I'm not really evil

After seven days.

The sky in Yokohama is starting to get cloudy.The contradictions among the major organizations intensified, and the bloodshed increased exponentially. Even ordinary citizens who were not involved in the darkness felt the terrifying atmosphere that was about to come.

The publishing house where Oda Sakunosuke works was forced to postpone the serialization of the latest issue of the newspaper because the printing factory was affected by the fighting.The editor-in-chief who was on the scene at the time and the unlucky editor of Oda Sakunosuke were unfortunately sent to the hospital.

After Oda Sakunosuke returned from visiting his literary editor outside, he readily left behind his new novel, which only had one beginning, and announced to Hotaru: "There will be no need to submit manuscripts for the next period of time."

A certain novelist who had long wanted to stop updating due to the regular update reminders and the pressure of the deadline made a cooing sound.

"If Oda doesn't want to write, then there's no need to write." Yingying blinked at him, giving willful indulgence to his parents who were gradually suffering from procrastination.

"You can travel while you are free. How about going to Osaka for a hot spring? The recent Yokohama is not very peaceful." Oda Sakunosuke thought about it for a while, then lowered his head and suggested to Hotaru, "Editor Mr. Sakata sent me to Osaka A hot spring voucher for a B&B hotel seems to be a place that is very popular among writers."

Probably because he wants to keep the writers he is in charge of out of danger. Oda Sakunosuke cherishes this kindness very much.

Yingying thought for a while, and asked briskly, "Is it just the two of us?"

"Let me see, there are three hot spring coupons in total." Oda Sakunosuke said, "What is Dazai doing now?"

"I don't know." Ying took out the phone and shook it, and suggested, "Send him a message. If he wants to go, let him meet us at the destination."

"...Alright." Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

After editing the content and sending it to Osamu Dazai, Sakunosuke Oda began to pack his luggage neatly.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Hotaru was sitting on the sofa looking at the travel brochure, and when she heard the voice, she glanced lightly towards the door.

The door opened automatically, and standing at the door was a tall, elderly gentleman in a windbreaker.

"Oda-kun, good afternoon. I'm sorry to bother you to visit." Natsume Soseki raised his cane, knocked lightly on the door as a signal, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Mr. Natsume? Please come in." Hearing the familiar voice, Oda Sakunosuke who poked his head out of the bedroom was a little taken aback.The two looked at each other, Oda Sakunosuke seemed to understand something, put down his work and walked over.

"I'm ashamed to say that this old man came because of a disciple who was useless. According to his description, the only person who can solve Yokohama's current predicament is the owner of this apartment. Whether it's for practical purposes or curiosity, this old man can't bear it." I wanted to come and visit for a while...but I didn't expect to see a familiar name on the letter at the door of the apartment, Oda-kun." After being invited to sit down, Natsume Soseki quickly explained his purpose.

After the two disciples he had cultivated became successful and kept pace with the government's Supernatural Secret Service Division, and established a stable situation in Yokohama, Natsume Soseki was already in a state of retirement. Although the bloodshed in Yokohama was bloody, it was actually quite serious. Not enough to keep him from sitting still.

But after the second disciple Mori Ogai tried his best to find himself and clarified his interests, Natsume Soseki could only sigh and go out to solve the mess for his disciple.

Previously, a man surnamed Dazai had been harmed intentionally or unintentionally. Mafia, a port that has not yet stabilized and expanded its situation, has been targeted in this dark war. Can only be exhausted.After persisting for seven days, Mori Ogai realized clearly that if this continues, the port Mafia will lose its combat power and completely lose control of the situation.

Once there is no restraint from the behemoth of Hong Kong and Black, the underground organizations that have lost their due reason and awe are very likely to break through the unspoken rules of the other world that do not involve ordinary people, and drag this land and its people together. Into the horror of blood.

It may be a little alarmist, but Natsume Soseki also has his own judgment on the situation.This is also the reason why he is willing to listen to the suggestions of his disciples.

"Yes." Before Oda Sakunosuke responded, Hotaru agreed first.She stared at Natsume Soseki in front of her with a pair of black-stained eyes, and said quietly, "You enlightened Oda, so just this once, I can fulfill your wish."

"This is really scary. Is the little girl Mori's secret weapon?" Natsume Soseki looked at the black-haired girl in front of him with a smile.She seemed to be very quiet and well-behaved, she was sitting close to Oda Sakunosuke relyingly, and the two of them could give people a warm feeling without talking.

"Yes, will all those fighting organizations disappear?" Yingying confirmed to him.

"...This is absolutely unnecessary. Yokohama has shed enough blood in the past few days. More casualties will only stimulate more people's emotions." Natsume Soseki was stunned for a moment, thinking about the meaning contained in these words in his heart , When he spoke again, he was already a lot more cautious, "According to what I see, there should be a mastermind behind all this. Whether it's the 5000 billion gimmick, or the unusual emotions and actions of those small organizations, it all indicates a little Clues. So..."

Ying understood: "No bloodshed. Then find out the dark mouse and expose his secret to the sun?"

"Uh, yes. If possible." Natsume Soseki nodded blankly.When he was leaving, he was hesitant to speak, and he couldn't figure it out.

But his doubts didn't last long.In the middle of the night, when he suddenly received information from all parties at the same time, that doubt was completely crushed.

The Devil Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky.The leader of the underground thieves group [Rats of the Dead House], and a member of the Russian terrorist organization [Five Decays of Heaven and Man].His wisdom is like a disaster, and conspiracy and death follow him wherever he goes.

It is no surprise that this event was planned by him.What is really surprising is that this devil, who seems to be buried in the shadow of history and has never been seen by others, was actually arrested and brought to justice by the Supernatural Secret Service on behalf of the government.

