Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

When Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru walked out of this sushi restaurant, their identities changed to "Moscato" and "Coke" respectively.

They didn't do anything excessive to Rum, they just washed their brains and made psychological hints.

Adding the contact information of "boss", Osamu Dazai gained the appreciation and appointment of the other party in just a few hours.

"I said, what kind of new members do we need to be there to welcome?" Amuro Toru pretended to be dissatisfied.

Gin stared at him coldly: "Don't ask if you shouldn't. You just need to know that these two people have the right to call you directly."

He received a message from Rum this morning, saying that he had received reliable news that there were a lot of undercover agents and traitors among the members of the organization he was in charge of. The boss was very angry, so he asked Rum to send someone to him to investigate the ghosts.

Hayakawa Hideo: "Then you can't be at the same level as the boss?"

He thought that apart from boss rum, gin was the biggest in this organization that was about to end, and it seemed that there was still a backbone?

No... wait, two people? !

He suddenly had a bad association.

"No, it's just a short-term special authorization." Gin Jiu glared at him, hoping very much that this person was an undercover agent.

He has been displeased with this guy who likes yin and yang to muddle along for a long time. If the other party's ability is not really excellent, he would have just collapsed.

Hayakawa Hideo's ominous premonition became even stronger, and he couldn't help but took out a small packet of spicy sticks from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to calm the shock.

It's scary.

The eyes of other people also changed.

There must be a very important task in the short-term special approval of rights, and the rights can mobilize them. There are many things worth thinking about.

People with ghosts have even more ghosts in their hearts.

As dusk came, today's sunset seemed to be very different. The brilliant brilliance dyed the world outside the window golden, reminding them of the legend about the "Twilight Villa" in an instant.

It is said that it is the property of Renye Karasuma, the boss behind the black organization, and there are secrets hidden in it.

In the increasingly weird atmosphere and the beautiful courtyard scenery, two men pushed open the door, walked in side by side, and walked over like a stroll in the courtyard.

Both were wearing black trousers and coats, and both had one eye wrapped with a bandage. The one with white hair had his left eye wrapped around his left eye, and the one with brown-black hair wrapped around his right eye. Arrogant, the latter has an evil spirit.

Couple outfit. ——Everyone made the same guess.

Not to be trifled with. - Their first impressions.

As an organization that travels in the dark and is full of secrets, all members work hard to hide secrets, suspicious and alienated from each other.

This is the first time they have seen such a blatant and airborne one.

The two quickly pushed open the door of the room, but did not come in, but leaned against the door from left to right.

Gojo Satoru: "We met for the first time. I am Cola and he is Moscato."

The people in the room widened their eyes.

This is the first time in the organization that someone whose code name is a beverage other than alcohol appears.

Or Coke.

Hideo Hayakawa had done a good job of self-psychological counseling when they walked here from the gate, and he had treated them with a normal mind. Hearing this, he said, "Your Coke, is it Coca-Cola or Pepsi?"

Then the two started a discussion on which of the two brands of Coke tasted better.

other people:"……"

Dazai Osamu, who deliberately opened up the domain to play tricks and was about to make trouble: "..."

Dazai Osamu covered Gojo Satoru's mouth with his hand, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, his brain is not very good."

After gesturing someone to keep silent with his eyes, he let go of his hand and put on a mysterious big man's look again: "It's the first time we meet, I have two questions for you."

"First, do you like dusk?"

"Second, has any of you had contact with Curacao?"

Curacao, Rum's confidant, was previously an undercover agent in the organization.

A few months ago, he was judged as a traitor by Gin Jiu and died later.Many traitors to the organization died during the same period.So Hayakawa Shucai got in without much effort.

The ulterior motive immediately set his eyes on the bandaged eyes of the two.

Rum is said to have two different eyes, and Curacao also has heterochromatic pupils.

The outfits of these two people are a little out of character.

No, maybe it was blatant or not.

Combining these two questions, it was like telling them clearly that they were ordered by the boss and Rum to investigate undercover agents.

Gin was also very angry when he heard the words: "Are you questioning my judgment on Curacao's 'traitor'?"

"Of course not. Curacao is one of the core members of the organization. We have a clear understanding of her, and of course we understand why she will defect. We just want to determine which members of the organization were close to her during her loss of contact with the organization. past her, and if you noticed anything."

Osamu Dazai spoke seriously, then scanned the hall meaningfully, and continued: "During the follow-up processing, we discovered that she lost an important relic."

Hayakawa Hideo: "First exclude me, the newcomer."

You can really do things, Osamu Dazai.

Talk like you've been in the black organization for years and Curacao is your acquaintance.

Although he is not a traitor, Belmode scratched his newly permed hair and said, "We have the right to remain silent unless required by orders and missions. Are you here to investigate the cause of Curacao's death?"

