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After being hit by the sea waves again, Hong Xiang fell into deep thought.

Why can't he figure out why he wants to come to the beach to catch fish? Can he catch fish on the beach?It's not bad to pick up crabs when the tide is back.

"Cat."

"Meow."

The blond young man touched his pocket, and after the breakfast money he just paid, there was still a lot left, "Let's go back, I'll buy you dried fish, okay?"

"Meow."

The day had already lifted off, and the blond young man standing by the beach, with a white cat on his shoulder, returned to the office building.

When he left the building in the morning, Hong Xiang squinted at [Senhe Society].

Obviously it reads as Port Mafia...

These days, the mafia has been laundered and become a formal enterprise.

Next to the tallest building, there are several buildings that are slightly shorter than Senhe Club, and two of them are even under construction, but it is obvious from the architectural style that they are all in one series.

After returning to the gate of the Ganghei Building after two hours, Hongxiang stood on the opposite street and observed the people entering and leaving.

There are men and women, they are all wearing work clothes, they look like ordinary white-collar workers.Because I work in an office building, it is not strange to wear dark formal clothes (black suits). There is a huge amount of traffic at the entrance, and because it is close to the port, this is almost one of the most prosperous areas in Yokohama.

There's even a security guard at the gate, who greets him on their way out in the morning, though they probably have real guns hidden under their suits.

If it wasn't for seeing an arms transaction contract on the desk in the morning, and then went to clean the port, it would really look like an ordinary office building.

"Huh—" He breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to cross the road and go back to his office first.

"He Hui."

The blond youth abruptly retracted the steps he had taken.

A weak, mournful young voice sounded behind him.Different from Edogawa Ranpo's childish and energetic tone in the restaurant, Hong Xiang can even imagine the boy behind him with a frail body wrapped in a generous coat, like a child begging for candy from an adult.

Take a step back with your right foot and turn around.Reflected in the green eyes of the young man is a boy with a bandage on his right eye. He is about 1.6 meters tall and half a head shorter than himself. There is a piece of adhesive tape on his left cheek. Just as he thought, the boy is very thin , but wearing a black coat, hanging down to the length of the calf.

The fundus of the eyes was slightly black and blue, and the exposed arms and neck were also wrapped with bandages.The figure is vain, and under the generous coat is probably a bony body, which is long-term malnutrition.

Hong Xiang: Tsk, I kind of want to make a bastard soup for this kid.

But compared to the bandages that smelled of blood and gunpowder, what Hong Xiang first noticed was a scratch on the boy's right earlobe. It was a fresh wound, scratched and bloodstained.

Since he, a high school student, was working for the mafia, it was not surprising that there were younger children in the mafia.

With just one glance, Hong Xiang deduced the situation of the boy in front of him.From Osamu Dazai's point of view, the blond youth just glanced at him casually when he turned around, and then took another step forward without pausing at all.

There was only one step between the two, which obviously surpassed the intimate distance between people, but the black-haired boy in front of him was not rejected by the invaded territory, nor did he have any body language, and he still maintained the calmness of just calling his name appearance.

Seems to be on good terms with him.

Raising his hand, he touched the other's earlobe vaguely, Hong Xiang didn't touch it completely, but asked with a hint of concern at a distance of half a centimeter, "How did you do it?"

"Ah, this..." Dazai Osamu, who obviously didn't touch the skin directly, but still felt a heat source approaching, tried hard to recall the experience of last night, "Maybe it was affected by the bullet, I can't remember."

Not long after the Dragon Head War ended, Osamu Dazai, as Mori Ogai's direct subordinate, had to clean up too much mess. Even though Osamu Dazai tried his best to kill the sabotage, he was still tortured to death by the workload.

——I don’t even have time to commit suicide.

Because it was slightly taller than the boy, and the distance between the two was close enough, Osamu Dazai couldn't see Toko's eyes suddenly narrowed, and naturally he couldn't notice the momentary unnaturalness of Toko's expression.

But Osamu Dazai seemed to realize something else, and leaned back a little, a little away from the fingers that were about to touch his earlobe.

[bullet]

No matter what the bullet is, it is not such a simple matter to graze the earlobe.In other words, the bullet passed through about one or two centimeters away from the boy's earlobe. After rubbing against the air, the earlobe was scratched by the fast hot wind.

A boy, doing mafia work in the dark hours.After all, when Hong Xiang could sleep in the bedroom after processing the documents in the office, the boy was out [working]... It sounds pitiful, but the truth is somewhat different from what he thought at the beginning.

His eyes swept over the black suits behind the boy, and then at the top of the boy's hair. They were obviously dominated by this boy.

Such a young grade can mobilize about one team member. When the boy stopped to greet him, the black suits did not have any dissatisfaction. They stood three meters away respectfully, giving the two of them an independent space.

To be able to live in the world of the mafia, this boy must have a certain skill, and maybe he has a direct connection with the BOSS.

Hong Xiang retreated back, this time looking generously and with scrutiny, after collecting the information, he searched the chat records with all the [literary heroes] on his mobile phone.

It's like recognizing Ozaki Koyo's identity from the self-proclaimed "Nujia" in the morning. Of course, in the remarks of Tokigo Kazuki, [Ozaki Koye] is not called [Ozaki Koye], but [Kinyasha].

