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Gojo Wujo thought to himself what the hell was going on.

At first glance, he thought that Osamu Dazai was some kind of wanted fugitive, and then he saw that these black suits didn't look like policemen, and he suddenly remembered that Osamu Dazai was talking about the Inukinesu and Tatsuzaki-gumi...?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru cracked a little.

Are you serious?

When he was young, he also joined a certain group with Xia Youjie because of a few movies... Anyway, what kind of group is it? The suits are obviously different, but they really have the attitude of a criminal group... a violent organization like in the movie. Gojo Satoru was thinking wildly, but at the same time he had to face the fact that he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

A city that can drive unscrupulously with a gun at a bustling intersection to pick up people is nothing more than a few possibilities.

First, he traveled back decades, and second, he was in Gotham City.

Third... the environment he is in is completely different from his previous ones. The government's positioning, historical legacy, or the need for the existence of gray areas in this place.The organization in front of him might already have the support of the government. Thinking about Dazai Osamu's blank background check before, Gojo Satoru suddenly had a bunch of strange things that started from another world popped up in his head, and his expression became more and more cracked.

In the next second, the shop at the corner of the intersection suddenly exploded, flames shot into the sky, broken glass flew everywhere, and the transparent glass window was smashed to pieces by two black cars one after another. There was a police car, and before it entered the alleyway, there was a loud bang and bricks and stones splashed everywhere. The group of people pushed the butts of their guns and loaded them, half of them aimed at the explosion site and half of them aimed at the police car.

Black smoke billows.

Gojo Satoru: ... Hiss.

Could it be that I'm really in Gotham?

He had a vague toothache, pinched the bridge of his nose in a complicated mood, then raised his eyelids and continued to look. The door of the police car was opened angrily. A middle-aged man and three young men looked around for a week and saw Osamu Dazai , the leading middle-aged man was startled for a moment, and then his face suddenly darkened.

Osamu Dazai, who was regarded as a thorn in his side, casually rolled his eyelids, then lowered his body and got into the back seat of the black Lamborghini, as if this kind of scene made him raise his eyebrows, and was about to close the door when suddenly There was a voice.

"Since you appeared here - you participated in this matter?" The middle-aged man looked like he wanted a bullet to send this man away.

"I just paid my taxes this month."

Gojo Satoru: ...

He was trying his best to ignore the fact that Osamu Dazai was really not a good thing.

"Officer Yamazaki." Dazai Osamu looked at the person from head to toe without emotion, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I haven't congratulated you on your promotion yet, Police Officer Yamazaki, but you just made very excessive accusations against me, right? "

Only then did Gojo Satoru turn his attention to the middle-aged man's badge.

— Yokohama Metropolitan Police Department.

Gojo Satoru: ...

[This is Yokohama——? ]

No, where the hell is Yokohama like this?He has also been to Yokohama before, it is a nice tourist city, very modern, but the scenery around him is obviously wrong, red bricks and white walls, and some telephone poles, it is too retro.

Yamazakihara stared at him with vulture-like gloomy eyes: "The dead at the scene of the explosion just now are our very important witnesses."

Osamu Dazai tapped the button of the central hand rest with his fingertips, took out a cigarette, lighted it with the lighter unhurriedly, knocked the cigarette on the crystal ashtray, and then said slowly: "Mr. , I will of course cooperate with the police in all work."

He took out a business card from the drawer and handed it out with two fingers between the car window: "Contact this number, he is Mr. Sen's lawyer."

A set of moves that is familiar and jerk, but also damn beautiful.

Osamu Dazai's hand stayed in the air for a long time, but he didn't see the other party to pick it up. He was not embarrassed. He withdrew his hand and smiled at the corner of his lips: "Or I will give you the contact information of Mori Co., Ltd.'s legal affairs. If there is nothing else, I will I'm leaving."

"Sen Corporation?"

"Why don't we go to those five buildings and have a look with our own eyes?" Yamazakihara paused, "The youngest cadre of the port mafia?"

"...officer?" The young policeman behind Yamazakihara took a step back, and the barrel of the gun clicked to be loaded, and the expression of panic was beyond words. , members of the port mafia in black suits also raised their guns one after another, the two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere froze to freezing point for a while.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He closed his eyes, put his palms on his forehead, and repeated in a murmur: "The port mafia... the youngest cadre?"

Okay Dazai Osamu, he thought, why not go to the Mafia?Why don't you do something else?At this age, if you don't go to school and do these messes, if you really have such free time, why don't you work in a convenience store?

If I knew it, I should have thrown this guy to the police.

Osamu Dazai turned his face coldly. This person looked unpredictable, but in fact his head was so painful that it was about to explode, and when he remembered that he would deal with Mori Ogai, his headache level rose to another level. Yokohama was rainy. While I was talking, it was already raining, the sky was gray, and the coat made of fine wool was saturated with water, making it heavy and cold.

"Let's talk about it after you receive the permission from your boss." He said casually, then turned to tell the driver, "Drive."

