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"Yo~ boy, I am the Dazai you are looking for." Dazai smiled and sat opposite the tea-haired boy, his kite eyes glanced at the fat cat in his arms, and he took it back as if nothing had happened: "What are you looking for?" help?"

"Huh? No, I'm not here to ask for help."

The brown-haired boy had a gentle and slightly melancholy demeanor, and he looked at the black-haired young man with crooked smiling eyes somewhat cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, he introduced himself, "Mr. Dazai, hello, my name is Takashi Natsume."

"Hello Natsume boy." Dazai Osamu's attitude towards the harmless and gentle boy was like a spring breeze, and he almost irritated|exploded|followed Gojo Satoru.

Is there such a big difference in temperature?

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, gritted his teeth and showed a ferocious smile, and when Osamu Dazai noticed that he was looking at him, he immediately restrained himself.

Everyone in the detective agency snorted disdainfully: Heh, the status of the family is clear at a glance.

"Since you don't seek help, why is Natsume boy looking for me?" Osamu Dazai asked with a smile, hoping to alleviate the boy's uneasiness and restraint.

Natsume Takashi was also slightly calmed down by Dazai Osamu's friendly attitude, but when he thought about what he was going to say next, he nervously hugged the cat in his arms tighter.

"Oda..." Natsume Takashi felt Dazai Osamu's suddenly dangerous temperament, and he still said: "I came here on the commission of Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled suddenly, his throat tightened, his fingers clenched tightly, his joints turned abnormally white, and the difficult sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Young Natsume...you know what you're talking about Bar?"

Dazai Osamu was like a bullet about to be fired from the chamber, overflowing with smoke.

Natsume Takashi held his breath for an instant, and the cat in his arms |fried| fluffed up.

"Dazai." Kunikida, who has been paying attention to the movement, for fear that Dazai would discredit the detective agency, stood up from his seat.

Before he had time to walk over, a figure stood beside Osamu Dazai first.

Gojo Satoru put his hand on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and he could feel the person under his palm like a taut bowstring.

"Do you want to talk alone, young man?" Gojo Satoru suggested with a smile.

Natsume Takashi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully: "Yes, I hope to have a private talk with Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai stood up and glanced at him disdainfully: "Come here."

Gojo Satoru nodded to everyone in the detective agency and followed in their footsteps.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida looked at everyone, Dazai's appearance was really scary.

"There's nothing to worry about." Edogawa waved the wave soda randomly: "Just feel at ease."

Osamu Dazai brought him into the meeting room, and asked in a cold tone, "What do you want to talk about?"

Natsume Takashi looked at Gojo Satoru, then at Dazai Osamu, and seeing that the white-haired man had not been driven away, he didn't bother about the meaning of "alone".

As everyone knows, this is the safety catch that Osamu Dazai put on for himself.

"About a week ago, my classmates and I came to Yokohama." Takashi Natsume explained, "When we passed by an abandoned building..."

Natsume Takashi concealed the fact that he was being chased by the monster: "I saw Mr. Oda's soul."

Mr. Oda also saved him from the monster.

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

Did Osamu Dazai believe the boy's words?He... believed it.Maybe it's because I feel the power contained in the youth, maybe it's because... I believe for the sake of believing.

"He..." Osamu Dazai slightly lowered his eyelashes, and his trembling lips overflowed with words: "Is he still there? Is he still there?"

Feeling the sadness of the black-haired youth, Takashi Natsume pursed his lips and shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, Mr. Oda stopped after he learned that I was willing to help."

"...Really?" Dazai Osamu took a deep breath and tried very hard to put a smile on his face again: "Then, what did Odasaku entrust you with?"

Hearing this, Natsume Takashi closed his eyes, stood up, put down the cat in his arms, and walked slowly to the distraught black-haired young man.

Looking at the top of the young man's hair from top to bottom, he raised his hand and stroked the fluffy black hair: "Dazai, you are not the special one in this world, you are the most ordinary, gentlest and good boy."

