[Wen Ye] Miss Nakahara's Revenge

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What disturbed the two was a phone call from the Supernatural Special Affairs Section. They had just finished a session at that time, and Nakahara Nakaya had just calmed down from the physical pleasure and stimulation. She was satisfied both psychologically and physically, and she rarely took the initiative to lean against Osamu Dazai intimately. On the shoulders, the two of them shared a quilt, one after the other, they said something inappropriate for children, and under the quilt, Osamu Dazai's hands were suggestively running down her waistline.

As a result, just at this moment, a cell phone rang with great disappointment from the windbreaker that Osamu Dazai had thrown on the ground.

The nature of the work of the two of them determines that calling late at night is probably not a good thing, but it is often an important thing.So even though Osamu Dazai's expression was gloomy for a moment, as if he was returning, as if he was going to send that blind guy on the phone to the west, his voice after pressing the call button was still like a dog after defecting, It is very in line with his self-proclaimed personality of "refreshing, bright and full of vitality".

—Cut, dramatist.

Hearing the voice of Ango Sakaguchi on the other end of the phone, Nakahara Chuya commented on Osamu Dazai in her heart. She looked at the other party's seemingly gentle expression with a slightly cold and polite expression, blinked, raised her eyebrows, and said with some bad intentions just come.

Nakahara, who was determined to do something bad, also quietly moved off Dazai Osamu's shoulder, and the whole person quietly retracted into the quilt.

Osamu Dazai, who was lazily looking for Ango Sakaguchi on the other side of the phone, suddenly became a little unsteady in his voice, even gnashing his teeth while speaking.

Osamu Dazai was not surprised that the Supernatural Secret Service would call, but the timing annoyed him.In this incident, it was the elders among them who died, and the person who did it was a supernatural assassin, so the range of suspects was infinitely narrowed: either the enemy or their own ghost, Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu's judgment tended to be the latter Among them, Osamu Dazai himself knows more. During the two years of whitewashing, he helped the government do shady things and at the same time figured out quite a lot of interesting news inside the government. Combining the two, the motive of this incident After the process, the results can be outlined in sevens and eights.

But this has nothing to do with him, Osamu Dazai, who claims to be a good man, is too lazy to point it out deliberately with some gloating mood.The Supernatural Secret Service will find him and tell the Armed Detective Agency that it is natural to withdraw from this investigation.

If the matter of catching the ghost is done by an external organization, especially the "twilight" in Yokohama, it will only make others laugh, and even shake some people's beliefs, so call Edogawa Ranpo or the president Fukuzawa Yukichi is not the best choice: both of them are people with ideals of justice. With Edogawa Ranpo's ability, I am afraid that he can deduce the whole situation without just saying a few words, so the unlucky ghost Anwu can't Don't be the megaphone to find Osamu Dazai whose essence is closer to darkness.

Normally, Osamu Dazai would have laughed at his former three-face spy friend, but he no longer had the idea. He squinted his eyes and suppressed his breath as much as possible. Osamu Dazai thought about it for a while, and he would definitely get under the quilt for a while. He's messing around with some grinding slug looking good.

"Dazai-kun? Can you hear me clearly?" Ango Sakaguchi, who couldn't get an answer from the other side of the phone for a long time, asked him with a phantom pain in his stomach. If it wasn't for business, he really didn't want to talk to his old friends, because Oda With the death of Sakunosuke, the knot between the two parties has not been solved so far, and no matter what they say, there is a gap and unfamiliarity with each other.

"Hey hey, don't you want to hinder your internal cleaning and don't take the opportunity to see your jokes? Ango, you don't have to do your best to maintain the dignity of the Secret Service...Of course, the detective agency doesn't want to hear your bad words worry about things, as long as you don’t ask the detective agency if you can’t figure it out.” Osamu Dazai, who was half leaning on the pillow, deliberately slowed down, exhaled slowly, and reached into the quilt to touch someone At the back of her head, she pulled her hair hard, and in return, Nakahara showed her teeth completely unceremoniously.

"Of course there will be no such mistakes in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. You have worried too much about Dazai-kun." Knowing that the thoughtful guy has guessed most of the truth of this incident, Ango Sakaguchi emphasized.

He was answered with a busy signal that the phone had been hung up.

After hanging up the phone and throwing the phone back to the bedside table, Osamu Dazai lifted the quilt and pressed him down: "Chuya, did you have a good time?" The lips and tongue are as bad as they are.

"Huh? Do you have an opinion?" Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked his blue eyes, evoking a gorgeous and flamboyant smile, his little tiger teeth were sharp, and he had an arrogant expression of "what can you do to me".

