Yokohama Hearts Fraudster

At the same time, in a high-rise building in Yokohama, a beautiful seaside city, there are whispers from time to time.

"Have you watched that video, that...is Mr. Dazai!"

Wearing black suits, sunglasses, and guns on their waists, the brawny guys who don't seem so easy to provoke at first glance, are like elementary school students who are afraid of being discovered by the teacher, lowering their voices and secretly talking to the little friends beside them.

"You think so too?! Who is that person hugging Mr. Dazai next to him? How can he be so close to Mr. Dazai!"

"There's no need to discuss it. I'm probably dead already. How could Mr. Dazai allow others to act recklessly?"

"It's true...but it may be a lover or something, ahem, I'm not sure."

This kind of interesting gossip spread across the entire port mafia almost instantly, but Dazai Osamu, who was the lord, was urgently summoned to the chief's office early in the morning, without even realizing the spread of rumors.

The man sitting at the desk is about 40 years old and wearing a black trench coat.He combed his black hair back meticulously, but the overly long sideburns hung down the side of his face like a waterfall, adding a bit of softness to the sharp-edged face.There was shrewd luster in those purple eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Mr. Sen, what's the matter so early?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his back, his feet were slightly shoulder-width apart, with a smile on his face as always.

Only today, his right eye is not wrapped with a snow-white bandage, and a pair of beautiful iris-colored pupils are exposed in the soft broken hair on his forehead.

"Haven't you heard the rumors, Dazai?" As the boss of the organization, Mori Ogai, who can get first-hand information about everything, observed Dazai's face with great interest, "You have become a big hit on the Internet. ah."

Osamu Dazai blinked suspiciously, apparently not knowing what he was talking about.And Mori Ogai, as if prepared in advance, picked up a black remote control and pressed it, and immediately projected the next video on the white wall beside Osamu Dazai.

Looking at the appearance of himself and the man wearing a butterfly mask floating in the air with an oil-paper umbrella in the video, Osamu Dazai admired it for a long time, and then the corners of his lips curled up, "It turned out that it was photographed, and the filming is quite good." Clear."

"Don't you want to explain what's going on?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows at him with a half-smile, "It's really strange that you have the leisure to dance with people in the air."

"If you want to inquire about him from me, unfortunately, I don't know his specific situation, but..."

Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, "But he is a good man! I just met him by chance when I was planning to jump off the building, and I tried to invite him to join me, and he happily agreed."

"It's the first time someone agrees to jump off a building with me. It can be seen that he is a good person!"

Contrary to his reaction, Mori Ogai's eyes narrowed sharply in an instant, with a serious expression on his face: "He actually accepted Dazai's invitation... Sure enough, this person is very problematic and needs to be vigilant."

Osamu Dazai: "...Mr. Mori, what you said just now was very rude to me."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Mori Ogai apologized casually, tapped his fingertips on the table lightly, and continued to ask, "Apart from that, what else did he do?"

Thinking about those palms carelessly touching his waist, and the ambiguous flirting lines, the smile on Osamu Dazai's face suddenly froze.

...You must not say anything about being taken advantage of by others, even to Mr. Mori.

If it is spread out, the little dwarf will laugh at him for a lifetime.

"...we didn't do anything but romantically circle in the air."

He decided to ignore certain details.

Fortunately, Mori Ogai just looked him up and down, his eyes fell on the empty right eye, and didn't say much: "His name?"

"Moon Shadow Mask."

Mori Ogai was startled: "What?"

Osamu Dazai repeated with a smile: "He said, his name is Tsukikage Mask."

Mori Ogai: "..."

After being silent for a long time, he finally couldn't help uttering three words: "Second Secondary Disease?"

"Pfft." Osamu Dazai couldn't help holding his stomach and laughing at the exact same reaction as him, "Sure enough, Mr. Mori thinks so too, but when he said this name, he acted very cool, it's really too cool." Interesting."

