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

"Cheating."

The side face supported by the back of the hand moved twice, and his lips opened and closed to spit out such a sentence, Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a good mood and raised the corners of his mouth.

The few people coming and going in the detective agency beside him couldn't help casting their eyes on him. Judging from their expressions, I'm afraid there must be a big change in their hearts.

"What's going on? He won't be really in love, will he?"

Among the people who sneaked together for a small meeting, Dazai Osamu's partner Kunikida was the first to object, and his reasons were well-founded.

Which Dazai is that!

Yosano Akiko, who was slightly interested in this, raised her rosy lips, and said gloatingly, "Even Dazai has human emotions. Anyway, when I dissected him, the parts were all human."

Atsushi Nakajima, as a member brought by Dazai, did not know how to intervene between several big brothers, but he couldn't help being surprised when he heard what Yosano Akiko said: "Did Miss Akiko ever do anything to Mr. Dazai?"

Kunikida was expressionless: "Listening to her nonsense, Dazai never touched a finger by her."

Yosano Akiko curled her lips unwillingly: "Tch!"

"Let's go back to the premise," knocking on the table, who has an advantage in gossip, and the only member Naomi Tanizaki pulls back to the crooked building, "Does any of you know the relationship between Ms. Fukiishi and Mr. Dazai? Just Mr. Dazai's reaction , I absolutely can't believe it's the first time they've met!"

This is strongly supported by Edogawa Ranpo, the only ordinary person in the detective agency. With his super high reasoning ability, he overwhelmed a group of people with different abilities. With his eyesight, he can easily identify the origins of Fukiishi and others. Seven or eight, among which the second and third floors are "special circumstances" that have always been the natural enemy of detectives.At least Luanbu couldn't figure out how an ordinary girl could become as powerful as a master of swordsmanship for many years overnight.

"It's the first time a girl meets Osamu Dazai, but Dazai is not sure."

Kunikida said in astonishment: "It's rare that you can say the word not sure."

"Understood, I am the highest in terms of IQ, that's right," Edogawa Ranpo said unexpectedly accurately with a lollipop in his mouth. It's Dazai, he has explored people's hearts so thoroughly that I have nowhere to start."

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly came to such an evaluation." Atsushi Nakajima's stunned emotions almost poured out, "I thought everyone still trusted Mr. Dazai..."

"Who would trust him?" XN.

The neat voices came from several people, and Atsushi Nakajima shrank and said, "Is this so?"

Yoshino Akiko covered her head, and replied awkwardly: "But sometimes it is quite reliable, no, no matter how you say he is reliable, it feels disgusting!"

Kunikida was expressionless: "It doesn't matter what that guy is, the problem is mainly with Fukishi Nono."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Yes, I'm sorry! But what does this have to do with Ms. Fukiishi?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned by the glances of the others.

After Kunikida made eye contact with Yosano Akiko, he clicked his tongue with Yosano Akiko: "How should I put it, some time ago, Dazai specially investigated this little girl."

Kunikida added: "It's still my help."

and so……

"Dazai doesn't really want to shoot at minors, does he?"

Everyone present was lost in thought.

"Ah!"

Mr. Dazai in the Armed Detective Agency upstairs has long been distrusted by his colleagues for his integrity, but he still sneezed sharply and murmured to himself: "Is anyone speaking ill of me? Forget it, the problem now is Fukiishi Miss there."

"Yeah, did you meet the dwarf?" Osamu Dazai, who crossed his hands under his chin and watched the red dot and blue dot meet, smiled and said, "Little girl, do you have the luck to survive and fulfill your promise?"

You must know that because of cowardice, you avoid life, and because you don't resist, you give birth to pride in the darkest sinking. Because of pride, you don't choose life, so you reject crude optimism. That's you.

Fuishi Nuonuo's short 16-year life is like fragments of glass laid on cotton. It is so broken that it can never be put together again. If you touch it with bare hands, it will cut you, but someone can hug it without hurting yourself.

This is the happiness that cowards must never touch, so they are willing to live and die.

Fukiishi, who sideways avoided Zhongyuan Zhong's extremely powerful blow, had no idea that there were people making such evaluations behind her back. She only had one thought when facing a strong enemy.

It was really a game of dead chess.

Bend your legs, make the posture that is the easiest to attack and dodge, and subconsciously fish down with your palms, as if holding a knife.

Japan doesn't always like to mix the words sword and sword, but the gesture she made at this time is right sword.

Facing the heavyweight superpowers in the port mafia, Nakahara Chuya, the youngest cadre other than Osamu Dazai, who single-handedly put down the rebellion in the West, this guy's strength is clearly not inferior to Osamu Dazai.

He raised his head and met those ice-blue eyes. If there was any real coercion, it was like the roar of a revived lion that announced the boundaries of the territory, and he was the poor intruder who challenged authority.

