I write dog blood in Yokohama

In short, I went back to the Ability Special Affairs Section first.

Following Ango Sakaguchi into the heavily guarded building, they prepared a special tea room and reception room, and turned on the air conditioner and heating thoughtfully. Not long after, an officer came to meet me, the one named Santou Taneda, with a gratified face Condolences to me.

"With all due respect, I don't know when you plan to go back."

The bald man sitting opposite closed the folding fan in his hand, and pointed to the ceiling above with the fan handle meaningfully: "There has been putting pressure on us, and the Supernatural Secret Service has never been seen in the past 4 years since you disappeared. Give up looking."

I:……

Four years.

four years? ! ! !

"The staff we sent in the past have also returned. After all, it involves international issues. I hope you will give more consideration."

"...I will contact you there soon."

Silently opened my mouth and made a false promise, and left the reception room almost in a daze. The Ability Secret Service Division has arranged all the matters after my return, and arranged a very safe and suitable apartment for accommodation, and even mobilized Contact my subordinates——

That's right, that subordinate is Ango Sakaguchi.

Although they claim to be assisting in their work, they may actually be trying to prevent me from being kidnapped or disappearing mysteriously, which is a kind of unspecified surveillance.

But forget it, isn’t this just what I want? It’s better to create more opportunities for myself to get along with Ango Sakaguchi. Going home is almost at hand. The only thing that makes people unbelievable is the time when I left this world.

I only stayed with the leader Zai for less than 1 day, but 4 years have passed in this world! !

Help, didn't I miss a lot of plots... Uh, I don't seem to have missed anything.The original two years when Osamu Dazai left PortMafia to clean up his crimes were not clearly stated at all, and there was no plot involving the main story in the two years after joining the detective agency. Only when Atsushi Nakajima joined the detective agency did the main drama really start.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After leaving the reception room, I found Ango Sakaguchi standing outside, and couldn't help but nervously said: "That, Mr. Sakaguchi."

"what happened?"

Ango Sakaguchi pushed the reflective lens. He should also know that he needs to "assist" me in the task. Some mothers-in-law sighed: "Really, where have you been for the past four years... Don’t forget the regulations above, write a report of no less than 7000 words and submit it.”

I:……

Devil, I can't even write so much!

Angrily took off the other party's jacket, I clenched my fists righteously, brewed up my emotions and said: "That, Mr. Sakata."

"...My name is Sakaguchi, do you have anything else to say?"

"You haven't had a girlfriend in the past four years, have you?" I handed him his coat, lowered my head and said shyly, "I prefer being a boyfriend's first love."

When Ango Sakaguchi heard that his glasses almost burst, he looked at me twitchingly, "What's the matter with me?!...I didn't say it, I haven't seen you in four years, please don't tease me, Yahiro-kun, that guy who gets killed by Dazai every day The harassment is enough to break me down, I heard that before Yahiro-kun disappeared, the last person I saw was Nakahara Chuya, the cadre of PortMafia, that guy would blow up a sports car of the opponent every year."

The black-haired young man wearing glasses seemed to have exploded. After complaining all about it, he let out a sharp breath and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I looked at him blankly.

Why are you talking so fast? Hey!

Although I can speak Japanese fluently now, but I can hear all of the fast speaking speed and almost indistinguishable mustache.

After being stared at by me for a long time, Ango Sakaguchi finally twitched his eyebrows unbearably, looked away and said, "...No."

"What?" I blinked my eyes and leaned closer: "Mr. Anwu, I didn't hear you."

"What, I don't have a girlfriend or anything, if that's the case, I can—"

An abrupt voice interrupted our conversation. At this moment, Ango Sakaguchi and I have left the upper floors of the guards and returned to the gate of the entire institution. After all, we have just finished the conversation and we are all wet. It's clear, Ango Sakaguchi is going to drive me back first.

But he never thought that a certain black-haired young man with bandages on his neck and arms hadn't left yet.

The other party was still expressionlessly leaning against the shadow of the wall next to the gate with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing someone coming out of the gate, he opened his eyes and turned his head sideways. The usual smile appeared: "Xiaojiao, do you have anything to say when you see me?"

Huh?

I opened my mouth a little bit at a loss, mainly because I just finished meeting this guy who sat on the leader's throne more than ten minutes ago... It's very delicate to see Wu Jingzai in my own world again.

"I've been looking for you all the time for the past four years. It's really wasted a lot of energy. Xiaojiao just left without saying goodbye. Do you just want to fall in love when you come back?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes were bent, and he opened his heart with a smile: "Then this condition is tailor-made for me! I haven't had a girlfriend in the past four years, and my first love has been reserved for you—"

"Stop lying." Ango Sakaguchi complained in disbelief: "The girls you approached and begged to die in love can hold hands around Yokohama. Not long ago, I saw you dragging a girl on the side of the road to die in love. .”

"Ango, you are so annoying."

Osamu Dazai interrupted someone with a smile on his face.

I glanced suspiciously at the black-haired young man standing across from me. I was naturally 1 speechless in my heart. Only a ghost would believe his words, but the other party has really changed a lot from "a day ago". His bones have grown from a weak boy. For the handsome young man, matching the sand-colored windbreaker has a literary atmosphere.

