Bandage fine tricks

Ding--!

The three wide-mouthed glasses collided together, and large spherical ice cubes were suspended in the clear wine, which rose and fell with the collision of the toasts, and occasionally made a crisp sound when it hit the glass wall.

"It's so rare, it was Odasaku who proposed to drink in Lupin today," Dazai Osamu brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, with a smile on his lips, "Are you so happy, Odasaku?"

"Well, I received a letter from a reader today." Oda Sakunosuke was still the same as usual, seemed a bit slow and lacked the energy to complain, but for the two of his best friends, Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango could easily read Oda Sakunosuke who came out today was very happy, "It's my after-reading impression after reading my novel. It's very well written, and it's almost like speaking my heart."

So the happy Oda Sakunosuke came to Lupine Bar to celebrate having such a good reader.

"That's really great!" Osamu Dazai was sincerely happy for his friend, "But I think you seem a little distressed?"

He said.

According to his understanding of Odasaku, if he is really purely happy, Odasaku should be conceiving his next novel at home now, or communicating with that reader, there is no reason why he would come to the bar... Hey, Could it be that……

"Is Oda Saku worrying about how to communicate with this reader?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"As expected of Dazai, it's true." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "I'm worried about how to reply to her—ah, it might be him." As he spoke, the red-haired man showed a embarrassed look, " Although it is not the first time I have received a letter from a reader, but the other party has written the impression after reading my novel very seriously, and almost perfectly responded to every thought I had while writing. I feel that if I only simply respond with 'Thank you for liking me "The book" is too thin, but if I want to write other words, I can't think of what to write..."

“Rather than reading your novel, Oda, it’s better to say that I’m reading your mind—is that the feeling?” said Ango Sakaguchi.

"Yes, that's it." Oda Sakunosuke responded, "I never thought that someone could understand me like this..."

Because I paid too much attention to it, I didn't know how to respond.

"Then, just write down what you want to say to that reader, Odasaku!" Osamu Dazai suggested with a smile.

"For readers, it is enough to be happy to receive a letter from an author they like. If the other party replies seriously, it is probably a supreme honor." Ango Sakaguchi shook the whiskey in his hand, followed.

"Ango is right—hey, what Ango ordered today wasn't tomato juice, why, don't you have to go back to work overtime today?" Osamu Dazai noticed early in the morning that what Ango Sakaguchi ordered today deviated from the usual principle of "no alcohol" , because since they started gathering again a year ago, Ango has always used the excuse that "you have to drive back to work overtime, you can't drink, and alcohol will affect your thoughts", even if you really want to get drunk, you can only force some soda or Beverages such as tomato juice.

I actually ordered wine today, and it was still high-purity whiskey... Osamu Dazai was thoughtful.

"Ah, starting from tomorrow, I can rest at home for two days." Ango Sakaguchi said in a calm tone that even 007 social animals would despair, "There may be new job transfers after that. I don't know the specific situation yet, but at least the two Days off is the real deal...”

Job transfer for the Supernatural Secret Service?

"It's not a confidential matter, so it doesn't matter if I mention it to you." Sakaguchi Ango continued, "The chief of the field told me that our department will probably welcome a new boss in the future—a higher level than the chief of the field. I heard it is The reassignment was directly issued by the Prime Minister, but I haven't seen the information of that officer so far... It's a complete mysticism."

Osamu Dazai moved to his lips and was about to sip the wine. After a while, he continued the action just now, took a sip of the wine, and then said with a smile: "Really? Congratulations, Ango, will you continue to work overtime hell?" ?”

"...Don't give me such a terrible blessing, Dazai!"

"But, isn't there a saying that 'the new official takes office three fires'? Since the new chief is coming, he must make some achievements! From this point of view, Anwu's two-day vacation is simply a 'death reprieve' Well!"

"..."

Today is also the day I want to throw away this friend and change it for another one.

Pretending not to see the surrounding atmosphere where Ango almost fell into despair, the young man with iris-colored eyes took another sip of his wine.

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at his friend: "You suddenly feel better, Dazai?"

"Hey, did you see it?" Osamu Dazai put down his wine glass, and rarely suppressed his emotions, and replied cheerfully, "Is it so obvious?"

"Well, you don't mean to hide it at all." Oda Sakunosuke said, this is really a new thing for Dazai - from the time Oda Sakunosuke knew him to the present, Dazai Osamu has almost been linked to "Shifu Shen" No matter how cheerful and outgoing he is in the detective agency, there is always a part of him that is "hidden".

But now, young people don't even hide "that part", they are completely exposed.

