Wenhao is my vest

Ango Sakaguchi's unfortunate day began with a phone call.

When he was woken up by the phone ringing at three o'clock in the morning, he thought it was another overtime notice from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.But when he took the phone from the bedside table and looked at it, the name displayed on the screen woke up his slightly confused mind.

Ango Sakaguchi felt dizzy for a moment.Still, after a few deep breaths, he tremblingly pressed the on button.

"Dazai." He asked the person on the other end of the phone, "It's so late, why are you calling me?"

Sakaguchi thought calmly: The situation that made Osamu Dazai call him in such a hurry, could it not be Yokohama... No, the world is about to be destroyed?

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Don't worry Ango, no country will press the button to launch a nuclear bomb at three o'clock in the morning."

Dazai Osamu's usual frivolous attitude made Sakaguchi Ango slightly relieved:

"So why did you come to me suddenly? It's not because you have nothing to do and want to chat with me, right?"

Dazai Osamu laughed: "Although it is true to some extent..." After hearing Ango Sakaguchi's angry questioning, he finally corrected his attitude a little bit, "Actually, it is my personal matter. But it may also be a big event related to Yokohama, so I decided to call you."

"Does that mean you're not sure about the seriousness of the matter?"

When the topic came to this point, Ango Sakaguchi heard the sound of water drops falling on the ground from the loudspeaker.

If it was someone else, he would definitely feel that it was raining on the other side.However, it was Dazai Osamu who called him now.

Sakaguchi Ango exhaled, and asked as calmly as possible: "Why is there a sound of water over there?"

Osamu Dazai let out a "ah", glanced at his wet bottom, and replied in a cheerful tone: "Just now, the lady clerk at the convenience store told me that canned crab meat is out of stock, Ango, can you understand that there are so many crab meat in the world? There's such a sad thing—"

"I couldn't bear such a huge blow, so I jumped into a certain river when I was passing by."

really.

Ango Sakaguchi pinched the bridge of his nose in pain: "You bastard... Apologize to the innocent canned crab meat."

"So you climbed up from the river by yourself now? It's the first time I've seen you, Dazai, have such a strong desire to survive."

"Thank you for the compliment~" Osamu Dazai was answering Sakaguchi's words on the surface, but in fact, the thoughts in his mind had drifted far away.

Contrary to what Ango Sakaguchi thought, Dazai didn't choose this time on purpose to call him.

Two hours ago, Osamu Dazai watched a wonderful show in the river.

He was floating down the river at the time.Due to suffocation, Osamu Dazai's consciousness was struggling between lucidity and chaos. Just before he completely fell into a coma, he heard the sound of a battle that was not too intense from the river bank.

Osamu Dazai looked up and realized that he had drifted to the pier belonging to the port mafia before he knew it.

"It's not good..." The thoughts of not wanting to be discovered and the unhappiness of being interrupted after entering the water were intertwined, prompting Osamu Dazai to do a somewhat subtle thing.

He found a blind spot that people on the shore would never be able to find, and just soaked in the water and began to watch the development of the plot on the pier.

The scene on the pier at this time seemed a little funny.

The mafia in black clothes, black trousers and black sunglasses surrounded a young man with fat hair, and confronted another person at a distance.

From Dazai Osamu's perspective, he couldn't see the man's appearance, but he was wearing a mouse-gray kimono, his long white hair was loosely scattered, and he was wearing a pair of black short boots.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was standing opposite him, also glanced at the suspicious guy in front of him, and put on a vigilant attitude: "Who are you? What do you want to do on the territory of our port mafia?"

After listening to Zhong Yuan's words, the handsome man, who was not at all modern in his attire and seemed to be in the second half of his twenties, only responded with a question: "Port Mafia? What is that?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid." Nakahara Zhongya replied, "Suddenly appeared on the pier... Are you a supernatural being with the ability to teleport?"

The tone of the white-haired man sounded even more confused: "Supernatural? I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Although he couldn't see his face, judging by his tone of voice and body movements, Osamu Dazai believed that this person probably wasn't lying.

This unexpected discovery made Dazai refreshed all of a sudden: "Hmph... I never thought that such an interesting thing would happen to me when I entered the water late at night."

He looked over with more interest than before.

Zhong Yuan kept looking at the man in front of him suspiciously.

And the man with white hair and black eyes looked back with confused and innocent eyes.

After struggling for less than half a minute, Zhong Yuanzhong made a decision: "Then you go to Hong Kong with us first, you should know that you are suspicious, right?"

"I don't know about this kind of thing!"

