long-lived centenarian leader

Dazai admitted frankly: "Yes, we are still called double black."

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth: "He's too short, and he's still bluffing, so he's not suitable to be a partner."

"So he has been single and can't find a partner." Dazai Osamu followed him and scolded several times while Zhongyuan Zhong was gone.

He was happy, and Wujo Satoru was also satisfied.

Someone continued to ask: "I also want to partner with you."

Osamu Dazai reminded him: "Don't you have your own job?"

Are the students gone?

Hasn't the world of magic arts been reformed?

"I don't go to work until tomorrow." Gojo Gojo rubbed against Dazai Osamu like a teenager who was tired of studying, "I can do tasks very quickly, and students can also bring Yokohama to teach."

It takes only a few minutes to teleport.

He researched teleportation and reducing consumption.

At this time, I hate that my spell power is not a bottomless pit, so I have to plan carefully.

Why can Jie's mana power drive so many mana spirits at the same time? Is this reasonable?

When Dazai fell asleep at night, I went to ask him about his experience.

When he gets out of the field later, he will go and beat Zhongyuan Zhongye with a sack, and let the other party know that handsome guys can't be hit in the face.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He really wanted Gojo Satoru to control himself and stop being sticky all the time.

But it is very clear that the other party will not listen at all, and even think that he is shy.

So he just kept silent and tried to perfunctory his way.

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice and drew the long ending, coaxing him: "I'll give you a part-time job for free, big boss~ I'm very expensive, you should cherish the opportunity."

He: "But I have to go to work. I'm really busy, especially recently, there is an organization that has made a lot of moves in Yokohama and is very arrogant."

It may be due to a mental illness. The black organization feels that "not taking the initiative to fire is equivalent to fully respecting the port mafia", and they keep making small moves behind their backs.

I also want to leave a stronghold and influence in Yokohama.

Have you asked his opinion?

Gojo Satoru wanted to say that his company was destroyed again, when he suddenly remembered that the boss of this company was Dazai, so he said aggrievedly: "Then you guide me remotely, and I will take over your hostile organization?"

Osamu Dazai recalled that the members of the Black Organization were still hoeing in the countryside, and said, "There is no hurry, you can relax in Yokohama if you have nothing to do."

He originally wanted to say that he stole Zhongye's motorcycle for him to play with, but then remembered that Wujo Wu's legs could not pedal Zhongye's bicycle, so he regretfully dismissed this idea and asked someone to prepare a silver-blue modified motorcycle.

It took a long time for the custom modification. Osamu Dazai took Gojo Satoru to the new house prepared by someone for dinner, and then the two of them, both quite tired, slumped on the sofa and watched the Yokohama travel guide.

"Isn't this your territory? Why don't you even know where you're going?" Gojo Satoru pointed at him.

Osamu Dazai sneered: "Then tell me, what is there to do in Tokyo? What is there to do in Kyoto?"

Gojo Satoru chose to shut up.

Distance produces beauty, and people always turn a blind eye to the scenery closest to them, making it difficult to appreciate it.

Osamu Dazai would open the window at most in his office to take a look at the clouds outside.

Gojo Satoru could only recall where the desserts sold in these two places were the best.

So discussing this together now is quite refreshing.

At night, Osamu Dazai slept on Gojo Satoru's lap for a while.

From a certain night when he no longer had nightmares, his sleeping appearance became particularly well-behaved, his breathing was slow, and his expression was peaceful, making it hard to be disturbed.

Gojo Satoru, who has always been careless, couldn't help being obedient, he didn't dare to move his legs, and raised his hand when playing with his mobile phone.

In the past half an hour, Osamu Dazai, who had always been in a short sleep, woke up, but he was too lazy to move, so he kept his eyes closed.

Gojo Satoru, with sore legs and sore arms, grabbed his hand and bit his wrist, and said in a nasty voice, "Get up, I'm hungry."

Osamu Dazai: "...you are actually a dog, right?"

Not cats at all!fraud!

He was deceived by this person's appearance, so he said the words of inviting love, but now he can't even talk about it.

Gojo Gojo blinked and blinked his eyes: "Meow meow?"

Ah, so cute.

Osamu Dazai sat up suddenly, and said softly, "I'll make dinner."

Just one tofu and one soup at night.

He hasn't done it, but he sure can.

The other party looked at him vigilantly, and rejected his initiative: "You lie down, I will do it."

He regrettably changed his place and continued to lie down.

And tell people to get out of the room to sleep next door at night.

If you have excess energy, it is recommended to stay up late and play games instead of pestering others.

Gojo Satoru regretfully went to harass Xia Youjie.

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Conan, the silver bullet that will destroy the Black Organization.

In order to accomplish this ambitious goal, he has paid a lot and united all forces that can be united.

Including but not limited to entrusting the armed detective agency to bring the members of the Black Organization to justice, act with Toru Amuro in the morning, Hideichi Akai in the afternoon, and go shopping with Belmode in the evening to spy on news.

As a master of time management, he can chat with these three people who don't know each other's true colors at the same time, and find suitable excuses to perfunctory after the phone is busy, and after receiving Edogawa Ranpo's ridicule, he is very sad to be caught by other people. comfort.

He's just a kid.

Belmode pulled his face, and said with a smile: "Your actions have been too big recently, brat. If it weren't for Gin not remembering the people he killed, and not wanting to get too entangled with the armed detective agency, you have been exposed Do you know?"

Conan: "Ahahaha..."

As a professional boy, Belmode still carried Conan to his new motorcycle and took him for a ride.

There is a shop in Yokohama that does a good job of refitting motorcycles. She was looking at another silver-blue one (although it doesn’t look right for her, but it’s really beautiful and I want to buy it for collection). After asking, she found out that it was a It was custom-made by others, so I had to give up regretfully. I chose this bright red car and asked people to change it.

Conan tentatively said: "You seem to be quite leisurely recently, and your painting style is different from other people's."

Belmode smiled and started the locomotive, letting the roar of the machine overwhelm the human voice.

The boss is disconnected, and Qin Jiu can't command her, so she will be idle?

As for the others, they are still busy avoiding the port mafia's revenge, the armed detective agency and the police arresting them, and building that potion workshop in the suburbs as soon as possible.

None of her business.

She is just an American actress visiting Yokohama.

The car was driving along the road by the sea. In early autumn, there was still residual heat from summer, and the cool breeze blowing by the sea made me feel refreshed physically and mentally.

Belmode saw the motorcycle in the shop before, and subconsciously leaned over there, admiring its smooth and sharp lines and beautiful color decoration.

The driver seems to be unskilled, but he is very bold and open-minded. He often makes some dangerous and easy to overturn actions, but every time he is surprised.

Looks wanton and handsome.

The gentleman connecting them had pretty good taste in lovers.

Conan also wanted to say, "Who rides a motorcycle without a helmet and is still so rough", and when he saw the dazzling white hair and iconic sunglasses, he stopped his mouth trying to remind him.

Gojo Satoru, it's all right.

Gojo Satoru noticed the gaze of the two of them, turned his head and waved at them, and the two cars stopped one after another.

Belmode took off his helmet and shook his head handsomely. Before he could say hello to the other party, he heard Gojo Satoru say, "Hey, Conan, is this your long-lost biological mother? Does the detective know?"

Belmode: ?

Conan:! ! !