"This guy is coming up with some bad idea again, so he's so happy?" Sakaguchi Ango complained with a slumped face.

"No!" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "I was only happy when I thought about going home later."

Ango Sakaguchi: ...is there any connection between going home and being happy? ?

No, wait a minute, "I'm going home later"?

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall of the bar, and then looked down at his watch to confirm that the time of the two was the same and there was no discrepancy: "It's only 08:30, is your 'waiting' four hours later?" ?”

"No, I'm leaving after another drink, and I have to go home before nine o'clock!" Osamu Dazai shook his glass, "Well, if Odasaku and Ango still need me, I can wait after ten o'clock Come out and accompany you to continue drinking!"

——It’s better to come out after listening to Xiaobadao’s good night voice.

Although in this way, when I go to sleep, I can only use the recorded voice of Xiaohachi to reminisce... I feel that I have sacrificed a lot, but after all, Ango and Oda are important friends!He is still willing to sacrifice this little!

Ango Sakaguchi didn't feel that his friend had made any sacrifices at all: "No, don't you think you did this a lot? Go back before nine o'clock, and then come out after ten o'clock..."

Japanese society is used to drinking in an izakaya or bar and then changing to another shop to continue drinking. This can be said to be a common activity among young and middle-aged men, but no one goes home and then comes out to continue drinking!

I feel that the mood and atmosphere of drinking are gone.

"No! Going home on time is a very important thing. Ango, who has no one waiting at home, can't understand this kind of happiness!"

"Is there someone waiting for you?" Sakaguchi Ango complained reflexively, his face was horrified as soon as he said the words: The meaning of Dazai's words... no way! ?

As dull as Oda Sakunosuke also showed a bad expression: "Dazai, you won't really..."

Osamu Dazai, who fully understood the thoughts of his two friends: "...Let me tell you, can you have some confidence in my character?"

Ango Sakaguchi: "My greatest confidence in your character is that you have no such thing as character!"

"..."

The person who wanted to throw away this friend for another became Osamu Dazai.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand angrily, Osamu Dazai took another sip, and unexpectedly remembered what Oda Saku said just now, "I never thought that someone would understand me like this".

He also has this feeling... Osamu Dazai thought subconsciously.

That character named Cesar...

Readers who have never met Oda Sakumo can see his thoughts from his book. He obviously hid his black mud in front of Xiaoba to prevent her from discovering it, but the child still noticed him and tried hard to hide it. the essence of...

Or did Cesar's gloomy and pessimistic thoughts not come from him?

If you think about it in this way, it is not a happy thing.

Because, if Xiao Ba didn't write based on him, that is to say——it could only be that "devil" Fyodor!

When did that damned mouse come into contact with Xiao Ba, and even asked Xiao Ba to write a novel based on him... Thinking of how many times Xiao Ba must have reviewed the relationship with "Magic" in order to write the role of Cesar well. The memory of getting along with people, and finally shaped the Cesar who almost made him think it was another self, Osamu Dazai felt that his heart was constantly dripping with sour water.

The only consolation is that, judging from the foreshadowing and metaphors in the previous article, there may not be any happy fairy tale ending between Cesar and the god he loves. The role of Sal is not suitable for love, so this kind of development process was arranged-but thinking about it from another angle, wouldn't it be that he would also end well? !

Even smart people who drink too much alcohol will lose their minds, just like now, if Osamu Dazai is still awake, he will clearly understand that with Xiao Hachi's performance of being ashamed to mention her novel, let her express herself in the novel about love The possibility of choosing a mate is infinite and tends to zero. The love process of the characters in the novel cannot represent her own view of choosing a mate at all.

Alcohol is harmful.

Speaking of which, at that time... kite-colored eyes sank, Osamu Dazai subconsciously took out the phone, wanting to call Xiaoba to confirm her thoughts, but when he took the phone out of his pocket and was about to open it, , he saw the faint light on the cuff of his shirt.

It was the floodlight of the bar lights on his cufflinks.

My mind suddenly cleared up.

... almost really dialed out.

The young man with black hair and fluffy silently pressed his mobile phone to his forehead, hardly wanting to face reality.

"What's wrong with Dazai?" Oda Sakunosuke held the wine glass and looked suspiciously at his friend who was about to bury his face in his arms.

"Don't be sober after drinking too much, just give him a hard punch on the back of the head." Sakaguchi Ango gave his own suggestion without thinking.

"I heard it, Ango." Osamu Dazai raised one eye from his arms and looked over faintly, "Thank you Ango for wanting to fulfill my suicide dream, but unfortunately, if there is no accident, the last 30 I haven't had any thoughts of courting death for years."