Natsume Takashi felt the trembling body of the young man trying to endure something, and heard the short breath made by the young man trying to endure crying.

"You are already great." Natsume Takashi softened his voice: "It has been... hard work, Dazai."

The lingering boy's voice overlapped with the voice of the red-haired youth in memory.

That ray of soul broke free from the shackles, shattered the dimension of time, and brought the last thought left behind after the end of life.

[Really really worked hard, Dazai. ]

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips tightly, he waved to Natsume Takashi, and said silently: I'll take you out.

...Now Osamu Dazai only wants to be alone.

"No hard work.

You are buried here, Oda Tsukuru, this is enough for me to dedicate my love to this land..."

In the conference room where there was only one person left, Osamu Dazai muttered to himself, and the long silence made his face less bloody.

"Young man, you lied." Gojo Satoru ignored Natsume Takashi's refusal and insisted on sending him to the station.

"Eh?" Takashi Natsume squeezed the cat tightly in his arms, Teacher Cat almost suffocated to death.

Gojo Satoru lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and he turned his head and smiled at the boy: "Oda Sakunosuke is still there."

"No..." Natsume Takashi wanted to refute, but stopped talking because of the white-haired man's half-exposed blue eyes with floating clouds.

Be seen through.

Natsume Takashi clearly realized.

"Yes, Mr. Oda hopes to get my reply." Natsume Takashi no longer tried to hide it: "Mr. Oda also entrusted me to meet a gentleman named Ango Sakaguchi."

As for lying, Mr. Oda ordered.

Mr. Oda hopes that people who live in this world can live a good life instead of falling into the missing of |dead|dead people.

Arriving at the station, Gojo Satoru stopped the car. He said, "I know Ango Sakaguchi. He works in the department|capacity|department|department. It should be difficult for you to meet. Go back today and leave a contact information. I will help you meet him."

"Ah? Yes!" Natsume Takashi had him in no doubt: "Thank you very much, Mr. Gojo."

Watching the boy enter the station, Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes and restarted the car.

Is it here?

"Hello?" Gojo Satoru's voice echoed in the empty and abandoned building: "I'm Osamu Dazai's boyfriend, Mr. Oda."

"Eh?"

Some dull voices sounded behind Gojo Satoru.

Is it too high?

A ray of soul sighed silently.

"Does Dazai have a boyfriend?" The faintly transparent Oda Sakunosuke raised his eyes in doubt, then smiled with relief: "That's really great, then Dazai won't be alone."

Gojo Satoru smiled, for the sincerity of the red-haired young man, and for the red-haired young man's sincere words: "Natsume boy has already brought the words to him, and he didn't tell him that you are still there. As for Sakaguchi Ango, Natsume boy will have to wait to get back to you." See you."

Hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke frowned and nodded: "I'm embarrassing Natsume."

"I'm here to ask Mr. Oda for help."

"Huh?" Oda Sakunosuke straightened his back unconsciously, and said solemnly, "Although I'm just a wisp of soul, as long as I can help, I won't refuse."

This character is really...

Gojo Satoru laughed a little: "Mr. Oda must be able to help."

Next, Gojo Satoru was in charge of speaking, and Oda Sakunosuke was in charge of listening and nodding.

"Okay, I understand." Oda Sakunosuke solemnly promised, "I will help."

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru asked curiously: "Mr. Oda, why don't you ask about his condition?"

"Ah, this..." Oda Sakunosuke smiled without any negative emotions: "It's better for dead guys not to have too many ties to living people."

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses: "I finally understand why he considers you his best friend."

If one day the whole world is plunged into darkness, then Oda Sakunosuke will definitely become the only ray of light.

Yes.

Oda Sakunosuke's personality is shining.

Gojo Satoru drove to Namori Town, this place is not big, even if he didn't call Dazai Osamu to ask, he just drove around, and he saw the little Reborn.