Compared with the name, the biggest impression of this person in Hongxiang Hehui's heart is...Yasha.

It's still a bit emotional intelligence. No notes [Her Nightshade].

But the titles that continue to appear in the chat will not be Jin Yasha or Dominatrix, but [Hongyejie].Also, when I mentioned [Momiji-san] to others, the other party called me [Ozaki-sama].Ozaki Momiji's self-proclaimed "Nujia", which is quite representative.

And the words of the boy in front of him... the bandages, the frustration, the loneliness of being separated from the crowd.

"Today is really a good weather for suicide~"

"Because the number of wounded people in the Longtou War has increased, Mr. Mori actually ordered: Don't let the lady in the infirmary give me a bandage! It's more than the point!"

Naturally, he also recalled what Hongxiang Hehui called the boy - Dazai.

Thinking of the note [Second Son], Hong Xiang felt a little bit square, and thinking of the writer who was addicted to suicide, Hong Xiang's head hurt a little.

By the way, Tokigo Kazuki gave Edogawa Ranpo in the morning... Mr.'s remarks are [eldest son].

"Hey! Did you see that bastard Dazai??"

"Where did you go and commit suicide again!!"

"Tokigo-sama, Dazai-san... suddenly jumped into the river during the mission!"

"I heard that Dazai went to hang himself again?"

Hong Xiang: "..."

"What's wrong with Hehui?" After thinking for a while, Osamu Dazai widened his eyes and made a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing..." Hongxiang didn't show his surprise at all, "It's just that something strange happened, Dazai..." Mr.

Obviously I guessed it from the beginning, but I still hold that maybe Hongxiang Hehui and his little friends are playing role-playing or the name of the writer as the code name (refer to an organization that uses the name of the wine as the code name) , until the person really appeared in front of him, Hongxiang's thoughts were finally disillusioned: After searching, there are no such writers in this world!

Momiji in the morning...Miss, although I can't see any connection with the original Mr. Momiji Ozaki because of the gender change, but this Dazai...Mr., has inherited the characteristics that Mr. Osamu Dazai should not have!

As a native Japanese, how could I have never read Edogawa Ranpo's mystery novels? Even if a child has never read it, he should have heard of Edogawa Ranpo's name, so the world's Ranpo...Mr. The setting of a famous detective was accepted immediately with a bang.

Before Osamu Dazai looked over with even more puzzled eyes, Hongxiang changed the subject calmly, "Remember to get the medicine, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Hongxiang opened his legs and walked towards the opposite side of the road. Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes and stayed where he was thinking about something, but soon put down his thoughts and followed the blond young man in front of him.The dozen or so men in black suits behind them followed behind the two of them without saying a word.

When he entered the gate and was about to board the elevator, Osamu Dazai took a step forward, put his hand into the pocket of Tokogo's coat, and took out the game console. The green eyes of the blond youth were calm, just watching the boy's movements quietly. .

Osamu Dazai pressed a few buttons, and the game console started up successfully. The boy picked up the game console and spun half a circle in an exaggerated manner, "As expected of Hehui, you have cleared so many levels that I didn't clear~"

"..." The game console was taken out of his coat, and the coat was worn out of his office, so to speak.

"You came into my office."

"Yeah, last night...ah no, in the early hours of this morning, when He Hui was sound asleep, I actually had to work the night shift, it was so hard." The boy's tone was raised, with strong complaints , playing games in his hands, but his face has an expression of 'I'm so tired, I'm so miserable, come and comfort me'.

The corners of the eyes of the men in black suits behind the boy twitched, as if they were suppressing their emotions.

I have seen Osamu Dazai carelessly raise his pistol to kill the enemy with a tired expression, the blood stained the ground, and the thick layer is like the malice of Osamu Dazai himself.

Is this lively boy in front of me the same person as the boy who walked in the pool of blood last night?

One of the subordinates behind Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids, not daring to think about it.

"yes."

Completely recalling the chat records in the mobile phone, Hong Xiang has figured out how the two of them get along, and he is not worried at all about the blond young man who reveals his secrets.

He also collected a lot of information when he walked through the hall in the morning. The leader's office is on the top floor, and only certain people can enter the direct elevator, and the direct elevator will only stop at two places, the bottom floor and the top floor.

The elevator that Koyo Ozaki took him out of was considered an [officer-level] elevator. There were so many people waiting in front of the elevators, and the [officer-level] elevator and the [leader] elevator stopped on the first floor, but there was no one at the elevator entrance. .

After completing the task, Osamu Dazai obviously wanted to report to the leader, otherwise, based on how familiar Dazai was to He Xiang and Hui, the two would definitely get on the same elevator.

"I'm going back to the office first, remember to take the medicine." The blond young man patted the black-haired boy on the head, then turned around and entered the [cadre-level] elevator, completely ignoring the boy's stunned expression.

As the elevator doors closed, Osamu Dazai's blank face faded away, and turned into a blank expression.With a brisk movement that didn't match his expression, he raised a bandaged hand and stroked the place where Hongxiang had just patted his head.

Was touched.

[Human disqualification]

started.

Forget it.

Osamu Dazai suddenly closed his eyes, blocking the gloom in his eyes.

Let Fujino use the superpower on Hehui again.