Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

【Six years ago, the eve of the end of the Dragon Head War】

Due to the sudden sudden death of a person with supernatural powers, the huge inheritance left behind has become the target of competition among various forces.His death brought Yokohama into unprecedented chaos, causing countless casualties.Whenever night falls, the sound of guns/cannons is accompanied by screams one after another, and the deserted alleyway is dyed a strange dark red. This scene lasted for a full 88 days.

The prosperous city in the past has become a burial ground for the dead, and even ordinary people have suffered in this war.

The port mafia is understaffed due to power changes, and Mori Ogai, who has just taken office for less than two years, is still in the midst of internal and external troubles.There are only a few people who can be trusted, and the people at the bottom may not care about who the leader is, and even if they do, they will speak lightly, but there are not a few people in the middle and high levels who take the opportunity to fight for power.

In order to quell the chaos, the government invested in a third-party force, representative: Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.After this person joined the battlefield, the battle situation showed a one-sided situation.Small and medium-sized forces have been annexed and wiped out one after another, leaving only a few established organizations still struggling to support them.

When the war was coming to an end, the overwhelmed Mori Ogai dispatched Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai, a pair of impromptu partners.The two immediately started intelligence gathering after receiving the order, and finally found Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's lair after spending several days.

Taking the communicator from his subordinate, Osamu Dazai said "Hello" twice.

"Can you hear me? Zhong, also—"

'Keep your voice down!Speak quickly. '

"Oh, you're so irritable, who offended you?"

'Who else but you?The warehouse had been emptied long ago, and they had set up a 4-kilogram C[-] that was detonated at regular intervals.Fortunately, I didn't let other people follow me, otherwise you should apologize with death! '

Osamu Dazai tilted his head with an innocent face: "Well, maybe it's because your luck has not been very good recently."

'Shit!That's your fault too! '

"Okay, okay, anyway, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa has found it, and we will meet at (95, 176) in half an hour."

'Got it, I'll go right away. '

"No hurry, my ammunition is almost exhausted, and I need to go to the arsenal to replenish it later." Osamu Dazai stood up slowly, and the burly man in a suit who was on standby immediately picked up the rug that was used to lay it on the ground. The overcoat - a gift from Mori Ogai - patted the ashes on for him.

'Tsk, who cares about you, I can solve him alone. '

"Chuya—" A sharp blind voice came from the headset, and the black-haired boy shrugged expressionlessly. "Well, as expected."

"Then go to the arsenal?" one of the subordinates asked cautiously.

"Of course, you went to replenish the ammunition as originally planned, and I acted alone. Although I only told Chuya the meeting place, it was less than one kilometer away from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's lair. If you go late, you are going to collect the corpses of future cadres Bar."

"Yes, let's go right away!" The burly man in a black suit wearing sunglasses broke out in cold sweat, and Zhongya Zhongya's importance to the organization was self-evident.The 16-year-old cadre candidate has extremely powerful abilities, and his combat power is also one of the best in the entire port mafia.

The man and the rest of the team immediately checked the remaining guns/guns/ammunition/ammunition, and roughly estimated that they could survive a small-scale shootout.Their current stronghold is a temporary commando shelter, about a 6-minute drive from the nearest weapons depot.In case of encountering hostile forces ambushing along the way, it is inevitable to have a life-and-death struggle.

After the preparations were completed, the uniformly dressed subordinates bowed to Osamu Dazai one after another.

The footsteps gradually moved away, followed by the characteristic roar of several engines.Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the ceiling, the pale light of the incandescent lamp made him thinner and thinner in his youthful figure.The oversized black coat was pressed against his shoulders, and his left eye, which was not covered by the bandage, was filled with numbness and dead silence.

Once they walked out of this room, the possibility that those subordinates could see him alive was no more than ten percent.

This is what Yokohama is now.

