Big guys are my vests

Osamu Dazai was surprised, and then he pursed his lower lip lightly, feeling a subtle sense of disgust.

Isn't this the same as Mr. Sen?Give a sweet date with a stick.

The breath of "Kurolo" pounced on his hair slightly, Dazai Osamu looked calm, and brushed away the opponent's hand.

Yuejian Lisu followed good advice, took a step back, and thoughtfully kept a safe psychological distance with him.

Osamu Dazai's little emotions were miraculously soothed.

Tsukimi Ritsu's actions made him realize that the other party was different from Mori Ogai.

If it's Mr. Sen, he doesn't care about his emotions at all, and cold treatment is the most convenient choice.Anyway, Mori Ogai always has a way to get him to work, doesn't he?

Feeling awkward in his heart, Osamu Dazai still did not relax his vigilance, but subconsciously relaxed a little.

Maybe raising children has become a habit, seeing Osamu Dazai with a jerky expression, Risu Tsukimi subconsciously giving in, and his tone of voice unconsciously carrying a hint of deceit.

"Does Dazai-kun want to see the heroic spirit?" In his peripheral vision, Shibusawa Ryuhiko showed a corner of his white robe.

As Shibusawa Tatsuhiko passed by, Tsukimi Ritsu and him were separated by a corridor, facing each other under the changing brilliance.

It seemed like a long time had passed since the eyes collided for a moment, Shibusawa Ryuhiko took the lead in lightly averting his eyes.

Tsukimi Rito checked the page and found that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's trust in Yingling's statement had reached 70.00%, twelve hours.

Enough with the Port Mafia going around for a while.

The two walked through the training room directly under the army. Osamu Dazai glanced at Chuya Nakahara in the training room from the corner of his eye, thinking about the probability of Chuya Nakahara killing the heroic spirit. powerful.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai responded, "Then let me see the heroic spirit's posture."

The training rooms of the directly subordinate troops and the armed forces are not on the same floor. Because of the old leader's suspicion, only the directly subordinate troops are stationed on the lower floor of the top office.

Amplify vile desires burning in the sun.

There are countless people in this building who want to kill the heroic spirits, and there are even squirrels wandering outside the building all the time... The daytime in Yokohama is no longer pure.

Osamu Dazai is like a spectator, and everything has nothing to do with him.

"As you wish." Tsukimi Rito chose to summon.

The mysterious pentagram spread out, and the dots of light intertwined to form a human figure, and Hisoka gradually condensed into a solid body.

Osamu Dazai looked at the inexplicable power that endowed the light spot with vitality, and the color of his eyes changed.

It is impossible for one person to have two abilities.

This is a consensus, after all, there is only one human soul, unless the personality is split.

Osamu Dazai almost believed his words, but instinct stopped him.

On the contrary, Fyodor, who invaded most of the monitoring lines of the port mafia, surrendered a little trust first.

The system beep sounds.

[Fyodor's logic chain trust has reached 50%, is it bound for personnel testing? 】

【Binding. 】

From the first meeting with Fyodor, Tsukimi Ritsu continued to express hints to pave the way for the world view.

Finally, it worked out today.

Even Fyodor's belief does not represent a decline in the level of doubt.

"We meet again." Tsukimi Ritsu looked at the red-haired clown, "Hisaku."

The Hisoka who appeared here is not the main body, but the projection of the hunter world.

After the projection shattered, Hisoka of the main body received all the memories here.

His intuition told Hisoka that Kuroro, the head of the group, would also come.Out of bad taste, he didn't tell Kuroro about it.

He was looking forward to seeing the slightly decent expression of "Krollo" from the head of the group, it was very interesting to think about it.

"The red-haired clown... Heroic spirit, Heroic spirit!"

"kill him!"

……

The appearance of the heroic spirit caused chaos in the port mafia.

It took only a few minutes for the combatants to rush back toward Hisoka with blood on their heads, and back away in terror.

They didn't dare to go forward for a while, and all kinds of heavy weapons were moved over.

Dazai Osamu and Tsukimi Riko were gradually pushed to the back by the crowd.

"Is that you? A pretender."

A streak of dark red energy forcefully swept away the people blocking the way, and the young man's tone of voice carried pride of contempt for everything.

Zhongyuan Zhong also jumped and stopped firmly in front of Hisoka.

