How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

In the crazy drama of brain/pulp/collapse/crack/, Fyodor smiled and hid some brains from Horiha: "Is it a conspiracy——Has Hori-kun been using the size of the cards to get in touch with the outside world?— —It’s not that Mr. Department Manager, but another person that Dazai-kun is also familiar with? It’s really surprising.”

"Other people's abilities—after so many times of changing cards, changing wooden positions, and playing a set," said the mouse, "can still keep the size of the cards consistent with the size of the first one controlled by me—and, Mr. Hori's spirit The situation isn't very good, is it?"

This is a super straight ball, more obvious than obvious.Horihazo looked at him gloomily, but rarely said anything.Osamu Dazai looked at Mr. Tianichi Sakamoto, who was utterly dead, and the wooden gun in his hand disappeared: "Isn't Dostoevsky the same? It's interesting enough to put the eyeliner on ZF, it's a pity."

"3, 2, 1." Dazai Osamu couldn't see a gleam in his eyes, but his smile was hanging on. Horiha followed the "1" and connected the sound effect of "BOOM!".

"A perfect explosion." Horihazo commented.

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"It's him!" Atsushi Nakajima stopped the gentleman with his half-tiger body, "Please don't leave! You are suspected of contacting/criminal/criminal/in violation of regulations, please cooperate with the military/police in the investigation now!"

The unremarkable gentleman gritted his teeth: "This is my work certificate - my position is above yours! Are you really going to arrest me!"

"Thank you, Mr. Nakajima from the detective agency, it's our job now—" the military/police ignored it, "Squad B! Immediately carry out blasting at the c4 direction!"

【BOOM! ! ! 】

The gentleman opened his eyes and wanted to speak, but was restrained in the next second: "!!!"

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"Ahh—" Fyodor widened his eyes and grinned, "It's wonderful—"

"It's time to end." Osamu Dazai calmed down.

The above words were all spoken in secret language except for Sbarasi. Horiba Zang hadn’t spoken for a long time. He grabbed his head and huddled on the bed without any concealment, turning himself into a small ball—only 168 he started. There was no sense of disobedience in this action, and it was only at this time that he felt like an 18-year-old boy.But no one will think that he is just an ordinary boy after knowing what he has done.

"I've had enough," Horihazo said wearily, "Dazai, finish it quickly, I still have things to do."

"Hi Hi ~" Dazai Zhi said easily, "Next, for our cute younger generations, they will not be hung on the ceiling. Please ask Mr. Dostaevsky to step into a sleeping dream-"

"Don't show that expression, although this sleep may last for a long time, in my opinion, you should be strangled directly." Osamu Dazai stood up, "But it's a pity, you can only be locked in a deeper prison and fell into a deep sleep— —I can’t even get out of this situation.”

"Never see you again, Fyodor Mikhainovich Dostoyevsky."

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"Over there!" Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka waved excitedly, and everyone from the detective agency rushed over, "Mr. Dazai!! And Hazo!!"

The famous detective followed behind, and slowly opened his eyes: "You did a good job, Dazai, and Hori."

Kunikida Doppo took over Horihazou from Dazai, the latter slept soundly with his eyes closed, without the usual blindfold on his face, revealing his delicate and decadent facial features, Edogawa Ranpo frowned slightly: " This guy, what a mess. And you! Dazai, don’t think I don’t know what you did!”

"I really can't hide it from Mr. Ranpo."

"Hmph, although things didn't end so quickly, but," Luanbu turned his head, "let's take a break today—"

"What does this mean? Mr. Ranpo?" Dun asked curiously, "Is the matter not over yet?"

"It's this little devil!! Let him and his friends explain it!" Edogawa said, "——it's a blessing in disguise."

"A blessing in disguise." Osamu Dazai smiled, "Interesting."

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The author has something to say:

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small theater:

Your one-time friend Sakamoto Tianyi was blown/cracked/brained/broken/cracked by his own ability and has gone offline.

Your friend Onigiri Mice is offline.

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That's right!Because Mr. Tuo is too difficult to write, so please go offline!There is no role for you in the future! (loud bb)

Next is the daily routine and then you have to kiss the civet quietly, keep your voice down, don’t shoot the gun (the dog is haunted)

The analysis will be sent at one time later (probably)

The big one is coming again! ! ! (Excited)

No prize quiz: What kind of "gift" will Horihazo receive from friends?