went in to sit. On the one hand, it was to prevent the change of attitude from being too blunt. An awkward silence.

The young man in the gray formal suit clenched his fist with his right hand and coughed lightly twice, his face pale.

Obviously his physical fitness is not very good, the little night wind blowing outside earlier was enough to stimulate his frail body.

Yu Gongcui watched as he ordered a cup of hot drink, closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter at the side. When he lowered his head, his crow-colored eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a curved shadow on his bloodless cheeks.

The distance got closer, and when he raised his head again, he could already see the color of those eyes—like staring at the red wine in the cellar for a long time through the glass, and the shimmering liquid gemstones.

However, it is solidified and dead, like a swamp or quagmire in the forest, quiet and quiet, and it is impossible to know how many bones are buried under it.

After noticing the observing gaze from this side, the wine-colored eyes slightly curved, showing a gentle smile that couldn't be wrong.

He was obviously waiting for Yu Gongcui to speak first, for example explaining why he originally planned to leave directly, but changed his mind after uttering harsh words.But it is obviously impossible for the latter to tell the truth, so the deputy of the port mafia just glanced at the time, tapped the table with his index finger, and made a clear and crisp sound of "beep".

"You have three ten minutes."

The young man laughed after being stunned: "It's really strict."

The glass was covered with a layer of white mist, and the figures of pedestrians on the street outside were indistinct.The noise and the sound of the whistle have become weak when it enters the ears, and the orange lights of the passing cars and street lights turn into colorful colors on this layer of water vapor, which has a weird fairy tale feel.

The drink was served, and when it was stirred, there was a curl of mist.

He picked up the teacup in an elegant manner and sipped silently. After a little blood appeared on his cheeks, he put down the cup and resumed the topic in the alley.

"About the Shiratori Foundation—"

"Since you found the Port Mafia, you should know what they did before. Tat for tat, which makes sense."

Yu Gongcui interrupted him, and the tone of the answer was quite cold.

That was a cover-up on the surface, but the fact is that now I don't know what attitude I should take towards the other party, and I even start to feel irritable in my heart.

"Gain the trust of the No. 2 capture target" is a light-hearted thing to say.But my position is in the port mafia, and I am the secretary trusted (probably) by the leader. It is not easy to win the trust of someone on the opposite side when both parties know each other's identity.

— Unless you change camp.

But then he would undoubtedly be seen as a traitor to the Port Mafia.

Yu Gongcui absently stirred the liquid in the cup until there was no trace of heat coming out.Well, thinking of the coquettish operation that Osamu Dazai joined the Armed Detective Agency as a defector in the A world, as long as the arrangement is proper, there may not be any consequences... But, that boss, he will really agree so magnanimously ?

With the knowledge of that person, Yu Gongcui felt that it was impossible.

Moreover, if the other party asked him why he had the idea of ​​switching to the opposite camp, he couldn't even give a plausible reason.

Amamiya Cuigang, who had already retreated, was about to poke the system, and wanted to ask if the capture target could be changed now. He suddenly felt that it would be okay to wear women's clothes if he became a child... Then he heard the young man on the opposite side clear his throat, He spoke with an easy-going attitude like chatting.

"President Takamizawa Shiratori, according to our speculation, seems to be a person with supernatural powers that has not been discovered by the government." He sighed slightly distressed, "It's really a discordant factor like an invisible bomb, supernatural powers .”

Yu Gongcui groaned, noncommittal.

"Aren't you a superhuman?"

"Me?—it's a secret."

The young man covered his expression by holding up the teacup, and the voice came from behind the white mist, "There will always be a chance to meet each other in the future. Let's talk about these small things when we are more familiar with each other."

...What a dishonest guy, comparable to the original Osamu Dazai.

When I was so disgusted, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't asked the other party's name.However, just as he was about to speak, that person had already put down his teacup and continued the conversation naturally.

"In the name of ability, it actually distinguishes people from each other, which will undoubtedly make the superiors do more evil. From this perspective, it's not wrong to say that superhuman abilities are evil itself, don't you think?"

"Heroes use martial arts to break the ban. If they think they have extraordinary abilities, there are indeed some people who are unwilling to abide by the order."

Because of self-reliance, he abandons moral constraints and exploits others with confidence. Takamizawa Shiratori in this incident is the best example.

With power in your hands, the first thing you think of is to seek benefits for yourself, which is human nature.It is unworkable to expect everyone to have the moral cultivation of a saint. In addition to psychological factors, supernatural crimes are difficult to discover, obtain evidence, and pursue. This further provides a place for ghosts and monsters hiding in the shadows.

Compared with the peaceful world where Amamiya Tsui originally lived, the crime rate in Yokohama is still abnormally high even with the joint control of the three forces-this is the most obvious evidence.

After being recognized, the young man's eyes lighted up imperceptibly.

"It's the first time a person with supernatural powers has said this. The guys I met in the past were either too stupid to understand at all, or because they were also included in the category of superpowers, they bit the bullet and refused to admit it. It's ridiculous, right? "

It is clearly a fact that can be seen through at a glance.

[If you want to eliminate evil, you must first eliminate all people with supernatural powers. 】

During the call this morning, I overheard the target's remarks that "it's better to disappear with supernatural powers", and then I became interested in seeing each other, and as far as the result is concerned, I did not disappoint myself.

Fyodor stared at the other person with admiration in his eyes, as if he was looking at a gemstone that fit his heart through the window, and he just reached out to pick it up and it could be completely his own, a predetermined property.