Ango:! ?

what! ?

Osamu Dazai doesn't want to commit suicide! ?

This is the black mud spirit pretending to be so holy! ?

Not caring about Ango Sakaguchi's expression as if he had been transported by someone, Osamu Dazai looked at the screen of the mobile phone stopped on the dial page, thought for a while, clicked on the mailbox, and sent an email to the owner of this number: Xiao What is eight doing now?

The trajectory of the bullet almost brushed his forehead, and Xiaoba’s sensitive sense of smell could even smell the smell of burnt protein—it was produced by the high temperature of the hair near the barrel of the bangs being burned by the high-speed bullets. smell.

Extremely contrary to common sense, under the premise that the center of gravity of the upper body is unstable and almost out of control, the girl with different pupils exerted force on her calf, kicked her right leg up, straight up from the bottom, and drew a straight line of air waves with her toes, stopping at holding the gun Wrists with pleated cuffs, and a flexible body allow her to easily kick her legs above her head—even when she almost completely loses her balance, her movements are still swift and precise, with extraordinary strength, and the strange appearance He didn't expect that the person who was already on the ground could launch such a fast and powerful attack. If he didn't prepare in time, Xiao Ba kicked the gun out of his hand!

After reacting, Takeichi Yamamoto smashed the baseball bat, but saw that the hand tightened directly into the black hole, and he immediately rushed to nothing.

After a successful blow, Xiao Ba stretched his hand backwards, pressed against the ground, supported his body that was about to be in close contact with the ground with one hand, easily stabilized his body, and immediately rolled back and squatted to protect his vitals: "Don't relax! He Still nearby!"

"Bingo! That's right! I'm still here!"

A voice suddenly sounded, and Li Baoen, who had jumped from her shoulder to the side when Xiao Ba was attacked, kicked his student flying without hesitation, making Sawada Tsunayoshi avoid the clown who suddenly appeared there in time.

"Hey, the second failure! Big failure!" The white-haired clown who suddenly appeared on the spot was wearing a pure white suit with clown patterns and elements, a top hat, and a quarter mask on his face. The oil-painted face is an outstanding appearance that can't be concealed by a funny laugh or clothes. At this time, he is using this face to make an exaggerated expression, "No success even once! The clown magic failed!"

"You're too big to fail!" Hayato Gujiji threw the bomb tubes at the clown without hesitation, but the white clown raised his cloak, and the hidden weapons bomb tubes flying towards him disappeared immediately.

"Be careful!" Xiaoba directly pushed the prison temple Hayato away from the place, and when the two left from the place where the prison temple Hayato was originally, something like a black hole appeared, and those disappeared bombs suddenly scattered out of it, and exploded with a bang. open!

In the smoke, the clown showed an increasingly exaggerated expression of shock: "Hey? Three times! Today the clown's magic failed three times!"

"He can teleport anything that touches the cloak at will within a certain range," Hachi stood up from the ground, reminding Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokuji, she keenly noticed that the bomb of Hayato Gokuji came into contact with the clown's cloak Disappeared, "Forget about the long-range attack for now, or if he teleports us to our side, it will become us hitting ourselves."

"The teleportation range is limited to the cloak?" Li Baoen asked.

"Judging from his current performance, this is the case, and the possibility that he deliberately set restrictions on himself in order to make us take it lightly cannot be ruled out." Xiao Ba said, looking at the clown.

"You want to ask a question, don't you?" Before she could speak, the clown spoke up first, "Ask who I am? Gogol! You got the answer right! Do you want a reward? I can show you the clown's magic tricks! Ah No, just now the bad boy leaked the clown's magic tricks!" The white-haired clown suddenly panicked, "What should I do now! The clown's magic tricks have been seen through!"

Xiaoba: ...

This is a good talker!

She hasn't said a word yet!

Hey, wait a minute...

Xiao Ba couldn't help but rubbed his ears: "What did you just say your name was?"

Her ears must have been blocked by the explosion just now, otherwise how could she have heard the clown introduce himself as "Gogol"?

"Gogol! Even though he guessed the clown's name correctly, the clown has to repeat it himself, bad boy!" The white-haired clown's eyes lit up, "Bad boys must be punished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gogol put his hands and body into the cloak, leaving only his head suspended in the air, staring at the group of people here.

"Oops, oops! His body has gone in!" Tsunayoshi Sawada panicked: Where will he attack from now!

"Don't panic, idiot." Li Baoen raised his hand and shot a death bomb into the disciple's body, "Make good use of your 'super intuition'."

