The vest cannot be collapsed

The savior that the system has not waited for is still looking for an open sour plum soup shop.

After Nakajima Atsushi came out of the bar, he deeply felt that he had made a mistake.

It was still dusk when they went in, and now that the small stall selling sour plum soup that had been placed outside after the sun had completely set had already been closed and left, this bustling bar street has begun to show its bustling state at night, and there are many shops. The neon lights at the door were lit up early, and there was a colorful brilliance in the sky where there was still a little sunset after the sun went down.

This area is full of bar streets, and after the small shop selling sour plum soup is gone, there is nothing here that he can drink at his age.

But he remembered when he walked around from behind... It seemed that there were some small carts selling these things by the river.

Atsushi Nakajima changed direction and walked towards the river.

At the same time, Haruki Yoshiyama, who "holds a lot of alcohol", just drank a whole glass of wine amidst the system's horrifying inhalation.

When Atsushi Nakajima walked to the river, the last bit of sunset glow in the sky disappeared, leaving only a line of light-colored clouds in the sky.

Satisfied, Atsushi Nakajima bought a cup of sour plum soup, sat on the bench by the river, and took a deep breath looking at the sky reflected in the river.

He felt that the day passed like a plot.

From the orphan who was kicked out of the orphanage yesterday and wandered around without enough food to become a teenager wearing soft clothes that he had never seen before, it took only one night and one day.

He didn't want to go back for a while. In the soft evening wind, he took another sip of iced sour plum soup. The cold air entered his chaotic brain along the breathing duct, slightly awakening some thoughts buried deep in the cortex. .

He looked at the sky reflected in the flowing river and took another deep breath, giving his oxygen-deprived brain cells ample supply.

Suddenly two legs floated in the dark sky above the river.

Atsushi Nakajima stood up, ready to walk back.

Um?Float over two legs?

He turned around abruptly and looked over, in the slowly flowing river, there were really two vertical legs all the time.

He looked up in horror, and there was really a person hanging on the tree on the other side of the river not far away.

Atsushi Nakajima:!

He didn't have time to think about other things, put the sour plum soup on the ground and jumped into the river.

After some hard work, in short, the hanged gentleman was finally saved by him.

The gentleman who was rescued by him didn't seem to have the joy of surviving the disaster. Instead, he looked around and lay down even more decadently; "Ah... it wasn't the beautiful girl who rescued me."

Said Mr. Strange.

Atsushi Nakajima:?

Then I'll hang it back for you?

Of course he wouldn't say such a thing, in fact, this kind of thought just flashed in his mind for a moment, and then he looked at the gentleman he had just taken down from the tree.

"It seems." Atsushi Nakajima's original words got stuck in his throat, and turned into this sentence instead.

"Like what?" Mr. Strange stood up from the ground and shook his windbreaker.I don't know if his windbreaker is made of some magical material, but under the blowing of the evening wind, it has a face that does not conform to Newton's laws at first glance.

"Like... a person I know." Dun paused, then suddenly said.

He paused for a while, thinking about what to call him. He said that his brother was weird, and he said that he was an adopter. He seemed to have no other words to describe him, so Nakajima Dun had no choice but to choose the vague term of acquaintance.

The strange gentleman in front of him is dressed very much like Haruki Yoshiyama, with the same height, the same style of clothes and the same demeanor.

The moment he was rescued, he was mixed with an indifferent expression, which was not at all like the expression a suicidal person who had just been rescued from a tree should have.

"This is the second time someone has said that I look like a person today." Osamu Dazai squatted down and looked at Xiang Aun after shaking off his windbreaker, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "So the person you are talking about is a person? "

Dun: "...huh?"

"My name is Osamu Dazai," he introduced very familiarly, "I'm looking for beauty..."

His words were interrupted by a muffled sound in the distance.

It is the direction of Bar Street.

Atsushi Nakajima turned around in a hurry, only a wisp of green smoke suddenly appeared from the direction of the bar street, but it was a little far away, and it was not clear which bar had the accident.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't have time to say anything more.He turned around and was about to jump into the river and return to the other side of the river in the direction he swam from.

He had heard that the nights in Yokohama were not peaceful, but it didn't mean that when these things really happened to people close to him, he could maintain the same peace of mind as he had heard the stories before.

