Bandage fine tricks

Unlike the port Mafia cadres who slept until dawn and even had a dream, Nana did not enjoy such a good sleep time:

After leaving the warehouse, she also returned to the port.

The salty sea breeze from Yokohama brushed past, stinging the wound at the corner of his mouth.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone brought her back to her thoughts, and Nana took out the mobile phone from her pocket: "Hello."

"What's the matter, what happened?" Jiang Gu Ling, who originally wanted to ask why he hadn't come back yet, realized something was wrong when he heard the voice.

Nai Nai habitually wanted to say it was okay, but she felt a tingling pain at the corner of her mouth just as she opened her mouth, which made her swallow what she originally wanted to say: "... Tell me, do a person's preferences change with age?"

like?

Jiang Gu Ling felt a little puzzled, why did Nana suddenly ask such a question: "It depends on what kind of preference this is, right?"

Yes, it depends on what you like.

Many people sneer at things like onion, ginger, and coriander when they were young, but they get used to it when they grow up. There are also people who have been loving a certain thing for decades.

What about Mr. Dazai?

She thought, Mr. Dazai when he was young, and Mr. Dazai when he was mature, would he have the same taste in "liking someone"?

——Instinct allowed her to perceive the real emotion hidden under the resistance and disgust earlier and more acutely than the person involved, but before tonight, she turned a blind eye and thought it was an illusion.

In the final analysis, what she meets now is not Mr. Dazai ten years ago or even longer ago. The Osamu Dazai she is facing now is only four years away from the Mr. Dazai who patiently taught her .

In four years, he could transform an incarnation of a mafia with dark blood flowing in his veins into a trusted partner in a detective agency with a gentle smile. Could it also change... the appearance of the woman he likes?

If it is possible, then she can smoothly return to her own time and space as long as she doesn't know, after ending her adventures in this era, but...

This world is not a parallel world, but the past of Mr. Dazai that she is familiar with. In other words, when she first met Mr. Dazai, it was already a "reunion" for Mr. Dazai.

if it is like this……

When we first met, the youthful and cheerful tone, the helpless smile, and the resolute refusal to tell her her name at the beginning, and even beat around the bush to avoid the meeting at the detective agency... If only four short years just changed a person's position of not caring...

There was no movement on the other end of the phone, Jiang Gu Ling could only vaguely hear the sound of the sea breeze and waves, and it took a while for Nana's reply: "I won't be coming back tonight."

"Ok?"

Looking at the dark sea level and the stars reflected on it, the girl standing on the cliff by the water said slowly: "There are some things that I need to think about."

When Mr. Dazai was protecting her, teaching her, and telling her how to fight against the worrying hands, what kind of mood did he look at her with?

It took Osamu Dazai nearly an hour to get his mood together and get up from the bed. He was hit again (from himself) while changing his clothes. After finally finishing the arrangement, he looked at the clothes that were thrown aside and changed, the boy Pursing his lips, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the pile of clothes.

Out of sight is pure.

Don't recognize after burning.

calm down.

he said to himself.

Isn't it just puberty, what's the big deal.

Dreaming in adolescence is very normal—although he insists that it is a bit late now, but no one said that it can’t be adolescence, right—the only woman I have known recently is her, besides Sister Hongye, isn’t it normal to dream of her? .

Not to mention that I just had close contact before going to sleep, isn't it normal for the brain to have some illusions due to the secretion of dopamine...

Both are young people, he doesn't believe that slugs haven't dreamed!

He knew it, that guy Slug had been waiting for someone to come back, and that person seemed to have something to do with the Devil. It seemed that Slug had cuckolded the Devil—according to what he knew about the Devil, Slug would never Want to wait until people come back.

Thinking of slugs, Osamu Dazai thought of the person he saw in that warehouse last night.

Through the gap of the wooden box, he saw that the other party was also wearing a pile of black suits, but unlike the port Mafia, they all wore knives around their waists—not the kind of concealed throwing knives, but used to A long knife for fighting.

Obviously the room is full of firearms, but what they carry is a samurai sword. Judging from the placement position, it is the easiest and easiest way to carry a counterattack. This shows that it is not a decoration or a simple identification card, but an actual combat weapon. Valuable weapon.

But Yokohama has no such style of poles at all-no, there is no such thing now, and it does not mean that there was no such thing as before.

