Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

After Osamu Dazai finished that sentence, the scene fell into a terrible silence. Fukiishi, who has always been articulate, rarely had nothing to say.

She first glanced wordlessly at the other people whose jaws were about to drop, and then fixed her gaze on Osamu Dazai.

Chuishi said dryly, "I'm still underage."

Osamu Dazai continued affectionately: "I remember correctly, Japanese legal women can get married at the age of sixteen."

Fukiishi: "Your attachment to me is not what I think, is it?"

Of course Osamu Dazai will not miss her intention to change the subject deliberately, but she is worthy of praise for her ability to quickly explore her purpose.

"That's it." So he replied in the least bit of truth, and nodded in a serious manner, his soft curly hair made that hippie smiling face particularly unbearable.

Blowing Stone stared at him silently, then nodded as if he understood something, followed his thoughts, and slapped him with a slap.

"Do you think of me as a god of death?"

Accompanied by an angry reprimand, Osamu Dazai crouched in a corner covering his slapped face, while Fukiishi and Misaka Mikoto found a nearby hotel that did not require an ID card and checked in.

It is worth mentioning that this location was provided by Osamu Dazai, and the nearby routes can be described as extending in all directions. There is an armed detective agency two streets away in front, and the port mafia branch in the next street behind.

If it wasn't for his poor character, Fukiishi would really like to praise Dazai Osamu's vision.

Sitting on the bed in the hotel, Misaka Mikoto said worriedly: "Fukiishi, is there any problem?" The person who helped them looked unreliable.

When Fuishi heard this, his expression visibly changed from dumbfounded to smirking.

"Hahaha……"

"Blowing Rock!"

Fukiishi repeatedly waved his hands to appease the angry Misaka Mikoto: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, but... haha... Don't worry, that person is not very pleasing to the eye, but his ability is one of the best. The president of the detective agency will recommend him. strangeness."

Seeing Misaka Mikoto's puzzled expression, Fukiishi thought for a while, took out his phone and tuned to the map picture.

"Is it very clear?"

Misaka Mikoto thought that the main points were marked everywhere, even the inspection route, guards, and shift change time were specially marked, which can be said to be appropriate without any shortcomings, so she nodded, "Yes".

"That's it," Fukiishi sat beside her with slumped shoulders, "As far as I know, the time for the port mafia to move its headquarters is too short for most people to react, but the map that Osamu Dazai gave us is so rich that only There are two possibilities. One is that he has deliberately investigated the arrangement of the branch before the accident at the mafia headquarters, and he may have done a field inspection. The other shows that he has the ability and strength to control the port mafia in a very short period of time. No matter from the perspective of the former or the latter, having such a 'companion' will only reassure us."

Misaka Mikoto: "Ah! If you say that, Mr. Dazai is very reliable?"

Chuishi glanced at her silently, and scratched his finger on her hat, and there was just a patch-like thing on his hand.

"Mr. Dazai, are you happy listening?"

Osamu Dazai, who listened to the entire conversation through the monitor, smiled lazily on the sofa. His fair skin had a frail temperament, and his deep eyes gave him a dark temperament that could not see the light. The noble son in the rainy season, but most of the time he is just neurotic.

"Miss Fukiishi."

He muttered vaguely, turned around, and pressed the earphone to listen to what the other side would say after discovering his actions.

On the other side, Fukiishi held the monitor and curled his lips, "Put the monitor on the flustered Mikoto while shaking hands, it's really wicked, but this time forget it, isn't it enough that you want to monitor me? As an apology , I’ll destroy this, and if you want to listen to the lady’s conversation again, please participate yourself, Mr. Stalker.” After finishing speaking, he threw the monitor into the glass of water on the table with a blank expression, which seemed to be Something left by a previous guest.

Misaka Mikoto: "Fukiishi? He was listening to us just now?"

"Well," Misaka Mikoto couldn't understand Fukiishi's calm appearance, but Fukiishi was far more mature than her, "We're going to start activities at night, since he doesn't plan to mix with us, then the necessary means to grasp the status quo It must be there."

Misaka Mikoto: "But what did you say he wanted to spy on you?" I didn't miss what you just said!

Facing Misaka Mikoto's reluctance, Fukiishi had a headache, "It should be the delicate fate between me and him... Okay, okay! I said that's it, that guy proposed to me, right?"

Misaka Mikoto nodded, she was shocked when he proposed!

Fuishi smiled helplessly, "He is serious."

"..." Misaka Mikoto: "!!!!!!"

Fukiishi: "Calm down! There's no other meaning. That guy saw what he wanted to see from me, so he didn't hesitate to resort to marriage. Didn't you see that he begged you for the first time?" Die for love? That’s a guy who lacks love and calcium and doesn’t insist on taking medicine, so generally ignoring his words is the best choice.”

Misaka Mikoto said angrily, "Why didn't anyone send him to a mental hospital?"

Fukiishi actually considered Mikoto's angry words seriously, and gave an answer that he thought was a joke.

"Maybe it's because of the face?"

Then both of them fell silent.

