Mori Ogai didn't think for long, and with his right hand attached to Fujiwara Chisui's back, he pushed her over, waved his hand, turned around and left.

Fujiwara Chisui:? ? ?You just sold me out? ? ?

"Then, I'll wait for your good news." Mori Ou looked at them from the outside, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, and the scarlet scarf half wrapped around his neck fluttered in the breeze. He looked at Fujiwara Chi Water, just glanced at it, then turned and left.

Fujiwara Chisui watched them leave, and there was only one thought in her mind.

I was sold QAQ the boss doesn’t want me anymore QAQ

Osamu Dazai looked at Chisui Fujiwara who was standing beside him, his eyelids drooped and he was thinking of something, his long hair was combed to reveal a curvaceous swan neck.

His eyes darkened.

"Then, Qian Shui, listen to me carefully today~" Her lips curled into a smile.

Chisui Fujiwara came back to her senses when she heard Osamu Dazai's words, and she gave him a helpless look.

"Know it……"

Chisui Fujiwara returned to the detective agency with Yukichi Fukuzawa and his team, and sorted out the plan made for the operation to recapture Q.

After the personnel are arranged properly, just wait for the night to fall.

The combination imprisoned Q in a bungalow with white bricks and red tiles in a dense forest. Green ivy climbed on the walls, the glass of the windows was broken, and there were still some wreckage standing on the frame like thorns.

Entering the door should be the stairs leading to the basement.

It is already late at night, the sky is cloudless tonight, and a huge round blue moon hangs in the middle of the curtain. support.

Chisui Fujiwara shook the photo in her hand, squinting her eyes to look at the moonlight carefully, and there were crickets chirping softly and rhythmically in her ears.

"Are you sure you are going this way?" She looked at Osamu Dazai ahead.

Osamu Dazai turned around and waited for her: "Of course."

Chisui Fujiwara stood in front of him, pushing away some messy bushes with the back of his hand, and caught up with his footsteps.

"The night confuses the five senses, but the stars can point out the direction." Dazai Osamu pointed to the night sky, "No way, such a simple common sense Qianshui would not know~"

The tone is rather underwhelming.

Fujiwara Chisui was silent, and then stepped on him in the dark.

"Hiss—" Osamu Dazai was in pain.

Fujiwara Chisui expressionless: "Sorry, it's too dark, I can't see the way clearly."

Why do I like this kind of guy who deserves to be beat up?

"Thousands of Water QAQ~"

Chisui Fujiwara: ==

"But having said that, why didn't you ask Zhongye to cooperate." She looked down at the road and walked around the small mounds that popped out of the ground from time to time.

"You guys have a tacit understanding that can be called a double black existence." Chisui Fujiwara looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously.

Osamu Dazai replied with disgust on his face, "No, no slugs."

Fujiwara Chisui: "..."

Really foe.

"And for this task, sea rabbits are enough."

Fujiwara Chisui raised her fist and shook it threateningly, signaling that if he mentions this nickname again, he will be knocked on the head.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, he didn't take Haitu's warning seriously at all, he coughed a few times and lowered his volume as he was about to reach his destination.

"The dwarf's ability is difficult to control once it is activated."

"And the damage to myself is too great, it's best if I can't move."

"What's more important—" he drew out his tone.

Fujiwara Chisui looked at him in surprise: "Huh?"

Osamu Dazai looked at her with bright eyes, with obvious meaning.

Fujiwara Chisui: "..."

Her heart beat a step faster, she pushed away Osamu Dazai's approaching face, and was about to remind him to pay attention to the situation, when she heard some rustling noises from the bushes at nine o'clock.

Osamu Dazai also heard it at the same time, he dragged Fujiwara Chisui over and hid behind the tree trunk.

This forest is far away from the city, and few people set foot in it, but the plants are growing well, the trunk is huge enough to stop two people, and the canopy is luxuriant, faintly showing signs of covering the sky.

Chisui Fujiwara was held in Dazai Osamu's arms, with her face pressed against his chest, and he could clearly hear his heart beating rhythmically.

In late autumn and late at night, the temperature gradually dropped, but his embrace was warm, and the temperature seemed to spread towards her, rising more and more, and gradually scalding hot.

Osamu Dazai looked at the moving bushes in the distance, and his eyes were clear: "It's a combination."

