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near the port.

When Atsushi Nakajima came to investigate near the place Meguro Ero said, he was still thinking about the conversation he had with Meguro Ero.

When he said 'don't get too into it', that person's expression was too serious, as if he was suppressing and enduring something extremely frightening, even his face was slightly distorted, and even Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help feeling nervous stand up.

But this is Yokohama, so there won't be any strange things, haha...

Atsushi Nakajima thought about all these things, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that there was no one around.

It's so strange, it's a beautiful port nearby, and some warehouses still retain red brick buildings. Even on weekdays, some tourists will travel thousands of miles to come here to take pictures. Today, there is no one.

This kind of silence made Atsushi Nakajima feel uncomfortable. Meguro's words and his expression lingered in his mind again. The white-haired boy couldn't help swallowing, and continued to walk towards the destination while pricking up his ears Listen to what's going on around you.

In the quiet surroundings, only the sound of my own footsteps remained, and other than that, my keen hearing could only capture the sound of the wind by the sea and faint cries for help.

……Huh?Scream for help?

Half a minute later, Atsushi Nakajima stood on the shore with his mouth twitching, looking at the man thumping in the sea not far away.

I just feel that this scene seems familiar.

"Mr. Dazai, are you messing with yourself again?"

"Gulululu..."

Atsushi Nakajima sighed, looked at the two long legs flopping in the water, and resignedly picked up the cuffs.

2 minute later.

There was a drenched black mud spirit on the shore.

"Ah~ I'm saved, Dunjun, why are you here?"

"Ah, I'm here to complete the commission."

"Commission?"

"Yes, the gentleman who was accidentally hit by me seems to have come to Yokohama to find someone, but now he can't move freely." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his cheek and said, "So I accepted his commission , come here to find someone."

"What kind of person?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly.

"Um, here are the photos." Nakajima Atsushi showed him the photos that Meguro Ero had shown him before. There are two photos in total. Photos of the warehouse and the back view displayed on the phone.

"Hmm... this is..." Dazai stared at the photo on the phone, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Have you seen this man?"

"No." Osamu Dazai straightened up, "But I happen to be a little interested, so let's go."

"Eh?" Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, realizing that Dazai Osamu seemed to be taking the initiative to look for him with him, and hurriedly followed, "Don't you need to help Kunikida-san?"

"Hmm... isn't that strange commission still under investigation, and it won't be of any use if I go." Dazai explained.

The two gradually walked into the destination together. At this time, there were fewer and fewer people around. When the two stood outside the warehouse at the destination, only the cold wind from the sea was blowing around. Atsushi Nakajima rubbed his arms, Uncomfortable and authentic: "Why do I feel that there are fewer and fewer people?"

Dazai said casually: "Because this is the warehouse of Mafia at the port."

"Eh?" Atsushi Nakajima froze, his eyes scanned the surroundings unconsciously, as if he was afraid that Akutagawa would suddenly rush out from some corner.

"Don't you know, mafia has suffered a big loss recently," Osamu Dazai smiled lowly, "A mysterious person raided their weapon warehouse, knocked down the entire warehouse by one person, and then disappeared without a trace."

Atsushi Nakajima turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai stiffly: "No, it can't be..."

"That's right, it's this warehouse." After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai lightly pushed open the door of the warehouse.

The warehouse door rattled like rust, and the bloody smell rushed into the lungs of the two of them.

Bullet marks, splattered blood, and the lingering smell of gunpowder.

These three things make up this purgatory on earth.

No one's body seems to have been cleaned up, leaving only some traces that have been blackened and difficult to clean, and blood splattered on the wall, commemorating the battlefield that once took place here.

Atsushi Nakajima stayed in place for a short while, his throat rolled up and down, as if he could smell how fierce the battle had been here.

Dazai slapped Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder, awakening Atsushi Nakajima who was in a daze: "Okay, don't just stay here, look for any clues."

"……OK."

The two separated temporarily, Dazai investigated the second floor of the warehouse, and Nakajima Atsushi was in charge of the first floor.

Although it is a warehouse, its scale is already close to that of a factory building. Atsushi Nakajima also saw a lot of empty ammunition casings and damaged guns that were too late to clean up. It can be seen that this is at least one of the important arms storage points of Mafia. I did not expect it to be taken up.

Port mafia, the biggest dark force in Yokohama. It has been a long time since anyone or force dared to provoke them in this land. They are the underground emperors here, with huge weapons and equipment and the only legal ability in Yokohama. Armed forces prove that they advocate violence, and even themselves are synonymous with violence, and that all problems can be solved with violence.

Looking at the bloody footprints on the ground, Atsushi Nakajima thought, but they must have encountered some kind of greater violence this night.

The footprints in the warehouse are very messy, but there is only one shoe print that walked straight in from the outside.

A person.

It should be a person with supernatural powers, who can take down a fully armed squad alone, and dare to challenge the largest violent group in Yokohama alone.

Atsushi Nakajima walked inside, and saw the black marks left by the suspected RPG, as well as the debris from the explosion of various grenades.

He kept staring at the ground, and couldn't help but imagine what happened that night in his mind. He followed those traces and took pictures with the camera while walking with his head down until his eyes touched an obviously unusual area.

"This is..." Atsushi Nakajima squatted down, frowning in confusion.

He knelt down, patted the dust on the ground, so that the traces on the ground appeared more clearly, and he was surprised to find that it turned out to be a magic circle-like pattern that he had only seen in film and television works.

Drip, drip...

The sound of water droplets caught his attention. Atsushi Nakajima turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something black beside him that seemed to be some kind of viscous liquid flowing down from the ceiling.

Huh?

Atsushi Nakajima's body froze suddenly.

As if encountering some kind of natural enemy, the white tiger roared in his mind.

DANGER, DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER!

The intuition in his mind kept sending out alarms, forcing him to flee immediately, but in reality, Atsushi Nakajima froze in place, as if caught by some kind of deep-rooted fear, he just stayed there in a daze.

There was more and more liquid, exuding a rotten stench, and those black mud-like objects flowed to the ground, forming countless green phosphorescent eyes. Those eyes fused and disintegrated, and the body was like asphalt, like It's a bug, and it's like a tentacle, as if it condenses all the horror and evil imaginable in the world, just staring at him like this.

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