When it comes to Osamu Dazai's face, no one can say that he is not good-looking. Although it is weird to love to wear bandages, but also because of this, the paranoid of morbid literary style seems to cover the whole body all the time. Being dragged into his world and plummeting into the abyss.

Osamu Dazai belongs to the kind of alien who stares at the abyss and is also stared at by the abyss. He can be easily loved by others, and he can easily lose his love. He is as fragile as crystal, but his essence is like glass, which makes people feel painful.

This kind of weirdo, who didn't have a good face, was beaten to death long ago, how could he be given a chance to stir up trouble!

Thinking they figured out the real reason why Dazai Osamu was not killed so far, Fukiishi and Mikoto were not very happy.

Don't want to know that the popularity of neuropathy is an element, okay?

Folding his arms and shaking his shoulders, Fukiishi hugged Mikoto and decided to have a good night's sleep, tonight was going to be all night.

However, the sticker-shaped monitor glued to the cuff of the birth is faithfully playing its role. Kunikida, as the mother-type Dazai's partner, is surprised to find that his bandage-wasting machine, which does not cause trouble and feels uncomfortable, is actually holding a piece of The little mirror keeps observing his face, forgive him for not being able to think of a reason for Dazai Osamu to look in the mirror, as a man, he shouldn't care too much about his face!

Osamu Dazai: "Kunikida."

Kunikida immediately became vigilant, "What are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, "If I wasn't with this face, would you want to kill me?"

Kunikida, who thinks he looks at people but not faces, found sadly that if Osamu Dazai didn't have this face, he might have killed him when he used his wallet to pay the bill countless times.

Osamu Dazai, who got the answer from his silent expression, sighed, "Let me just say, this is an era that depends on faces."

"Why don't you die!"

Kunikida is still crumbling today.

The sky over Yokohama at night is silently shrouded by stars. This city, which still has a peaceful atmosphere during the day, is like a flirtatious beauty wearing black gauze and lipstick, showing off her dangerous style unscrupulously.The Yokohama specialty port mafia branch is still like a scenic spot, attracting many thrill-seekers to come nearby to observe the existence of these gangsters.

With these people in front of them, it didn't seem strange at all that two girls, Fukiishi and Misaka Mikoto, mixed in.

According to the information provided by Osamu Dazai in advance, Fukiishi and Mikoto went deep into the branch without much risk. The decoration style is like that of an old gentleman in the [-]th century. There are magnificent gilt paulownia furniture everywhere, and occasionally pass by them. The lower-level staff reminded them of the danger here all the time, so that the two of them would not be distracted as if they had strayed into a foreign museum.

Reaching out and making a few gestures, Mikoto nodded to show that she understood, while Fuishi stepped vigilantly like musical notes, precisely avoiding places that the camera might capture.

Osamu Dazai, who communicated through the headset, was sitting lazily cross-legged at his desk as always, while a high-end laptop on the opposite side showed his presence arrogantly.

Dazai Osamu, a good partner of the new century, didn't feel guilty about such things as pitting Kunikida's half-year salary. His eyes stopped on the two red dots that were constantly moving on the screen without blinking, and he gave instructions twice from time to time, making it easy No way.

After Fuishi picked the door lock again according to the method he provided, she couldn't help thinking: "It seems that he is indeed a person who can do meticulous work."

As for Osamu Dazai, he seemed to feel something in his heart, and his tone became ambiguous due to the soft voice, and he said next to her ear: "My hands are very dexterous.~"

"..."

I really don't want to know what you mean by dexterity!

Fuishishi pushed open the last door that could be resolved peacefully, and after that, there were houses with no dead ends. As long as he took this step, he would collide head-on with the strongest force of the port mafia. The stairs at the end stretched straight into the darkness, and there seemed to be a monster with a wide mouth in the depths, licking its mouth greedily.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

As if aware of Fukiishi's worries, Dazai's voice was laziness but eerily full of earnestness.

Just realizing this, Fuishi rolled his eyes, had he met fewer Shura field than anyone else here?How did you forget the feel of swinging a knife after returning to modern times in such a short time?

But no matter what, Dazai Osamu can always say some reassuring words immediately, and his impression is slightly lifted.

"Mr. Dazai."

Squinting his eyes, Osamu Dazai listened to the voice coming from the earphone, and replied casually, "Huh?"

Fuishi chuckled lightly: "Would you like to make a bet?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and straightened his sitting posture slightly.

"What bet?"

Fukiishi said jokingly, "I will definitely fulfill Mikoto's wish, and I will definitely return safely. When I propose to Mr. Dazai, you must answer me seriously."

The voice reached Osamu Dazai's ears without hindrance, his eyes widened unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth were somehow shallower and more real. The next words seemed to float to the other side of Fukishi instead of passing through the tip of his tongue touching his lips and teeth. sound volume.

"So this is who loses and who wins?"

Fuishi took the first step towards the darkness steadily, and said with a low smile, "Isn't it good that there are no losers?"

The author has something to say:

I still don’t write about small theaters anymore, I always feel that if I write about them, it’s Shura Theater.

The best in the audience today, Mr. Dazai!