Carrying out the final deduction of the prepared action plan in his mind, Osamu Dazai took off the communicator and put it in his coat pocket.It's [-]:[-], and there's not much time left for the appointment.He glanced at the coat on his body, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Turning from underground to above ground, the houses in a line block the remote waste recycling station.The small buildings are not lit, and the rusty steel bars are piled up randomly.The cement layer of the wall has long since peeled off, exposing the red bricks inside.The windows were pasted up with cardboard, and the solid aluminum shutter door was hung with a simple big lock.

Under the cover of darkness, Osamu Dazai quietly left through the back door. A black high-end car was parked in the alley 50 meters away, and there were several messy wheel marks remaining near it.

Before getting into the car, he raised his head as if feeling something. There was not a single star in the pitch-black sky, only a strange red moon reflected in his kite-colored pupils.

"It's a good sign." The young man whispered.

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On the only way to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's lair, a black car with a speed of nearly 200 yards slammed the steering wheel and flicked from the T-junction to turn.The driver didn't have the concept of deceleration in his mind at all, and under the action of centrifugal force, his upper body almost fell on the seat next to him.

The noise caused by high-speed driving was like a boiling electric kettle. Osamu Dazai slammed on the accelerator while estimating the time.The vision provided by the headlights is extremely limited, and the street lights on both sides of the street have long been scrapped.After continuing to drive forward for 300 meters, he vaguely saw a figure running at full speed.

"Ha, slow little dwarf."

"Got you--"

Accelerate, accelerate again, and Osamu Dazai swung the steering wheel to the left at the right time, and then slammed on the brakes.Under the action of inertia, the tires rubbed violently against the asphalt road, sparks splashed and at the same time there was a piercing whistling sound.

After completing the 180-degree U-turn, the car body stopped firmly in the middle of the road, and there were a few arc-shaped scorching marks on the nearby ground.

Zhong Yuan, who was almost knocked into the air, also rushed to the cab angrily, his whole body was covered with the dazzling red light from the gravity ability.The alloy door was ripped off like thin paper, and half a second later it smashed into a half-destroyed residential building across the street.

The man with the sniper rifle/gun opened his cloudy eyes half-opened, and he didn't understand how he was discovered until his death.Before the action, he made complete preparations, and even spent half an hour erasing traces of his own existence.The house on the verge of collapse is the ideal ambush location, without any light sources nearby.Even the moonlight couldn't come in under the ruins where he was hiding, and he deliberately made the muzzle of the gun coincide with the cat's eye.

"Tai, Zai, if you want to die, I don't mind giving you a ride."

A cold light flashed, a sharp dagger cut the seat belt, and Nakahara stared at Osamu Dazai who was slumped in the driver's seat with a murderous expression on his face.The latter tidied up his sleeves lightly, and patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder after getting off the car.

"Excuse me, you are blocking my way."

Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed back in anger, turned around and threw a flying kick.Even without relying on gravity, pure leg strength could keep this bastard lying in the hospital for half a month.

"It's useless." Osamu Dazai dodged the attack from behind with a short body, and he moved with ease.Although the melee ability can only be regarded as moderate in the organization, he can interpret the pause and timing of the opponent's moves by virtue of his understanding of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

"I'm showing mercy." Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered. "If it's true, I will remember to add an extra line in the mission report: Dazai unfortunately died of his opponent and his skull was shattered."

"It's really scary." Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear to his partner's threats, and walked across the road to the ruins without turning his eyes.

The pungent rust smell fermented in the air, and an unrecognizable male corpse lay under the completely collapsed house.The upper body of the deceased was buried by bricks and stones, and his legs were still twitching.Due to craniocerebral injury during his lifetime, limb spasms and other phenomena will occur for a period of time after death.The blood mixed with the brain is flowing, and the picture is disgusting.

Osamu Dazai picked up the distorted and deformed sniper rifle/gun from under the rock—Ba/Lei/T M82A1, which is famous for its long range, high accuracy, and great power. After checking it, he discarded it aside.He moved two steps towards the corpse and then squatted down. The clothes, shoes and socks of the deceased were brand new, and the soles of the shoes were extremely clean.From this, it can be inferred that this person is proficient in assassination, but it is a pity that he chose the wrong mission target.