That's the end of the conversation, the first meeting is almost over.Since the ideas are the same, he has the confidence to pull this person into his boat——

The phone rang jinglingly, and the talker in the sand-colored windbreaker opposite looked down at the screen, with a helpless wry smile on his lips, quickly stood up, and said sorry to this side.

He walked to the place near the door and answered the phone.Not far away, I can hear part of it vaguely.

The tone is so soft that it makes people suddenly feel stunned, and the delicate exhortations.

Fyodor, who was used to this man's cold face and indifferent tone, curled up his fingers unconsciously, and subconsciously brought the teacup to his mouth, only to realize that it was empty.

"...Of course I'll go back, Dazai-san, didn't you agree? Senior Zhongyuan is arguing to leave? Well, then I——can I rush to the head office right away?...No, crab meat rice can't be done every day Eat, at least pay attention to nutritional balance..."

After finally coaxing her boss, Yu Gongcui hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily, and looked towards the booth.

His eyes met Fyodor who raised his head.

He didn't go this way anymore, and nodded perfunctorily to the young man in the seat: "I have something to do, I'm going first."

The latter's burgundy eyes fixedly stared at him, and gradually revealed an exceptionally gentle smile that made one's heart chill for some reason.

"Unbelievable. You and that Dazai Osamu have such a good relationship."

The revolving glass door was closed, and the young man's murmur did not reach the secretary's ears.However, for some reason, after going out, the sand-colored figure suddenly staggered in the night, turned around and cast a complicated glance.

Fyodor, who thought he didn't show his feet, responded with an innocent smile, and watched the other party hurried away.

[Warning, warning!The target's trust value drops: 10 point!Current remaining trust value: 0 points! 】

This is the system broadcast that rang in my mind after I stepped out of the door.

Until she took the taxi back to the hospital, Yu Gongcui still felt unbelievable, and repeatedly questioned the system.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? I had an in-depth conversation with someone about the worldview. How could it not rise but fall, and fall so much?!"

Aggrieved by the system, it also felt confused. After waiting for a while, it racked its brains to give an answer.

[Maybe he really hates someone answering the phone while talking. 】

Yu Gongcui: "..."

Is it really reasonable to get ten trust points for a phone call? ? ?

He lay motionless on the back seat of the taxi like a salted fish, and the mentally handicapped system probably also saw that this time the partner was particularly difficult to deal with, so he huddled in a small corner aggrieved, and did not say anything about the disappearance of ten trust points out of thin air. evaluate.

To be honest, the initial trust value is actually ten points... so high that it is almost unreasonable.

After going through so many dungeons, some had a negative trust value at the beginning, but the one with such an inflated value was the first one.The points obtained for nothing are really unreliable, if they disappear, they will disappear.

It was late at night when we got back to the hospital.The lights in the ward were not turned on, not sure whether Dazai Osamu had gone to bed early or was planning a prank, Amamiya Cui gently pushed the door open, held her breath and walked to the half-open bedroom door.

The curtains were not drawn, and the person on the bed was half leaning on the pillow, as if admiring the night view with his head tilted.

He called out in a low voice, "Mr. Dazai?"

The pair of eyes that heard the sound were hidden in the shadows, but reflected the moonlight, making them look extraordinarily bright.

"You're back." The young man on the bed dragged his voice and said with hidden dissatisfaction.

The complaint had already come to his lips, but suddenly after sniffing lightly with his nose, he changed to another line.

"It smells like coffee. Hey, did you change your clothes before coming here?"

"It's just that I accidentally spilled it on my body, and you were in a hurry, so I had to come back wearing a friend's coat."

Amamiya explained bitterly that because of the previous episode, his original plan to return to the Hong Kong/Hei Building to change clothes fell through, and he rushed to the hospital in no time at the urging of Dazai Osamu, and he had no time to go to the dormitory.

He deliberately took off his windbreaker, turned around and showed the stain on his shirt to prove his innocence.

Large swaths of silvery moonlight poured down from the windows that were never shaded by curtains.

Like a fine powder, it adhered to the folds of the boy's clothes, rolling on the pure white cloth.And the nape of the neck that was inadvertently exposed when the head was lowered, and the smooth clavicle at the wrist, seemed to be covered with a thin layer of loose powder on the makeup surface, with a dark light like porcelain.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his eyes in some embarrassment, and hummed hastily.

Knowing that this meant not to delve into it further, Yu Gongcui breathed a sigh of relief, put the windbreaker on her forearm, turned around, and took two steps closer to the bed.

"Are you going to sleep now?"

"Hmm..." For some reason, he buried himself under the quilt, and the young man's voice seemed a bit dull through the thick layer, "Because it's boring. I wanted to sleep at first, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway."

"Count the sheep, the brain will empty in no time."

"No."

Osamu Dazai swished his head out from under the quilt again, his eyes rolled around, obviously he had thought of some bad idea.

"Since you are here, you must play a role as a secretary." Sure enough, he suggested complacently, "tell a bedtime story, or sing a lullaby or something?"

Yu Gongcui took a step forward with a smile, bowed left and right, and pulled the boss's face to both sides, until the latter quickly suffocated tears before letting go, allowing the rather elastic face to return to its original position.

What a nasty guy.

I don't know what it means to respect people.

In this case, even if you say it, it doesn't make much sense.Because he was used to it, he was used to trying his best to satisfy this person's excessive demands-this time was no exception.

There are dozens of picture books on the bedside table, which are used for entertainment of children in the hospital.He picked out the thinnest one among them, and after confirming that Osamu Dazai was obediently lying down in the bed, he read the title of the book on the cover in a clear and soft voice under the moonlight.

"The Cat That Lived a Million Times."