"I'll find it sooner or later." Yamazakihara stared at the people in the back seat and said, loudly and decisively, but Dazai Osamu fell silent after hearing it, stared at him for a while, with the same expression as usual, and pretended to pull the corners of his lips.

"Looking for what?"

He let out a muffled laugh, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray: "Looking for death?"

On the way to the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai put a laptop on his lap, tapping the keyboard with his fingers quickly, as if without thinking at all. The place where they got on the bus was in the easternmost part of Yokohama, next to the slums, and drove to the city for about It took half an hour, and after he knocked for about 10 minutes, his fingers stopped suddenly, and with a dark face, he went to pull the prison gate in his pocket.

Gojo Satoru didn't do it on purpose this time, he was trying to break the seal, which inevitably created some noise, but after he was pinched a few times by Osamu Dazai, it aroused his unhappiness. Simple, let him toss about it casually, but it looks like a demented tentacle cube on the outside.

The bandage on Osamu Dazai’s arm had been used up before, and his palm was covered with sticky things. This extrahuman touch made him even more unhappy. The driver caught a glimpse of his face from the rearview mirror and was frightened. Need to drive the car a little more smoothly.

After making some trade-offs briefly, he tugged on his jacket, pressed the prison door with one hand, and typed the keyboard with the other. When he reached the bottom of the black building, he just finished typing, took out the memory and inserted it into the data port, and the screen flickered. Flash, the virus directly destroyed the hard disk.

The presence of the tentacles wrapped around his body was so great that he could not ignore it. Osamu Dazai raised his hand and pressed the elevator control button, but he did not go directly to see Mori Ogai. When he was one floor away from the top floor, the elevator door opened automatically. In his own cadre's office, he grasped the carved copper doorknob familiarly, pointed his pupils at the recognizer, beep—Gojo Satoru frowned.

It's empty.

The huge room only has some daily necessities. The decoration of the room is very luxurious European decoration, which is incompatible with the pitiful furniture. There is a light mark on the flat bed, which has fallen a little dust. The owner doesn't care about his living environment at all.

Osamu Dazai grabbed one of his wrists with an unfriendly expression, threw the prison gate to the ground, stepped on it, and rubbed it hard with the sole of his shoe. After being roughly treated by him, the thing behaved a lot, and the man stopped in place After a while, I didn't know what to think, walked near the white wall, lifted the carpet, and scratched the gap between the floor tiles with a metal piece.

A piece of the wall suddenly protruded, and then retreated to both sides like an automatic door, revealing a shelf displaying many sundries. He went along and counted to the third row, and took out a shiny silver safe.

Osamu Dazai was about to throw the prison gate in, but with a thought, he closed the door of the safe again, bent down and opened the drawer, and stuffed the prison gate in. The chain was not on, so he took out a watch and put it on. Wrist, turned and walked into the bathroom, fingertips carelessly brushing the side of the dial.

The tiny camera installed in the room, the needle-sized lens suddenly lit up.

Gojo Satoru's field of vision was suddenly pitch black.

He grinded his back molars, and simply resigned himself to fate, allowing the prison gate to struggle on its own.

Osamu Dazai stared at the monitor screen while drenched in hot water, his expression was a little delicate, the drawer door was pulled open, and some tentacles slowly protruded from the crimson prison door, each tentacle was covered with suction cups, stupid Damn, I only know how to get under the table instinctively, from this angle, there are still some weird cuteness.

It also moves slowly, not as agile as molluscs should be.

While observing, Osamu Dazai rewrapped the bandages on his body. He fastened two shirt buttons, and when he bent over to button the shirt clips, he accidentally tore off one of the thin straps of the shirt clips, which was tightly fastened to his thighs. The elastic on the side was broken suddenly, and it hung loosely on the body.

He picked up the shirt clip in disbelief, looked at it, threw it aside, and walked barefoot to the cloakroom.

[According to the current time...]

The cloakroom is tidy and organized into different categories. Dim yellow lights are shining vertically. On the right are all black coats and suit jackets, and in the middle are shirts and vests. Putting it in a black flannel box, he absently rummaged through it to find one, and tied it to his leg. Because he was distracted, he didn't notice that a tentacle quietly squeezed in through the crack of the cloakroom door, and gradually pulled it from flat to round. long--

Gojo Satoru sighed, and tried to pry open the door. He heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom outside before, and Dazai Osamu's expression of entering the water kept appearing in his mind uncontrollably. He couldn't bear to stay outside. I'm always worried that this person will kill himself by lying in the bathtub without saying a word.

When he opened the door and raised his eyes casually, he suddenly froze in place.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and put on his tie in front of the round half-length mirror. He had just circled his fingers when he suddenly noticed something sticky and sticky around his ankle. He lowered his head and saw crimson tentacles running along his ankle. Turning around his knees, he was stunned for a few seconds, bent down, grabbed one of the tentacles hesitantly, and lifted it up vigorously.

"—Boom."

Where the wrists and feet were covered, the originally pale skin was covered with light and dense red marks. Osamu Dazai rubbed it with his fingers, stood up, and then rubbed the mucus on his fingertips.

He blinked subtly and playfully.