Now he is very worried about what will happen to Haruki Jushan, who is still drinking in the bar street. Although he said that he can drink well, he looks very weak and can't fight.

He probably didn't expect that this puff of green smoke might come from #很微，很不可打# in the hands of Jushan Haruki.

Of course, who would have guessed it, anyway the Mafias waiting outside the bar couldn't guess it either.

This pot was firmly pinned on Nakahara Nakaya's head, although what he did to the bar was actually no less than Jushan Haruki.

"Wait a minute." Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed the boy who was about to jump into the river.

His hand was so strong that he staggered the boy.

A few people in black suits ran towards Bar Street just now. If he read correctly, they should be people from Port Mafia.

Is Bar Street a war zone?Port Mafia should have no other actions today.

What happened?Osamu Dazai glanced at a wisp of green smoke in the distance across a river and a few streets.

But in the next ten seconds, no one wearing Port Mafia passed by, and no Port Mafia car drove by.

It is true that if they do not have to go through here to get to Bar Street, they can choose other roads, but this is not in line with the style of Port Mafia.

High mobility, all-roundness, firepower suppression and home field advantage, there is no reason why the follow-up troops did not respond after more than ten seconds of becoming a battle zone here.

Then it's not a fight.

Osamu Dazai ignored the glaring glare at him from the young man who was held by him, and reconsidered.

The past few Mafia didn't look like they had heavy weapons on them, and they didn't even look like they were working hours. Is that a private matter?

He seems to have a suitable candidate for the person who can make these Mafia work so hard in private... and it just so happens that the accident happened in a bar street.

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai yawned uninterestedly, "Stupid drunk slug."

He even got drunk on the bar street.

"Why are you rushing there?" Dazai Osamu, who found out the reason, finally took a look at the boy who was caught by him and couldn't leave, "Go to Bar Street to drink sour plum soup?"

He remembered that when he was on the tree just now, he saw a cup of sour plum soup in his hand.

"I have someone I know there." Nakajima Atsushi was a little anxious.

"Oh, it's okay." Osamu Dazai glanced at the bar street that made a series of strange noises and replied.

It's just stupid slugs demolishing, the subordinates who just got there will evacuate everyone.

"If you're really worried, you can go over there." He propped his chin and pointed to another road different from the way he came. "If you go over there, you can enter Bar Street from the other end."

He is familiar with every street and alley in Yokohama. If that area does not become a war zone, he can get there faster by taking another small road than the road the boy came from.

However, the shortcomings are also obvious. It is a small road, so small that two people need to turn sideways when they meet on a narrow road.

Therefore, it is not an important branch road that deserves more attention in the battle. You only need to send two people to block it at both ends. It is more convenient when the battle is not involved.

Therefore, it is very suitable for standing in the alley and enjoying the exclusive movie viewing seats for one person without interruption.

Osamu Dazai suddenly stood up excitedly: "I want to go too."

Get up close and watch slugs go berserk.

"Ah...?" Nakajima Atsushi made a series of confused voices due to his escaped thinking.

But he didn't care about that much anymore, Jushan Haruki, a fragile Russian young master, was still on the bar street, he was really worried that he would be in danger.

So Atsushi Nakajima quickly ran in the direction pointed by Osamu Dazai.

The sky darkened rapidly, and the clouds in the night sky gradually gathered, clustering around the moon just right, skillfully blocking its half-clear brilliance.

Nakajima Atsushi didn't have time to observe the changes in the sky, he just shuttled quickly in the path.

The road pointed by Osamu Dazai is much more detour than it looks on the surface. The illegal buildings in Yokohama are reflected here to the extreme. Many roads and even normal people with a little physical strength have to work hard to pass.

But Atsushi Nakajima walked on flat ground, and his running speed did not drop at all.

He jumped over a pile of tall debris and turned a corner.

Suddenly, a building that was shorter than the average height of all the surrounding buildings appeared among the illegal buildings blocking this alley. The wind was strong tonight, and the clouds in the sky were gradually blown away. The gap between them sprinkled into the corner he passed by, and the thin figure of the young man suddenly turned into a white tiger as he ran.

Osamu Dazai: wow.

He exaggeratedly sighed.

