On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

Because of this message from the girl, Oda Saku has been sitting on the bar stool and thinking for 3 minutes.

The amount of information revealed in the message is a bit large, so Odasaku himself has to become more cautious, but he doesn't think that this passage is asking him for any advice. According to what he has learned about her character, Shimoba has a very It may be simply stating or sharing the past.

Then he just needs to listen carefully and give his thoughts appropriately.

If it were any other person in the world, Oda Saku might not be so cautious in replying, but every time when facing her, his speech and behavior inadvertently become more cautious than when writing manuscripts.

This does not mean that Oda Saku compared her to a bottleneck in writing, a difficult object for him to overcome. On the contrary, it is precisely because he regards her as a character in the book that he continued to write based on himself. It is the key role that cannot be separated from the traces, so he needs to think about it repeatedly.

Even he didn't realize that he was embellishing her a little too much.

Tonight, the Lupine tavern was as dark and low-key as usual, with a few taciturn regular customers scattered around, each of them kept a distance from each other, enjoying the tranquility of the tavern alone as if they could not feel the passage of time.

Oda Saku also became one of them. He took a sip of the distilled wine soaked in the ice hockey puck on the table. He didn't wake up until the cold amber liquid was in his throat. He gathered his thoughts and started Officially picked up the phone to reply to the other party's message.

[It is also important to choose a job that you like. ] Odasaku transformed his ideas into text and edited them and put them in the dialog box. After thinking about it for a while, he added a sentence: [However, when going out, girls still need to pay more attention to their safety first. ]

Although he felt that with Shuangye's strength, no one should be able to take advantage of her.

There is nothing brilliant about this well-behaved speech. Staring at the email that has been sent on the screen, Odasaku couldn't help thinking, I don't know if it will give people a boring tone like an old father...

Girls of that age should prefer handsome peers who can have a lively atmosphere.

The fingertips were inexplicably infected with an itchy precursor, which made Odasaku suddenly want to smoke a cigarette to relieve his mood. In an instant, his retina clearly reflected the words on it.

[I'll listen to you, but next time I want to share Sakunosuke's curry day three times a week with me, how about it? ]

This time he replied without thinking: [Okay. ]

At the same time, the corners of his lips raised quietly, representing a happy arc. The moment of craving for cigarettes that appeared in his heart seemed to be thrown away by Oda Saku. His eyes had not moved away from the moment of the conversation. Suddenly, a friend's voice came.

"Is it a female friend?" There was a hint of ridicule in the young voice next to him.

"...You are here, Dazai." Odasaku recognized the person coming and nodded in response. Because of some thought that he wanted to keep it as a treasure, he pressed the lock screen button calmly, isolating Dazai Looking here.

However, he was quite curious about one question: "How do you know—that's my female friend?"

It should be said that Dazai, a quasi-officer with outstanding abilities, is Mafia's outstanding ability. His insight is so keen that he can detect even this.

Dazai played with the beer delivered by the bartender, but didn't drink it for a while, he just stared at the reflected light on the glass, and said casually:

"It's very simple, just judging from the image you have carefully taken care of recently, you can see that the stubble on your face has been shaved clean, and the coat and shirt have been ironed and smoothed... this Is it because there are people who need special treatment that you start to pay attention to whether your image will make a good impression on others?"

"Is that so..." Odasaku touched his smooth chin subconsciously.

This is what he guessed from what Shuangye said in the cafe last time, she should have liked her image without stubble before cleaning it up, and even tidied up her clothes by the way. Is it so obvious in the eyes of others...

Thinking of this, he seemed to feel a little embarrassment in his heart.While Odasaku was still struggling with this thought, there was a sound of quiet footsteps on the stairs of the tavern, and he saw the man who came downstairs wearing round-rimmed glasses and full of scholarly air. The youth, Dazai and Odasaku all raised their hands to greet him.

"Hi, Ango! You came early today!"

As soon as An Wu took his seat, the bartender in a wine-red vest pushed the prepared GinFizz in front of him. There were ice cubes floating on the surface of the exciting gin, which looked very ornamental.

"It's all thanks to you, Dazai-kun, who suddenly sent me the information organized by the Takase Society. Just taking over and organizing it made me work overtime for three days, and I was buried at my desk without even having time for dinner... ...Fortunately, I can finally record all the files tonight." After thanking the bartender verbally, Anwu turned his head to look at them, "So, what were you talking about just now?"

