Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The Suzuki Express train adopts the model of independent boxes. In order to match this theme, it also chooses decorations in the style of Victorian London, trying to make the passengers on the train enjoy this decryption journey.

In the driveway, the overall tone of dark red and gold is adopted, and the floor is carpeted.

An electric bell is installed above the door of each independent box.If the guest rings the bell in the box, the bell will sound synchronously above the door.

——In this way, the captain sitting at the end of the driveway will immediately stand up and ask the customer what service they need.

Passengers who showed their tickets gradually walked into their boxes.

And Dazai also slowly inspected this room that felt like going back in time.

There is a sofa on the left and right sides of the box.The sofa is made of mahogany, with rococo-style spiral patterns carved in the details. It is covered with thick and stable cushions, and two velvet pillows are placed, implying passengers: each sofa is a two-seater.

In the middle of the box is a thick marble tabletop.On the ground is a thick embroidered carpet.

Decorative oil paintings with exquisite thick frames are hung on the four walls, and the original modern fluorescent lamps are replaced by small crystal lamps above the head.

If you sit on such a gorgeous sofa, hold an oak pipe, and close your eyes, you can imagine that you are in the era of chaos and rapid development a hundred years ago.

The Suzuki Foundation is so sincere, the detective fans who got on this express train must have been dancing with joy at this time.

Unfortunately, Dazai is neither interested in the Victorian era, nor does he want to pretend to be a detective with a pipe. —Ley wouldn't let the kid touch tobacco either.

Following behind Dazai, the man with black hair and green eyes soon entered the door.

The well-trained man stepped on the long carpet with almost no sound of footsteps, closed the door with his backhand, and hung the golden doorknob chain.

He also quickly finished looking at the indoor environment. First, he pulled up the curtains that easily exposed his position—the golden embroidered velvet curtains—and then put the handbag in his hand on the marble table.

This incomprehensible man cruelly destroyed this classical and beautiful composition in an instant.

In the other hand, Ley was still holding the briefcase "confiscated" from Kamel.It was supposed to be an urgent exchange of information by the FBI investigators, but Osamu Dazai mercilessly stripped off the vests of the two of them, leaving him no time to deal with them in advance.

At this time, before the other two members of the organization with the 'code name' came, Ley hurriedly scanned the document, picked out two from the middle and stuffed them into his arms, still closing the briefcase, and the whole Throw it directly under the sofa.

After quickly hiding the "evidence", Ley winked at Dazai.

Dazai: "........."

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Don't just treat the "heir" of the dark organization as your accomplice! ! !Look at the favorability! FBI, where did you get your confidence? !

The boy showed an uncomfortable face as if he had eaten a slug raw.

Fortunately, before the FBI was about to suffer heavy losses, someone knocked on the door.

Not long, not short, three polite tones.

It was a familiar way of knocking on the door.

But Ley didn't lose his vigilance because of this, or rather: precisely because of this, the relaxed atmosphere that surrounded the man a moment ago dissipated immediately.Ley took out a pistol from his pocket, held it in his left hand, and hid it behind the door. While pressing his right hand on the doorknob, he asked in a low voice:

"Who?"

Across the door, Bourbon's angry voice came: "Me."

And Scotch's acknowledgment, "And me. — there's no one else."

Even so, Ley still did not relax his guard.He opened the door slightly and took a look before he undid the chain on the doorknob again and actually opened the door.

No side effects.It was Bourbon and Scotland standing at the door.

In order to blend into the crowd, both of them wore casual clothes, hooded sweaters and trousers, which looked extraordinarily young.

And Bourbon was carrying a small bag bag in his hand, and Scotland was carrying a familiar bass bag on his shoulder.

The three of them didn't want to attract extra attention, confirmed their identities with their eyes, and soon entered the box and locked the door again.

At this time, Bourbon took two or three steps to Dazai, squatted down, frowned, and looked up and down at the child who ran away from home in an adventurous way.

Dazai was relieved to see that Bourbon did not take the puppy Harrow on a mission, and decided to let others go, letting others look at him in fear.

"You're not hurt?" Bourbon asked in a low voice.

Dazai smiled, "No."

"..." Bourbon was silent for a while, bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"I won't tease you with the puppy you hate next time, I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes, and there was a strong fear in his voice: "It's just... if you get angry, you can punish us, young master ’” Bourbon said softly, “Just, don’t make fun of your own life, okay?”

When Dazai heard this, he smiled obediently.