Mori Ogai didn't speak, but quietly bent his lips and waited for his laughter to subside, and the expression on Dazai Osamu's face became calmer as he expected, until finally, it returned to calm and breezy.

"I know what Mr. Mori means. I'm curious about that umbrella, right?"

The slightly curly hair swept across the gradually deepening eyes, Dazai Osamu stared at Mori Ogai with a smirk on his face: "Since you can contact me, it is not a supernatural ability, but an ordinary oil paper umbrella. And it can't bear the weight of the two of us, are you wondering what that umbrella is?"

"As expected of you, the answer is very correct." Mori Ogai clasped his hands and rested on his chin, his head shook slightly, a few strands of black hair fell from behind his ears, and his purple eyes flickered With a strange look on his face, "So, from what you can see, what is that?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes: "It's not a supernatural power or an ordinary product. The only thing that can be thought of is a high-tech product, unless there is a more mysterious power in this world."

"That is to say—it's unknown, is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

Mori Ogai nodded, indicating that he has understood: "If the other party's target is you, maybe he will meet you again, then bring him over to have a look, I am very interested in his methods. "

Osamu Dazai had already expected his ruthless order of putting interests first, and nodded in response without any surprise: "Yes, but... what if he doesn't come to me?"

Mori Ogai paused his hands for sorting out the documents, and smiled meaningfully: "Then, it's Chuya's business."

After walking out of the office, Osamu Dazai laughed involuntarily as he recalled the series of events.

That is to say, the job of searching for the Moon Shadow Mask is handed over to that little guy in Nakaya, poof, things are getting more and more interesting.

After all, that old hooligan likes to pinch other people's waists and eat human tofu. If the innocent Zhong is also taken advantage of, the scene will be very fun.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders regretfully, put his palms on the bones of the back of his neck, and left leisurely.

Immediately after Zhongyuan Zhongye, who was summoned to the chief's office, went out again, he had a small photo in his hand. With a serious face, he looked down at the intimately hugging figure in the photo, snorted coldly, and He lowered the hat on his head.

For three whole days after that, Chuya Nakahara searched for information about the man wearing the butterfly mask in various places in Yokohama, and even worked overtime and patrolled regularly at night. The message that the mysterious man appeared.

It was as if he had appeared in Yokohama out of thin air, and there was no trace of him coming or going.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the photo impatiently, his brows and eyes fell into deep thought.

Some people look at the scenery from below, while those who look at the scenery stare at him from above.

At this time, He Quanlian was standing on the top of the tall building, holding a telescope, and was concentrating on observing the target person prompted by the system in the lens.

It was a rather handsome young man, about the same age as he is now, with a narrow waist and long legs, wearing a black coat that was almost as long as the calf, and a fashionable little waistcoat inside.

Under the black top hat on top of his head was a slightly messy, slightly curly orange hair. Because it was too long, one strand was still hanging on his shoulders, gently sweeping his fair neck with his movements.

Two buttons on the neckline were undone at will, revealing the black choker buttoned around the neck.

He Quanlian touched her neck subconsciously, and after noticing that she was not in the costume of a monster at the moment, she chuckled lightly.

Coincidentally, he also has a very similar choker, except that it's a voice changer that he disguised to cover up his real voice, and this one now... seems to be just because of fashion.

At this moment, this young man named Zhongyuan Zhongye was standing there with one hand in his pocket, his blue eyes were as clear as the sky, his brows were slightly lowered, and his stern face exuded a somewhat terrifying aura , but in He Quanlian's eyes, she was so cute no matter how she looked.

Coupled with the strong contrast formed by the snow-white neck and the black choker, it also inexplicably adds a bit of color.

He Quanlian couldn't help whistling, and began to move around as a rogue attribute that was usually deliberately suppressed.

The author has something to say: chuya is here~

Chuya, who was cheated by Dazai without knowing it, mourned for him.

The next chapter is the normal state, the next chapter is the Phantom Thief, I actually wrote three chapters of Phantom Thief, tsk tsk, I don’t know what I’m writing, I can only tease.

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