Can a psychic become a conjurer?

Osamu Dazai looked over with a gloomy look, and the oil paint on his face was glowing, making him even more terrifying.

Horrified, Zhong Yuanzhong also took another step back.

It's not in vain that she put on makeup all night.

Just when she was about to scare the other party again, Zhong Yuanzhong recognized her and said angrily, "Tsk, why are you coming back in the middle of the night and still dressed like a ghost?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something happy, and smiled sharply: "Oh, I heard that you were offered a reward of 100 billion, and you ran away like a bereaved dog, right? So are you here to give us a reward for Mafia?"

Even so, he had no intention of doing it.

"You recognized me like this, Chuya, you really have a crush on me, right?" Osamu Dazai immediately made himself sick, shook his head to drive out the strange thoughts, and waved to him, "Okay, okay Come on, get out, you pervert who kicked girls' doors in the middle of the night."

Zhongyuan Zhong also blushed with anger: "Who is perverted?! It's not that you pry open the door when you go back to your room. I thought you were burglarized, so I came here to take a look."

"I thought you were happy to see my room stolen." Dazai whispered again, "So you really have a crush on me", and took a step back in fear.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and even the upper and lower floors shook together.

The Mafia members on the upper and lower floors woke up in their sleep, thinking that Yokohama had another earthquake, but after following the source of the sound and looking at a certain two rooms on a certain floor, they all silently returned to the room and slept under the small quilt.

Ah, is it coming again when the familiar boss quarrels with his subordinates?

Osamu Dazai was taking off his makeup while thinking about how to give Fyodor some return.

When she returned to Yokohama, of course she didn't come here to hide from the hunt, so she didn't choose a pet shop that was indifferent to the world and a detective agency with insufficient staff, but came to the port mafia.

Organizations that use violence to exchange benefits.

Just start by destroying his eyes and ears and chopping off his hands and feet.

At this time of the underworld when dawn was about to dawn, the industrious Ango Sakaguchi still did not get off work, and received a message from Osamu Dazai.

[A truly outstanding talent is one who works in several stores at the same time.Right, Ango? 】

This sentence reminded him instantly of his shock and sadness when he met Dazai Osamu who came to work as a summer job in Mafia for two years, and was laughed at by her for "working two jobs to do the work of ten people".

He works so hard as an undercover agent, but in the eyes of others, he is just a tool man.

Later, when the superiors saw how good his work was, they redeemed him with a supernatural business license, and then transferred him to the third world management team. He could only say "I love work."

Supporting his rising hairline with his hands, he replied angrily.

[Do you think everyone is like you! 】

He works multiple jobs called "the other party can squeeze them at will without any burden", and Osamu Dazai works multiple jobs called "this family is tired, change the owner".

Osamu Dazai is so arrogant, they are all responsible!

Someone cursed Osamu Dazai in his heart and blacklisted him, while honestly opening the dark web to remove information about Osamu Dazai.Don't be too proficient in using public power for private use.

After a short rest, Osamu Dazai changed into his Mafia overalls and went to find Mori Ogai.

Boss Sen greeted her warmly: "Oh, are you here to give me a reward?"

Osamu Dazai chuckled: "The ones offering a reward to me are the five evils of heaven and man, you go ask them for a reward?"

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man and the Yokohama local supernatural beings are old enemies. It is impossible for anyone to give this money to the Yokohama supernatural beings, and they have no plans to take out the 100 billion US dollars at all.

After some discussion, the two happily reached a deal.

Osamu Dazai used Mafia's power to plunder Fyodor's power, and all proceeds belonged to Mafia, ending with a net gain of 100 billion US dollars.During this period, the tasks assigned by him shall not be refused.

In other words, she vented her anger by working for nothing.

Just as Fyodor knew her, she also knew the character and behavior of the other party very well.

Yokohama is such a big place, and that person wants to monitor her closely. Even if every hidden thread is buried well, if she pulls out a thread, it will cost a piece of meat.

After a week of guessing where my stronghold is and guessing how you will destroy my stronghold, the streets of Yokohama have been wiped cleaner, and the nights have become quieter, and the reward on the dark web has finally been revoked.

But the game between her and that person has just begun.

After finishing the task that Mori Ogai had given her, Osamu Dazai rested his hand on Chuya Nakahara's small pink motorcycle, opened a can of beer lazily, and poured it down his throat.

It seems to be drinking the moonlight drunk, but it also seems to regret living another day.

After Chuya Nakahara had someone count the casualties and deal with the follow-up, he originally planned to leave Dazai, who was distracted by all kinds of work during the mission, and get on his car and leave.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw her occupying his car very naturally, drinking leisurely there.

