Bandage fine tricks

Returning to the residence where he had been away for three days, Xiaoba entered the house and closed the door, and threw the distracted body in the living room—it doesn't matter how dirty it is, it will be clean when it is taken back and released.

The distracted body itself is a body constructed with the embodiment of her power. After withdrawing the power, the dirt and salt particles attached to it will naturally fall off.

"Ah, the shampoo and body wash are gone..." After squeezing out the last bit, she threw the empty bottle into the trash bag, rubbed and washed it before coming out wrapped in a towel.

Although Zhu Fu Jingguang came back from abroad not long ago, the things in the residence have maintained a normal daily consumption, forging the daily life of an unemployed vagrant who occasionally has a girlfriend to visit illusion.

Including the consumption of various supplies.

At that time, Xiaoba thought that he would not stay here for too long, so he didn't buy new ones, but directly borrowed the toiletries left by his "girlfriend" in this residence.

From the prices and brands of those fragrant toiletries, it can be inferred that the person should be a low-level member of the organization who has not yet obtained a code name-the few female members who have a code name will not be wronged to use such cheap things.

The results of the three-day investigation have already been sent to "Rabbit", and they are just about to move the instruments over there for accurate measurements. Xiao Ba temporarily put aside his worries about the incident in the purgatory house, checked the refrigerator, and found that the contents inside were also Almost gone.

It seems that there is really no way to save this trip to the supermarket...

Hastily drying her hair, she changed into clean clothes, threw the dirty clothes that were almost soaked in seawater into the washing machine, poured the laundry detergent—by the way, she found that the laundry detergent was about to run out—pressed start, and picked up Mobile phone and wallet to go out.

As for the distraction, it's left in the living room: if someone enters the house while she's out and installs a bugging camera...

The cat sitting on the top of the cabinet is watching you.

The house that Zhu Fujingguang rented was very convenient in transportation. Xiaoba quickly found a large supermarket nearby by driving the map navigation. After pushing a trolley, he began to look for the things he wanted to buy along the commodity display shelves.

The phone made the sound of receiving some message, Xiao Ba opened it and saw that it was from Jiang Gu Ling: Where is it?

She truthfully sent her location.

Soon the other party replied with another message, this time it was not a secret about work, but a long list of shopping lists.

It even details the brand and approximate price.

Xiaoba: "..."

It really wasn't an illusion, Zero was really good at housewife work... at least better than her.

After reading it carefully, except for a few items in the column of women's toiletries that let her choose what she likes, the price and selection method of vegetables are also attached.

It is very suitable for people who are not familiar with shopping malls - here it refers to Nanai.

Xiao Ba, who started to pick up the goods according to the list one by one, didn't notice, or, because too many things happened in the past few days occupied her too much energy, she couldn't spare her energy to pay attention to someone who purposely restrained her breath and followed her. people.

I really came here to buy something.

That's right, she lives nearby, so it's normal to come to this supermarket...

Seeing the figure of Miss Nana from a distance on the road, he immediately restrained his breath and followed Dazai Osamu who came up far behind. The dense flow of people in the supermarket gave him a good cover, and the target he was staring at seemed to be Because of the lack of energy due to the busyness of the past few days, I didn't find him.

If it was the state when we met for the first time, the other party would definitely find me at the first time... Passing by the shelf that Miss Nana passed by just now, Osamu Dazai took the lemon-flavored shower gel on it and put it in his shopping cart Li - the car was stuffed by the supermarket staff when they just entered the door.

If you read correctly, the other party just took this kind of one.

There were people from Mafia at the port watching over the port, so Osamu Dazai knew very well that Miss Nana had left that night and returned in the middle of the night.

The appearance of her staying in the port for three days looking for something was faithfully reported by her subordinates, which made Osamu Dazai unable to help but start to re-evaluate the value of the ring he had lost.

it's wired.

Osamu Dazai carefully recalled the details on the ring, but he didn't notice that his hand subconsciously followed the other party to get the goods on the shelf.

The design of the double-layer stacked ring is simple but exquisite, which is the style that girls like, but if the other party attaches great importance to it-what's the matter with the scratch on the part of the ring that is biased toward the palm?

If you really care so much, if you care so much that you search for three days before giving up, why are there so many scratches?

That doesn't look like a trace of careful preservation.

Only the exposed part of the ring surface is well preserved without even a single scratch, but the part inside the inner finger is full of scratches... This strange phenomenon flashed through his mind, but he failed to Grab that inspiration.

Forget it, I lost it all, why do you still think about it.

Osamu Dazai decided to give up thinking about this question.

In the end, when he came back to his senses, he found that although he hadn't lost the other party under the instinctive trend, but...

