Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

I didn't agree, and gave Chuya Nakahara a punch.

...Because someone else is here!I want face!

I ruthlessly rejected his request to take me home, got into the auxiliary supervisor's car alone, and put down my cruel words: "Mr. Zhongye, I don't want to see you these days."

As the scenery changed on the expressway, I sobbed silently and buried my face in my palms.

Help, what a shame!

I can be so stupid that I can't find it at all, and wishful thinking that Zhongyuan Zhong is also an undercover police officer!

Especially thinking of the inferences I swore to Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo... Goodbye beautiful earth, this is overnight immigration...

Speaking of which, the two of them clearly knew the identity of Chuya Zhongyuan, but they deliberately led me to explore in the wrong direction?

Who else?

Tsurumi Yungu... His reaction was also very strange.

"Window, outside the window!" The assistant supervisor exclaimed.

I raised my head and saw a fuchsia locomotive leaping and shuttling between the buildings in a daze, jumping unstoppably onto the high-speed lane, setting off waves of dust, and the car behind me was honking in horror.

The cyclist was Chuya Zhongyuan, through the one-way glass, he raised his eyebrows at me with unrestrained blue eyes.

I immediately lowered the car window: "Middle——"

The wind was too strong, and the shouts were suppressed, so I had to ask the auxiliary supervisor to stop at the nearest service station.

I blamed without confidence: "Mr. Zhongye, you will have an accident if you drive so recklessly!... And didn't I just say..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his top hat and bowed to me: "Let's get to know each other again."

"I'm Zhongya Zhongya, one of the five major cadres of Portmafia." He half-cast his eyes and smiled lightly, "...or could it be 'annoying megalomaniac gravity user' or 'scheming mafia'?"

I:"……"

I've finished talking to you, are you still laughing at me now? Sure enough, the hateful mafia!

Him: "The hateful mafia is also right?"

I:"……"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I was speechless and even angrier.

Confirmed correctly, this will be the most speechless day of my life.

Under the eyes of the assistant supervisor, "Give me enough time, bastard couple", Nakahara squeezed into the back seat without any explanation. I turned my head away from him, and he concentrated on pinching my fingers to play.

"Still angry?" he asked.

I:"……"

How should I put it, it's mostly a matter of shame.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and confessed to me the previously concealed part of the past with [Sheep], and answered the part that I have always felt is inconsistent.

I was surprised and said: "Mr. Zhongye, so you are really a wild god?"

He nodded and added: "Strictly speaking, it is the container of Rage God's power."

"Nakahara Chuya, he's not human" - Gojo Satoru didn't lie to me. I was still surprised why he described a stranger like that, thinking that he didn't like me, and deliberately made up the bad words of Chuya-kun, that sentence Did the words mean literally?

"Is that so." I opened my purse, took out a few credit cards he gave me earlier, and handed one back at random, "Rage God, can you grant a wish of a believer? This is an offering."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at me helplessly, with a gentle smile at the end of his eyes.

"There's no charge." He didn't answer, "However, you can pay it back with other things."

I said sincerely: "Beat Osamu Dazai violently."

He issued a questioning particle, and then smiled: "Of course?"

Then he told me that he threatened Dazai a few days ago, and the other party reluctantly confessed about the lipstick.

As I listened, I was amazed that there could be such wicked people in the world.

So I hesitated for a moment, and told the truth about my suspicion that he was an undercover police officer.

Zhong Yuan was also stunned for a while, and then burst out laughing suddenly, unable to speak a complete sentence intermittently; I was so ashamed that my whole face was hot, I opened the car door and pushed this scheming mafia out.

Then he lifted the collar of the auxiliary supervisor, threw him into the co-pilot, sat in the main driver's seat, kicked the accelerator to speed, and threw Zhongya Zhongya's voice behind the car.

"I've deducted all my points this year!" The assistant supervisor wanted to cry, "If you deduct any more points, your driver's license will be revoked. Don't mess with you, drive a little slower! Wait, you can't go in the wrong direction—!"

Gradually, the siren became louder and clearer, with red and blue lights flashing beep beep beep beep, and a cordon was pulled up on the road ahead.

I opened the car door carelessly and got out of the car. Under the disbelieving eyes of all the policemen, I jumped off the overpass.

The next step is the routine link after feeling bored, inviting friends to drink.

The earliest bars would open at seven o'clock. I lay on the bed and played games. I felt bored no matter what, but I finally killed a while and dragged my body up to put on makeup.

Then drink two glasses of high-strength whiskey, holding the nitrous and howling.

"I'm so stupid, really." I choked up, "I only knew that he worked for the mafia, but I didn't expect that he was not an undercover police officer, but a cadre! How could such a thing happen in the world!"

Nitro: "...poof."

I gritted my teeth: "Where is Gojo Satoru? Where is this bastard?!"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand happily: "Here."

"He didn't come? Then settle accounts with him next time."

I couldn't see clearly anymore, the sky was spinning in front of my eyes, I could only vaguely hear a dog barking, and continued to complain, "Why is Zhongyuan Zhong so annoying, a scheming mafia."

Nitro: "In this case, we usually advise to break up."

I do not want it."

As I drank glasses of whiskey mixed with soft drinks, I fell asleep with my hands on Nitro's shoulder in a daze, and then I seemed to be picked up by someone.

His movements were very gentle, but I felt uncomfortable in my stomach, and resisted a few times.

The person holding me sighed helplessly, then put me down and held me by the shoulders.

Nitro: "...a scarf, made of peach branches."

I lost consciousness again, and it wasn't until the cold wind brushed my cheeks that I regained consciousness a little bit.

I shrunk my neck and tried to wrap myself in the scarf, but failed.

I lay on his shoulders, and he walked steadily.

Familiar, nice smell.

In the dim light cast by street lamps, crystal floating dust danced in the wind.

"...Chuya-kun?" I muttered.

"It's me," he said, "going home."

I let go of my consciousness, his orange hair was stained with a little bit of bright white, which disappeared with a light sip of my hand, and an unclear coolness remained on my fingertips.

I stared at my fingertips, which had nothing, and belatedly realized—is it snowing?

The snow in Tokyo seems to come very late this year, or maybe I missed a few.

I wrapped my arms around Nakahara Chuya's neck with peace of mind, complaining about the cold weather.

He didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

I complained: "Chuya-kun, are you an idiot?"

Now Zhong Yuanzhong could hear it clearly, and just smiled: "Why are you talking about me again, are you still angry?"

I snorted softly.

I'm not angry for a long time, how could I be angry with him, it's not a big deal.

It's just pretending, anyway, the Central Plains will come to coax me.

I repeat again: "Chuya-kun, you idiot."

The scheming mafia, can't you see such a simple trick?