Immediately, he jumped a few times, relying on his familiarity with the field, he quickly blocked the white tiger's path.

Baihu looked at the person blocking the way in front of him, and let out a low roar.

"Kunikida can't be found now," Osamu Dazai complained in a low voice, "I hope he doesn't come too late."

"Otherwise, I would never walk out of here with such a big person in my arms." He said.

At the bar where Atsushi Nakajima hadn't arrived in time, Haruki Iyama and Nakahara Nakahara, who finished the first stage of drinking madness, were also brewing the second round of outbreaks.

As far as the wine quality is concerned, Jushan Qingshu is actually a little better than Zhongyuan Zhongye, although both of them are not forgiving when they don't use their abilities after drinking.

One is to grab people to tell their stories everywhere and not let them leave without finishing, and the other is to give him a call and he can start cursing at the mobile phone number that has not been dialed.

Looking at it this way, there seems to be no difference in essence.

So after a brief burst of supernatural powers, two people who quickly entered the second stage of drunkenness started a new round of drunken madness in a bar that no longer looked like a bar.

The subordinates who were waiting outside in the Central Plains were obviously very conscientious, and in the spirit of a dead friend who never dies and a poor Taoist, they called a few Mafia to send the drunken Central Plains cadres back together.

But the prerequisite for sending him back was that he was almost drunk.

Apparently this is not the case now.

The other customers who were scared out of the bar immediately dispersed when they saw Mafia's people, leaving only a shivering boss and his employees.

The boss didn't know whether he was worried about himself or the bar, he just listened numbly to the intensifying voice inside, silently calculating his loss in his heart.

Although the Mafias told him that they would compensate him according to the price, he was still very timid as a bar owner.

Finally, the voices in the bar gradually stopped, and several black-clothed subordinates and the boss all heaved a sigh of relief.

It should be over... right?

The subordinate who opened the door looked at the two people who were almost entwined and took a step forward hesitantly.

It was so rare that these two people found two stools that barely fit in this bar where there was nowhere to stay.

Perhaps this place can no longer be called a bar...?

In the gap between a floor of champagne and glass shards, the man in the beige windbreaker who hadn't come out in time was holding the arm of the Central Plains cadre and chanting. When they passed by, he could only hear some vague words in his mouth.

Why do I shed half of Russia's blood, inheritance, three sentences so my grandmother gave me 180w or something.

This man is actually a mixed Russian.

The cadres in black stood in awe.

You can't judge a man by his appearance, really you can't judge a man by his appearance.

No matter how unbeaten he looks on the outside, the blood in his body is still Siberia.

On the other side, Lord Zhongyuan didn't stop talking.

When the Russian mixed-race chanted some sentences about his family background, the Central Plains cadre who was grabbed by his arm seemed to be listening very seriously, nodding from time to time, and making an impassioned sound of approval.

Yes, that's right, mackerel is indeed an asshole, I'll call later!

Are you talking about one thing...?The subordinate thought hard for a while.

It seems that these two people seem to be talking to each other, but they get along very harmoniously. The two sing together. If you don't listen to what they are saying, they seem to have a tacit understanding.

outrageous.

The two of them couldn't catch up with each other, and they had a good chat.

The champagne had just been smashed to the ground by half of the hair, and the subordinates went to the bar only to find that the floor was now full of spilled champagne and broken glass, and the smell of wine mixed with dust swept towards everyone. Filled the air in the bar with a thick smell of alcohol.

But this is not the kind of strong and boring wine smell, on the contrary, the taste of many champagnes is mixed together, except for some too strong alcohol flavor, it still smells good.

He instinctively felt something was wrong.

This pile of wine has been sprinkled like this and the smell is not too bad...The price...

Forget it, let's first consider how to bring the Central Plains cadres back.

He looked at the two who were still communicating with each other, and immediately called other people to take the Central Plains cadres back together.

Otherwise, with such a strong alcohol in the air, there is no guarantee that he will not get drunk again,

The subordinates looked at the drunken two people who had nowhere to start.

...But the problem is, he doesn't seem to be able to separate these two people now.

Having the same headache as him was Kunikida Doppo in the alley not far away.