"Ahh, being shot to the head and dying almost feels no pain, it's all the fault of Zhongya."

"You're welcome." Zhong Yuanzhong, who followed, also heard the suicidal maniac's broken thoughts as a matter of course, and when his eyes moved to the corpse on the ground, his face gradually became a little ugly. "Hey, Dazai. This guy—"

"What about 'one of my own'?" Osamu Dazai said bluntly. "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the killer cultivated by the black lizard."

"...that group of scum!" The voice that had not yet faded from its greenness was somewhat hoarse, and the murderous intent contained in it was self-evident.In order to keep that huge inheritance out of the hands of others, the port mafia has made enemies on all sides these days.People in the organization are even more fluctuating, and the guys who have tasted a little bit of sweetness are becoming more and more unscrupulous.

"No way, who made our leader not very popular."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands and stood up from the ground, the behavior of the leader of the black lizard was expected.Unlike Nakahara Chuya's zero tolerance for traitors, he has long seen through that Mori Ogai would take this opportunity to cleanse the organization.I bumped into Guangjin Liulang in the office on the top floor of the headquarters two days ago, and it seems that there will be more opportunities to work together in the future.

"By the way, the leader brought back a boy from outside. Chuya, we have a new colleague."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at him, and said with a clear heart: "Have you found out his origin?"

"Unfortunately, I can't find it at all. The appearance, life experience, and past experience are all mysteries, except for the fact that he is shorter than the middle." After speaking, Osamu Dazai jumped out of the spot, and there was a slight sound from the position where he was standing a second ago. The sound of breaking through the air.He put on the slipped coat again, and when he looked up, he saw the thick gray fog sweeping in the distance.

"...It's finally started."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes darkened, this is Shibusawa Ryuhiko's special ability.

"It's time to see him."

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Less than 3 minutes before departure, the strange thick fog gradually dissipated.The sound of fighting not far away made Osamu Dazai stop in his tracks, and he dragged Zhongyuan Nakaya and jumped into the green belt beside the road.The vigorous hedge plants were rarely affected by the battle, and the dense leaves hid the figures of the two tightly.

As the sound of the sword clashing was getting closer, Osamu Dazai recognized the boy in battle through the narrow gap.

——Is it a coincidence or man-made?New colleague Mr.

Zhong Yuanzhong also spotted the two sides who were fighting not far away, and he kept a half-squat position and decided to wait and see for the time being.

'It's a new colleague, Chuya. ' Dazai said silently.

'how do you know. Zhong Yuanzhong also replied.

'Dress up dress up. Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and stared at the two 'people' in the center of the battle. Among them, the injured one was wearing a long black hooded jacket with a red and black Prajna mask on his face.Other than that, the most eye-catching thing is the dark red scarf, given by the current ruler of the port mafia. 'I've seen it once before from a distance and I can't go wrong. '

'Then I'll help. After finishing speaking, Nakahara Chuya was about to get up, but was held in place by Osamu Dazai the next second. 'Wait, look carefully, the enemy is his own supernatural body.The new colleague was not very lucky, and actually broke into the diffusion range of the fog. '

'ha?You said that the guy who fought with him is a supernatural body? ! Nakahara also looked at Osamu Dazai with eyes like a fool, and the latter picked up a dead leaf on the ground and raised his jaw with a half-smile.

'You don't know yet, do you?The true face of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability.The power of the supernatural power is completely stripped away, and the supernatural power itself does not have the ability to think. After they appeared in the world, they had only one idea in mind - to kill their master.I advise you not to intervene, in case there is still information that we don't know... It would be bad if it was self-defeating. '

Nakahara Chuya frowned slightly, although he hated Osamu Dazai, he trusted his analytical ability.In other words, the only good thing about the suicidal maniac is his brain.

'here. Osamu Dazai pointed to the two people whose positions were reversed, finally being able to clearly see the appearance of the so-called supernatural body from Chuya Nakahara's perspective.

