After creating the vest, I joined the script team

"Why didn't you speak?"

The young man slowly put away the umbrella, his long and narrow brown eyes were bent, revealing an overly soft smile.

Osamu Dazai was the first to break the silence. The boy patted the dust off his body, and smiled cutely, "The Lord is here."

"Are you embarrassed?" Nietzsche chuckled, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Osamu Dazai sneered in his heart, even if he wanted to know what this deep-hearted Nietzsche would say?

Osamu Dazai was quite aware of this, so instead of asking, he chose to provoke: "I heard that your ideas in Germany are not recognized."

"Humans are creatures who like to whitewash the peace. Is it really difficult to admit that you are inferior to others?" Nietzsche asked with raised eyebrows.

What Nietzsche inherited was Tomomori Miyazaki's "self", which completely changed its tone after being soaked in the will to power. From the outside, he seemed to be a person who advocated the law of the jungle.

"But I think your ideas are useless."

It doesn't take much to piss off a philosopher, just negate his efforts and destroy their pride.

"Haha, are you saying this to annoy me?"

Nietzsche jumped down from the beams of the roof with his umbrella in his arms. He didn't have the slightest bit of sullen expression on his face, but he still had a cheerful smile on his face.

"What would you do if I said yes?"

"Of course it fulfills your wish..." The young man was obviously in a good mood, and even agreed to this weird request, "I recognize the strong, and you will definitely become a strong one, so I don't mind being friends with you .”

In Nietzsche's thinking, fulfilling Osamu Dazai's request is tantamount to making friends.

Saying so, the young man pulled out the handle of the umbrella, and stabbed with the rapier at an extremely fast speed. The black-clothed boy in front of him bent over sideways with a look on his face, but his collar was still cut by the extremely soft blade of the sword.

Not getting a blow, Nietzsche threw the sword directly and rushed forward.

With force from the calf, the first move directly hit the opponent's lower body to make his center of gravity unstable, and then grabbed Dazai Osamu and threw the boy out.

Osamu Dazai rolled on the ground and stood up with a pale face. Nietzsche in front of him didn't continue to chase, but played like a cat and a mouse.

"How? I have satisfied your request."

"Oh, I didn't expect to be so satisfied..." Osamu Dazai said with a pale face, who was already dislocated before covering himself, "I wanted to ask you for information, but I didn't expect you to start fighting directly with a smile on your face." .”

"Huh? Could it be that I got it wrong? But I see that this is what other people look like when they are irritated."

"But you're obviously not angry."

The tone of the two people was calm, and their attitudes were not like enemies at all. Instead, they seemed like good friends who had been bickering for many years, but the cold and depressing aura around them showed the contest between the two sides.

Nietzsche: "Indeed, I am not angry, but this is your request, so I will try to look angry."

Nietzsche was a lunatic, and Osamu Dazai knew this. After all, Tagore had repeatedly emphasized this matter before, but he did not expect Nietzsche to be so crazy.

That guy clearly knew his purpose, and he was clearly not angry, but he still intentionally acted like a human being when he was angry. It would be too careless to say it was a disguise, but if he said it was not, he would still do exactly what he should do when angry Out.

Osamu Dazai didn't know whether to call this guy too arrogant or too crazy.

He hugged his arm and said roguely: "You beat me up, shouldn't you tell me something?"

Nietzsche: "I didn't promise you anything."

"Nietzsche, you will be hated by others..." Osamu Dazai still had a playful smile on his face, as if he was not being beaten just now, but just having fun, "You have been paid, how can you Don't tell me what I want to know."

"Remuneration?" Nietzsche pointed his lips with his index finger, thought for a while and said, "Well, although I got angry according to your request, I should pay you for beating you up, so what do you want to know Woolen cloth?"

"Can you tell me, what did you and Tagore agree on in private?"

This time Osamu Dazai didn't beat around the bush, he asked directly after having personally experienced Nietzsche's madness.

"sure……"

The young man walked over slowly, put his arms on the tense boy, lowered his head and smiled playfully.

"You are curious why I didn't kill Tagore?"

"I satisfy your curiosity."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he breathed lightly, and glanced at Tagore who looked surprised beside him from the corner of his eye.

"Because Tagore will become a new member of [Fa], Dazai-kun, do you know the conditions for changing members of [Fa]?"

Osamu Dazai's heart sank, and he quickly reached for the gun in his pocket.

The gun that was just drawn was knocked out, and the young man's voice rang in his ears: "As long as you kill the members of the [Fa] organization, you can become a new member."

That’s how it is. Members of [Fa] cannot hurt each other, but outsiders can. Killing someone with a borrowed knife is borrowing a real knife. Do you want to use Tagore to kill Hugo?

Why did Tagore discover the identity of the members of [France], and Nietzsche silenced him after he knew it, and then used Hugo's soft-heartedness to force Hugo back to [France].

False, all false, Tagore told Osamu Dazai false information, let him make a wrong judgment.

Osamu Dazai was misled to ignore one point. In fact, after the important information is known, there is another solution besides silence, which is to join.

"Tagore was afraid of death. In order to survive, he had to join [Fa], and to join [Fa] he had to kill a member. Your purpose was not to force Hugo back to [Fa]."

"That's right, I just wanted to kill Hugo and bring Tagore back from the beginning to the end."