The moment he saw Zhongya in the Central Plains, the dull expression disappeared from Hisoka's face, and the murderous aura condensed into substance, and he couldn't control it.

Some members even crawled on the ground in embarrassment, sweating profusely and shivering.

"Hahahahaha~ little apple, no no, a growing big apple!"

Hisoka was in a great mood, turned his head and accurately locked Tsukimi Ritou who was staying out of the crowd, and threw a wink to express his gratitude.

Osamu Dazai's face turned blue, he couldn't help but grabbed Tsukimi Ritsu's cuff, and took a step back with him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also regarded Hisoka's behavior as a provocation, unable to suppress the blue veins on his forehead, and firmly clenched his fists.

"If it's this kind of world after death... please spare me, it seems good to be alive." Dazai Osamu murmured.

Tsukimi Ritsu raised her eyebrows in surprise, and looked down at Osamu Dazai.

In a way, Hisoka was amazing that he was able to briefly save Osamu Dazai from suicidal thoughts.

Hisoka's eyes are sticky, sticking to Nakahara Nakaya, full of "love" for the Big Apple.

"Pervert, go to hell!" Nakahara Zhongya roared angrily, then subconsciously swept around.

After repeatedly confirming that his brother was on a business trip, it was impossible to hear him, and he became arrogant again.

Although he knows that no matter what he does, "Nakahara Chuya" will not object, but he stubbornly wants to maintain his image.

Seeing Hisoka entangle Nakahara Chuya, Osamu Dazai gloated and laughed.

Both of them are the type to fight without saying a word.

After looking at each other, Hisoka and Zhong Yuanzhong also fought from this floor to the lower floor, destroying countless equipment along the way.

After seeing their destructive power, what kind of armed forces fled the scene, fearing that they would be affected.

Osamu Dazai couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew that Mori Ogai had long regarded everything in the port mafia as his property.

Pervert lover/children/Mr. Sen, his heart is bleeding.

Ever since Mori Ogai found an excuse to keep Alice by his side, saying that she was his daughter, but actually doing things, no matter how others see it, it doesn't feel right.

Although it is said that the image of the leader's waste is more popular, but Osamu Dazai has been criticized more seriously because of his beautiful appearance.

Constrained by his current weak position, Dazai Osamu should not be too aggressive in revenge against those who spread rumors, which really took his breath away.

Looking at the inside of the port mafia that was flying like dogs and dogs, Osamu Dazai was so proud that he almost raised his tail, and even got a lot closer to Tsukimi Ritsu.

"Sir, let's go buy a hair tie for Miss Alice according to Mr. Mori's instructions."

Under the dense monitors, the juvenile black-haired boy took the initiative to hold Tsukimi Riko's hand.

Osamu Dazai noticed Hisoka's figure was still wanton through reflection.

He ruled out that the "Heroic Spirit" was created by the supernatural power of "Kurolo".

Walking down the street, the two looked like brothers.

It's a pity that they ended up standing in the out-of-fit girls' section.

"Mr. Mori is disgusting." Dazai Osamu looked around at the little girl's exquisite headbands, and yawned, "Take one back and return to work."

There are all boys in the family, and Tsukimi Ritsu couldn't tell whether the black and red lace headband looks better, or the simple bright yellow one.

After pondering for a while, in order to prevent him from going back to Mori Ogai’s aesthetics, he pointed to all the headbands on display, and said to the clerk, “Wrap them all up, it’s troublesome.”

The lady clerk nodded and couldn't help thinking wildly.

Such a handsome gentleman took a beautiful little boy covered in bandages, and bought some things for little girls...

She couldn't make up her mind whether to call the police, and she hesitated to glance at the mobile phone on the table from time to time while packing.

"Don't call the police~" Edogawa Ranpo passing by scooped up the ice cream with a small plastic spoon, and said to the clerk sister, "It's not what you think."

Knotashi Yuhito followed and nodded, he didn't know what Mr. Ranpo had discovered, so nodding was right anyway.

Having seen Edogawa Ranpo's super reasoning ability, the child has become a loyal supporter of Mr. Ranpo.

The clerk's sister thought she was an acquaintance of the customer, and awkwardly pulled her hair by her ears.

Looking at Tsukimi Ritsu on the other side from the corner of the eye, seeing that he didn't pay attention to him, he let out a long breath.

