[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

It's night, Yokohama.

Without the bustling flow of people during the day, only the flickering lights of the city are left in this seaside port city at this time, matching the breeze on the sea.

Ability Secret Service Division.

At this time, it was already past the off-duty time, and the room was silent.

But there is an office where the lights are always on.

The room is still quiet, only the rustling sound of pens scratching papers can be heard at the desk.

The one who still works here is a young man who has been secretly called a "workaholic" by his colleagues or subordinates all the year round, just because of this person, he is really good at working overtime.

The evening breeze blows outside the window, blowing a tree's branches and leaves rustling. The person inside the window purses his lips under the light, his expression is as rigorous as in the daytime, as if he doesn't feel a trace of fatigue.

After a while, Ango Sakaguchi, that is, the dedicated government official, stopped writing the report, and reached out to pick up the coffee on the case and brought it to his lips.

Only then did I realize that the coffee in the cup had been drunk before I knew it.

He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall, the pointer pointed to three o'clock in the morning.

It's still early.

Ango Sakaguchi let out a sigh of relief, pinched the bridge of his nose, got up and prepared to make another cup of coffee for himself.

When he stood in front of the coffee machine, he suddenly stopped reaching out and froze in place.

A butterfly with a blue body and black patterns on the outside flew past in front of my eyes. The butterfly's body was glowing with a faint light, which was particularly conspicuous under the dim light.

Ango Sakaguchi swallowed, and slowly turned around while maintaining the posture of holding the cup.

He met a pair of frost blue eyes.

The beauty in tsing-clothed hair was slightly dyed, and her figure floated gracefully in the air. A blue-and-white bright lamp hung from a lamp stick under her seat. The cool-toned light attracted a few small butterflies.

The coldness made Ango Sakaguchi tremble with fear.

"Miss Qing Xingdeng?"

Ango Sakaguchi stabilized his mind, pushed his glasses and asked.

He looked very calm, so calm that it didn't fit the situation of an ordinary person seeing a ghost for the first time.

"Eh——Sakaguchi Yasugo?"

Qing Xingdeng looked over from the side, his expression was lazy, and his face became more and more beautiful under the light.

"Speaking of which, this should be the first meeting between you and me in this world."

"That's true," Sakaguchi Ango confirmed the identity of the other party, and his tone remained unchanged: "I don't know why Miss Qing Xingdeng came here late at night?"

Qing Xingdeng squinted his eyes and glanced at him, with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's nothing serious, I'm here to help Oda-kun send some things to his friends."

An Wu's hand holding the cup tightened, and his eyes went blank for a moment.

Qing Xingdeng took out two beautifully bound novels and patted them in front of him.

"Here, Huang Quan has recently developed some new projects following the rhythm of the present world." Qing Xingdeng pressed the cover of the novel, as if nothing had happened: "Mr. His friends in this world."

Ango Sakaguchi maintained an expression of not knowing what to call, and stiffly took the novel drawn by Aoyuki Lantern in front of him.Seeing the signature of Oda Sakunosuke on the cover, his eyes died.

"Excuse me, where did Oda publish it?"

"Of course it's Huang Quan."

Qing Xingdeng took it for granted.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

I originally thought that the dream dream some time ago was already unimaginable, but I didn't expect that there would be something more exciting.

As a living person, I actually got the work of my dead friend.

I was wrong Oda, I didn't expect your life after death to be so rich.

"Thank you, Ms. Qing Xingdeng, for personally delivering it." Ango Sakaguchi flipped through the next book, and found that both were the same hardcover edition. "I will hand over the other copy to Dazai."

"On the road!"

Qing Xingdeng squinted her eyes and smiled, so she didn't bother to find another friend of Oda, the black mud was too heavy, no matter how good-looking she was, she didn't want to deal with it.Since the person in front of her took over the errand by herself, she would be disrespectful.

After finally coming to this world, she has to think about how she should play.

How about quietly going to watch His Highness Rage God?

Such a happy decision.

Qing Xingdeng sprinkled a string of small flowers all over his body, and floated away slowly on the lamp stick.

When the figure of Qing Xingdeng was completely hidden in the darkness, and there was no more hair of this slim beauty in sight, Ango Sakaguchi leaned against the table and heaved a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that his back was soaked.

Facing the ghosts and gods of the underworld, Rao Yisakaguchi Ango's mind could not help but feel palpitations, this is different from the last time we met in a dream.

The last time I was led by Qing Die to see my dead friend in my sleep, I only saw the back of this great monster, and the name and identity of the other party I learned from my best friend.

This time, it's a real face-to-face in the real world.

I'm too difficult.

Sakaguchi Ango thought so.

I'm just a social animal dedicated to work, why should I encounter such anti-scientific things.

Although their Yokohama supernatural beings are anti-scientific, they are all alive and human after all.