"Not good."

As soon as this thought came to mind, the short figure in the overcoat was approaching at a speed that people couldn't even react to. Fuishi only had time to reach out to block the kick that pierced through the air, and the blasted air blasted her away. Short hair, without the splendor of embroidered legs, only the word "heavy" can describe the physical skills used by gravity-powered users.

Kicked out without any accident, Fuishi let out his strength in mid-air, stepped on the roof and landed quickly, turned his head again, and hit the same heavy fist at the position where her head was just now, and the subsequent offensive was dizzying.

At this moment, Fuishi's only thing to be thankful for was to ask Miqin to quickly bring the person out, and she couldn't help at all if she stayed here.

"I read you right, you do have this quality."

Fukiishi, who was scarred and cornered, obviously made the other party think that there was room for conversation, Nakahara Nakaya stood indifferently not far in front of her, and stretched out a hand, "Although I don't know why you want to break into the headquarters, But I also know that there must be someone behind you. Which party sent you here?"

Fuishi, who did not gain the upper hand in this battle, had many small wounds on her face, raised her hand to wipe off the oozing blood, and there was a red spot in the center of her thumb, she could still laugh at this moment.

"Would it be more convincing if I said it was Osamu Dazai?"

Central Plains' eyes sank.

Taking this opportunity, Fukiishi gritted his teeth and made up his mind. His fingers seemed to break through another space, and he pulled out a white Japanese sword from the void.

The scabbard is full of detailed lines carefully crafted by craftsmen, and the delicate gold chain hanging from the sheath makes an inaudible sound in the air. When the knife is drawn out, there seems to be the moment of amazement at the moment when the white crane spreads its wings. , The rustling snowflakes combined with the elegance of Heian-kyo melted into the cold light that flashed by the blade, reflecting the eyebrows and eyes of the knife-wielding man.

At this moment, the sharpness in Fuishi's eyes suddenly broke through the ordinary appearance, clearly showing her side as a swordsman.

"This is..." This change was huge, and Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step back in amazement, his breath was no longer scattered, and he even showed caution in dealing with powerful enemies.

Of course, he was more surprised that the blowing stone he met a while ago had no such change in momentum.

However, before he could think further, the snow-like light of the sword occupied his field of vision. The girl Blowing Stone seemed to be a different person as soon as she picked up the sword. But extremely obvious.

Have you ever seen the demeanor of a famous knife out of its sheath?

The sharp edge that seems to be able to tear apart the eyeballs, does not know how to restrain itself, and has the powerful courage to tear everything into pieces.

Bitter and bright, like a ball of light suddenly exploded.

Fuishi seemed to be like this at this time, brushing off the appearance all the time, and the inside revealed is so amazing.

Armed with a sword known as Tsurumaru Kuninaga, she looks like she's about to break through the mountain that stands in front of her, fearless of any obstacle.

Zhongyuan Zhong also found out with disgust that he was actually that mountain in front of her, that obstacle.

"Let me see why that bastard Dazai asked you to come here!"

Serious supernatural power users are terrifying, not to mention how the gravity attribute attached to his supernatural power restrains speed-type swordsmen like Fukiishi.It only needs to spread about ten times the gravity around it, and no matter how fast the knife is, it can turn into a slow snail, and to defeat him, the only way to break through the barrier of ten times the gravity is.

Chuya Nakahara, who changed his fierce offensive posture to defensive, never thought that his actions were in line with Osamu Dazai's expectations.

Osamu Dazai, who conveyed his voice to the girl through the earphones, said: "You just need to react faster than his consciousness, and you will win."

The man on the other end of the phone whispered seductively like a demon.

Is this his tip?

Grasping the momentary deviation before the gravity increased again, Fuishi rushed straight there without hesitation. The light knife light was not much heavier than a falling feather, but this speed was unmatched by anyone in the world.

I don't know if it was the long-lost battle that stimulated the blade covered in murderous aura, Tsurumaru Kuninaga let out a pleasant cry, and the ancient famous sword moved spontaneously, once again improving the unrivaled swiftness of the moment the sword was drawn.

"Blade drawing technique—" Fuishi calmly spit out the name of the move, "Crane Snow."

The trajectory of the blade cutting through the air is equivalent to the grace and elegance of the crane falling on the snow, but in this beautiful scenery is the cold murderous intent of the murder weapon.

The author has something to say:

Have you noticed that my update is getting late?I want to explain this point, it’s not that I updated late, it’s that I got up late ==, I didn’t wake up until [-]:[-] today, that’s right ← it was [-]:[-] in the evening, I feel like I’m going to die.

Cough cough, some people say that they don't know the situation on Dazai Osamu's side, and you didn't read the article carefully after seeing it!

Aren't Osamu Dazai's several appearances related to the future diary? !Go review it yourself!