[Wen Ye] Miss Sea Rabbit

Ever since he realized it, Osamu Dazai, as a native of Yokohama, has a script in his hand and is very good at playing tricks on people.

The interpersonal relationships scattered by the spider's web, the changeable and rough incidents are all within his grasp, and he ranks among the most troublesome and dangerous figures in the hearts of various organizations.

It is a role that should never be underestimated.

But now he has to admit that the plot line seems to be off track.

Osamu Dazai looked at Chisui Fujiwara, who was alone in the wind and messed up but did not forget to threaten him to shut him up, with complicated emotions, he couldn't laugh or cry.

For this green plum who has been with him for a long time, he knows that her favoritism towards him has become more and more obvious as time goes by.

Even if she was playful and acted badly, she would still protect him where she could see her, even though she spoke viciously on the surface.

As a cadre of the port mafia who covers the sky with his hands in the dark, he is cautious in doing things and paying attention to everything, but when facing him, his heart is pure and happy, isn't all this obvious enough?

"Master of Love" Osamu Dazai has already seen through it at a glance, but as himself, Chisui Fujiwara doesn't seem to be aware of this.

Thousands of calculations, but just missed the black spots in her character that she would selectively avoid from time to time.

That's it.

"Qian Shui?"

"I won't listen." Fujiwara Chisui refused indifferently.

"Qian Shui..." Osamu Dazai moved a little closer in a fawning manner.

"Shut up." Fujiwara Chisui moved a step aside expressionlessly, widening the distance.

She knelt down and placed the fragrant bouquet lightly at the foot of the marble monument, her eyelids were slightly covered, and her black eyes were full of emotions. Those who didn't know would mistakenly think that she was mourning the dead at this moment, heartbroken.

But some of the depressed mood should be left to others, Fujiwara Qianshui opened his mouth: "If you talk about what happened just now."

She paused, looked at Osamu Dazai, with killing intent all over her body, and evoked a dangerous smile: "I'll chop off your head and throw it into the sea to feed the fish."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The line seems to be getting more and more crooked.

He coughed dryly: "There is business, there is business."

Fujiwara Chisui was looking at him, waiting for him to say something.

Osamu Dazai straightened his collar, watched her stand up, and said, "Atsushi-kun hopes that the Armed Detective Agency will cooperate with the Mafia."

The two walked on the sidewalk, the cool sea breeze blowing on their cheeks, with a salty smell.

"Cooperation—" Chisui Fujiwara put the windbreaker on her shoulder, put her other hand in her pocket, stared at the front, and her thoughts drifted away.

It is not surprising that the detective agency proposed cooperation, this is what BOSS planned.

"The combination is a little troublesome, and the cooperation with the detective agency is not without benefits for the port mafia." Osamu Dazai said, "But you need to ask Shimomori Ogai for his opinion."

"However," he looked meaningfully into Fujiwara Chisui's eyes, "I'm afraid you have already told him."

Fujiwara Chisui raised the corners of her lips, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "As expected of Dazai."

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Osamu Dazai looked at her with a smile, he really couldn't hide it.

"Tomorrow, I'll ask the boss." Fujiwara Qianshui pursed her lips, "I have to pick a time to meet."

"The day after tomorrow, anyway, you have already planned this, haven't you?" Osamu Dazai suggested.

She nodded and resolved it as soon as possible.

"That's it, I'll give you news tomorrow."

Osamu Dazai nodded, he stretched his waist, and suddenly hooked Chisui Fujiwara's shoulder.

Fujiwara Chisui: "!!!"

"What are you doing!" Caught off guard.

"I'm ~hungry~" He grinned and rubbed against Chisui Fujiwara's neck with his fluffy black hair.

"I know!" The hair touched the skin, itching.

"Stop moving! It's itchy!" Chisui Fujiwara complained, she struggled without deterrent force and let him go.

Her eyes fell on the hairpin on the top of Dazai Osamu's head, the counterclockwise black hair vaguely looked like a spinning top.

spinning top...

"Pfft." She was amused by her magical metaphor.

Osamu Dazai:?

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm happy."

……

Fujiwara Chisui closed the door and looked at Mori Ogai who was sitting behind the large mahogany desk and staring at her.

"BOSS."

She took a few steps forward and stood still: "The Armed Detective Agency hopes to cooperate with us."

