I write dog blood in Yokohama

So, I feel lonely.

Naturally, I didn't ask me to pay for their drinks. Oda Sakunosuke didn't know what task Dazai had arranged for me, but he seemed to want to encourage me and offered to eat curry together after the matter was successfully concluded.

...Is this some kind of flag that after winning the battle, you go back to your hometown to get married?I opened my mouth, swallowed the complexity and pain in my mouth, and nodded silently.

Of course, I was still mostly happy in my heart. Only Ango Sakaguchi, who was sitting on the far left, twitched his eyebrows wildly, looking like he wanted to complain.

Before leaving, the black-haired young man stopped me, hissed and coughed twice in a serious manner, and the mirror reflected an invisible highlight: "Wait a minute."

"Baxun-san, this is the information of the leader of the remnant TBC party, please accept it."

"Eh?"

I looked over in surprise, and Ango Sakaguchi was holding a low-resolution photo in his hand. In the photo, he was a man who seemed to be walking, so that the photo was a bit blurry. He had light grass-colored hair and a low-profile pure black. He is not tall in hat and coat, and his face is also extremely blurred.

"This guy is difficult to deal with, and has the ability to disguise himself, which is why they succeeded in the last sneak attack."

Ango Sakaguchi withdrew his hand, "Your ability is painting, right? Go back and study it carefully."

"Thank you."

Wow! ! !

What a good guy this guy is, I was so touched in my heart, holding the photo and thanking him again and again, he is too good, it turns out that Ango Sakaguchi is also a good guy!

I happily left Lupin with the manuscript fee and photos, and I went back to the Internet cafe where I lived, and paid the Internet fee for the next week first, hehe, this is the joy of holding money.

I will start my new job tomorrow, and I have to draw the leader of the TTC tonight. I am sitting in the box, and I decided to practice my drawing skills.

Thinking about it carefully, there are still a lot of things stored in the subway station, such as the gouache that I found when I first passed through, and the pencils from 2B to 14B. Because I thought it was useless at the time, I spent 500 yen to store it... It turned out that at that time Do you have any hints about different abilities?

I frantically took the paint box back, and tore up a few advertisement leaflets on the side of the road. Nonsense, the post-it notes in my pocket must be kept for serious use. For normal practice, the leaflets are enough.

I practiced all night, and the nose I drew in the end was not a nose, and the eyes were not eyes, and it will be there the next day.

Ah, looking at the mess all over the floor, I randomly picked out a few portraits that I could see, and ran to the No. [-] arsenal inside the organization in a tangled and apprehensive manner.

Watched for a day, nothing happened.

……

Yes, this place is different from what I expected. I dutifully carried two guns and came to the armory to report, because I am Dazai Osamu's subordinate, and my status is actually a little higher than the original guard members.

In addition to the guarding cannon fodder squad, there are also many members of the Black Lizard stationed around. After all, they just encountered a surprise attack not long ago, so the defense must be much stricter than before.

I was assigned to the place closest to the new type of gun, focusing on the post of guard.

Although, the big brothers in suits who were in charge of guarding here seem to be a little bit dissatisfied with me, and yes, compared with their big arms and round waists, my thin arms and thin legs are really not enough.

At the end of the first day of duty, a guy named Shibazaki ran over and said harshly: "Hey, you replaced the dead Matsushima, are you really competent?"

"Don't think that the boss is Mr. Dazai, I agree with your ability!"

"Forget it, forget it." Next to Shibazaki, a cannon fodder with a slightly hunchbacked shoulder ran over to persuade him: "Mr. Shibazaki, please stop talking."

I:"……"

There is no difference between these two people in my eyes, they are all cannon fodder that is not involved in the original work.

Because I didn't understand what they were saying!

I looked at these two guys in a daze, and there was absolutely no need to explain the language barrier to these cannon fodder who had a role similar to mine, so I deliberately didn't answer, pretending to understand and didn't say a word.

Shibazaki left in a hurry. I observed carefully for a day, and I could almost detect the interpersonal relationship of these garrison members. Everyone almost followed suit with the unconvinced big brother who ran over, followed by the garrison members of the Black Lizard. Shibazaki, who was dismounted, should have been the team leader at the grassroots level.

And I, one of Dazai Osamu's subordinates, suddenly parachuted in and stole his title.

If nothing else, the current ranking of the new position is almost as follows: me > the ordinary member of the Black Lizard ≥ the big brother in the suit (Shibasaki) who troubled me > the ordinary grassroots who originally guarded the No. [-] arsenal.

"...Well, I have a question."

After the day's work was over, I saw Nong Shawa who was running over excitedly to find me for dinner, and I couldn't help asking: "Is my status quite high?"