Dressed in the same hood, even the scarf is exactly the same.The only difference between the two is that there is an extra prismatic crystal on the Prajna mask of the supernatural body.His intuition told him that this was the key to defeating his opponent, and it could even be called a weakness.

'What a surprise. Osamu Dazai said with emotion suddenly, a look of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

'what do you mean? 'Central Plains also asked.

'When I saw my new colleague for the first time, he gave me the impression that he was a ghost without any sense of existence. I didn't expect the supernatural body to be in human form, and...exactly the same appearance as a capable person.In Chuya's case, filth is probably a black hat. '

'Then you're a roll of bandages. '

''No Longer Lives'' doesn't make that assumption true. '

'laugh. '

When the two were bickering, Qianli, who had his back to them, tore off his torn sleeve, and swung his sword neatly in front of him.The supernatural body also held a manifested Murasame in his hand, and under the light of the bloody moon, the pitch-black blade showed a magnificent color like cherry blossoms.

After a brief truce, it was the supernatural beings who took the lead. As the fighting time prolongs, the human body will lose physical strength and even have difficulty concentrating.The supernatural body not only has no thinking and no pain, but the existence of "him" is more like a self-running program plugged into the core of the energy assembly.In a sense, 'he' is not a living thing.

Facing the sharp blade that was slashing head-on, Qianli quickly raised his knife to block.As the blades collided, the sound of gold and stone was heard endlessly, and the silver-white light of the blade left afterimages in the shape of crescent moons in the night.It's just that the penetrating injury to his abdomen affected his posture, and the supernatural body didn't miss this fleeting flaw.

The sudden speed-up of the killing knife technique slowed Qianli's reaction by half a beat, and the huge impact was transmitted to the right hand holding the knife.When his posture was deformed, his tiger's mouth was instantly torn, and there was a sticky wet feeling in his gloves.The dangerous thing is that the ultimate move strikes again, directly targeting the vital points of the whole body.

— Hurry up, hurry up!

Stimulated by the strong desire to survive, the young man turned from attack to defense, his feet were slightly off the ground, and with the strength of the opponent's blow, his body twisted slightly in mid-air, and immediately flew upside down for nearly 30 meters.

Once the distance is opened, the familiar gesture of drawing a knife and chopping is formed in the blink of an eye.Bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the wound that was re-inflicted was so painful that it became numb.Every breath smelled of rust, and the overworked brain gradually dulled.Qianli endured the discomfort and concentrated all his mind on the final confrontation. He could not lose, let alone die.

There are still people waiting for him to go back, and his mission has not been completed.

Excessive blood loss leads to a continuous drop in body temperature, but the blood rushing in the blood vessels continues to boil.Qianli licked the bright red around his lips, and the addictive sweet smell instantly filled his mouth.

"Do you know why I'm the one who wins? Our sword moves, weapons, and combat experience are exactly the same, but you don't feel pain, don't feel tired, and your strength is even higher than mine. Why is it me who wins?"

The turbulent night wind rolled up the hem of his clothes, and the strongest assassin of the future port mafia murmured in a low voice.

"Let me tell you, there is only one answer—"

The supernatural body couldn't speak, so of course he wouldn't answer his question.Chisato closed her eyes, and Murasame, who was sheathing her sword, was trying to resist her master.

The air stagnated again, and the moment the wind stopped, the two sides rushed forward as if they had agreed, leaving several blurred traces behind them at such a high speed.Holding the same purpose with each other, only the 'death' of one side can end this battle.

The figure of Qianli in the pupils of the supernatural body became clearer and clearer, until the distance between the two was less than half a meter, the young man who kept drawing his sword and slashing his hand decisively pressed down the handle of the knife.The sound of piercing the air exploded in my ears, and the light of the sharp knife was like the moon hanging high in the sky.

"Kacha——" One big and one small, the sound of hard objects breaking meant that the battle was over.

Having practiced swordsmanship for six years, this is the simplest and deadliest move.There is no extra movement, the time from drawing the knife to cutting out is compressed to the extreme.The speed that cannot be described in words, human eyes can't catch the blade of Murasame at all.As if the sword-drawing technique that cut off the space at the same time surprised everyone present, he slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

"There is only one answer. Creatures like humans will evolve in desperation."

