Why should I clean up

……

Osamu Dazai dared to scold him!

Thinking of this, Takigawa Yuichi gritted his teeth with hatred.He finished recalling, pushed open the door angrily, and was blocked right after he took a step.

The subordinates dressed in black bowed their heads respectfully and saluted:

"Officer Takikawa, the leader has an order, please leave immediately to support the western front."

"..."

I have to go to work, how could this be the case.

But no matter how many times I heard the title of leader, it was awkward.

When he was in the police academy, he often played king games with Matsuda and the others, and when he won, he insisted on telling them to call him the leader to realize their dreams ahead of time.

Jiang Gu smiled and said that it would be good for You Youyi to take the lead in fighting crime.Takigawa Yuichi froze, and since then gave up the idea of ​​pulling them into the gang.

The young man's hands trembled, and a gun shot through his forehead in his dream.

"Isn't there Dazai on the western front?" Takikawa asked.

"...The information is wrong." The man in the suit clenched his fists and said, looking very unwilling, "The team led by Lord Dazai is surrounded."

Time passed by, and after a brief silence, Takigawa Yuichi finally moved.

"I know." He said, frowning on his sickly face, but there was a reliable aura around him.

The young man always carries a fragile sense of brokenness. At first glance, he has nothing to do with the Mafia, but his resume is very terrifying.

172 assassinations were carried out, and 18 leading incidents—Takigawa Yuichi was already an independent existence before he became a cadre.

But the system at this time was desperate.

"Stop laughing, host." Its voice was faint, as if giving up on itself, "If you laugh again, you're going to vomit blood again."

Takigawa Yuichi gave a perfunctory "Oh" and concentrated on driving.

But just a second later, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Hahaha, Dazai will be surrounded one day, and if he dawdles later, his wish to pull the other party off the horse will be fulfilled!

Yes, Lady Luck was on his side.

Takigawa Yuu thumped the steering wheel with clenched hands, and opened the door happily to get out of the car.

The bullet grazed his cheek, but the boy had no intention of extending his hand in his pocket.

Someone in the crowd seemed to have recognized him, Takigawa Yuu glanced around, and after roughly estimating the number of enemies, he turned his head and asked the astonished subordinates around him:

"Where is Dazai?"

This question seemed a bit out of place. The other party said "I am, I am..." for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

Ah, startled by him?

Takigawa tilted his head, and when his eyes fell on the bleeding wound on the opponent's body, the doubtful emotion in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"It won't hurt, will it?"

There was a soft light in the young man's palm, and he raised his eyes slightly and asked.

God, miracle!

"Yes!"

Takigawa Yuichi received the gaze of admiration, smiled and withdrew his hand.

Such gazes were too common for Takigawa Yuichi.

After all, his ability is "plundering". In theory, as long as he can get in touch with the opponent, he can take away everything from the opponent except the ability.

Money, sanity, pain—even life.

That's why Takigawa Yuichi survived the explosion of the Shinkansen.

He traded his life for his own and killed the mastermind of the bombing.

So it is impossible for him to be a policeman at all——

"Now you can tell me that Dazai is..."

boom--

The buildings not far behind collapsed, and the huge flames stopped the fighting from both sides.

Takigawa Yuichi's words were interrupted, and he frowned unhappily.

He turned around, but the fiery flames in the distance suddenly shot up, devouring the blackness at the bottom of his eyes without warning.

The boy fell silent.

"There..." Takigawa Yuu paused, and said with difficulty, "...was it a bank before?"

The adoring subordinates quickly came to their senses this time.

"Yes!" he replied, "Master Dazai is also inside—you asked if you found something?"

Normally, Takigawa Yuichi would be able to accurately capture the word "Dazai".

But his pupils are still shaking now, obviously he didn't listen to a word.

The priceless gems he took away from Kaitou Kidd still exist inside!

He remembers...

Damn, I didn't buy insurance because it was stolen goods!

Takigawa Yuichi almost shed tears in pain, and stepped on the scorched earth silently after the explosion subsided.

The boy squatted down, touched the warm ground under his feet with his fingertips, the hair on his forehead fell down, and a sad look appeared on his soft side face.

After a while, he clenched his hands tightly, as if mourning and unwilling.

Someone raised a gun at this moment.

The action apparently angered members of the Harbor Mafia.

"Three o'clock on the right!"

"Protect Takigawa-sama!"

"No retreat! Those who retreat will be treated as traitors!"

Probably because of the presence of the cadres, the morale of the mafia has increased a lot.

Takigawa Yuichi was so absorbed in mourning his lost wealth that he didn't notice that someone called "Master Dazai".

The boy who came from a distance responded perfunctorily. He glanced at the battlefield that was almost cleaned up all around him. He didn't expect Takikawa's influence to develop to this extent.

Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and his gaze fell on the white figure in the distance uncontrollably.

He remembered the way Takigawa Yuichi panted and slapped his hand away that day.

Delicate but firm, she clearly possesses unrivaled power, yet she is gentler than anyone else.

Such a person cannot become a mafia.

"Yuichi." Dazai walked over, intending to persuade the other party to retreat, but his voice stopped abruptly when the other party turned his head.

The boy's broad eye ends were red, and he was obviously a little surprised when he saw him, and crystal tears gathered in the lower eye sockets.

Dazai froze, and heard Takikawa Yuichi laughing in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

"So you're fine, Dazai."

"..."

Ah, not good.

Osamu Dazai was expressionless for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, and raised his hand as if surrendering for a long time.

Dazai said, "Are you always like this?"

Takigawa Yuu was taken aback for a while, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What?"

Dazai squatted down, his windbreaker fell to the ground, covered with dust, his chin rested lazily on the palm of his hand.

"I laughed at Ango when he said it before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

The afterglow of the setting sun elongated the shadow, Dazai's eyelids drooped indifferently, and his eyes fell on the other party's fingertips that were bleeding from turning over the ruins.

"—Yuichi, do you like me so much?"