Even Liu Dao Mu's illusion can't fool the stupid gang's "super intuition", let alone the clown's attack, no matter how weird and weird, is it better than the ever-changing illusion of real and virtual?

In addition, Gogol...the intelligence department has not mentioned this name, and it seems that the name is from Russia...I have to check the intelligence there.

Of course, after leaving here.

The orange flame ignited again, and the brown-haired boy seemed to be a different person. The panic faded from his face, and the wool gloves on his hands turned into metal gloves at some point. The boy who ignited the flames even closed his eyes. eyes.

over here!

The boy raised his hand without hesitation, held the barrel of the gun and the hand appeared out of thin air, and lifted it up so that the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the ceiling, ensuring that no one would be hurt even if the other party pulled the trigger, but unexpectedly, this It wasn't just the hand holding the gun that was teleported this time, there were others—a thigh suddenly appeared behind Sawada Tsunayoshi, kicking the boy on the back of the head!

If this kick is real, even if he does not lose consciousness, it will take a while for Sawada Tsunayoshi to recover!

The sound of bodies colliding.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was startled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black hair drifting by: it was that girl!

The girl with different pupils appeared behind Tsunayoshi Sawada at a speed beyond ordinary people's comprehension, and blocked Gogol's kick with a baseball bat!

In the next second, she let go of the baseball bat without hesitation, grabbed Gogol's calf, followed his leg, and sank her hand into the black hole at the end of his limb!

Gogol: "Hey!?"

Is it to grab his body?But it's useless, he can also cut the enemy's body and send it away...?

The clown's expression suddenly froze: from the black hole at the end of his neck, a slender and soft hand with a flower ring on its index finger protruded from it, strangling his throat!

The supernatural power was suddenly uncontrollable and scattered all at once. The body parts belonging to Gogol that were originally behind Tsunayoshi Sawada and the people they touched were brought back to Gogol. The white-haired clown didn't even have time to struggle Struggling, she was suppressed and resisted by the girl with different pupils, and directly tore off the cloak and discarded it aside——Gogol's ability can only be unfolded with the help of the cloak, just like Akutagawa Ryunosuke's [Rashomon] essence is that he will His clothes turned into a black beast that can cut space together, but its essence is still his coat clothes, so this is a power that he can only cast when he is wearing the coat.

Gogol: "Hey?"

Wait a minute, what's going on with this girl! ?

Why did he discover the nature of his abilities so quickly? !

A Tuo didn't even know... No, he wasn't sure if A Tuo knew about his weakness, but he was sure that the last person who could break the rules of his abilities so easily and also left him a "commemoration" was A Tuo Katyusha from the family, why is there another person who can see through his supernatural power at once!

It's too foul!

Or is it that people with different-color pupils are so foul...?

He saw clearly the appearance of the girl restraining him.

For the first time, the white-haired clown was truly stunned.

Heterochromatic eyes.

During the time he was watching, the pair of heterochromatic double pupils were dissolving from the state of vertical pupils of beasts to the appearance of normal human pupils.

But Gogol was right.

It's the eyes that are exactly the same as Katyusha's--the real vertical pupils that are exactly the same!

Difficult to say...

The clown was stunned, he even forgot the fact that he had been tied up, subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her face: "Kaqiu... um..."

Xiao Ba, who despised the clown for being too noisy, took a cloth strip to cover his mouth without hesitation, but she still heard Gogol's unspoken title.

Katyu... Katyusha?

Xiao Ba immediately raised her eyebrows, thinking that someone called her that way before, which means...

Could this buffoon be with that "demon" Fyodor?

Or do these Russians have a habit of calling a girl Katyusha when they see it?

Are all your Russian girls named Katyusha?

"Is this able to restrain his ability?" Tsunayoshi Sawada controlled the flames and flew to Hachi and asked.

"It shouldn't be a problem, his ability depends on the cloak, so just don't let him touch the cloak!" His thoughts were interrupted, Xiao Ba said without thinking.

Hearing the unignited bomb in his hand, Hayato Jiji glanced at the girl with different pupils: "Are you very familiar with his abilities?" Is this also the result of intelligence gathering?

Damn, as Judai's right-hand man, he was completely inferior to this person who didn't know where he came from—although he didn't care about this, but he couldn't stand the self-condemnation of Jidaiji Hayato.

"No, it's the first time I've met him, so I can't say that I'm familiar with it!" Xiao Ba said, and then realized something was wrong, "Yeah, why am I so proficient?"

Gogol blinked his eyes.

Xiaoba: ...It feels a little familiar.

This pitiful look... Xiao Ba squatted down, showing a thoughtful expression: "... Have we met somewhere before?"