The supernatural body suddenly shattered and turned into a dense cluster of light spots.

At the moment when it was about to dissipate, a sudden change occurred, and the light spots floating in the air recondensed into the appearance of human beings.The whole body is intact, and even the damaged prismatic crystal has returned to its original light.

Qianli, who turned his back on the supernatural body, seemed to know nothing about it.

Nakahara couldn't continue to remain silent, and when Black Murasame was about to stab the boy in the heart, he picked up a thumb-sized gravel.Gravity Manipulation—

However, the stone flew halfway and landed on the ground. Osamu Dazai silently withdrew his hand against Chuya Nakahara's murderous eyes.

At the critical moment, Qianli only made a sideways movement, and the blade was less than one millimeter away from his chest.The sharp blade reflected the red and black Prajna face, grinning as if silently laughing.Holding a dagger polished from obsidian, he pierced through the prismatic crystal twice from bottom to top.

"Who do you think...the person who knows you best?"

This time, the supernatural body completely disappeared without any accidents.

Qianli turned his head slightly, and a corner of the Prajna ghost face was destroyed in the battle.The red pupils that have not yet faded the killing intent are exposed in the air, it is the most intense, the most vivid and the most dazzling red.It's like a raging flame, and it's like magma flowing deep underground.The bloody full moon fell into his eyes, and two different reds blended into one, with a strong aggressiveness.

The direction of the boy's gaze happened to be facing the hiding place of the two of them, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, feeling a little dry for some reason.

Oh, this expression——

Osamu Dazai observed his partner in a daze calmly, surprised but also found it very interesting.

Delusion?

Qianli frowned, and immediately decided to leave here immediately.Before the injury got worse, he used his ability while running.The crystallized body feels no pain, no breathing, no heartbeat.The group of traitors must be cleaned up before zero o'clock, this is the first task received after joining the port mafia.

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"The young little man fell in love with Qianli-kun at first sight." Sitting on the guardrail, Osamu Dazai swayed his legs, and the raised corners of his mouth showed his master's bad taste.

"I've been wondering when you'll find out about this. After all, I found an excellent excuse for you at that time—because you met a comparable opponent, you who are keen on fighting think that Qianli-kun is a special existence."

' Dazai. '

Huh?Didn't jump into a rage?

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after a brief silence, he smiled and said, "It's not like you, Chuya."

"Ah, you don't need to remind me, I've already noticed it." Before Dazai Osamu could react, Nakahara Nakahara changed the subject in a calm tone: "The reason why you stopped me that night has nothing to do with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko , you know exactly what consequences his abilities will cause."

The sound of breathing coming from the earpiece was barely audible, and Osamu Dazai admitted it straightforwardly. "That's right, I want to know what type of Qianli-kun's ability is. It would be great if I can get accurate information. According to my guess, it should belong to the ability of body strengthening or healing, what do you think?"

"Heh, it's outrageously wrong." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered. "You think I'll tell you such an important secret?"

"It's a gem." Dazai Osamu added.

The other party's breathing paused for a moment, and even if he wanted to cover it up, he couldn't escape Osamu Dazai's keen hearing.

"Thank you for your answer, Chuya."

"Bastard, you wait for me!"

"I refuse, it's getting late, I should go home and sleep. You should think about how to confess to someone, Mr. Sen is your biggest obstacle."

"Hey--"

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, and dropped the black phone from the sky.After a few seconds, it was completely reduced to a pool of scattered parts.

When Chuya Nakahara found him, Osamu Dazai had already returned to the tavern one kilometer away, and Doppo Kunikida, who had been waiting for a long time, was twirling his glass impatiently.

"Tai, Zai—where did you go! We agreed on five minutes, but I wasted fifteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds!"

Osamu Dazai sat back in his seat with a smile, and immediately picked up a piece of crab meat with his chopsticks.

"secret."