Yokohama has a psychic

"Okay, let's get down to business, I asked Xiaoqianxia to come here this time because I want you to take a look at this."

Osamu Dazai put away the careless smile on his face one second before Kunikida roared, and spread his right hand upwards, with a gray-white puppet lying in his palm.

The paint on the puppet has been severely peeled off, and there is still a little red on the lips and eyes. Coupled with the inexplicable and weird smile on the doll's face, it gives people a very cold and unhappy feeling.

Suzumiya Asaka recognized at a glance that this puppet was made by the same person as the puppet she dropped after she solved the grievance. Although the styles of clothes and genders are different, some details are indeed the same.

Osamu Dazai immediately noticed the slight movement of the girl in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

"So it looks like Xiaoqianxia has seen this puppet before."

Suzumiya Asaka calmly withdrew her gaze: "I just saw one that was somewhat similar."

"So," Osamu Dazai tossed the puppet up and down, "Asaka knows what it is?"

Suzumiya Asaka shook her head: "No, I don't know."

Then, facing the momentary disappointed eyes of everyone in the room, he added: "Although I really don't know what it is for, it has a strong yin energy, and it should have been used by someone."

Her eyes turned around on the deep blue of Osamu Dazai's eye sockets: "Although the user is dead, it has no use for it, but if it is kept around for a long time, it will still make people nervous and easily Having nightmares, if things go on like this, sudden death is not out of the question."

Osamu Dazai pretended to be surprised, and then smiled sweetly: "Is Xiao Qianxia worried about me?"

Suzumiya Asaka had a cold face: "No, it's just stating the facts."

"Eh? Little Asaka is really cruel," Dazai put the puppet back into his pocket, "But such a smelly and long death like a foot wrap is not in line with my motto, so I will never die like this. "

Then, without everyone reacting, Osamu Dazai suddenly made a movement that no one expected——

He stretched his arms around Suzumiya Asaka's neck, dragged her out of the door like a chicken, and greeted Atsushi Nakajima as he walked: "Atsushi, let's go, since the professionals have arrived, this matter can be done It was resolved quickly."

Suzumiya Asaka: ...?

WTF?With whom? !

Suzumiya Asaka struggled to pull the other party's sleeves and popped her head out, taking a deep breath of fresh air.Now she deeply suspected that this guy didn't want to ask her to come out to help, but wanted to murder.

She glared at the black-haired youth who was trying to pretend to be innocent, and tidied up the messy pink scarf around her neck, and at the same time pulled it up to cover her mouth and nose: "Just this time, not the next one. So now you can tell me about Zhongye ?"

The little tiger was just sent out by Osamu Dazai to search for information, and Osamu Dazai strode forward with long legs, casually asking, "How much do you know about Chuya's identity?"

Suzumiya Asaka gave him a puzzled look: "One of the cadres of the port mafia, are there others?"

"Huh? He didn't tell you anything..."

Seeing that the other party was about to poach the wall again, Suzumiya Asaka stopped him tiredly: "Please don't say such specious things, otherwise I will understand that you are showing off to me."

"Show off what?"

Osamu Dazai froze for a second.

Suzumiya Asaka snorted softly: "Show off that you know more about Chinese than I do. You're talking like I'm a mistress standing between you two."

The black-haired youth's smile froze.

After hearing this sentence, his face twitched, and then his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had swallowed a whole fly and was disgusted.

Xu Shi couldn't bear the terrible thought in Suzumiya Asaxia's mind, the other party stopped teasing her, and poured out the information at once like pouring beans, and then leaned against the wall and held her chest for a while to relax.

Suzumiya Asaka was thinking about the information the other party just told her.

Dirty...?

She stroked her chin thoughtfully.

After a while, Suzumiya Asaka lowered her head mournfully, looked up at Osamu Dazai whose complexion had returned to normal, and said in a resentful tone, "Mr. Dazai, you are such a sinful man."

"...?"

"Didn't you find out?" Suzumiya Asaxia was heartbroken, "When my boyfriend's ability goes berserk, only your ability can stop him. If he is a lock, then you are his only key. A man and a woman represent absolute romance, okay? Hollywood movies do that!"

Osamu Dazai: ...What the hell?

After thinking about her words for a second, Osamu Dazai covered his mouth: "...Ugh, what's going on in your mind, it's disgusting."

"puff."

Suzumiya Asaka seldom sees the other party show a deflated expression, and she loses herself in the act without holding back, but she knows in her heart that there is absolutely nothing between Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, this is her trust in her own judgment, and also Trust in your boyfriend.

So after she couldn't hold back her laughter, she harvested a resentful woman Dazai exuding black air all over her body, and Suzumiya Asaxia was quite surprised to see it.

According to the information brought by Atsushi Nakajima, the three turned left and right, and soon came to the door of a small shop called "Wish House".

From the outside, this place is just a remote and ordinary shop. The glass windows are tightly blocked by thick curtains, making it impossible to see clearly what's going on inside.

Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the note: "It is indeed here. The family of the deceased said that he bought the puppet here."

"Then go in."

A smile appeared on the lips of the black-haired young man, and he walked into the store first with his hands in his pockets. Suzumiya Asaka followed closely behind. Atsushi Nakajima, who was at the end, looked around and followed tremblingly.

After they entered, the sliding doors on both sides were slowly closed.

"boom!"

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback by the sudden closing of the door, and hurriedly turned around to open the door, but the tightly closed door seemed to be stuck with some adhesive, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

In desperation, he had no choice but to give up.

The light in the small shop is dim, and the two sides are densely packed with various puppets of different shapes and colors. The only thing in common is that the faces of those dolls all have the same weird smiles, even the angles and positions are exactly the same. Tilting his head and staring at the intruder in front of him, he looked particularly terrifying and hideous in the dark and dreary environment of the store.

The little tiger only took one look, and was caught off guard and was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

A gust of wind blew across the neck, and there seemed to be a child's "hee hee" laughter lingering in the ears, Suzumiya Asaka gently flapped her nose, and smelled a vaguely sweet fragrance.

She walked around the shop seemingly casually with her hands behind her back, then walked to the round counter in the center and tapped lightly.

Like a wisp of smoke, a waitress who was as stiff as a puppet quietly appeared in front of her, her voice was hoarse, without any emotional ups and downs: "Customer, what do you want to buy?"

Following her movements, the other two wandering people also stopped and walked to her side.

"Not buying anything,"

Suzumiya Asaka bent her lips and smiled, "I seem to have seen at the door that your store also offers services such as divination?"

When she came in, she saw the line of small words pasted on the door.

"...Yes, but are you sure?"

The waitress' complexion was a little complicated. Of course, Suzumiya Asaxia herself didn't know how she could see such complicated emotions from that paralyzed face.

"determine."

"Then, please come with me."

In short, at Suzumiya Asaka's request, the three of them followed the waitress through the curtain behind the cabinet and entered a deeper corridor.

The corridor is not long, but in the light and shadow of the flickering candle in the hand of the waitress, the shadow projected on the white wall draws out a long and twisted arc.

The further he walked, the stronger the aroma he could smell at the tip of his nose. The smell was so strong that even the nervous Atsushi Nakajima couldn't ignore it, but at least he held back his doubts and didn't ask.

"arrive."

The waitress respectfully pushed open the wooden door at the end of the corridor and retreated to the other side.

The moment the door was opened, an extremely strong fragrance rushed over. Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help sneezing, and even Osamu Dazai frowned and rubbed the tip of his nose in extreme discomfort.

The lights in the room were dim and yellowish, giving people a sense of oppressive discomfort. For some unknown reason, the surrounding walls were painted with a layer of dark red paint. At first glance, it looked like dried blood.

There is only one long square table in the room, covered with a layer of black tablecloth, I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, and sitting at the end of the long table is a person shrouded in darkness, from the lines of the whole body and a certain Some raised arcs can tell that this is a woman.

Suzumiya Asaka stretched her long legs, opened the back of the chair first and sat opposite the woman in black. Her legs were crossed, her face was calm and no emotion could be seen, her fingers were crossed in front of her, her eyes were faint: "Can you count?" What?"

Suzumiya Asaka's actions startled Nakajima, and instinctively wanted to stop him, but Dazai Osamu raised his hand to stop him, the black-haired young man's iris-colored eyes were full of dark undercurrents.

The woman in black didn't speak immediately, as if she was observing the girl in front of her through the black cloth covering her face. After a long time, she said slowly, "Anything can be done, what do you want?"

The voice of the woman in black was low, but still very pleasant, and it seemed that there was some special flavor mixed in it, which was quite charming.

Suzumiya Asaxia clasped her fingers lightly, and smiled slightly: "Then why don't you do the math, who am I?"

This question was asked very strangely, as if to test her ability, the corners of the woman's mouth under the black cloth curled up mockingly: "Divination requires the customer to pay a corresponding price, even so, the customer is sure to count ?"

The black-haired girl on the opposite side seemed not to understand the hint in her words, and smiled innocently: "Yes, I'm sure, you can just forget about it."

The woman in black nodded imperceptibly, took out a small box wrapped in red cloth from the drawer, and opened the box, revealing a pair of carefully maintained tarot cards.

The woman in black stretched out her slender fingers covered with cardamom, randomly picked out nine pieces, arranged them on the tablecloth, and asked the girl in front of her, "Which one do you choose?"

Suzumiya Asaka carelessly rolled her slightly long black hair, and smiled faintly when she heard the words: "Let's choose the one in the middle."

She blinked: "I kind of like the position in the center."

"Ok."

The woman in black slowly reached out and opened the card in the middle.

As time passed by, the woman in black froze as if she was standing still. She stared at the card in front of her, her fingertips trembling slightly.

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