"John and Lovecraft."

While speaking, Fujiwara Chisui could hear the trembling of chest cavity.

She shook her head to clear her messy thoughts, pulled away Dazai Osamu's arm that blocked her sight, and poked her head out to look over.

John and Lovecraft are heading for the bungalow with a group of people.

Someone was carrying a huge device that looked like a lamp.

There was no fluctuation in his heart. In this afternoon's plan, Osamu Dazai mentioned that they would come to stop him.

"Then it's settled here."

Chisui Fujiwara tore off Osamu Dazai's hand that was sticking to her body, the blue magic circle under her feet burst open suddenly, and the frost mixed with murderous intent rushed forward like lightning. At that moment suddenly raised!

"what?!"

One after another, ice edges burst out abruptly, catching the group by surprise.

The harmless water froze into razor-sharp flesh, blood spattered, and the unexpected attack threw them off their feet.

"Uh..." John was completely pierced through the abdomen, and the towering ice edge supported his whole body, and his feet couldn't even touch the ground.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he moved his hand to his pocket with difficulty, trying to get a seed out.

The ice edges stand everywhere, and the smooth ice layer reflects the moonlight, and Chisui Fujiwara can see it clearly.

Want to put vines?Stop dreaming.

A small branch grew from the dry part of the ice edge, piercing John's shoulder blade, and stood there rigidly, without any movement.

Lovecraft, with waist-length black hair, was also surrounded by frost, and the ice spikes formed a circle with biting chill and pierced his fleshy body at the same time, imprisoning it.

The ocean in the distance surged onto the beach with the sound of tides, everything was silent, and the sneak attack happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that even the screams and howls could not be heard.

"It feels like there is no need to use me at all~" Osamu Dazai pretended to scratch his head helplessly, and walked out of the shadows.

"Ah, I'm not motivated—"

"Stop howling." Fujiwara Chisui looked at him sideways, "Let's go."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have lost interest: "Let's go, let's go back early, I'm so sleepy and want to sleep."

Fujiwara Chisui: "You can sleep on the grass now, no one will stop you."

Osamu Dazai: "No, I am particular about my sleep."

Fujiwara Chisui sneered: "Go ahead, you're still particular about it."

Osamu Dazai defended loudly: "Really!"

"I can only sleep on the soft bed of Qianshui's house~" He said and rubbed over.

Fujiwara Chisui rolled her eyes, feeling speechless at this guy who was talking about running trains.

After the two walked away, they were pierced by an ice edge, and the frost-covered Lovecraft suddenly moved, his protruding eyeballs turned around, and his pupils looked dully at the night, reflecting the moonlight.

"no--"

"To-move-up-up-"

Like a radio station with a failed signal, the voice is hoarse and intermittent.

The head moved stiffly, trying to break through the prison of ice and snow. The bloodless arms were exposed by the ragged sleeves, like a cake in a microwave oven. The icy edges of the moonlight tried to tear apart, so as to free the body.

……

The iron door of the bungalow was not closed, but the cave door was wide open, as if waiting for them.

Chisui Fujiwara and Osamu Dazai walked down the spiral wooden stairs to the basement.

In the corner of the underground cage, a giant tree grows, with huge roots spreading across the entire room. A small figure is bound in the center of the trunk, and its petite body is firmly imprisoned by the knotted roots.

On the wooden chair in front of the tree trunk, there are puppets dripping with blood and tears.

Q drooped his head, already unconscious.

Osamu Dazai took out the dagger he had hidden somewhere and walked up.

Fujiwara Chisui followed behind, and yelled to stop the moment he turned the handle of the knife and inserted it.

"Don't kill him."

Osamu Dazai put down the dagger: "Why?"

Fujiwara Chisui raised her eyes, and looked at him who turned around: "If Q is dead, what reason do you have to let the mafia let you go?"

Osamu Dazai looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "Qian Shui and I thought about going together."

"Indeed, it should be kept as a bargaining chip for negotiating with the mafia." The light reflected on the knife surface was a little dazzling, and the knife held in the left hand rotated beautifully and stuck on the branch.

Fujiwara Chisui lowered her eyes, watching the unrestrained Q rolling to the ground.

This time, it's going to be locked up.

She frowned, Q is really, there are too many variables.

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