Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

Generally speaking, due to various considerations in criminal cases, too many details of the case will not be disclosed to the public at the beginning, and news reports will only say official formulas such as "Where did a murder case occur, and the police are searching it".

Coupled with the lack of magic power, the life force was compressed and supplied to the servants, and the sensitivity of the five senses decreased. Therefore, Oda Sakunosuke did not immediately notice that something was wrong.

But what Jack can't hide is the message from himself.

As time went by, Oda Sakunosuke found that his health began to improve inexplicably, and in the news, the serial murder case in the red light district in the suburbs of Yokohama also occupied the headlines.

Most of the victims were prostitutes. On the way home late at night, they were disemboweled by the murderer, and their hearts disappeared——

With so many famous spin-offs, who wouldn't think of that murderer in the London fog?

Jack the Ripper.

The little girl he picked up... Jack.

And then tonight.

Looking at Dazai Osamu's pure, deep, impenetrable black eyes, there were too many words, and he wanted to say more, Oda Sakunosuke opened his mouth, but finally drank a whole cup of strong liquor.

He smiled wryly, and said with emotion: "It's really hard to be a good father. Dazai."

"Hmph~? Sure enough, you are worrying about the little girl you picked up first. But, 'good daddy'?"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips viciously, and touched the empty glass with the side of the glass: "I heard that, that child is very intimate with you, every mouthful of 'mother'."

Oda Sakunosuke waved his hand expressionlessly, and asked the boss to add a bottle of wine, and then filled Osamu Dazai's half-full glass with tons and tons.

The translation of that look is a sentence written in black and white - even wine can't stop your mouth.

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud.

He raised his hand, put his elbow on Oda Sakunosuke's shoulder, and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, okay~ Oda Sakunosuke old father, be serious. Your complexion is not very good, what happened? "

Gang. Port. Hei. Hand. The youngest cadre of the party, while speaking, his eyes fell on the neckline that the other party deliberately pulled up.

As soon as his gaze passed by, he said meaningfully: "Beating is kissing, scolding is love. Your little lover still bit me? Tsk tsk tsk, how can this be counted~"

Oda Sakunosuke even wanted to throw the pot of yellow waste buried in Kosuke's precocious brain on the guy in front of him.

With one hand pressed against the wound on the side of his neck through the fabric, he acquiesced to Osamu Dazai's guess.

After being silent for a while, Oda Sakunosuke asked in a low voice: "Dazai, do you know...'Over there', in recent years, are there... rookies who are used to cutting people open?"

Osamu Dazai propped his face with his left hand, and replied casually, "No."

"—You know, the recent serial murder case, isn't it quite a big deal? All parties are paying attention, and the BOSS is also very interested. It's quite interesting. I read the relevant information by the way, at least Yokohama In the realm, there is no such number one character."

He looked over suspiciously: "Why? Suddenly interested in that kind of thing. It's not like you."

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes and said in a helpless tone, "The people around me are talking about this every day...Saku Le and the others don't want me to go out at night recently, they all look like little housekeepers."

As if waving a musical note, Osamu Dazai tapped his fingers in mid-air, smiling without seriousness.

"The other party is highly targeted, red light districts, prostitutes, women, late at night, except for the last one, Odasaku, you don't fit the aesthetics of others, do you?"

Oda Sakunosuke patted his hand away: "Are you very knowledgeable about murderers?"

"Well~ it's not serious, just listened to the level of a few ears casually. This matter is in charge of Hongye. It's rare to meet such a thorny head who doesn't know the rules. The boss probably wants to catch him first, and then take the follower Should the government negotiate conditions?"

"The pressure of public opinion is too great, and there are still people blocking the door. The other side is already in a state of desperation."

Dazai shrugged.

"If you ask me, I'd rather play with the murderer - the more stylish the attack mode, the easier it is to make flaws. Compared with the mess that the BOSS threw me, the heart thief in the serial case is simply cuter. 1 Xiaosaki happy."

Knowing that Dazai Osamu was not the cadre in charge of this case, Oda Sakunosuke was also slightly relieved.

Osamu Dazai is smart and never fails, but he is also too lazy to cramp. As long as it is not a task entrusted to him by the leader, even if he guessed it clearly from the beginning, he will never say a word more.

The world of Osamu Dazai and the world of "others" cannot overlap.

Because they are too clever, even if the gods bend down, they can't empathize with mortals like ants, and understand the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of that mayfly.

So alone.

Being "abandoned" above the clouds, he always keeps a long distance from the world here, with a mocking and meaningless smile, whether it is observation or teasing, just like the incompatibility of water and oil, Even if it seems to be blended into one place, in essence, it is clearly divided.