Osamu Dazai thought of an organization.

Because of the leader Luojian, who was buried with 70 people in Kanagawa, and even brought a former red king who was a blue king, the organization created by Kaguto Xuanshi.

Purgatory house.

The purgatory house that was destroyed at the end of the supernatural war ten years ago.

It's hard to say whether the death of Kagu Tsugenshi exacerbated the end of the war of supernatural beings and added to Japan's defeat, or the defeat of the war of supernatural beings made the government determined to clean up the top domestic supernatural beings who did not return to discipline. Wang, but the final result will not change.

The disaster that took away 70 Kanagawa residents.

The change last night should not be an exception, if it were an exception, she would not have squatted in advance - because thinking of someone, Osamu Dazai's thoughts were interrupted uncontrollably, and he squeezed his lips tightly and tried to restrain his mind pull back.

If it is really a purgatory house as he thinks, according to Mr. Mori's thinking... Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, he remembered that there were some problems with the branch in Hokkaido recently, Mr. Mori had already noticed it before, but he was waiting for the other party to expose it A wave of clean-up, the recent news that the time has come, so Mr. Mori should send the middle also to deal with this matter.

The premise is that Mr. Sen has not received the information he will report later.

If Purgatory House really appeared in Yokohama, as the only trustworthy subordinate who can perfectly execute Mr. Mori's orders, loyalty and ability, Naka would definitely not be transferred to handle matters in Hokkaido.

He will be kept as the trump card against Kagutsu Genji, the leader of Purgatory House.

And now the only person who knows the situation in Mafia at the port is her... Based on the previous conflict between himself and her, Mr. Mori will transfer him and ask Chuya to contact her in order to obtain more information.

Chuuya's compatibility with her... probably will be very good.

At least much better than him.

She definitely wouldn't look at Chuya with the kind of eyes that look at another person through the person in front of her. Even if she did, she wouldn't be angry, and Chuya didn't care...

Thoughts are suddenly interrupted here.

The boy froze on the spot.

...So, he keeps targeting her like this because he cares?

He cares about what she sees in her eyes... not himself?

Why should he care about this...

The answer came with a flood of memories like a tsunami.

When he woke up half-comatose in the water, he vaguely saw a girl who seemed to be riding the moonlight into the water and hugging him.

Soft touch on lips.

The enveloping feeling of the heart being held in the palm of the hand.

It was the first time in a year that he fell from the tree and pressed on him, and he could really feel that her existence was not the weight of his fantasy.

At that time, her eyes were on himself, not on others.

He thought he would be able to find her in the same city, so he left with confidence, but in the end...

Three years later, he saw a person in the amusement park who hadn't changed for several years, but the only thing that didn't change was his face. In her eyes...

It was he who was printed, and it was not him.

She was looking at someone else through him.

A person who cannot be touched by anyone, so she can only look for the shadow through others.

During those three years, the people she met.

Obviously... She should be looking at him, right.

When the men in black suits were waiting outside the garbage disposal plant as usual, they all lowered their heads immediately when they saw the boss who came especially late today with a darker and colder face and a condensed aura than usual, no one dared to look up. Annoy your boss.

No one dared to look up, and naturally no one saw it. After the boy got into the car without saying a word, he lowered his head and turned on his phone.

The driver obediently watched the road, not daring to look away from the rearview mirror.

His cleverness saved himself, otherwise he would have noticed that the face of his boss in the rearview mirror turned dark once and for all—the subordinates who had to sit in the back row with the boss watched his eyes, nose, nose, nose, and heart, and felt that the boss next door opened his eyes. Pressing the phone a few times and turning it off, and his mood getting worse, he silently prayed for his colleagues: Is it because I saw the mission report sent by others that my mood got worse...

Alas, it's normal for Mr. Dazai to be so angry today. After yesterday's mission failed, they were slow to find information. If he were Mr. Dazai, he would be angry too...

I turned on the phone and wanted to ask, "I just found out that I like someone, but before that, I fought against her everywhere and did something terrible to her yesterday. Is there any help now? Reject the idea that there is no help." The relationship problem turned out to be nothing in the contact list. People can take on this important task, asking those people whether they will be ridiculed or they will be ridiculed. He can even imagine how they would be ridiculed. Osamu Dazai angrily turned off the phone again.