For Fyodor himself, this plan for Yokohama has been planned for a long time, but the script is obviously still in the initial stage, and he was caught far before reaching the climax, which he could not have guessed .

What I didn't even expect was...

The one who caught him was not the youngest cadre of Mafia, the same scheming port as he had imagined, but the supernatural secret service department that he had never paid attention to?

Ah.

When did the farming chief have such action and brains?Not only was he able to lead well-trained subordinates to break into the stronghold of the underground passage to capture him, but he even collected incomparably complete 'evidence' of his petty actions this time, which is the kind of evidence that any state agency can sentence him to death ironclad evidence.

After Fyodor was deported to Meursault, the strictest prison in the world, the restlessness in Yokohama suddenly calmed down.All the organizations that were instigated by blood and tricks to the point of losing their minds were all quiet overnight. Mafia, the port, retracted its tentacles. The night in Yokohama changed from the original noise to a strangely peaceful one. A dream.

Natsume Soseki was silent for a long time after reading the information, and personally contacted the senior management of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.What made his back dripping with cold sweat was that the entire Supernatural Secret Service Division seemed to have completely regarded the arrest of the devil as his own merit.No one noticed anything amiss.Even though no one can tell where the evidence came from, and when the demon's stronghold was traced... But everyone accepts this fact as the truth.

This kind of ability, which can almost be called a concept replacement, made Natsume Soseki think of...【Book】for the first time.

Reminiscent of the determined expression of his disciple back then, Natsume Soseki fell into a deeper level of self-doubt.He has been paying attention to the whole of Yokohama secretly, and he has a lot of information sources in his hands. Why does it seem that something terrible happened under his nose?

He might need to talk further with Sen.

After Osamu Dazai received the information from Yokohama in his busy schedule, he was overjoyed.

This is the first time that difficult mouse has been swept out of the game so lightly, so the mood at this moment must be quite delicate, right?It would be a pity to miss that situation.

But he should have guessed that the only person who can do this is 【Book】.After confirming that such a thing does exist, it will be even more crazy if you escape from prison afterward. How far can it go?

Next time he will have to watch the show in the best audience.

"Osamu Dazai! Don't be in a daze. Come here quickly, there are a lot of people coming out." Medea on the side urged impatiently.

"Hey~ don't worry, Ms. Medea." Dazai Osamu came back to his senses, and cast his eyes from top to bottom with a lack of interest, and cast his eyes on the figures who came out of the iron gate one by one below.

The two were standing on the top of a towering, Gothic-style clock tower at the moment, overlooking the ants-like humans below.Osamu Dazai's right eye is driving a monocular, and he identifies the people passing by in his field of vision one by one according to the information in his mind.

"Sakura's imaginary number space, plus Ms. Medea's magic, there is no place in this world that cannot be entered." During the observation gap, Osamu Dazai said something as if admiring, with a half-smile on his face, " Even the official organization known as the world's strongest supernatural country, the British [Clock Tower], came in easily~ To be honest, I was a little disappointed because it was too easy."

"Sakura is a special child." Medea looked proud, "With her ability, if she continues to grow, she will become a magician beyond me sooner or later! Recently...￥%..."

"Okay, well, I found it." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, interrupting a certain witch's continuous flattery, "In the intelligence, it was evaluated as a person with a supernatural ability with the potential of a transcendent level. The specific name of the special ability is unknown. It can be roughly confirmed that it is a supernatural ability related to divination. I wonder if this lady fortune teller from [Clock Tower] has predicted her own good or bad luck today?"

"Even if there is, it will be offset by your [Disqualification in the World]." Medea said with a face of course.

"Well, there is a high probability. So far, Ms. Medea, don't do unnecessary actions, or you will startle the snake." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "Talents discovered after searching all over the world, be careful to capture them. "

Medea stopped talking and her expression became serious.

As a priestess who has witnessed the brilliance of the gods, she is also the daughter of the ocean goddess Ideia, the granddaughter of the sun god Helios and the goddess Perse, Medea's wisdom and talent are far beyond Human beings, in her body the boundaries between humans and gods are blurred.If it were in the Greek world, she could summon countless miracles, but unfortunately, the magic and mystery in this small world where Hotaru lives are a bit weak, even if she wants to construct a ritual that perfectly strengthens divination and prophecy abilities. easy.

If you try your best, you should be able to do it, right?But just success is not enough, the price to be paid for predicting the evil god of the level of Hotaru's opponent... There is also the terrible risk of being detected and reversed intrusion... Only use the [Old Dominator] as a sacrifice The product is not very safe...

No.It is not allowed to imagine the possibility of failure.Medea forced herself to calm down and regain her proper thinking ability.

In any case, the only way to do it is to do it.For Firefly's victory.

That night, they successfully captured the off-duty fortune-teller and stuffed her into the imaginary cage specially made by Sakura.

"Call work~ Ah, next, Sakura, please send me to this location, this is the coordinates. Thank you~" Dazai Osamu seemed to suddenly melt into a Q version, and the sparkling eyes made it impossible to look directly at.

Medea: "Damn, this man suddenly became so disgusting!"

"Ah...Okay." Sakura nodded a little helplessly, and opened the hole in the imaginary number space.

"Then~ I will leave the construction of the ceremony to you, Ms. Medea. As for me~" Dazai Osamu stepped into the imaginary space, and at the last second when his figure disappeared, he waved his arms towards Medea flamboyantly like kelp. With a rippling tone, "Holy-chan and Odasaku invited me to go to the hot springs, so I won't accompany you~~"

Medea was stunned, and after realizing it, she flew into a rage: "Go to hell, stinking man!!!"