After saying this, Bourbon saw Dazai's new clothes at a glance—and the red pocket square on the chest of the new clothes, his brows frowned even tighter, and his dislike was palpable.

Dazai took the opportunity to ask questions and changed the topic.

"You hate pocket squares...um. No. Do you hate red, bourbon?" Dazai pointed at his clothes.

Bourbon pursed his lips and let out an "ah" sound, while unpacking the luggage bag he was carrying, he replied to the young master: "That's right. I don't know when I started to hate red..."

The man seemed to be saying it casually, he didn't seem to realize the special meaning in this sentence, he just rummaged through it.

"Ah, I found it!"

In that re-opened palm was a round, shiny, and valuable obsidian.

——The one Dazai wears every day.

Dazai: "..."

What the hell did you bring in your luggage?

Before Dazai could take a look inside the bulging package, Bourbon tentatively stretched out his hand towards him. Seeing that Dazai had no intention of objecting, he immediately took off the child's red pocket square firmly and fastened the obsidian on it again. Enter Poirot's tie.

Dazai really wanted to complain: No, this stone doesn’t have any symbolic meaning to me, but it’s just a random choice when I put on a white suit for the first time... Bourbon, what kind of stereotype do you have about my clothes?Or do you just hate red that much? ? !

Bourbon, whose focus was strangely distorted, took a second glance at the handbag on the table—and the convenience store canned milk and plum rice balls that were still in the bag.

When Bourbon saw this picture, the disdain on his face was almost overflowing: "Ley! Are you going to give this kind of food to the young masters of our organization?!"

This sentence is full of murderous intent. If the man didn't take out lunch boxes one by one from the luggage bag while he was talking, it would be a murder scene if he closed his eyes?

Dazai: "...?"

The little boy looked bewildered.

Bourbon placed a pair of chopsticks in front of him, and the amount of food in the bento box in front of him was obviously adjusted according to Dazai himself, but it was so, the golden and attractive tamagoyaki, small pieces of fried mackerel, garden salad, and a small portion of natto rice , a lot.

The man Bourbon even poured a bowl of miso soup from a thermos and put it on the other side of the child.

As for the shabby convenience store breakfast, Bourbon had already pushed it far to the end of the table.

Dazai: "."

Is this organization really going to end?

Seeing that the child was dazed and motionless, Scotland stood up from the opposite sofa, held down Bourbon, who was subconsciously worried and was about to ask "what else do you want to eat", and walked over here.

Seeing that even Scotland bent over to search for the luggage, Dazai almost held his breath nervously: "What... are you going to do again?"

Scotland gave him a gentle smile, "Nothing. Nothing special."

That being said, the one handed over from a man is clearly the most dangerous one.

Familiar silvery luster, with a sharp metallic luster - obviously someone has taken care of it for him.

Small size, just suitable for children to hold in one hand.

The weight in the hand is slightly heavier than before, and it is obvious that someone has replenished the magazine.

It was a pistol specially made for the "heir" of the organization.

When Osamu Dazai ran away from home, he didn't even take this with him.

Instead, at this time, it returned to the original owner again.

Seeing the child put the pistol back into his arms with a speechless face and put it away properly, Scotland breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

"No matter where you go, you can't leave your weapons. Do you understand, young master?" Scotland said gently, "Although we will protect the safety of young master at all costs, we can't be unsuspecting."

The man with black hair and blue eyes smiled gently, but for some reason, the atmosphere around him made one's back chill.

"Even if they are members of the same organization—"

"You can't take it lightly."

Scotland pointedly said.

"After all, some of us may harbor evil intentions... This kind of thing is not impossible."

"..."

Facing the two pairs of blue eyes in front of him, Ley was not afraid at all, but instead showed an extremely dangerous expression, and also smiled:

"That's right. Naturally, I will do whatever it takes to protect the young master, but," Ley said in a low voice, "is it possible that the 'little mouse' hidden in the organization is among us?"

Accompanied by these words, a real killing intent that made people tremble and tremble emerged from this man at the same time.

In a small compartment, there is suddenly a terrifying aura that can make people tremble with fear!

The three men looked at each other, none of them flinching.

The air is full of swords and swords, as if a gun battle is about to start in the next second!

Leader Dazai: "."

Leader Dazai: "..."

Leader Dazai: "..."

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For the first time in his life, Dazai felt what is called confusion in the world. He looked at the left and right respectively, and carefully suggested:

"Otherwise, I'll call you an empty room."

"You guys talk alone?"

Dazai's tone was extremely sincere.