Osamu Dazai, who commissioned the investigation and was half missing, suddenly sent him a message, and the location was actually in the middle of a mess of buildings. He walked around for a long time before finding this unremarkable alley, and went wrong in the alley again. After three or four rounds, they successfully arrived at the place marked by Osamu Dazai.

But who can tell him what it is?

Osamu Dazai leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, and a white-haired boy lying on the ground in front of him.

Kunikida felt his head hurting, what is Osamu Dazai doing?

"Don't look at me," Dazai leaning against the wall made an extremely innocent expression, "This is a human tiger."

Under the calm moonlight, Kunikida finally noticed that the other half of the boy lying on the ground with his back facing him still had an arm that hadn't changed back.

"It's really simple to say——" Osamu Dazai dragged out his tone, looking at Kunikida's expression on Vermont Circuit, "I just hanged myself from a tree, and the human tiger appeared by itself."

He nodded confidently: "So it's true to wait and see."

Kunikida: ...

"What's going on now." He didn't want to pay attention to Osamu Dazai who was complacent, and instead squatted down to look at the boy lying on the ground and asked.

"Dizzy." Osamu Dazai poked Renhu's untransformed arm and replied.

"...I can see it." He was asking about the ins and outs of Renhu's appearance here, and he was asking for an answer that can be seen as long as he has eyes.

"The commission I received yesterday was not about the residential area where Hakutora went at noon," Kunikida stood up from the ground, "According to the successive information from the past few days, Hakutora moved all the way from Kanagawa to Yokohama."

According to the analysis of the movement trajectory in the past few days, appearing in a high-end residential area yesterday is in line with Baihu's moving habits since the road.

But the bar street is on the west side of the residential area.

If according to the white tiger's moving habits they had mastered a few days ago, he never turned back, so why did he appear here?

"Is this another human tiger?" Kunikida guessed, "One of the two white tigers last night."

"Actually, two people and tigers have been appearing alternately before."

Hearing the words from the other person, Osamu Dazai put away his relaxed expression: "The information about the other... Baihu is still uncertain, so we can't just make a conclusion like this."

"But there are indeed doubts," he said, "you look at the clothes of Renhu."

"According to the information received in the past few days, is it possible for a person who wandered all the way from Kanagawa to dress so well?"

"Impossible." Kunikida paid attention to Dazai Osamu's words, the clothes on the boy lying on the ground were very new, and he didn't look like he was wandering all the way.

So before, it wouldn't be two people appearing alternately, otherwise they should all be dusty, how could they be dressed so cleanly.

"Another tiger who has been hiding in Tokyo?" He guessed hesitantly.

"No." Osamu Dazai denied his guessing neatly. He squatted down and turned the boy who was lying face down, "He really came here wandering all the way."

Although Atsushi Nakajima's face was covered with dust on the ground after being turned upside down, he couldn't hide his poor complexion caused by long-term malnutrition.

If it is a Renhu who has been hiding in Tokyo, then the physical condition shown on his face obviously does not match the standard of living shown by his clothes.

Someone deliberately raised the human tiger at this time and let him out in the middle of the night?

But what's the point?Let many forces in Tokyo notice what his purpose is.

"He was adopted in the past few days," Dazai Osamu said, looking at Kunikida's expression, "or he was caught."

"I'm more inclined to adopt. The clothes are very new, and there is even a faint smell of freshener that would be sprayed on the counter." He knelt down and opened Atsushi Nakajima's collar with one hand, "And look at this."

"What?" Kunikida leaned over to look blankly, and only saw a trademark on his collar, a string of English and French that he was not very familiar with.

"A light luxury brand," Osamu Dazai explained, "If someone deliberately caught Renhu and deliberately made us notice him, there is no need to buy such expensive clothes from him."

"Indeed." Kunikida agreed with his analysis.

"And, do you remember when we went to that uptown at noon?"

"That villa without security surveillance."

Dazai had the nerve to mention what Osamu Dazai did at noon today.

Not long after the two arrived at the entrance of the villa at noon today, a man in a suit and gloves came to the door with a pile of clothes and knocked.

It is not surprising that these rich and rich people often have people deliver things to their door when they buy things.But the strange thing is that the delivery man waited at the door for a long time and no one came to open the door.

The homes of these rich people don't talk about housekeepers, at least they have a few servants. How come no one came to open the door for so long.