To be honest, I always feel that my status is different from what I imagined. Logically speaking, I am not a direct subordinate of Dazai Osamu. , can only be regarded as the middle class at best!

"Ah? What does status mean?" Nong Sawa scratched his head and smiled.

I:……

Passing the translation software to him, Nong Sawa, who had figured out the meaning, cursed angrily, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Although you are not a direct subordinate, I have inquired about it. That Mr. Dazai was not only a direct subordinate before, he didn't even have an ordinary subordinate. Yahiro, you are the first one and the only one at present."

What? ! !

I was shocked when I learned about this, and I didn't know whether it was good or bad...

So there is no saying that there is a sense of distance at all. It turns out that there is no difference between myself and Dazai's direct subordinates!

He just settled the dinner with Nong Sawa in a daze. He originally planned to go directly to Odasaku to invite him to eat curry, but now he can only give up. He still has more than 4 yuan on hand, and he should be able to survive until the end of the mission.

In the early morning of the next day, I packed up my equipment and went to the No. [-] armory early.

Life must go on, but luckily Osamu Dazai didn't call over to do some sort of surprise check-up. As the saying goes, once you're born and you're familiar with it, you don't need to be so nervous after you figure out a little bit of routine, and this position pays for your meals!

That's right, the reason why I came so early is naturally that the cooking problem can be solved in the cafeteria near the Armory. Although the morning, noon and dinner are always the same grilled fish + tofu miso soup, the old colleagues around are already tired of eating I don't want to go at all.

It's okay, as long as I want to go!

I am happy to stay until the evening break time. At this time, I can go to the cafeteria to have a meal of miso soup and rice, although it is really salty...

There is a saying that the most important things are always the last one. With me as the protagonist of the time-traveling novel, there will definitely be some changes on the third day of guarding the arsenal, and the things I worry about will definitely happen.

but--

Unexpectedly, the mutation was a bit unconventional, and it happened the next day.

Picking up a plate, I found a random corner and sat down. I was about to take a sip of the salty tofu soup, but someone suddenly overturned the dining table not far away. He grabbed his chest, coughed up blood and scratched around, and fell to the ground in less than two seconds.

I almost spit out my mouth just about to drink the soup.

While quickly putting down the bowls and chopsticks, I immediately realized a problem in my mind—something went wrong.

Without any hesitation, I ran back to the base without hesitation. Although it is the rest time between 18:00-19:00 in the evening, everyone has a reasonable shift change guidance mechanism, and there will never be a vacancy in the position of the guard.

However, at this moment, on the way back, I found that most of the people were not at their original posts, gunshots kept coming and going, and the scene was very chaotic.

There was a hail of bullets everywhere, I ran back to where I was standing in a cold sweat, and the substitute guy was led away. If there is no accident, the change in the cafeteria must be trying to hold me back, or it would be worse if I died of poisoning. Well... It doesn't matter if you don't die, some members were poisoned to death suddenly, but if you panic a little, you will be busy dealing with the death of the other party vomiting blood, and you won't be able to come back at all.

Damn enemy, quite cautious, did not underestimate me, a cannon fodder with thin arms and legs.

"Master Yaxun!"

The grassroots staff who replaced me seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurried back: "Are you okay!"

The other party was the hunchbacked public face who had persuaded the team leader to say a few words before, and his name seemed to be Fu... Fu Keda, this person has good eyesight, and belongs to the one who sees the wind and the wind.

I looked at him expressionlessly, and my left hand was already touching the paper, pen and double guns in my arms.

That's right, don't forget that Ango Sakaguchi reminded himself before that the leader of the remnant TBC party has the ability to pretend. Now that the mutation has happened, no one can be trusted.

"My lord, please go to Mr. Shibazaki's side to have a look. The fighting over there is very intense, and all the tables in front have been blown up."

The bottom man named Fu Keda seemed to want to rush up and shout. I was prepared, and suddenly turned sideways to borrow the opponent's empty movement, and cut the opponent's hands behind his back, and pointed the gun at his chest without hesitation. on the skull.

"Who are you?"

Accompanied by my questioning, a very loud cracking sound suddenly came from the other half of the No. [-] armory, and the fire directly flooded the darkened night sky.

"Who am I!" The restrained hunchbacked man's expression changed, the gun barrel on his head made him dare not move, but the expression on his face became sullen: "Who else am I except Fukada! I, Ben It should be the second in command after Shibazaki that guy, obviously...Obviously Shibazaki can be promoted to your position, and I will be the team leader here..."

Ah, what the hell is he talking about.

