The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

——"Do you really think that there is some kind of value in human life?"

The light is like weaving, like a layer of illusory and hazy velvet, but it falls on the sharp stone thorns that are so dark that no light can be seen.

In embarrassment, Nakajima wiped off the untimely liquid on his face with a table paper to cover up the surging emotions in his heart like the waves stirred by the turbulent undercurrent. He pursed his lips, his face was still pale under the intertwined lights.

Nakajima felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff ignorantly, behind him was the darkness like tarsal maggots, and in front of him was a life-changing light. He only needed to take a small step forward, and he would be able to get rid of the nightmare-like entanglement behind him. with his shadow.

I don't know how long he thought about it, Nakajima finally shook his head slowly, closed his eyes forcefully, and firmly refused, "Really...Thank you very much, but I know what kind of person I am, I... ...nothing will..."

"Shut up, human."

Guangzhou interrupted him simply and rudely, and directly threw the bulging gold bar bag into his arms, "Now you are the attendant of my highness, don't humiliate the face of the dark empire, otherwise you will never be able to get yours. Servant title."

The Dark Emperor threatened naively.

Nakajima held the heavy drawstring bag in his arms in a daze, only feeling that his eye sockets were about to fill with some kind of heavy and sour liquid.

A soul that is always shy and huddled in a dim basement, daring not to show its head, may be the luckiest moment in its life when it is directly illuminated by a beam of light that is unique to me.

Because, that ray of light will pull the huddled thing out of the corner regardless, and throw it under the warm and scorching sun, until all the dirt is evaporated bit by bit by the sun.

Nakajima blinked vigorously, and nodded heavily as if trying to prove his determination.

"Ok!"

Suddenly, a few uncontrollable muffled laughs came from the side, "Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Atsushi Nakajima was covered in cold sweat from this seemingly invisible laughter, goosebumps on his back stood up one after another, it was almost like hearing the ghostly sound coming from behind the gate of hell when it opened. , the undisguised voice became louder and louder, and even reached the point where the entire western restaurant was eerily silent.

Nakajima turned his head abruptly, and saw Osamu Dazai covered most of his face with his hands and most of his peach blossom eyes were exposed from between his fingers.

For a moment, he was taken aback by the indifference and irony caught between his fingers.

After laughing to himself, Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, and then he put his hands covering half of his face back on the table, revealing his handsome and handsome face. Between his brown eyes, as he shook his head, his soft hair stroked the tip of his straight nose.

Dazai brushed past the ambiguous laughter just now, and said nonchalantly with Nakajima's puzzled and confused eyes, "You-kun, have you forgotten that you haven't passed the newcomer assessment of our detective agency?"

"Eh—the assessment?"

Nakajima's expression was astonished, his mind hadn't turned around at all.

"Yes!" Dazai explained happily, "Although we are solving the man-eating tiger incident, this is also Youjun's assessment task. For the sake of fairness in the assessment, as an examiner, I will never Shot!"

"Eh?!!"

Nakajima was a little dizzy, "Detective agency? What detective agency?"

"We are well-known, right?" Dazai shook his finger, "Atsu-kun, I don't know if you've heard of the Armed Detective Agency? A company that specializes in solving extraordinary incidents that the military and the police can't solve."

"If Youjun passes the assessment of our detective agency, even you, as a follower, can be regarded as an idler, and cannot enter and leave our detective agency at any time like him. After all, we also have many documents and information that need to be kept secret. It was leaked by outsiders."

Hearing this, Nakajima stared blankly at the dark emperor who was still very calm, but he didn't see any guilt on his face.

Guangzhou sensed his hesitant eyes, and said righteously, "This is the assessment sent by the empire, human beings. It is absolutely impossible to reach the sky in one step."

Holding a bag of gold bars, the white-haired boy was in a dilemma, "So, if I want to follow him, do I also need to join the so-called detective agency assessment?"

"Yes, it is!"

Nakajima: "...Eh——why is this?!"

What, what should I do?There's a big gap in my heart...

However, now comes the problem.

Is this so-called Dark Empire a branch of the Armed Detective Agency, or an organization that doesn't exist at all?

An emotionless gaze stares at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that occupy the entire floor, devouring the last blush on the horizon, looking from the inside to the outside, like a goshawk perched on a cliff to examine the whole world.

Soon, heavy curtains fell to cover the carved panes near the ceiling, covering Yokohama, which was slowly falling.