"Of course it's...to get it back." Osamu Dazai bit her lips, and the bad taste was exchanged between the two, but they didn't care.

This time, it was early in the morning when the nonsense was over, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a bath towel, also touched the pocket of his windbreaker for a long time before he found the cigarette case. When he opened it, he found that it was empty again, obviously she had just opened it yesterday. of a pack.

This made her "tsk", "Dazai Osamu, why are you always messing with my cigarettes lately?" She turned her head and scolded the same bastard who just came out of the bathroom.

"Of course I want Chuya to smoke less. You are not in good health, and you are still smoking and drinking. I am afraid that you will not die fast enough." After raising the temperature of the bedroom air conditioner by two degrees, Osamu Dazai pulled the two of them together. Together they rolled back under the blanket and poked her chest: "This place has been bulleted several times, and I'm not afraid that smoking will make the damage worse."

Nakahara Chuya, who is a fighting school, definitely has more injuries than him, but she is in good health and young so she can be alive and kicking so far.

"Speak as if you are not smoking and drinking, oh, you are still a bandage maniac, a hungry ghost in color." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded at him angrily.

"I'm wronged, I've lived a self-disciplined, clear, bright and energetic life for the past two years." Osamu Dazai shouted innocently. He rummaged around near the bedside table, took out a piece of candy from nowhere and stuffed it into her mouth. "Don't smoke, let's use this as a substitute for the time being. The little dwarf should learn from me, otherwise it will be too bad if you die before me." He rubbed his fingers on Nakahara Chuya's face and said briskly.

The candy with a bit of milk taste is really good, but what the guy who gave the candy said was too unlucky, and Zhongyuan Zhong also gave him a kick with no force, "How is it possible, how do you look at it?" It's all about you, a suicide addict, die first." She retorted habitually.

"It would be best if that's the case." Osamu Dazai inexplicably said such a sentence, and before Nakahara Nakahara realized it, he quickly added a few more sentences: "But it's very difficult no matter how you look at it, who told Chuya to smoke Drinking wine again~~~ I have helped you think of several kinds of flowers that are suitable for placing in front of the tombstone."

"Spicy chicken mackerel, you are fucking cursing me!!! Believe it or not, I will let you be buried tomorrow, and then put all the bandages on your grave." Zhong Yuanzhong also exploded in anger when he heard it, with a particularly fierce expression on his teeth and claws.

In fact, Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't drink much in the past. When she was fifteen or sixteen, her life was self-disciplined and simple, not like the Mafia. She had a certain goal in mind, except for the occasional entertainment and the occasional gathering of the "Youth Club". In addition, she hardly drinks alcohol, which makes her unable to see how much she drinks.As a result, the 16-year-old accidentally drank too much at the celebration banquet after the dragon head fight, and she dragged Osamu Dazai to bed in a daze because of the bad wine.

Things like drinking and having sex are really tricky. Zhong Yuanzhong, who was quite stupid at the time, was also confused and unconscious, but he didn't know that the other person was going with the flow.

As for smoking, it was after the age of 17, because of various concerns, the double blacks who no longer lived together were even more unscrupulous in a sense than when they lived together.It may be that both of them want to deliberately forget the experience that they once had their brains flooded. They did not hide their bad personalities and bad practices in other aspects besides the mission: chaotic life at whim, all kinds of bad things. Play, no matter which party goes to find the other party, it is the same. Afterwards smoking is a habit brought out at that time. Often one party will light a cigarette first, and the other will borrow an unlit cigarette to borrow fire. Young men and women Maybe it was only at that time that her expression softened a little, as if she wanted to relive the warmth she had decided to lose through a short head-to-head meeting. As for later, after a certain hot chicken defected, she often smoked to relieve stress— — After being promoted to a cadre, there are many things to deal with, and the pressure on the shoulders is heavy. If there are few other outlets, it can only be a few more cigarettes.

It's just that now, they really don't need to use such things to awkwardly express false warmth.

"Special Ability Division... Sakaguchi Ango, what did he say on the phone just now?" Because he still couldn't sleep for the time being, Nakahara Chuya asked Dazai Osamu.

"The matter of the assassination of the supernatural person earlier, oh, it is very likely that the secret service department will entrust the final purge of this matter to PortMafia, after all, Chuya, you still owe him a lot of favors, right? "He said suddenly as he felt the softness and warmth against her chest.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also's eyes fluttered: "Cut, you all know this." In order to get the whereabouts of the spicy chicken mackerel, she really went to block the door of Four Eyes Boy, and owed a lot of favors.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said nothing, knowing that someone would be furious if he wanted to go on in detail, so he chose not to say anything, and left it at that.