Osamu Dazai walked alone on his own road.

As for Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango, even though they seem to have socialized with him, it is only because they understand the loneliness that surrounds him, but they stand outside the critical string and watch silently.

—I'm sorry to be human.

For a person who can say such words, how lonely and empty should his inner world be?

So much so that Oda Sakunosuke often felt that he was really the No. [-] "nosy" person in Tianzi.

It would be great if it could become that rope, and let this guy, a little bit, have a little more connection with the world-when he was entangled by Osamu Dazai, Oda Sakunosuke was partly for this reason, He acquiesced in communicating with Osamu Dazai.

【So... let's live hard. 】

[Live longer. 】

【For my own dreams, for those kids in the curry shop, for Jack, and——】

Smiling lightly, Oda Sakunosuke pushed Dazai Osamu's arm, and Mo had to capitalize his rejection emotionally: "Don't make fun of Sakule casually. She will never have anything to do with a scumbag like you in her life. relation."

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai wailed in a fake way, "Don't reject me so quickly, old man! It's not an exaggeration to say that I'm super popular~"

Ah.

Scumbag.

Oda Sakunosuke waved his hands three times with a subterranean smile.

【It's just a childish brat. 】

[Even if you can analyze the human heart accurately, the "heart" can't understand it, and it's not mature enough... There is no yearning for good and evil, good and bad, and it just wants to watch the fun indifferently. 】

【"Death" class, I really don't want him to teach Dazai. 】

Feeling that I raised a child, I developed a habit, so much so that I even gave birth to a guardian's toil to Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke hurriedly poured a couple of sips of wine, suppressed the shock, and calmed down.

He pushed the little jar of ice towards him.

"What about you? CD-ROM asked me. You've been so busy lately that you haven't touched the ground, and Ango hasn't seen you for a long time. What big moves are the upper echelons making? Fortunately, it has nothing to do with a small handyman like me."

The corners of Dazai Zhi's lips twitched, and he seemed to be smiling brightly, but those who knew him knew that something was wrong with this kid, a sign that he was trying his best to mess with people.

"Well, as for me, I've been busy dealing with 'guests' recently."

He raised his index finger, flicked the wall of the glass, rubbed his head on the back of his hand, and peered through the orange-yellow wine into the bizarre world.

"—That's quite, quite, an 'unpleasant' guest, Odasaku."

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Turn back the time to a month ago, the night before Yokohama had something strange.

The Hong Kong, Port, Black, Hand, Party has taken over a batch of smuggled, imported antiques. It is said that they are all fresh goods just dug out from ancient tombs. They are invaluable after being appraised by professionals.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya are responsible for the inspection of this batch of goods.

According to the rules, every item must be unpacked and compared with the items on the list.

Although when facing Osamu Dazai, Nakahara was like a nuclear bomb that ignited at one point. Within three seconds of meeting, even if there was no fight, there must be an argument.

But in fact, he was unexpectedly a good young man.

Not to mention being polite, serious, and responsible, on the street, if Nakahara Zhong also encounters an old lady carrying a heavy package, she will even use the ability "gravity manipulation" to help her reduce the burden—it was later discovered that this old lady was pretending to be Osamu Dazai, That's another big news.

In short, Zhongye Zhongye is super reliable.

So in the Central Plains, he was diligent and diligent, following the rules and procedures with the other party, Dazai Osamu was already wearing his 502 glued coat, dancing, like a butterfly, spinning and jumping among the cargo boxes.

Ignoring Chuya Nakahara's roar, Osamu Dazai went to a box that looked particularly pleasing to the eye. He didn't even need a key, and he didn't know how he operated it.

Inside the chest, properly placed, was a gold cup.

The whole body is made of pure gold, not too big, even smaller than the normal cups today, which can be easily held by women.

The body of the cup was clumsily engraved in the shape of a flower; underneath it, there were two lines of indistinguishable ancient characters with completely opposite styles, so it should not have been written by one person.

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue: "This is what you said, the priceless treasure? This carver... is really cheap."

The person in charge of explaining next to him hurried over and said with a sneer.

"Although, although the characters and patterns on it cannot be discerned, experts have identified it as a relic of Sumerian culture. It has been preserved for a long time, and it is miraculously perfect. As long as you make a few gimmicks and fry it, then absolute--"

The other party smiled and gestured for counting money.

Osamu Dazai, who was not interested in this, bent down, hooked his index finger around the body of the cup, and was about to pick it up for a closer look—

He opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly shouted.

"Zhongye!"