"Oh? Any news?"

Turning his back to the sweaty subordinate man who was kneeling on the ground on one knee, he shook the bloody red wine in his hand and said unhurriedly.

The voice was extremely low, like a cello wrapped in velvet.

Thick and elegant.

It's a pity that Kajii Keijiro was not in the mood to appreciate this charming voice at all. He looked away from the hem of his white coat spread on the ground, raised his head and replied respectfully, "Boss, the east side has been opposed to our port mafia yesterday. The gang has been completely cleaned up, and they have completely turned into the biggest fireworks and music show in Yokohama last night in the bomb I made with my own hands."

The young subordinate with a mushroom head swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally said, "However, the last survivor of that gang refused to admit that it planned the bombing attack on the port mafia building."

"Ding" sound.

Kajii Keijiro heard the crisp sound when the bottom of the goblet touched the table, and he felt shivering all over.

The voice of the leader of the port mafia rang lightly above his head, and he was noncommittal about his defense, "That is to say, these days, as the most researcher on explosions in Hong Kong, you still don't know anything about it?"

Kajii Kijiro's brow was covered with cold sweat. He raised his head in a panic, and happened to see a snow-white glove protruding from the edge of the cumbersome and luxurious classical European-style sofa, like a hand-carved phoenix with blooming tail feathers. His slender index finger tapped the table lightly. .

"From the bomb fragments I collected at the scene, there was no conspicuous organization mark. The uneven materials obviously did not come from the same factory, nor did they use special explosive technology. I am afraid that this attack did not belong to anyone in Yokohama. A well-known organization, I guess this is likely to be a sudden attack launched at will."

"A sudden attack that shattered all the bulletproof glass made of the best material at the highest level of the Port Mafia, and even the red wine bottle that I have collected for many years...?"

The leader chuckled a few times, "However, the other party didn't seem to mean to hurt us, but just raised a warning and a demonstration, otherwise our side will not be unscathed, they can completely attack the place where we are most densely populated .”

"And the most famous 'bomb demon' in our port mafia didn't find anything abnormal in the bomb. I wouldn't believe it if there were no people with supernatural powers involved."

The leader analyzed slowly.

Kajii Kijiro seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Boss, a new organization of unknown origin has recently appeared in Yokohama, and has sold weapons with different abilities on the black market and in many places many times. According to the information from contacts, These people are characterized by appearing wearing samurai swords, and the exact size and number of people are unknown."

"Extraordinary weapon?"

Kajii Keijiro noticed the leader's slightly raised tone, which seemed to be very interested, and he quickly told the leader all the information he knew.

"Yes, even ordinary people can use new weapons with supernatural powers. A few days ago, Black Lizard, a militant faction of our port mafia, confiscated a supernatural power that their gang leader bought at a high price in a small gang. Weapons. That’s right! But for some reason, that organization has recently reduced the supply and sales of weapons by a large amount, resulting in such weapons—even a pistol with supernatural powers—can be sold for a terrible price on the black market.”

The leader crossed his hands in front of him, lowered his eyes and stared at his own reflection in the red wine, "Do you think that attack has something to do with this organization?"

"That's right," the bomb demon nodded hastily, "I suspect that the bomb that attacked the mafia at our port was not an ordinary weapon, but a supernatural weapon made by this organization."

The implication is that no matter whether the attacker is a member of this organization or someone who bought a weapon with a different ability from them, this organization cannot escape.

"It seems that contact with this organization is imperative."

The leader stood up, paced to the side of the curtain and opened the heavy covering, condescendingly looking down at the bustling Yokohama and the pedestrians hurrying like ants.

Finally, the man who became the leader murmured to the endless night sky.

"Akutagawa-kun is currently in charge of tracking down the human tiger with a bounty of 70 billion, right? Well, it's really troublesome, so let's leave the task of tracking down this supernatural weapon trafficking organization to Zhongyuan-kun. Oh yes, put Let me have a look at the supernatural weapons that you confiscated earlier, Kajii-kun."

Kijiro Kajii let out a sigh of relief, bowed his head and retreated under the command, "Yes, boss."

After hearing the sound of metal clashing when the elevator door was closed again, the leader looked at the weapon presented by his subordinates in his hand with a vague expression, which was said to be sold at a sky-high price, and finally hummed softly.

"It's really—an interesting idea, and I don't know if this interesting person is willing to accept the olive branch from the port mafia."