"You are the one who came here with Dazai last time." Reborn jumped onto the fence, and found that even so, he still had to look up at the white-haired man, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly: "What's your name?"

"Well, it doesn't matter what you call it." Gojo Satoru smiled, and handed over the document in his hand: "Here, what he promised has been done."

Reborn took it and turned his head: "Indeed, Dazai is more reliable when trading."

"...Heh." Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue lightly, dissatisfied with the little baby's words, shrugged and said, "Then I'll take my leave."

He still has work to do.

Before he got into the car, Reborn threw a business card: "You can find me if you need it. Tell Dazai immediately that the Battle of the Ring will be held in three days. Don't forget to come and see it."

Those who can hang out with Osamu Dazai must not be ordinary people, and there is nothing wrong with building a good relationship.

The world's number one | killer | hand...

Wujo Wu pursed his lips, and put away the business card speechlessly. To be honest, he really didn't need it. If he wanted to kill someone, he still needed help from others?

"Farewell, he's been busy recently." Gojo Satoru got into the car and said, "Bye."

Next...

Wujo Wu laughed wildly, he should go|harass|harass his ancestors.

The ancestor who was |harassed|harassed, the god Sugawara Michi was really angry, and pointed at his unworthy descendants with shaking fingers: "You, you, you, you, you, I will ask you! How can you trouble your ancestors by dating?!"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru [beautiful.jpg] sat in a sitting posture, and said in a tone of "you're too fussy, aren't you?"

God: "..." You are quite proud!

God is going to kill my Wutiao family——!

The God of Heaven Yu looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I owe you!"

"Hey~" Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses: "I knew that my ancestor would not ignore it."

The god sent a blank stare to the unworthy offspring with a hippie smile: "Do you think it was for nothing to help? There just happened to be an issue, troublesome, please take a filial son and solve it by the way."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "What's the matter?"

There is actually something more important than his falling in love (thriller)? !

"Dazai, hurry up." Kunikida opened the door of the conference room and shouted inside: "Army | Police | There is a commission over there."

"it is good."

Osamu Dazai squeezed a bit of strength from his weak body as if he had experienced a heavy blow, he stood up, and walked out slowly like an old man.

After adjusting himself, he smiled and asked, "What entrustment?"

Kunikida handed him a stack of photos.

Looking at them one by one, Osamu Dazai's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. The photos are full of mutilated |limbs|broken|broken|arms, and there are obvious signs of being chewed.

"When did it start?" Osamu Dazai asked while watching.

"Victims are presumed to die. The earliest one was around ten o'clock the night before yesterday."

"Tsk tsk, the current supernatural ability is really becoming more and more abnormal." Saying this, Osamu Dazai walked to the office area: "What did Mr. Ranpo say?"

"Mr. Ranpo is not here." Kunikida said, "It was borrowed by the |police|police|office of Osaka Prefecture an hour ago to handle a case. It is the same commission."

Osamu Dazai widened his eyes: "It means that similar things happened in many places in Japan? The time of the murder only refers to what happened in "Yokohama"?"

Kunikida pushed his glasses and nodded with a serious face: "Ah, that's right."

"Tsk." Osamu Dazai felt that this matter was very troublesome, "Let's go, call Atsu-kun, let's go to the scene to see."

Arriving at the scene, the army|police|has already been waiting there.

However, Osamu Dazai didn't have time to check.

He was attracted by Gojo Satoru who went back and forth: "Why are you back?"

"Well..." Gojo Satoru stood two steps away from Osamu Dazai: "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements. It will be fine, whether it's this incident or something else."

This is a very abrupt sentence.

"What do you mean...?"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A force dragged Osamu Dazai to fall down quickly, in a trance, the breeze gently hit his nose with a gentle fragrance, and Yato appeared in front of him, smiling slightly.

"Mr. Dazai!"

"Dazai!"

"It's a dream."

Gojo Satoru said in a voice audible to both Kunikida and Nakajima Atsushi: "Give it to him, and give it to me."