"Very sorry." She apologized to Edogawa Ranpo.

Knotaba Yuhito scooped a big scoop of ice cream and put it into his mouth as well, he was so cold that he inhaled softly.

"Hurry up and finish eating, it will be terrible if the president finds out." Edogawa poked his head in dissatisfaction after looking at the amount of ice cream.

Knotabagi Yuhito nodded quickly.

At home, Brother Zhongye is only willing to give him a small stick of ice cream for a week, and he refuses to let go of acting like a baby to Mr. Zhongyuan.

Sure enough, you have to follow Mr. Ranpo when you eat snacks.The child who secretly ate ice cream thought happily.

Osamu Dazai stood next to Tsukimi Rito, only feeling that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower.

He was wondering if he hated people from the Armed Detective Agency, but he didn't realize that he just saw a good boy secretly eating such a big bowl of ice cream outside!

Tsukimi Ritou squinted his eyes, no wonder Youren has gained a few catties despite eating less these days.

Every time he and Chuya tried to question the child, they were fooled by Hisuhito's dazzling smile.

The two thought that with the physical fitness of Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren, nothing serious would happen. Now it seems that the child is not lying, but acting like a baby is too proficient.

Yuzu Yujin suddenly felt his nose itch, and couldn't help rubbing it, "Ah Chirp—"

The childish voice resounded through the shopping mall.

Edogawa was in a hurry, reaching out to grab the ice cream in his hand.

Still biting his own box of ice cream scoops in his mouth, Luanbu's usually calm expression showed a bit of panic.

"It's over, absolutely don't let the president know. Yuuhito is not allowed to catch a cold! Otherwise, I will steal ice cream by myself in the future!" Edogawa raised the child's share in Luanbu, and refused to hand it over.

Knotweed Youruhito puffed up his cheeks, obediently didn't say anything, and he also felt guilty.

Holding hands together, I whispered a prayer in my heart: Don’t catch a cold, it’s over if Brother Zhongye finds out.

Osamu Dazai noticed the episode of the detective agency.

Well, the temperature is back up.

Tsukimi Ritsu didn't explain anything, and walked out of the shopping mall with Dazai Osamu.

Some organizations have already received the news and became restless, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.

After the turmoil, the port mafia was infiltrated into a sieve under the seesaw of all parties. It is really a waste.

Osamu Dazai thought about it again, it's not surprising that Mori Ogai's laissez-faire contributed to this situation.

Jian Guanyi from the intelligence department also helped. Of course, the core information was well protected by him.

At the door of the coffee shop, a figure in a plush hat turned in their direction.

Tsukimi Risu stopped in his tracks, and lightly pressed Dazai Osamu's shoulder, signaling him to stop.

It was Fyodor who finally turned around.

The moment Osamu Dazai looked up at Fyodor, the Russian was surprised and noticed something strange.

He didn't die?Wait, the eyes are strange, could it be... amnesia?

Fyodor directly attributed to the handwriting of Ritsutsu Tsukimi.

In an instant, he opened his mouth and said: "I didn't expect to see you here, and Dazai-kun. My honor."

Osamu Dazai's eyes flickered, another personality had contact with "Majin"?

Tsukimi Ritsu recalled the summoning qualification bound by Fyodor, and an idea flashed in his mind.

He felt the ultimate intent of the thief, yes, it happened to be stuck on the teleportation...

"Sorry, we still have something to do."

Uncharacteristically a little tough, he took Dazai Osamu's hand.

Osamu Dazai moved his fingers slightly, but did not break away from him.

Fyodor tactfully turned sideways to make room.

The two brushed past the Russians and walked into the blind corner of the surveillance. A light flashed across the street. Osamu Dazai realized something was wrong and was about to turn around. He controlled the strength with one hand and grabbed his jaw.

"He is summoning the heroic spirit, we must go back immediately." Tsukimi Riko quietly framed the Russians.

Osamu Dazai's pupils constricted, "Kurolo" squatted down at some point, following the strength of the opponent, Osamu Dazai nestled back into the opponent's arms.

Under the instant movement of the bookmark page, and in the blink of an eye, the two had returned to the back alley of the port mafia.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ilmi suddenly appeared in front of Fyodor. Behind him, the fading summoning circle silently explained everything.