Before the person concerned spoke, Dazai fiddled with the foam on the edge of the wine glass with his fingertips in a childlike manner, and said with a smile: "Oda is about to do his good, and maybe he will be the first of the three of us to take off his clothes soon." Single one."

Ango looked at Odasaku in surprise, then nodded understandingly: "Mr. Odasaku should be about time."

"There is no such thing." However, Oda Saku showed a bitter expression and explained: "It's better to say that I have already failed once."

"What's going on?" Dazai asked curiously.

Odasaku was silent for a while, until he took another sip from the wine glass, he said softly: "Last time I happened to talk to her about marriage, and I took the opportunity to reveal the fact that I am raising five children now. Then she seemed to have figured something out, and then completely avoided the topic... This probably means rejecting me."

The two observers were also silent for a long time after listening.

The topic seems to suddenly become surreal...

"This... for women, it may take some time to think about how to prepare for the mother of five children." After a long while, An Wu made an excuse for him in a heavy tone, but it was a pity that he said it even himself. I don't believe it.

It was only at this time that they realized that the situation of a 21-year-old single father dragging his family to find a girlfriend may be more severe than imagined.

However, Dazai on the other side held his chin with one hand and fell into the vortex of thinking, then suddenly raised his head and asked Odasaku: "Odasaku, what did you say at that time?"

Odasaku was stunned for a moment, and then repeated it again. After hearing this, Dazai showed an expression of "that's true", tilted his head and smiled at him and said: "Maybe the other party just happened to mistakenly think that you rejected her Oh, Odasaku, you probably haven't really confirmed what that lady thinks, have you? It's better to find a time to ask clearly."

"Really... I will try it." Oda Saku murmured, and couldn't help but feel that this was a good idea, so he raised his wine glass and signaled to the black-haired boy who provided this idea: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dazai's eye exposed outside the bandage was bent into a half-moon shape, and he also raised his glass to lightly bump the rim with him, "I'm more curious about what the lady Oda Saku Shinyaku looks like."

Oda Saku thought for a while, and smiled sincerely because of the past memories: "It's cute."

He went on to add: "The personality is also very interesting. Although it is difficult for outsiders to tell from her performance, she has her own gentleness and is a very lovable girl."

Dazai and Ango were slightly surprised by his rare expression of emotion. They looked at each other, and found the wave of willingness to wish sincerely for their friends in each other's eyes.They also understand that no matter which one of them has a lover in the future, it will definitely reduce the time spent together, and make people feel a little lonely.

However, the friendship between them will not be reduced by half.

At least at this moment, they still think so in their hearts.

Dazai straightened his back as if he was about to regain his strength, pushed the beer in his hand back to the bartender, and asked to replace it with detergent or gasoline, but of course he was rejected.But Dazai was not discouraged when he was rejected, and took back the wine glass in his hand quite obediently. He folded his hands on the bar counter, resting his head on his arms, staring at the two adjacent white foams in the glass, and suddenly used As if sharing an interesting tone, he said:

"Speaking of interesting personalities, I also met a very interesting woman recently."

Hearing this, An Wu dismantled him quite mercilessly: "I always feel like I'm going to start worrying about that woman who was targeted by you, Dazai-kun..."

"Ango-kun is too much~ Be careful, I will say the same when you get a girlfriend!" The sixteen-year-old Dazai immediately protested dissatisfied.

Faced with such a threat, Ango just pushed the lens indifferently, and said, "What are you talking about, how could I have a girlfriend."

He is very self-aware, overtime dogs don't deserve love at all.

"No matter what, I still want to cheer for you when I meet a woman I like, Dazai." As the only conscience among the few, Oda Saku raised his wine glass in the air and said to him.

Dazai quickly curled the corners of his lips again, a thick smile gradually blurred in the iris eyes under the slender eyelashes, and raised his hand to push the cup to his side.

"Share with you."

"Mr. Odasaku, you are too tolerant of Dazai-kun to let him be so lawless." Seeing this, Ango raised his cocktail glass angrily, and lightly touched theirs, "Then tonight... …a toast to the careers of the two departing single dingoes?”

"what."

"Cheers to Dingo."

"cheers."

The interior layout is as luxurious as a European high-end hotel room, with several retro chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, dark red Damascus brocade hanging on the wall, and Impressionist oil paintings that can be auctioned for sky-high prices, platinum candlesticks swaying faintly in the corner. Every object living here seems to be trying its best to reveal the aura of money.

