After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The owner of the coffee shop is a kind and gentlemanly person. He seems to know Dazai very well. When serving them curry, he pretended to be angry and ordered the table in front of Dazai, complaining: "You can't bring your friends How about a steak at the coffee shop?"

Then, when he turned his head and looked at Oz, the boss put on a decent smile again: "Although curry is a special feature, I hope you can taste our new steak when you come next time."

Oz was a little flattered.

In the past, he and Dazai had few chances to go to the store to eat together, and Dazai's route was usually fixed at the bar in the deep alley when they met——lupin.

Ozzy remembered the name of the bar, although he didn't go there often, but almost every time he went, the bar owner and bartender would come to his side, complaining about how many good drinks Dazai bought from him for nothing recently.

Even the good things stored in the safe in the bar can be easily obtained by Dazai.

When the boss gritted his teeth and said Dazai's title—the King of Yokohama Lockpicks—he was holding a hockey puck in his hand, and was using a fork to break up the ice cubes little by little, modifying it into a more circular shape.

Of course, Oz felt that the boss took the ice cube in his hand for Dazai's head.

Now in this coffee shop, the owner's attitude towards Dazai is actually friendly to the naked eye.

Also invite yourself to a good steak.

Perhaps it was because the shock on Ozzy's face was too obvious, the boss stopped turning and leaving, and turned his head gracefully—"Guest, do you have any questions?"

Ozzy coughed lightly, and when Dazai turned his head to scare the colleague at the next table who was issued a good friend card, he lowered his voice: "I just think that Dazai has such a good relationship with you, he used to be in other stores Credit, so... well, that's about it."

The owner of the coffee shop seems to have a little understanding of Dazai's too much. This understanding may come from the internal communication network between the catering industry, or it may come from other channels.

Anyway, the boss showed an "I see" expression.

"Dazai has changed a lot."

Oz smiled.

"Although it is still on credit, his workplace is upstairs, so it is very convenient for us to ask for the account."

Oz's smile froze.

The original, the original is still the same?

The curry is home-cooked, with a little bit of spiciness. After eating, Ozzy leaned on the seat, and some understood why this coffee shop was in the news because of the curry.

I'm sorry boss, Ozzy apologized secretly from the bottom of his heart. Compared with coffee, curry is more delicious.

After the meal, Dazai really had no intention of paying. After greeting his colleagues, he led Ozzy out with a normal expression.

Ozzy nodded to the curious gazers outside the window.

"Want to get to know them?" Dazai leaned on Ozzy's shoulder and waved inside with him, "Then bring Ozzy to work tomorrow."

"Now...how about taking you for a stroll?"

Dazai's shopping is really just a shopping.He didn't know where to borrow a red sports car, and then sat in the driver's seat by himself.

"Go over there and look at the sea."

With that said, Dazai skillfully ignited the engine.

Ozzy didn't know that, in fact, everyone who knew Dazai had silently made a rule against letting Dazai hold the steering wheel.

Dazai opened the door of the passenger seat for him, and he sat in obediently.

As for the shouting from outside after the door closed—

Dazai stepped on the accelerator with a smile: "They are just expressing their envy for us being able to hang out together."

"Speaking of which, Dazai, is it still your working time? Is it okay to take me out?"

"It's okay, my colleagues are very gentle and will help me with today's work."

Dazai replied with a smile.

Not only today's work, but also past work and future work will be handled together.

The Armed Detective Agency is really a harmonious and friendly company.

There are not many tourists on the Yokohama coastline on weekdays, so Dazai parked the car in a remote location with ease.

The road was not repaired there, and they drove for more than ten minutes on the road mixed with gravel and sand, leaving the gorgeous hotel on the coast far away.

Fortunately, the performance of the sports car is superior. Under such harsh road conditions, the people in the car can reach their destination steadily.

The slight shaking and the warm sunshine made Ozzy drowsy.

He rolled down the car window, and the sea-salt-smelling wind blew in, which made the increasingly intense drowsiness gradually subside.

Dazai's original intention was to find some songs to listen to, but what he didn't expect was that the car stereo vibrated suddenly, and the rock music that was so intense that it seemed about to explode immediately scared the two people in the car.

Oz shook his head, looked at Dazai, and laughed together.

Dazai rummaged through the cabinet in the overturned car, found another CD, put it in, and the result was another extremely fast-paced symphony.

He sighed, chose to turn off the stereo, and the car returned to calm.

In addition to Ozzy's laughter, there is the sound of the waves.

Dazai leaned his face on the steering wheel, hunched over and looked at Ozzy: "You get sleepy when you're full, you're not a vampire, you're a little pig monster."

Ozzy flicked Dazai's forehead several times angrily.

The sea in Yokohama is beautiful.

The car was parked under the shade of a tree, and the sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the leaves. The stars were dotted, as beautiful as the night sky during the day.