"It's just that the Supernatural Secret Service is too weak, isn't it possible?" Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and roughly understood the meaning of the other party's words. The ability is troublesome, so it is possible to use the hands of PortMafia to do the final assassination and purge-to control them. PortMafia is rooted in the darkness of Yokohama, and it is most suitable to do this kind of thing.

"It doesn't look good to put your own hands outside. The government officials always want to save face, but this is just my speculation, and maybe it may directly alarm the hounds." Osamu Dazai lazily analyzed, because Without affecting the detective agency, he simply released some additional news: "But if it is really in your hands at that time, you can take that young girl who has a heart to check, and by the way, tell the truth behind the incident to the supernatural The Secret Service Section will negotiate some terms of exchange, maybe there will be surprises."

Osamu Dazai said these words without beginning or end, but the content was terribly thoughtful, Nakahara Chu was also startled, pondered the content, and lowered his head to stare at him.

"What do you mean, Dazai? Don't talk nonsense."

"That's what I meant." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "That Izumi Kyoka was kidnapped to Yokohama, right? The detective agency investigated the case back then, and it was you and me who got rid of the illegal organization. The reason is that Because the experiments and follow-up intelligence involved high-level government officials."

Of course, Nakahara was also aware of this matter, but the final information exchange of that incident was independently completed by Mori Ogai, and some sidelines that may have been involved in the "Hound Dog", so she never delved into it, "But this is not the same as Quan Jinghua...is there any direct connection?" She still couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"It is not so easy to find people with supernatural powers or potential supernatural powers, but at present, early observation and analysis can be carried out based on some technical methods, just like the technology carried by the robot subordinate next to you." Dazai Osamu Unhurried analysis: "But whether it is Europe or the Far East, this technology is scarce, and only the official has the material and financial resources to study it. I think you, Chuya, should understand this."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand to caress Nakahara Chuya's wrist, where there was a small black spot that was almost negligible, which was the trace of the pen core piercing into the wrist, "It's like... that [Huang Ba spit ] The selection scope and goals of the plan are the same, so you can understand it when I say it.” During the war, the Far East military and military-affiliated research institutions screened the experimental carriers that were likely to accept the “self-contradictory singularity” across the country. Nakahara Chuya's body is actually the product of the technology they obtained at the beginning: she was born with certain aptitudes, and after being transformed the day after tomorrow, she is the only successful experimental body, but even if the traces of transformation in her brain have followed her first Unlocking the [dirty] password once and no longer can be verified, there are still some traces that can be inferred from her past, such as the scar on her wrist that did not know when it existed... It just seems that the slug chose not to carry out the final step by step investigation.

"...So Dazai, you mean Izumi Kyoka...?"

"The children who were abducted at the beginning were mostly people with supernatural potential. How were they discovered and selected? Well, an institution that provides experiments is backed by some high-level people in the Far East, so it can be said that they were in charge from the very beginning. The list has been decided... I observed the child's eating habits and daily behavior today. The traces of upbringing are deeply ingrained. It doesn't look like sister Hongye can bring it out in a few months. In addition, it can be seen that she is actually very afraid of the eldest sister, let alone Take the initiative to imitate and study carefully, so...the child should have a good family background, and even have a pair of good parents." Osamu Dazai said.

It would be even more intriguing if Izumi Jinghua from such a family would be reduced to being taken in by PortMafia.

His speculation is indeed reasonable, just like Osamu Dazai himself ran away from home even when he was young, abandoning the name [Shuji Tsushima] and the past, the side of family education, good or bad, is engraved on him and affects him; Quan Jinghua's resistance and fear of supernatural powers and killings probably also stemmed from the twists and turns in her life.

Nakahara Zhong, who finally cleared his mind, also nodded, she thought she already had follow-up plans and ideas.

"You have said everything so thoroughly, Chuya, would you like to thank me? It is a virtue to know how to repay your kindness." After finishing the serious matter, Osamu Dazai immediately changed his style of painting, and he leaned forward and kissed Zhongya. The tip of his nose, his eyes soft and smiling: "Anyway, I don't go to work tomorrow...so you can play with Zhong Ye for as long as you want." He hinted.

Ah... this guy...

Being approached by a face with such an expression, Nakahara Chuya's heart beat faster uncontrollably, and she turned her face sideways to cover up her unbalanced breathing and hot ears.

"As... as you wish... if you really want to."

"Hey? What do you mean by me?"

"I've said it's up to you, what do you mean, bastard!"

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Finish writing, go to sleep...two bottles of coffee every day for a week to refresh...sleepy...