Mori Ogai's expression was the same as usual, with a faint smile: "Oh? Really?"

He straightened up: "It seems that the efficiency is quite high."

Fujiwara Chisui frowned: "The time is set for tomorrow, if the BOSS accepts the cooperation." She raised her eyes to look at him, "Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, in the forest park next to the mountain, the president of the detective agency will be waiting for us with the members. "

"Ah."

Mori Owai turned the silver scalpel, his black eyes looked at the French windows: "Go, tell Guangjin Liulang to bring the black lizard with me."

"Ah, you too."

Fujiwara Chisui nodded to show that she understood, and backed out.

……

Although Yokohama is close to the sea, there are also slightly undulating hills with lush forests at the foot of the hills, paved with cobblestone paths, and neat grass, which is a park.

However, the park has been abandoned for a long time now, and few people come and go. The benches and corridors placed in it are covered with dust and grass, and the copper and iron objects are damaged and corroded.

One o'clock in the afternoon is the short break time for people to drink and eat, and soon it will be the long day of work again. The squeezed working parties will basically choose to take a nap at this time, so as not to be drained of energy.

The surrounding area of ​​the park has been cleared by the mafia, and the defense has been strengthened. No one knows except the cooperative parties.

Chisui Fujiwara followed the boss to the agreed place, and the people from the Armed Detective Agency had already arrived.

She raised her eyes and saw that the man standing in front of Osamu Dazai and Doppo Kunikida was wearing a dark kimono with a long sword pinned to his waist. He had a strong aura around him. His short silver-white hair was like frost and snow, like a white wolf hunting on a snowy field. Wolf.

Although he has never met him before, Chisui Fujiwara knows that he is the president of the Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency."

really.

Mori Ogai had a smirk on his face and spoke in a strong official tone.

"It's been a long time, Mori Ogai." Fukuzawa Yukichi took the words.

The two of them came and went as if they were playing Tai Chi.

From chatting with people who were deeply injured to well-known tactics and strategies, and then pointing out that there is no completely reliable way of cooperation in the world.

Fujiwara Chisui was about to fall asleep when she heard it. Her overly long cuffs covered her lips to conceal her drowsiness. She glanced forward, and Osamu Dazai noticed her gaze and blinked.

Fujiwara Chisui: ...

The bosses of the two organizations on the side are fighting with swords and swords, and the murderous disgust is so thick that it seems to be concrete, but you gave me a wink?

She glared at him, then her eyes wandered away, her ears turned slightly red.

Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi have been involved in the face of the organization ==

Neither of them let anyone go.

The corner of Fujiwara Chisui's mouth twitched, like a child arguing.

Mori Ogai smiled: "I have an idea, it's better to merge the two parties, and it's less thoughtful."

"After all, my cadres are about to be abducted by your members." As he said, he patted Fujiwara Chisui on the shoulder.

Fujiwara Chisui: "???" No, boss, what are you talking about? ? ?

She looked at her boss in disbelief, what does it mean to be abducted? ? ?

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at Chisui Fujiwara: "A member of my family?"

Dazai Osamu took over the conversation with a smile: "It's also possible for Qianshui to switch to a detective agency~ right, Qianshui~"

The black lizard looked at them from behind with horror.

Fujiwara Chisui was expressionless, saying that she didn't really want to talk.

By the way, how did the BOSS notice it?No, why should I be so guilty? ? ?

Mori Ogai smiled the same way: "It can also be Dazai, you come here, the Mafia will always have your place."

Osamu Dazai politely refused: "No."

Fujiwara Chisui was powerless to complain and tried to bring the topic back on track: "Boss, that's not the point, is it?"

"cooperate--"

She read every word clearly, and her tone was full of helplessness.

"Actually, I think this is quite important." Mori Ogai received the death stare from the cadre, and turned a corner, "But it seems that it should be put aside first."

Mori Ogai looked at the Armed Detective Agency: "Let's trust you for a while, so what is your plan?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi clasped his hands and hid them in his loose sleeves: "Tonight, the detective agency will take action to retake Q."

Q.

Fujiwara Chisui's eyes trembled when she heard the name.

"However, we need to borrow someone from the port mafia." Fukuzawa Yukichi said.

Mori Ogai looked directly at him: "Who do you want to borrow?"

Dazai Osamu: "Fujiwara Chisui."