"Get up." He said indifferently.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids to look at him, and said in a surprised tone: "I found that Chuya, you look really childish, you look younger than my 15-year-old junior."

Nakahara Chuya clenched his fists, but looked at the car behind her, and rolled his eyes forbearance: "Are you stupid in reading? I look like 15 years old?"

She shook her head, stretched her waist backwards, and her beautiful long legs looked longer: "None of my 15-year-old schoolmates are shorter than 1.7 meters, and you are not as tall as me, so petite. "

"Tai, Zai, Zhi!"

Chuya Nakahara picked up the car next to him and threw it at Osamu Dazai.

As a result, the man escaped and his car was gone.

Unexpectedly nasty ending.

Osamu Dazai even had the time to bow his head to the group and asked which car it was, Nagasaki Wild Rose replied.

Dazai: [This car has been modified by professionals, it can be driven vertically along the wall from the first floor to the roof.And because its original owner was short, it was adjusted to a height that you can also drive Little Rose. 】

Nazaki: [! ! !Senior help me to ask her, can you lend me a try!In fact, I also want to save money to buy one, but most heavy motorcycles are too tall and not suitable for me. 】

[Unfortunately, he smashed the car just now. 】

Knotweed: [He? 】

Fu Hei: [Senior didn't laugh at the other party's short stature, did he...]

Glancing at the back of someone leaving angrily, Osamu Dazai turned and walked in the opposite direction.

[He is indeed a short and bad-tempered man. When I work with him these days, I have been missing you lovely juniors. 】

Except for Fukuihui, who probably guessed who she was talking about and kept silent, the other two people who had just stepped into the third world thought that Osamu Dazai was just going to Yokohama to hide a bounty and go on a mission by the way. Curiously asked her about Yokohama.

Also asked when she would be back.

[It's almost the end of the month, and I'm about to go back.At that time, I will take you to Ukiyo-e Town for a big meal. 】

The two who didn't know Ukiyo-echo cheered in the group.

Fu Heihui: ...A sober person is the most ridiculous.

After flirting with minors, Osamu Dazai turned into a familiar bar, and saw Sakunosuke Oda writing with a drink in his hand and a notebook under his hands.

Occasionally, she would feel that the current life is not bad, and it is worth nostalgia.

Occasionally, she also wonders why the doted self is so obsessed with death.

But more often than not, she is just being pushed toward what she subconsciously considers to be "right."

Her whole life was nothing but living towards death.

Only when the moment of death is infinitely close can the soul take a breather.

"Ah, is your face hurt?" Oda Sakunosuke put down the pen in his hand and looked over with concern.

Osamu Dazai reached out and touched the gauze under his left eye, the scar underneath had healed in just a week without leaving any traces.

She just put it on habitually, just like the wound on the eye will be entangled every day after the injury is healed.

"It's been hurt for a long time, and you will disappear if you don't ask." She complained about the other party's indifference, sat at the bar, ordered a glass of strong vodka, and then looked at the wine without drinking, "You give me I found a good teacher, and I won’t even let me drink.”

"Mr. Gojo is a very good teacher."

"Did you fall under his spell? You said something so shocking that you laughed. That's a pervert who can sneak up on a schoolgirl's skirt."

Odasaku didn't respond: "It's really a bit of a bad taste. I've been partnering with him on missions this week. I met three times on the string, and nine times on the string. All the strings escaped, and five of the strings died. Just like you mentioned before. In that way, Ghost Dance Tsuji is innocent, and can make strings at will."

"The reason why the ghosts are so low-key is not because they are not strong, but because their immediate boss is an out-and-out coward."

Ghosts are not allowed to mention everything about themselves, ghosts are not allowed to gather, and they may kill their subordinates at any time without reason.All day long in a dark corner thinking about what I can't get.

Although the predecessor was human, I am afraid that he has been extremely evil since the human period.

Su Nuo on both sides is cuter than him.

She is simply the best candidate to go to hell, maybe she can be taken to hell with her.

"The time will be chosen on the day of the new moon." Feeling excited and happy in his heart, Osamu Dazai took a sip of the wine on the table and walked out.

When passing by a man in a black windbreaker and black top hat with long flowing light golden hair, she said with a drunken smile, "Thank you for the medicine, sir."

The man was startled, and immediately planned to draw his gun.

Oda Sakunosuke, who had foreseen his movements, grabbed the gun and started fighting.

Osamu Dazai, who ran away in disorder, finally fell down in the park, the nerves all over his body were clamoring for pain, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

She is very resistant to drugs, especially poisons, so it has been a long time since she considered suicide by taking poison.

The man found the treasure.

Speaking of which, although the moon is waning tonight, it is unexpectedly bright.

With her eyes closed, she didn't know whether what was waiting for her was the death she expected, or the sunrise she didn't expect.