Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"An organization in Yokohama, that's all." Kurikawa Soryu replied earnestly, he had secretly noticed some Dazai Osamu's thoughts, those hidden under the cynicism and willful behavior, some Dazai himself may not have noticed of hesitation.

"However, Yamaguchi Xing was executed by the head of the port mafia two years ago." Yamaguchi Xing was the name used by Kurikawa Soryu's mother before she got married. The boy's words were like whispers, but they were clear, terrifying, and merciless Carefully open those old wounds.

"Stop talking, Dazai." A red-haired man appeared from around the corner, saving Kurikawa from this weird atmosphere.

"Stop talking if you don't want to hurt others, Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke calmly watched the black-haired boy with blue eyes. As the eldest of the three present, he had a very convincing aura. , "If you are uneasy, just say it bluntly, otherwise you will only be misunderstood by others."

"It's just a routine investigation of suspicious persons." Dazai Osamu returned to his usual smiling state, put his hands in his pockets, and said casually, and the cold aura around him disappeared as quickly as melting snow.Those iris-colored eyes met Soryu Kurikawa's for a moment, and then quickly moved away. The corner of the boy's black coat suddenly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Seeing the back of Osamu Dazai leaving, Oda shrugged helplessly: "It's getting late, Kurikawa, let me take you back."

Just as he was about to step into the elevator, Kurikawa Soryu suddenly heard the faint voice of a child, as if coming from the deepest part of the confinement room, which made him a little concerned.

"Mr. Oda, did you hear any voice?" When the young man with black hair asked, the voice had already disappeared, and Sakunosuke Oda found nothing, so he had to give up, but Kurikawa quietly remembered this episode in his heart. Some worries.

The two walked side by side in the streets of Yokohama late at night in silence, holding a steaming oden just bought from a convenience store in their hands.

Kurikawa picked out his favorite radish from inside, and just took a bite, when Shin heard the voice of the red-haired young man next to him, which made him startled.

"Hiss, what's the matter, Mr. Oda." The feeling of being burned is really bad, but fortunately, it didn't drip on the clothes, Kurikawa secretly thanked himself, and turned his head to look in the direction of Oda Sakunosuke.

"Are you okay? Don't pay too much attention to what Dazai said." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the young man in front of him worriedly. As one of the witnesses to the tragedy for the Kurikawa family, he felt that even if Dazai was killed It was only natural that Kurikawa hated it.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't take it to heart. Dazai was also worried that I would become the enemy of the port mafia. The port mafia back then is different from the current port mafia, and I can tell the difference." Kurikawa said with a smile, drinking After taking a sip of soup, the round glasses were covered with white mist by the heat.He had already seen what happened back then, and even the culprit had already died, so he really wasn't someone who could transfer hatred to innocent people.

But Osamu Dazai's psychological problems, Kurikawa recalled a few experiences with Dazai, even he, who has relatively little contact with him, can feel it, maybe he should pay more attention as Chiron just work.

Hearing Kurikawa's words, for some reason, Oda Sakunosuke seemed to recall something, and his face became more serious: "I'm sorry about your parents."

"That's not Mr. Oda's fault! Mr. Oda was able to cover my eyes at that time, and my father and I are very grateful."

"Really? That's all I can do." The red-haired young man smiled wryly, but he managed to pull himself together.He looked at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself, but couldn't help but think of the high school student who strayed into the mafia activity area of ​​the port with his schoolbag on his back.

That was not the first time he faced the scene of executing a traitor, but it was the most unforgettable one.A woman with a shattered jaw and no visible head is still struggling, and a man who is her husband wants to shoot his wife three times in front of his children.

All he could do was to get the student out of sight before the gunfire rang out.This also made him unable to help but marvel at the tenacity of human nature and the optimism of a young soul whenever he saw Kurikawa's sunny and non-haze smile and those firm and unshakable eyes behind the lens.

Kurikawa and Oda Sakunosuke said goodbye at the intersection, but when they returned home, they had trouble with the key in their hands. Since Osamu Dazai gave it to him by name, it is naturally impossible for him to transfer it to others so easily.It is not necessarily a bad thing to say that this is a bad thing. It is true that he has a house left by his parents and does not worry about rent, but it is not a problem to have such a profitable bar empty there.

"How about building an underground stronghold for the 'Story Club'?" the voice of the old man Roaming Mountain sounded suddenly, which gave Kurikawa Soryu great inspiration.

"Yes, some vests that look close to humans may be used to temporarily serve as waiters, and the safety will be greatly improved. Although there are still many gems Alcha Hale that can be used to recall the vests, it is definitely right to save a little use. It is really great Thank you for your proposal!" Lifa youth enthusiastically began to plan the future of the bar, this idea that was just a flash of inspiration at first is slowly getting on the right track.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, a sharpshooter who has become famous in this world in just half a month."

In the barbecue restaurant on the commercial street, a man in a suit politely declined the waiter's attention, and went straight to sit down opposite a boy with a straight dark blue ponytail.

"It's nothing more than a little effort, what can I do for you?" Atreiyu, a powerful newcomer curser who became famous in the magic circle, reluctantly diverted a little attention from eating meat to the intermediary, and asked impatiently.

"I have a special commission. It's definitely a big business. Are you interested?" Kong Shiyu waited patiently for the young man to finish eating this wave of barbecue before bringing up the topic in a leisurely manner.

"Let's talk about it." The young man lazily half-lyed on the table, and put pieces of raw meat on the baking tray. When he raised his eyes, his eyes had become serious. His sharp eyes glide across Kong Shiyu's face, which made him feel There was a real chill.

But after all, he is an old man who has been immersed in this industry for many years. Back then, the man's murderous intent was even higher, and he continued in a natural tone: "The people behind the Panxing Sect want to meet with you."

"Are you recruiting me? Not interested." The blue-haired boy was holding the milk, sipping it vaguely, his speech was a little vague, and only at this time his posture was not in line with his usual personality.It's just that barbecue with milk is a bit strange, which makes Kong Shiyu's thoughts diverge for a rare moment.

"You are looking for someone," said a qualified intermediary, but you really won't give up on such a big deal, and Kong Shiyu is one of the best, "You may not know that the Panxing Sect can be said to be nearly It is the largest and most powerful curse master group in the past few years, and the news you want may be there."

"Really, news that even you don't know?" Grassland shooter seemed to be a little interested, and rarely listened to him seriously.

"After all, I'm just an ordinary person." Kong Shiyu laughed at himself in a relaxed tone. In fact, he has always been very good at getting closer to others, not to mention that Atleiyu himself is a "potential stock" in his eyes.

"Then you can arrange it, just let me know the time."

When it comes to looking for someone, the boy is so easy to talk, it's incredible. Kong Shiyu originally thought it would take a little more talking, but he didn't want to solve it so quickly. This inevitably made the intermediary who always respected other people's privacy also curious: "Why? So refreshing today? The person you are looking for must be a very important person."

"It's just looking for my mount, and I'm still a big fool who got lost without permission and forgot all the previous promises."