Ozzy leaned on the car window and stretched out his hand towards the sun, and then the stars fell into his palm.

The soft sand is covered with different types of shells, some are plain white, while others sparkle with colorful lights in the sun.

Occasionally, the shells and sand dunes will stir suddenly, and sometimes a red claw will sweep away the surrounding sand and sneak out.It was a small crab, too small to eat, but very cute.

There are also coconut trees by the sea, which are said to be coconut trees, but none of their heads bear fruit. On the contrary, in the scenic spot just passing by, many shops have put fresh coconut juice.

Dazai said that the coconut trees here are all transplanted because the climate is not suitable. Although they can survive, they cannot grow coconuts.

This made Ozzy a little bit regretful, he originally planned to find the biggest coconut for Dazai.

Peaceful time always makes people habitually let themselves go.

Ozzy has experienced countless "empties" before, but never felt like this one-peaceful, joyful.

No one in the car spoke, and Ozzy could vaguely feel Dazai's gaze on him. He didn't get out of the car, but just sat, maintaining the posture of holding the stars with his hands.

The sea breeze made his sleepy eyes dim, so he followed his heart and closed his eyes.

The shade of the trees blocked the sunlight, so the light in front of my eyes was comfortable, not dazzling, and not too dark.

The waves wash over the beach over and over again, taking away the sand and bringing some gifts from the ocean.

Fishing boats can be seen vaguely on the coastline.

In fact, Yokohama had a fishing ban before, but too many people depended on the ocean for their lives, and the ban was finally lifted.

It's just that within the sphere of influence of the port mafia, the fishermen consciously abide by the unwritten rules-whale hunting is not allowed.

Many people think that the leaders of the Hong Kong gangsters especially like this kind of creatures, so they issued such an order on purpose. Only a few people know that, Mori Ogai said, this order is also to protect Yokohama.

The forces of nature are irresistible to man.

Dazai was a little distracted, he looked at Ozzy's back, and didn't want to move away for a long time.

In fact, the detective agency is not idle recently. He just got information from Hong Kong gangsters that foreign forces are spending a lot of money to find people and tigers. Now he should make a good plan for the future.

But no one knew that the perennially silent notification tone on Dazai's phone suddenly rang.

There is always an APP stored in Dazai's mobile phone, the name is very simple, only two letters.

O and Z.

OZ.

He didn't tell anyone what it meant, so when he saw a red dot suddenly appear on the silent APP that day, his colleagues all looked at the glass he accidentally broke with shocked eyes, There is a small sofa that was knocked crooked because of running out in a hurry.

Later, following the guidance of the APP, he came to the location marked on the map.

A violent wave rolled and hit the reef.

Dazai regained consciousness instantly.

He unbuckled his seat belt, reached out and pinched Ozzy's neck, and asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Oz didn't answer.

Dazai got out of the car, went around to the window of Ozzy, leaned against Ozzy's side, squinting his eyes to enjoy the blowing of the sea breeze.

The sand on the ground perfectly concealed the sound of his footsteps.

Ozzy tilted his head, resting his head on his arms, his back slowly rising and falling.

He looked at Ozzy's palm and laughed, "So I'm playing with this."

Dazai also stretched out his hand, imitating Ozzy's way to catch the sunshine.

There is a warm feeling in the palm of your hand.

"Children."

Ozzy didn't jump up and hit Dazai on the head like before.

Dazai suppressed his smile and looked into the distance.

"It's so strange that you actually appeared here."

He didn't know whether to tell others, or simply talking to himself, and he was silent for a while before continuing.

"You must have been very good at playing hide-and-seek before, and you could easily clean up all your traces. If it wasn't for... I would wonder if I was dreaming about my previous experience."

"What should I do? You suddenly disappeared and appeared again. I almost couldn't think about it. Is your appearance this time reminding me not to forget the feeling of loss, or is fate giving me the last chance to seize it?" ?”

"Can I keep you?"

No one responded.

The quiet shore is like a no-man's land, except for Dazai's voice, nothing else can be heard.

Dazai was silent for a long time, squatted down and groped for a while, then suspended his clenched fist above Ozzy's palm.

"Gift."

He said softly, and the next second, his hand was released.

Small shells fell into Ozzy's hands, overlapping with the sunlight in his palm.

"I have lost my treasure, Oz, and a wicked thief has taken him away."

"Since you have accepted the gift, you have to help me find the treasure, understand?"

The slight sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

The driver's door was not opened.

Dazai stood in the sunlight, putting the jewel on his wrist in front of his eyes.

In the car, Ozzy was flustered and squeezed the shells, and finally put them in his pocket.

Some people have learned what it means to buy and sell by force after years of scouring.

this is not good.

Oz pursed his lips, the breeze could hardly take away the heat in his body.

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