Why should I clean up

What is [character relationship]?

Takigawa Yuu frowned, his eyes didn't stay on the words that popped up for too long.

After all, he is now more curious about what he did just now, which made Dazai's favorability suddenly increase.

"Dazai."

When Dazai Osamu turned around, Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help but stop him.

In the silent stare at each other, the boy remained expressionless, squeezed the handkerchief tightly, and asked like a routine: "Apart from suicide, do you have any hobbies?"

Dazai:?

"Or something you like, I'm suddenly a little curious." Takigawa Yuichi put his hands back into the pockets of his windbreaker, and said very naturally.

Takigawa Yuichi thinks that the reason why he still can't figure out Dazai's mind is because he doesn't know himself enough.

As long as you get enough information, then you must—

"No." After being stunned for a moment, Osamu Dazai gave the answer.

He raised his drooping eyelashes, and suddenly looked at him with expectant eyes: "But if it's Yuichi, maybe it can make boring things interesting."

Takigawa Yuichi fell silent.

It's over, and things seem to be getting more and more wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, there was no warning before Dazai's rebellion in that dream.

Understood!

Takigawa Yuichi suddenly woke up.

A terrifying person like Dazai might be able to manipulate his own favorability at will.

So the data given by the system may not be true——Dazai must be faking it!Just to relax my vigilance!

In this way, the inexplicable words that Dazai just said that he likes him can also be explained!

Takigawa Yuichi didn't find a flaw in his logic, and quickly regained his confidence.

The corners of his lips curled up, his expression fell into Dazai's eyes, and it turned into Yuichi smiling because of his own words.

The young man smiled softly, his face as pale and soft as snow was covered with a layer of light due to the sunset.

Takigawa Yuichi didn't speak, as if he had reached an agreement with himself tacitly, and saw the distant future in a blink of an eye.

Dazai blinked, and couldn't help being curious: "What about Yuichi?"

Takigawa Yuichi: "What?"

Dazai: "I gave the answer, and in exchange, Yuichi has to tell me too."

Is this the deal?

Takigawa Yuichi thought for a while, but didn't understand why the topic suddenly came here.

But if it's just something you like, it's not a big deal to tell the other person.

"Money." Takigawa Yuichi said firmly.

This answer was unexpected and reasonable, even Dazai was stunned.

He raised his eyes to look, but found that Yu Yi's expression was indifferent, and there was no emotion in his clear eyes.

"For me, this is the most trustworthy existence."

Relatives, friends—as long as there is a thoughtful existence, there is always the possibility of betrayal.

Takigawa Yuichi thought that there was no need to fall twice at the same place.

Therefore, without money, he can't feel at ease.

"I see." Dazai smiled, he seemed to understand the meaning of his friend in an instant, he didn't comment too much, but silently hung up the call from Nakahara Chuya.

The phone was on silent, but Takigawa Yuichi still noticed the conspicuous word "slug".

"Maybe it's a mission."

"It's because it's a mission that I didn't accept it."

"..."

As a model worker, Takigawa Yuichi was briefly persuaded by Dazai's words.

He silently glanced at the subordinates following him, and sighed with a headache: "Then you don't have to go back deliberately to delay the time."

Obviously have a car!

It's an hour from here to Port Mafia!

But Dazai glanced at the setting sun, and said confidently: "Now is the patrol time of the port mafia."

What patrols require cadres and quasi-cadres to come together!

Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help turning his face to the side, and found that the children passing by the road were almost crying from their fright.

Noticing his gaze, the followers behind Takigawa Yuichi also turned their heads.

So the mother who was about to take the child away was also frightened and cried.

Yuichi Takigawa: ...

He silently looked back, feeling a little guilty: "Mr. Dazai."

"Ok?"

"Has this happened to you when you were on patrol before?"

Dazai thought for a while, and finally replied slowly: "I didn't notice."

After all, he has no motivation to do this kind of thing, and mostly adopts the strategic method of directly sending his subordinates out to do things, and then stay in one place to play games by himself.

It's just because Yuichi is here today, so it's a bit special.

But then again, the group of guys behind them seemed annoying.

He twittered and said something like "Dazai-sama finally cheered up!"——thought he couldn't hear it!

Dazai sneered, and for a moment the dark thought that these people were bribed by Chuya deliberately belittled his own existence in front of Yuichi appeared.

But slugs have no brains and probably can't do such a thing.

Thinking that he has the upper hand compared to Nakahara Chuya - Osamu Dazai suddenly feels at ease again.

Takigawa Yuichi noticed the change in his mood, and his pupils began to tremble.

its not right!What is Dazai laughing at!

He's not going to start messing around again, is he?Like just blowing up half the port?

Takigawa Yuichi's expression froze instantly, and he began to look around carefully.

However, with just such a glance, he accurately captured the disorderly black garbage bags placed in the corner of the garbage can in the distance.

Takigawa Yuichi fell silent, he frowned, changed his direction and squatted down slowly.

When the piled garbage bags were opened, a stench came first, and then a blood-stained head came into view.

The boy didn't hesitate, then opened the second one, and saw the rest of the body without any surprise.

"It's an idiot to actually do it in Yokohama." Takikawa sighed, took the handkerchief handed over by his subordinates behind him, dried the blood on his hand, and stood up.

Dazai's expression didn't change, he glanced coldly at the open garbage bag, but smiled when he heard Yuichi's words: "Hey, did someone Yuichi know do it?"

Takigawa Yuichi's expression was complicated: "I don't really know each other...Look here."

"Although the degree of damage is large, the cut edge on the other side is very complete, with traces of stitching and removal."

This is a failure.

On one corner of the bloodless body tissue, there was a row of neat holes that were hard to find, which were left by the murderer after death.

Osamu Dazai blinked, thinking of the news in Tokyo some time ago.

Human bombs/bombs.

Incidents that endanger social security have always been the topic of greatest concern to the public, and arresting serial killers is also a responsibility that puts the police under pressure.

It is a pity that half a year ago, the murderer surrounded by the spotlight was released due to insufficient evidence after being detained for 24 hours.

Takigawa Yuichi put his hands back into his pockets: "If I remember correctly, this case has been handed over from the First Search Division to the Criminal Division."

Speaking of which, Matsuda and the others seem to be the reserve members of this class.

If they had been on the Shinkansen, the bomb might not have exploded.

Takigawa Yuichi sighed, raised his hand and pressed his sore neck: "But since it happened here, I will report this to Mr. Mori."

He put his palms on the back of his neck, and when he tilted his head back, a pair of lavender eyes appeared: "Dazai."

"Ok?"

"Can I trouble you to write a brief report?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head innocently: "Of course."

Takigawa Yuichi who also prepared other remarks: "..."

It was too easy to promise.

Osamu Dazai must have thought of some bad idea.

Takigawa Yuu frowned, and silently turned his face away.

The boy walked very slowly, and gently dropped the stamped letter into the mailbox as he passed by the street.

Osamu Dazai raised his head curiously: "What is that?"

Takigawa Yuichi said in a relaxed tone, "A gift for a friend."

[The weather in Japan is fine today. The watchdog and his cat have disappeared together. It is a good day for harvesting wheat. ]

There was no signature at the end of the letter, only a bouquet of flowers was attached.

Takigawa Yuu didn't have the slightest worry that this letter would be intercepted, after all, the meaning contained in it probably only he and Bai Lan could understand.

Pity.

Takigawa Yuichi thought.

If it wasn't for that sudden dream, he should have sneaked into Peng Lie to help his good friend Bai Lan.

Disc-in-disc-disc-in-a-dish—it’s very exciting to think about it.