The man closed his eyes in pain: "And I will definitely not go to the headquarters of the mafia at that port with you. I just came out for a stroll and wandered into the mafia. If Mr. Zhongyuan knew about it, he would definitely be laughed at Die! Maybe he will beat you up! I absolutely don't want to go with you, even if I die!"

A passage with too many slots made Zhong Yuan Zhong also silent for a while.After half a minute, he found the most important part of this sentence: "Mr. Zhongyuan?"

Zhongyuan is a surname that is not considered popular but not niche.If he only saw these two characters on the street, Zhong Yuanzhong would certainly not have any thoughts.But if it came out of the mouth of a man who seemed suspicious in any way...

"Hey," the man tilted his head, and commented bitterly, "I didn't expect you, Mr. Mafia, to be interested in a short slug."

His attitude of not caring about Nakahara Chuya's two Nilins made Osamu Dazai almost expose his position because he couldn't hold back his laughter.

As Dazai expected, Zhongyuan Zhong was also furious.

The red light that suddenly appeared spread all over the young man's body, exuding a daunting pressure: "Don't you even know about me?! Just now you pretended not to know what the port mafia looks like? What do you mean? "

"...But," the man's voice sounded more aggrieved, "I really don't know you. Although you are indeed short, sir, that doesn't make that sentence a proof that I'm laughing at your height!"

Osamu Dazai almost died laughing.

The extreme anger made Nakahara calm down: "The 'short slug' you just said," he emphasized the pronunciation of these four words, "is it referring to that Mr. Nakahara?"

The white-haired man replied cautiously: "Yes."

Nakahara Chuya's tone sounded a little gentle: "What's the full name of that Mr. Nakahara?"

The white-haired man became more cautious: "... Chuya Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered and took a step towards him: "I will not take you back to the port mafia, you can die here."

"Why!" The man was very confused, "Isn't it a collision of names?!"

The only response to him was the extremely distorted facial expressions of the mafia on the opposite side, and the spreading silence.

"..." The man peeked out the embarrassing truth from the silence, and couldn't hold back his wailing, "Isn't it?! I can even encounter things like bumping into names and traits? Although I know I'm really lucky. But it’s not enough, is it? It’s not going to let me be fed to sharks by sinking into the sea like this!”

"And after all, our Mr. Zhongyuan is a professional poet writer, and it is absolutely impossible to have anything to do with the mafia!"

The anger that Zhongyuan Zhongye was full of was almost drowned out by his speech: "...I don't care about you."

He felt that his rhythm had been skewed by this strange guy: "Let's go back to the topic at the beginning. Who are you?"

"My name is Shuji Tsushima," the man replied quickly, "I'm a writer who is so ordinary and so unremarkable that he can't attract the attention of the Mafia."

Tsushima tentatively said: "...It won't be a hit this time, right?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai's cheerful expression froze suddenly.

I thought this matter would not have much to do with me...

Dazai thought about it.

On the surface, the name "Shuji Tsushima" is indeed not attractive.

Of course, the premise is that this is not Osamu Dazai's real name.

Osamu Dazai certainly had parents before he met Mori Ogai, and his family name at that time was Shuji Tsushima.However, after leaving that home, he changed his name to Dazai Osamu, and has continued to use it to this day after erasing all traces of the former name.

In other words, theoretically, there shouldn't be anyone in Yokohama who knows the name Shuji Tsushima.

Combined with the previous "Mr. Nakahara", Osamu Dazai doesn't think this is just an accidental collision.

Osamu Dazai's first reaction was to suspect that this was a poor performance by the Majin.But soon, he vetoed this idea, because revealing too many clues so casually was really not like the handwriting of Fyodor D, a man with dark mouse habits.

Is the target the port mafia, the armed detective agency, or... the whole of Yokohama?

Osamu Dazai was in no mood to listen anymore.He climbed onto the shore at the blind spot of those people's sight, and dialed Ango Sakaguchi's phone number.

**

The questioning voice on the phone interrupted his memory: "So why are you looking for me? You don't come here to tell me that the canned crab meat is out of stock, right?"

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai pondered for two seconds, and told Ango Sakaguchi the appearance of the man, "I hope you can help me pay attention to this superhuman named Shuji Tsushima."

"What is he going to do with Yokohama?"

"No." Osamu Dazai knew that the person on the other side of the phone could not see, but he still shook his head, "Ango, as far as the current situation is concerned, this is just my personal request."

"The identity of a previous friend."

After half a minute, Osamu Dazai heard a helpless sigh from the other end of the phone:

"...Understood. I will help you investigate."