Just when the man in a black suit knocked on the door for the fourth time, Osamu Dazai who had been by the side suddenly rushed up and said that he could help open the door.

Without waiting for someone to stop him, he took out two iron wires from nowhere and pried open the door of someone else's house. Seeing the shocked expression of the man in the suit delivering the goods, Kunikida's face turned green.

Should he be thankful that there is no surveillance at the door of this family, otherwise, if Osamu Dazai did this, someone would come to the Armed Detective Agency later.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai at least knew not to enter other people's houses and rummage. After the suit delivery man put the things back, he obediently re-locked the door.

Then the delivery man drove away in his car, and Osamu Dazai turned around with him again and returned without success.

"Do you remember anything?" Osamu Dazai looked at the thoughtful Kunikida Doppo with a half-smile.

"What? Today..." Kunikida's voice suddenly paused.

He remembered.

The bag in the hand of the delivery man in the suit had the same text on it as what he had just seen on Renhu's collar.

"The owner of that villa?!" He opened his eyes wide and looked at Renhu.

"So the rich man adopted the homeless boy but didn't know that the boy was actually a supernatural being?"

Not necessarily.

Osamu Dazai replied in his heart.

Kunikida hadn't entered the villa so naturally he didn't know what it was like inside, but as the unlocker, he saw the whole picture of the villa.

There are many empty display boxes in this European-style villa with exquisite decoration, pure gold carvings that have been broken by brute force, and walls where traces of hanging can be seen, but the hanging objects are missing.

The owner of the villa is so embarrassed that he needs to exchange money for the decoration of the house.

How could such a person adopt a boy at this time, and spend a lot of money to buy clothes for him?

Things are more interesting than he imagined.

"Why don't we take him back to the Armed Detective Agency first." He said happily, holding his chin.

Then he walked straight out of the alley.

"You move." Osamu Dazai waved his hand, and said happily without looking back.

Kunikida resigned himself to carrying the boy on the ground on his back.

An extremely chaotic night passed like this.

When Haruki Juyama woke up from a familiar yet unfamiliar room the next morning, he realized that something was wrong.

He was sore all over, as if he had fought with someone. The chaos in his head after a hangover and the discomfort in his body piled together, and he immediately pushed him back from the chair.

No wonder his waist is so sore, it turned out that he slept on the stool all night.

He stood up from the stool with difficulty, and stretched his whole body in pain, only feeling that the pain nerves all over his body were crazily calling the police, and every inch of skin was almost complaining.

He is such a weak little trash, how can he still fight with others when he is drunk?

If the subordinates of Chuya Chuya outside heard this, they would scold their mothers directly.

Last night, this one-half guy was more than just fighting with them. At the end of the bar, the five of them wanted to pull him away from Mr. Zhongyuan, and the two drunken unconscious drunks grabbed each other The arms are like a pair of close brothers who will never be separated.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to send the two of them back to the cadre's home in the Central Plains.

In the first half of the night, several of them took turns guarding, and at almost five o'clock, the two of them who were almost sober from the wine reluctantly let go of each other. It happened that the other Mafias were also going to work, so only one person was left behind. There are two guards here.

When Haruki Jushan woke up, the one left behind happened to be outside.

He supported his hangover head that was still aching, and his brain went completely down after the system played the video.

[Profound lesson,] he reflected in a deep voice, [not every Russian can drink vodka. 】

For example, he doesn't seem to be able to.

System: [... What nonsense are you talking about, dear. 】

【Be sober, you can even get drunk with sake. 】

【I'm very sober," Haruki Yoshiyama confirmed, 【I'm sober now and know that I have to hurry up. 】

Otherwise, things would be very difficult when Chuya woke up.

He opened the window of Chuya's house and looked down. Very well, although the bedroom is on the second floor, jumping from this height is completely bearable.

He immediately jumped out of the window without thinking.

Below the second floor is a piece of grass. After falling to the ground and unloading, Haruki Yayama got up, and the rough ground scratched his two bare arms all over.

Well, this pair of tofu shells was directly ruined by him. After a drunken night, he was covered in injuries.

And now there is clearly a more serious problem.

[System,] His tone was flustered. [Where is my cat? 】

[Where is Atsushi Nakajima at my age? 】