The young man's words stayed in Dazai Zhi's ears in the end, and he was knocked unconscious when his vision went dark.

"What the hell?" Tagore, who watched the choking operation and couldn't understand Nietzsche's common sense at all, was full of confusion.

Why did Osamu Dazai provoke Nietzsche on purpose?Why did Nietzsche say with a smile that he was angry?What are these two people doing?

Nietzsche glanced at Tagore and said bluntly, "I never thought you would understand."

"Nietzsche, what do you mean!" Tagore's eyes widened, and he flung his teeth and claws skillfully at him.

An umbrella handle was drawn on Tagore's face, and the young man's tone was filled with helpless contempt: "You don't need to worry about it, the matter has been dealt with anyway, you can finish it."

What to do well, what to finish, is obviously Osamu Dazai's way of thinking, and you stepped into it madly and cheerfully, quite cooperatively.

Tagore, who disagreed with the two, rubbed the shoulder that had just been pulled by the handle of the umbrella and asked angrily, "Why did you tell Osamu Dazai about this?"

Isn't this tricking him?

"There is a loophole in the reason you are looking for. He has already found out that something is wrong. He has to guess. Is it not good for me to tell him directly?" Nietzsche, who looked at things from a different perspective, asked directly, "When do you plan to move? If Osamu Dazai It won’t be easy for you to fight Hugo again after you wake up.”

"I'm going right now."

When it came to business, Tagore's expression also calmed down: "Things have to be dealt with first."

How can you kick Hugo out if you don't finish weaving the script.

"Where's that kid?"

"I have asked him to call his family..." Tagore said softly, "The people in Hong Kong will definitely take good care of him."

It's just right to leave Tsunayoshi Sawada to the fainted Dazai Osamu, so as to save him trouble, there will be no accidents with Hong Kong gangsters in Tsunayoshi Sawada, and the two of them betrayed [Ryu] in front of Osamu Dazai, In this way, the [law] will not be involved in the [law].

The two of them left the safe house without looking at it while talking.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, he could only see the darkened sky through the roof.

The boy got up and pulled the wound again, and took it out of his pocket with a pale face.

"Odasaku, are you there?"

"What's wrong Dazai?"

The voice of his friend on the other end of the phone made him calm down again: "Now go to the first safe house arranged by Tagore to check on Hugo's situation."

"I see." Oda Sakunosuke didn't have any doubts about this matter, and asked in a quite calm tone, "Dazai, if you need any other help, just tell me."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment. He knew that something was wrong with him, which worried Oda Sakunosuke. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths and said, "You will call Tagore later when I come over."

"Call up?"

"Well, you can call him and he will tell you about it."

After hanging up the phone, Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the sky and closed his eyes again.

In fact, he himself knew that it was too late, Hugo must have had a problem after so long, but...

"That, that big brother? Are you okay?"

Nuo Nuo's voice sounded from the closet next to him, Osamu Dazai thought of the previous sniping and asked casually, "Where are you from?"

"Brother Tuosi told me that I belong to Peng Gelie..." Tsunayoshi Zetian in the cabinet replied obediently.

"Vongola, Vongola, it's actually Pengole... Puff, hahaha." Osamu Dazai covered his face and laughed abruptly. His iris-colored eyes were suppressed and hollow, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, " Peng Lie, Mr. Sen will be very happy to hear that, I wonder if it is possible to lend the little man out?"

The raised voice became stable again, and Osamu Dazai asked lightly, "What's your name?"

"Kokichi Sawada."

"Very good, Zetian-kun, please call your family."

With the requirement of befriending Pengelie, it shouldn't be difficult for Mr. Jean Sen to hunt down the guy who offended Pengelie, right?

Osamu Dazai picked up the puzzled boy, and quickly ran out of the slum. He parked a car outside.

Hurry up, hurry up, there should be time!

Absolutely in time!

Putting the child on the back seat, Osamu Dazai stepped on the accelerator and pressed the phone while racing.

"Hey, Mr. Sen, I wonder if you are interested in Pengo Lie?"

"Dazai-kun..." The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was calm, "We always have to eat every bite, and we haven't finished our business yet."

It is not whimsical, but crazy that Hong Kong and black want to organize against the old Italian brands before they gain a foothold in Japan.

Although Mori Ogai is ambitious, he is not stupid, but he also knows that Osamu Dazai is not an idiot, and he would ask this question inexplicably because of what happened.

"Dazai-kun, just tell me what happened."

"Vongola's lost heir is with me. I don't know if Mr. Sen wants to win Vengola's friendship?" The young man's voice was light and light, but with another kind of bloody thickness.

"Uh..." The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and after a while, Sen Owai directly issued an order, "Dazai-kun, if you want to do anything, do it, I will contact the various departments, and they will do whatever they want." You dispatch."

When Osamu Dazai drove to the previous safe house, the owner inside had completely disappeared. He brought down the dizzy kid in the car, looked directly at Sakunosuke Oda and asked, "Oda When did you arrive?"

"Not long ago."

"Is there something going on around here?"

"A black Toyota sedan with a black plate on a yellow background was driven away."

"Black on a yellow background? Looks like a light car for personal use."

Osamu Dazai directly pressed the phone and ordered the intelligence team of Hong Kong and black: "Let all the subordinate organizations find a black Toyota car for me."