Who would have thought that his best friend, who had been dead for many years, would be favored by the ghosts and gods of Huangquan because of his ability to tell stories, not only promised to help him dream, and lead him and Dazai to meet in his dream, but now he personally came to help him run errands and deliver books.

Oda, as expected of you.

Ango Sakaguchi was lying on his back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, and in front of him was a novel published by Sakunosuke Oda in Huangquan.

Now, he has to find a way to send one of them to another friend.

This is the real nerve-wracking work.

How could he deliver this novel to Osamu Dazai without exposing Huang Quan?

——Ango Sakaguchi confirmed that Oda did not disclose any information about Huang Quan to Osamu Dazai. The dream he gave him was just an ordinary meeting and care, not like himself, where his soul was drawn to Huang Quan and He meets.

Osamu Dazai's IQ must have found something wrong, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he had no other choice but to stay dormant for a while.

Even if Qing Xingdeng sent it over silently, it would be better than Ango Sakaguchi handing it over.

Ango Sakaguchi can now imagine what expression Osamu Dazai will have when he reads this novel.

Withered grass-like indifference grew in his flesh.

But even if this happens, even if Osamu Dazai becomes suspicious again, Ango Sakaguchi cannot let Aoyuki Deng get in touch with Osamu Dazai.

For some reason, he subconsciously felt that something bad would happen after they met.

At least Osamu Dazai would have a justifiable reason to commit suicide in the future, for example, Huang Quan is so humane, so of course he wants to go to such a dream paradise... and so on.

However, does Osamu Dazai need a reason to commit suicide?

Thinking of his friend who is currently teasing newcomers in the Armed Detective Agency and shouting "refreshing and energetic suicide" every day, Ango Sakaguchi feels a bit of a headache.

and……

Before Dazai succeeded in committing suicide, wouldn't he be beaten into Santuchuan by his former partner?

Some recent images popped up in my mind, and Ango Sakaguchi had an indescribably weird expression.

Inside the apartment of a senior cadre of the Port Mafia.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sleeping soundly on his luxurious double bed, as if he wanted to make up for all the sleep he lacked these days.

After the vacation was over, he fell into a working hell. He relied on him to approve documents and negotiate deals with his partners. He was the one who bought cakes for Alice. Caring for the physical and mental health of his subordinates, for example, not to let the silly boy Akutagawa explode after being aroused by the dead mackerel's few words, and so on.

Recently, because he had to hold his nose to cooperate with the armed detective agency next door, he had to fight all kinds of wits and courage with the idiot mackerel.

It can be said that he has experienced many battles.

This also caused him to be really tired, and he was safe enough at his own home, so he wouldn't have a good sleep right now.

Nakahara Chuya's sleep quality is very good. He always sleeps on the bed. This characteristic was often ridiculed when he was working with his ex-partner.A babble can often make Zhongyuan Zhongye half dead, and then according to the usual practice, Zhongyuan Zhongye will jump up and grab the opponent's curly hair and shout at his dark circles, "If you quarrel again, I will throw you out", and then Shouting "Get out of the way" to the ghosts and monsters surrounding you can basically make your partner shut up and go to sleep, so that you can also get enough sleep.

It's just that today seems to be a little bit different.

The young man with maple-colored hair twisted and twisted while sleeping under the quilt was spread softly on the pillow, and his sleeping appearance was unexpectedly innocent, not like a vicious mafia, but at this moment his brows were furrowed, as if he had fallen into a not-so-good situation. in the dream.

The dark and gloomy sky, the forest covered by the night is full of ghosts, countless people kneel towards the high platform, the black flames are boundless, like unconscious wild beasts born between heaven and earth, trying to kill the lightning, the strong wind, and the waves together devour.

A bloody river flows on the ground.

There are thousands of bright lights, and the singers of Huangquan Shenguo sing ancient songs in the lights, the sound of shamisen music is swaying, and a hundred ghosts walk at night on the underworld.

Ah... Dead mackerel seems to be quite a ghost.

The sleeping man muttered silently, turned over unconsciously, and his pajamas opened more than half with his carefree movements, revealing his muscular and tight waist.

There was moonlight projecting in from the window, and the part of the exposed waist was so white that it could dazzle people's eyes.

The man who didn't know when sneaked in stood in front of the window, just avoiding the bright moonlight.He stood in the darkness, silently looking at the handsome young man who was sleeping boldly.

After a long while, he seemed to be confused by the innocent sleeping appearance, and slightly stretched out his hand.

Under the moonlight, a bandaged wrist could be seen slowly stretching out, and the back of the hand was gently attached to half of the sleeping young man's face.

"The vigilance is really poor. As a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, this is not qualified."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of waking up, the man boldly sat on the side of the bed, and the sand-colored windbreaker slightly raised with his movements.

"Still..." The person whose face was still hidden in the dark seemed to be smiling, and his kite-colored eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Because the subconscious mind realizes that it's me, so it doesn't matter?"

"...Zhongye."

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