I frowned, and vaguely sensed something was wrong, but saw the fire light up again not far away, this time even the ground trembled a few times, the smoke cleared, and a boy with short ocher-orange hair suddenly appeared on the scene Not far away, he jumped down with one hand in his pocket.

……

Someone jumped down! ? ? ?

"Tsk, I wanted to deal with the remnants here on the way back." The orange-haired boy with a delicate face that I was very familiar with landed firmly on the ground, looked up and glanced at the current situation of the arsenal: "I didn't expect to be late Is it?"

The appearance of the other party can really be described as a glimpse. His feet landed firmly on the ground, the suit coat draped over his shoulders fluttered unnaturally with the cold wind, and his sharp blue eyes looked down at everything around him.

He pressed his hat and looked over: "Hey, give that guy to me."

The boy's words were impatient and could not be rejected, I was dumbfounded, oh, although I was dumbfounded, the movements of my hands did not relax, and there would be no such problems as the suppressed guy suddenly repressing.

so……

I never thought that Nakahara Chuya would come to the arsenal. No wonder Dazai Osamu entrusted me with this task. It turned out that he had already thought about the way out!

I found that the other party was talking to me. The excitement of seeing the male god for the second time made my reaction speed very fast. I hurriedly handed over the cannon fodder man named "Fukeda" to the other party, and I was a little bit worried about Shibazaki. edge situation.

The ×× new guns are placed in two places, one part is with me, and the other part is with the big brother in the suit who picked on me yesterday. Those guns are important goods used by the port mafia for trading, and its importance can be imagined.

Afraid that the things on Shibazaki's side had been stolen, I rushed to the opposite side without stopping, but froze suddenly in the middle of the run.

……

Wait a moment.

The cold wind hit my face at night, and the cold wind inexplicably calmed down my frantic brain, and I couldn't help thinking about a weird question.

Will Chuya Chuya really come at this time?

There were no signs, no hint of advance confidence, the most important thing was——

He didn't show that he knew me just now.

Reiterating for the Nth time, I am really good at observation, because in most cases, it is necessary to judge the content of the speech by the facial expressions of the other party. Is there any familiarity in a person's eyes when they meet for the second time...even if it is just a little bit Surprise, it should be obvious.

However, there was no such thing in the Central Plains just now.

After realizing this, without any hesitation, I suddenly turned around at a speed of 0.1 second, and rushed desperately to the position where I should have been stationed.

On the way to run, there seemed to be a few new men in suits pouring in under the light of Rush. I didn’t have the time to pay attention to these at the moment. I gritted my teeth and returned to the previous position. As expected... Fukeda had disappeared.

But "Central Plains Zhongye" is still there.

The orange-haired boy, whose appearance had not changed, was in the same position as before. He raised his hand and pressed the black top hat on his head, and his eyebrows, which were the same color as his hair, frowned slightly: "Tsk, what's going on with the fire here?"

This time, I didn't give the other party a chance to be free.

He rushed straight up and tried to subdue him from behind. For some reason, the counterfeit seemed to have discovered my sneak attack. Before he could say it, he turned around sharply and grabbed my ankle first, which hurt me so much. The eyebrows almost twisted up.

With that force, I have no doubt that he will crush the bones of my feet. Before the other party really took action, I immediately took out the portrait and post-it notes in my arms. I didn't have time to draw a pen in the critical moment. Thinking about his appearance, let's activate the most basic ability in time——

A dreamy golden butterfly suddenly appeared on the opponent's body.

The ochre-haired boy who had already grabbed my ankle with his hands changed his face. He suddenly let go, grabbed the back of my head and pressed it against his chest, with an annoyed and painful expression, and said distressedly:

"Damn it, you're my woman."

……

I sneered, twisted my body and got out of the boy's arms, and took advantage of the gap to ride on the boy's slender waist, with my legs tightly clamped, and pointed a gun at his head: "Say, is it from TBC?" , Boss?"

Orange-haired boy: "..."

His expression is really indescribable, it is completely angry that you will die if you don't come down, he is really used to it, he will start a dyeing workshop if he gives some color, I don't have the slightest patience, but at this time I have learned a little bit from my boss Dazai Impatient with Zhizhi, he directly took out the gel pen and scratched hard on the portrait.

"what!!!"

A scream suddenly came from not far away, and I lowered my eyes in satisfaction. The direction of the voice was obviously... Wait, behind me?

Turning my head back with a blank expression, I watched helplessly. There was a man 11 or 12 meters away from here. To be precise, it was the man with a popular face named Fukeda who knelt on one knee while covering his chest. It was as if he had been slashed out of thin air, because he couldn't see the depth of the cut because he was wearing clothes, but the injured area was quite large.

The air was quiet for a moment.

I cried.