Anyway, he is a spiritual friend. For this guy, he has been missing for 4 years, which is really a bit too much. He just lost Odasaku...

Thinking of this, my heart sank, I scratched my cheek knowingly, grabbed his clothes and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Dazai, long time no see."

Osamu Dazai stopped smiling immediately, and after looking down at me for a few times, he raised his arm, touched my cheek with the back of his finger, and gave a soft "um".

"Cough cough!"

Ango Sakaguchi coughed: "Then I will send Yahiro-kun back first. The Supernatural Secret Service Division has prepared a safe house for you. Please rest assured to move in during this period. There will be military police downstairs to protect your safety at all times."

"Oh." I didn't feel anything about it, I tilted my neck back to avoid the weird touch, thinking that it would be nice if someone wrapped me up, but Osamu Dazai said with a dissatisfied face: "Hey——"

"I thought I could invite Xiaojiao to live in my house. A good friend should help a friend when he has nowhere to live! I can help Xiaojiao buy daily necessities."

He blinked his tea-brown eyes playfully, and said in a nasal voice expectantly: "Come to my house, come to my house?"

"Your speech is not from an old friend at all, but sexual harassment with a conspiracy!" Sakaguchi Ango twitched his eyes, refuted someone's words mercilessly, and ran to the parking lot to pick up the car very tired: "Anyway, I will go to the parking lot to pick up the car." Just go back, Mr. Baxun, wait for me here first."

"Ok."

I silently watched the young man with glasses leave here. To be honest, I was a little curious about what happened to my staff dormitory in PortMafia before. I just pretended to be Akutagawa and sneaked in the day before yesterday.

Ango Sakaguchi left temporarily, and Osamu Dazai and I were left alone at the gate.

Quiet.

The expression of the black-haired young man standing opposite has returned to normal. He has no intention of leaving, and his tone is no longer exaggerated, looking down at me, the corners of his mouth are slightly bent, and his voice is very calm: "Xiaojiao, where have you been these four years?" Woolen cloth."

...I knew he was going to ask.

Seriously, I never thought that 1 day over there is equal to 4 years here, how can I explain this to everyone!You can't say that you went to the world of if and slipped away once and became the leader. This mess is very difficult to deal with.

I looked away guiltily, squeezed the coat in my hand and didn't know what to say, was it a bit too unreserved to tell the truth.

"Can't you tell me?"

Osamu Dazai didn't force him to ask, he glanced at the things in my arms, his iris-colored eyes were deep and dark: "That looks like the coat I had four years ago, the coat Mr. Mori gave me, but I've burned it long ago gone."

"I'm really surprised that Xiaojiao has this style of coat. It looks like a man's coat—"

It's all his anyway, no problem.

I nodded blankly, not knowing what to respond to, so I casually said, "This, suki."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Speaking of the things I brought back, I immediately became proud and raised my chin proudly. What was brought back was not only the useless coat of the leader, but also the completeness of the "self" paintings in another world. 95% portrait.

There are self-portraits of me, portraits of Atsushi Nakajima, portraits of Chuya Nakahara, portraits of Gin Akutagawa, portraits of the Armed Detective Agency, and even the former leader Mori Ogai...all of them are highly completed paintings , with these paintings I can do whatever I want!

It would be great if there was a portrait of Fyodor Dosz balbablaki. Seeing that I don’t teach him a lesson, I decided to write about him in the next new work... Ah no, let’s write about the Russian male protagonist.

I rubbed my chin, but I didn't notice the black-haired young man standing beside me and staring at me. While thinking, Ango Sakaguchi had already parked his car at the gate.

"Ya Xun-kun." The other party rolled down the window of the driver's seat.

"Okay." I waved my arm to Ango Sakaguchi, and I hurriedly said goodbye to Osamu Dazai, "Then I'll go back first."

Walking through the steps, he turned around and found that the other party was still standing there. Osamu Dazai's solitary figure almost merged with the shadow in the corner, his complexion was blocked by the shadow, and the elegant and handsome young man was only a few centimeters away from the sunlight , the other party looked at me with lowered bangs, that look seemed to remind me of the time when I was at the subway station.

I remember that at that time, he was still a teenager standing alone in the crowd, only one road away from the brightly lit subway station.

Hey, I scratched my hair, hesitated for a moment or walked back, and said to him seriously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai."

They disappeared for 4 years, although it was not my intention at all, I am nothing to them, at most I can be called a friend, did he simply lose his temper because I didn't say goodbye... …

Well, if you think about it differently, if Oda Sakunosuke was still alive and suddenly disappeared for 4 years without saying a word, I would definitely be angry too.

Holding Dazai Osamu's arm, I softened my voice a little, coaxing him patiently: "I miss you."

"me too."

"Eh?"

"The past four years, I don't know how I got here." Osamu Dazai looked down at me quietly, and heaved a long sigh. He suddenly touched the back of my head, inserted his bony fingers into the loose strands of hair, and heard a crisp "click".

When I came back to my senses, I realized that a butterfly-shaped hairpin was pinned to my head.

The other party withdrew his hand with a smile, his lowered voice was very soft, and there was a bit of deep tranquility in his gentle and tender tone: "Don't lose it this time."