And the person sitting in such an office is the leader of Port Mafia, the supernatural organization currently in charge of the darkness in Yokohama.

In the middle of the night, this middle-aged man in white was still sitting on his black leather office chair, resting on one hand, browsing with interest the document in his hand that was anonymously provided by an enthusiastic person.

At the same time, behind him stood two guards in black suits. They waited beside him expressionlessly like a sculpture. Unwavering tenacity even with young girls.

"Did even Shuanghei lose... This is really an incredible character."

The mobile phone placed on the table had reported to him the information from his capable subordinates in the form of loudspeaker just one minute ago.

He murmured lowly.

The window at the back was blocked by electricity, turning into a dusty wall. At this moment, only the desk lamp on the mahogany table still casts light on Mori Ogai's face. A clear silhouette.

This silhouette is as deep as night, and if need be, it can be transformed into a nightmare that everyone fears.

But the incarnation of Nightmare was entangled by a young girl who was not taller than his waist.

"Hey, Rintaro, hey, how long will it take before you can sleep?"

The blonde girl was wearing a dark red dress, and the wavy skirt was as beautiful as blooming petals.Her appearance was as lovely as an angel depicted in a Western oil painting, but her tone of voice was full of arrogance and dissatisfaction, but she was not at all worried that the person in front of her would punish her for it.

If other people had spoken to Mori Ogai in such a tone, the other party's body might have appeared in the waste treatment plant the next day.

But the person who spoke like this was Alice, because it was so cute that Mori Ogai couldn't refuse her request.

"Alice, be good, you have to wait a little longer. If you are sleepy, lie on my lap and sleep for a while, okay?"

"do not want!"

"It's okay, I will definitely not wake you up lightly, come and sleep?"

"I don't want it! I want to go back to bed!"

The two talked about inappropriate conversations as if no one else was there.

The guards behind dutifully continued to maintain the posture of no evil, and the phone seemed to have fallen into a strange silence because of hearing this slightly inappropriate line.

Mori Ogai, who was entangled by the young girl, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows in distress, so he had no choice but to show his current situation to his subordinates on the other side of the phone.

"So that's it, Chuya-kun. Is Dazai-kun in the other party's hands now? After taking Dazai-kun back, tell him that this 'gift to Hong Kong gangsters' must be treated properly."

After hanging up the phone, Mori Ogai immediately put on a happy expression, took the girl's hand and walked into the next room.

"Okay, we can go back to sleep now~ Let's sleep together tonight, Alice-chan?"

"You sleep alone, perverted Rintaro."

The overlapping doors gradually swallowed up the words of the two, and after the lights in the office were extinguished, a large piece of thick ink suddenly invaded the space.

A flipped page of information about a certain girl killer was placed on the mahogany tabletop, and at the same time, voices were hidden in the darkness.

Frost Leaf escaped from the Warehouse Street with the hostages bound like a kite. After passing through the artificial forest that surrounded the Warehouse Street, she repeatedly turned from the remote path to the sparsely populated place, constantly erasing the past that she had left behind along the way. After confirming that there was no trace of tracking behind him, he led people to the pier near the Bay Bridge.

In a few more hours, it will be daylight.

The night near dawn is like an ocean that can drown people, swallowing the light of the stars, leaving only a few wandering lonely stars still tenaciously supporting in the sky.

Opposite the Bay Bridge is Yokohama Minato Mirai 21 ward.

Looking across from here, you can see the towering Yokohama Landmark Building and the giant Ferris wheel called Cosmic Clock 21.The ever-flowing sea of ​​cars and the neon lights on the Ferris wheel act as a river of stars at night, forming a dazzling and beautiful picture.

It is a good choice to use it as a backdrop for a date.

It's a pity that this dating trip has come to an end here.

The black-haired boy next to him seemed to have sensed her intention to leave, and he couldn't help showing a ray of melancholy regret from that handsome face.

"Hey, the date is coming to an end now... I'm still thinking if I ask Miss later, can I use this piano wire tied to my neck to tighten my neck."

His voice is low and tender, and the iris-colored eyes staring at Shuangye exude an aura that can make people embrace fantasy. When he looks at you like this, I am afraid that few women can really be cruel and reject any of his offers. Require.

The premise is that this request is not to ask others to help him strangle him with a rope.

After listening to his words, the calm as frost leaf could not help showing eyes as if looking at a wonderful flower in full bloom.

The author has something to say: Shuang Ye: I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

It feels like a salted fish at the end of the story (lay flat

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