If Curacao really has any relics, it's probably in Conan's hands.

But this matter has been closed with the boss, and it is impossible to find it out again. Most of it is just used to test them.

Osamu Dazai put away his sinister expression, and became gentle and harmless: "Of course not, we came to join you with sincerity. We will have missions together in the future."

Ghosts don't believe it. ——Everyone thinks so.

But I believe. ——by Gojo Satoru & Hayakawa Hideo.

The two of them came to join the black organization with the sincerity of making trouble.

Osamu Dazai: "Although I asked the two questions without permission, the next two orders were given by my superiors."

"First, this villa will be used as a temporary base, please try to return here every day if you don't have long-term missions."

"Secondly, the dusk of encountering demons is a good time to catch ghosts, please cherish the time."

Toru Amuro: "What does the second sentence mean?"

"Who knows."

The smile on Osamu Dazai's face made them call a schemer in their hearts.

Except for Hideo Hayakawa, no one doubted the identities of the two of them, because they made people feel that they were more evil forces than evil forces.Comrade Axiu, who sees through everything, shook his head in his heart and lamented their simplicity, and took out a chocolate cake to eat to comfort himself.

Just after unpacking, there is only one package left in my hand.

He glared at Wujo Wu, but dared not speak out.

Gojo Gojo finished his meal in two or three bites, and said friendly, "Thank you for the gift, is there any more?"

Hayakawa Hideo: "No, get lost."

This is all for the sake of people.

His eyes carried the humble message.

Osamu Dazai received it accurately, and said with a smile: "I am very optimistic about you, how about this, we will accompany you on your mission tomorrow and help you."

Hayakawa Hideo directly cracked open, turned around and went back to the room.

The others also left after listening.

Gin stayed to ask them why he hadn't been informed beforehand.

Osamu Dazai: "I hope that the boss will notify you at seven o'clock in the evening, so that I can say it in advance to increase my importance."

Gin: "...don't do meaningless things."

"No wonder the boss said you are a boring guy."

"..."

Gin lit a cigarette and gave him a gloomy look, wanting to draw his gun.

"It's very difficult for a guy like you who has no vision and disturbs other people's relationship to survive."

Gojo Satoru put his arms around Osamu Dazai's shoulders, and hung the whole body on him. What didn't match his clingy movements was his cold eyes when he looked at Gin.

Qin Jiu scolded a dog man in his heart, and left angrily.

He had to contact the boss first to confirm some information about the two.

The two found an empty room with a big bed and got in, closed the door, removed the monitoring equipment, sat on the bed, and started chatting.

Dazai: "Did you see anything?"

Gojo Satoru: "The wine that doesn't look very smart is real wine, and the wine that looks quick-witted is either fake wine or mixed with water."

Knowing that important members all use wine as their code name, the two named the game "Spot Fake Wine".

And the first day of the game's official start is almost over.

But Wujo Satoru is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking.

He mainly wants to go to a place where no one disturbs, and have a happy relationship.

Especially a guy whose eyebrows and eyesight disappear together and his mind is stuck.

He is the most active as a light bulb.

There are also some guys who know how to eat melons without doing anything.

Even the cute and sensible Dun became an eyesore.

Dazai Osamu, on the other hand, was bent on doing something, and he didn't care about his approach, but made adjustments to the plan.

"At present, it seems that the black organization can develop into this way, and the undercover agents sent by the intelligence organizations of various countries are partly responsible."

As Wujo Satoru said, the level of ability between real wine and fake wine may not be much different, but most of the real wine doesn't look too smart.

It stands to reason that in addition to thugs, this kind of black organization should also have some "military advisers" who know how to intrigue and intrigue.

It's just as Hayakawa Hideo said, so simple and cute.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Let's make the black organization bigger and short! Our goal is to replace all the wine with water!"

Osamu Dazai excitedly announced his new plan, and was pushed down on the bed.

"This bed is quite soft, don't let it go to waste."

Gojo Satoru found a high-sounding reason, took off his clothes and began to tear his bandages, and even directly tore the bandages around his neck.

The quickness and flexibility of the movement is amazing.

Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered that Gojo Satoru used the bandage he gave him to do research at first, and then lied that the cat bit it badly, and said with a low laugh: "Your cat really likes to bite the bandage."

Gojo Satoru was very good, with his chin next to his ear, he meowed a few times coquettishly.

Now he can be regarded as a man who has mastered a variety of meow languages, and he can use them at any time to make his subjects happy.

Osamu Dazai was really excited when he heard it, and told him a big secret: "Actually, my current bandages are changed by mantra."

Gojo Satoru, who took a long time to pull off the bandage every night: "..."

Isn't love just beginning?

Why does it seem to be disappearing?