What's the matter with almost copying the other party's products in the shopping cart in front of me? !

Even, he has already paid the bill.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and called his subordinates. A man in black came after a while and took away a large bag of things he had packed.

"By the way, take that one," he raised his chin, and motioned him to pay attention to the black-haired girl in his field of vision, "please go to the port Mafia, help her send her things home, and then invite someone to—well, go to me Office, I have something to ask her."

Suketo Yamada had already been locked up in the interrogation room of Mafia at the port, and Koba-san pried his mouth open, but the other party insisted that he was the one who led the team to kill him—even Dazai Osamu did it himself, and the other party also said the same.

That is not to hide anything, but in Yamada Suketo's concept, "the fact is so".

Considering the assistant of the police—from the investigation results of the members of the Mafia intelligence team at the port, this part-time detective actually has an unknown identity, that is, an assistant of a police—Miss Nana has followed up Suketo Yamada's case has been going on for a while, and maybe she has information that Port Mafia didn't notice.

It would be great if we could also ask that unknown policeman along the way... Osamu Dazai thought, the relationship between the policeman and the helper is very special, and it cannot be found out by ordinary means.

What's more, he didn't care much about the existence of that policeman.

He went back to the Mafia headquarters at the port first, his own office.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the "invited" girl came in, followed by a black suit who saluted the person behind the desk, and then retreated without forgetting to close the door.

She is empty-handed, and the things she bought in the supermarket have been sent to her residence by the grassroots personnel of the port Mafia-hope not encountering zero.

She didn't hope for this, and braced herself to prepare for the "inquiry" of the young Osamu Dazai, but when she looked up, she forgot what she originally wanted to say.

"...What is this?" Nana was shocked by the paintings on the wall when she entered Osamu Dazai's office for the first time.

How to describe this painting... Although there is no specific shape, it looks like a child's graffiti, but the sudden first sight always makes people feel the shock of looking directly at the indescribable and the fear of facing the unknown...

If it weren't for the fact that there is no Cthulhu in this world, she would think that it was the handwriting of someone who went to R'lyeh insanity.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy was nestled in the swivel chair behind the desk. Although he was wearing a neat black suit, this did not prevent him from bending his legs in a movement that would definitely scrap the suit, and heard the girl standing in front of the painting He put his chin up and smiled, his iris-colored eyes reflected the figure of the girl standing there: "It's my self-portrait--does it look like it?" He tilted his head, with a voice that seemed to be expecting something ask.

Compared with the previous meeting, she didn't smile this time—that's good, Osamu Dazai thought, it meant that she saw him in person, not someone else through him.

Nana looked back at the person who had moved from the swivel chair to the desk, and then at the self-portrait hanging on the wall: "So you think your soul is so frightening, disgusting and crazy?"

She paused for a moment, and said, "Your heart was beating wildly just now."

Those penetrating tea crystal eyes looked over: "Am I right?"

"This... Although I don't really want to discourage you, Ms. Nana, but Miss Nana knows that I can control my heartbeat, right?" The young man said with a smile, without moving his posture.

"I know that," Nana nodded, then looked at him and said, "Generally speaking, the human heartbeat is not as regular as a machine, it sometimes speeds up, sometimes slows down, and when the mood is relaxed It's soothing, the sound of your heart beating like a taut string when you're tense... well, metaphorically, it's like music."

"Oh? Is it so magical?" Dazai Osamu showed a curious look, "I really want to hear what the world is like in Miss Nana's ears!"

"Okay, you can find a doctor's stethoscope, press it on your heart and listen carefully." There was not much emotion in the girl's voice, "From the time my eyes fell on this painting, Your heartbeat becomes very regular, and it's like being forced to say 'everything is fine, no tension'."

"..."

"Miss Nana," Osamu Dazai showed a fake smile, "Has anyone ever told you that you are annoying?"

"Does it mean that you are talking about your thoughts?" The girl tilted her head to look at him, "No, the last person I talked about likes me very much."

——Right, Mr. Dazai, who was said to be thinking that even pretending to be annoyed, couldn't stop the corners of his eyebrows, lips, and even the ends of his hair from flirting with joy?

"That person is probably blind and deaf." Osamu Dazai said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl's expression complicated for a moment—but soon returned to his usual calm.

The boy with iris eyes still had a slight smile on his face, but those eyes were full of obscurity.

It was that look again.

It was as if he was looking at someone through him.

He really hated this assistant lady very much.

The phone on the desk rang, Osamu Dazai glanced at it, reached out to pick it up, and put it down after a while.

"Mr. Sen wants to see you," he stood up, "come with me."