God of nature draws his sword

No matter how you look at this thing, it doesn't go well with a coffee shop, but the awkward atmosphere caused by being interrupted by Toru Amuro several times made Lin Xuanyi have to say something.

"Would you like a drink?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Hearing this meaning, Officer Lin seemed not to continue the embarrassing topic just now. He was fascinated by the ice ball that was slightly moving in the glass due to melting.

The ear was not like his own, it was so hot that it seemed to have been baked in the oven with the mackerel on the dinner plate.

He came to the appointment with the intention of carrying out the mission. It is reasonable to say that he should not drink alcohol, but he must cool down and calm down.After the experience just now, he felt that he was not sitting on a chair, but on a red-hot iron plate.

"Please come a little, thank you."

The cold whiskey slid down the throat, and Nakahara also calmed down a little.

The salt-baked mackerel on the plate was poked at some point until nothing remained but the skeleton, and when I came to my senses, there was not even a single piece of rice left in the porcelain bowl.

After all, the combination of whiskey and Japanese light food is too casual. I have never seen such a bold cafe, even a traditional tea shop would not come up with such a menu.

It can only be said that Officer Lin is a bold and skilled person.

"Welcome--" Toru Amuro's voice was synchronized with Poirot's doorbell. Taking advantage of the waiter's waiting for customers, Nakahara Chuya hurriedly said, "Did Chief Fukuji come to see you yesterday?"

Lin Xuanyi was taken aback, "Yes."

"Actually, I..." Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed a little embarrassed to express his desire to collect Lin Xuanyi's blood. Should he tell Police Officer Lin that after he smelled the other party's blood, he couldn't forget it?

No matter how he phrased it, it sounded abrupt, and if he was a little more open-minded, he would think that he was taking the opportunity to invite the other party to do something... something that could not be said.

"Is there anything you want?" Lin Xuanyi leaned his body back and leaned gently on the back of the chair. The boy in front of him blushed abnormally. Could it be that he had drunk too much wine?

"I want Officer Lin..." Nakahara Chuya's ears were red like blood, "You..." blood...

"Wow~ Slug, you are quite ambitious!" Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of Poirot, ignored the strange eyes of the customers, and went straight to the positions of Lin Xuanyi and Nakahara Chuya.

"Let me tell you... no, yes, yes! Lin Xuanyi had agreed with me long ago to die together at the end—"

Osamu Dazai's voice stopped abruptly, and he fixed his gaze on the table.

On the plate lay two mackerel whose bellies had been smashed, leaving only one spine.

He turned to look at Lin Xuanyi, who looked at him with inexplicable eyes.

I'm afraid not only don't know the meaning of mackerel, but even forget who he is!

"Have you forgotten?" Osamu Dazai asked loudly, "Or are you going to pretend you don't know me?"

The man with iris-colored hair actually started to sob inside the store, "Woo...have you forgotten about the boy who was rescued by the seaside in Yokohama?"

What?who?where?when?

In terms of saving people, he has indeed saved a lot of people, but he only came to this world!

Dazai Osamu showed a sad expression at the right time, "Xuanichi, that day...we were so honest."

Lin Xuan twitched his forehead, this line seemed...a bit familiar?

"Are you trying to take advantage of me..." Osamu Dazai hesitated to speak, and raised his hand to pour himself a glass of bourbon.

Dude, exactly the same.

As soon as Lin Xuan looked at Osamu Dazai, he just drank from his own cup. The memory hadn't come yet, and the world consciousness didn't know where to fish. Now that the specific situation is unclear, it is the best choice to stay the same and respond to all changes.

If he remembers correctly, the next line is——

"That day, you..." Osamu Dazai looked at Lin Xuan's gloomy expression, and turned a corner when he reached the point of his mouth, "...I was in so much pain."

Nakahara Chuya's expression changed, and he looked at Osamu Dazai in shock.

There was no sound in Café Poirot, and the only customer forgot to eat the pasta that had already been rolled, and stared blankly in this direction.

I saw the young man with iris-colored hair sobbing extremely loudly, spread out on the spare chair next to the dining cone, and lamented: "I should have had a dreamlike night, but why did things turn out like this? ?”

Zhong Yuanzhong was also laughed at by his performance. He turned over the hat that he temporarily took off for eating, and as expected, he found a bug stuck to the inner suture.

"Too-zai-"

Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear, approached Lin Xuanyi, and complained aggrievedly, "Last time I deliberately pretended not to know you, but how could you not know me?"

Lin Xuanyi thought it was very funny, and chuckled lightly and said, "Last time you invited the girl you met for the first time to die in love."

"I did it to attract your attention!" Dazai said confidently.

"No, you were just doing business at that time." Lin Xuan pointed out, no matter whether what Dazai Osamu said about saving him was true or not, Dazai Osamu was indeed just performing a mission to inform him that Fukuzawa Yukichi would come to visit information.

Osamu Dazai restrained the exaggerated expression on his face, "Really, it's boring."

"Finished?" Zhong Yuanzhong also threw out the crushed bug.

The bug rushed towards Osamu Dazai with a swift sound of wind, but he dodged it with a tilt of his head.

"Qi." Nakahara Zhong also stood up, "Since when did you eavesdrop?"

"Ah... let me think about it." Osamu Dazai nodded his chin, and managed to tell the time, "It was the time when Police Officer Lin said to you: 'Take off your clothes'?"

It's news about Renhu.

Lin Xuanyi and Zhongyuan Zhong also thought in unison, no wonder the Armed Detective Agency was the first to find Renhu. It turned out that someone among them had already been eyeing him.

"I said Officer Hayashi, after you resigned, you really don't care who is around you." Osamu Dazai gave Amuro a meaningful look, "This, that, they all approached you for other purposes. oh."

Don't have a plan?

What does he have to gain? In terms of money, these mafia are not richer than him, the coffee shop owner?

"Don't talk about this bottle of whiskey." Osamu Dazai flicked the glass with his fingertips, and the empty wine glass made a crisp sound of "ding".

He lowered his voice, meaning, "The port's gravity master came today to collect your blood."

"Dazai!" Nakahara Chu also wished he could throw the mackerel on the floor three times back and forth.

Today is doomed to return without success.

While everyone was not paying attention, Osamu Dazai suddenly approached Lin Xuanyi, and said quickly in a breathy voice: "I really can't forget the night when I was 15 years old, but Officer Lin, I'm afraid you really forgot."