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After thinking about it for a while, I always feel that the possibility of a black mud like Osamu Dazai having a date is almost zero.

Does such a person really exist in the world who can stand this mackerel?

The Central Plains also believed that Osamu Dazai was in charge of him.

Nakahara Chuya: "Hey! I said you mackerel—" Have you lost your mind recently?

"A slug is indeed a slug, well, but it's just right." Osamu Dazai played with the card in his hand with a smile on his face.

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately thought of something, took out the wallet from his pocket, flipped through it, and instantly became furious: "Asshole! When did you steal my card!"

"Hey, anyway, the slimy slug can't use up the money in the salary card."

The wages of Hong Kong black cadres are beyond ordinary people's imagination. If it weren't for Osamu Dazai who always lost his wallet because of suicide, he would not be short of money.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered: "I can't use it up and I won't give it to you for this disgusting mackerel!!"

Even if you keep the money now, you can give it to me in the future, give it to...

A little girl with silver hair and blue eyes flashed in his mind, and Nakahara Nakaka pursed his lower lip, the air pressure on his body became lower and lower, and Osamu Dazai was even more unpleasant to see.

On the edge of Dazai Osamu being about to be violently beaten, the black-haired bandaged boy didn't panic at all, instead, he took the contents of Nakahara Chuya's wallet one by one.

"Slug seems to have been carrying this cockroach since he joined Hong Kong and Black." Dazai Osamu looked down at the portrait of Fukuzawa Yukichi on the 1 yuan banknote, with a casual look.

"Ah, this is my business." Nakahara Nakaya replied coldly, snatching the passport back from Dazai Osamu without hesitation.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

There is nothing else that can make Zhongyuan Zhong cherish so much, except for the gift from the young lady.

But in Osamu Dazai's view, the [-]-yuan banknote, which can be recognized by others at a glance, is almost exactly the same as the real banknote in terms of touch and other details except for the portrait of a stranger printed on it. .

Osamu Dazai didn't think it was a coincidence.

He was about to use the dialogue to obtain some relevant information from Chuya Nakahara, when a call came, and it was Chief Mori who asked Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai to complete the task of destroying a certain organization.

"Mr. Mori, if you ruin someone's next date, you will be beaten with a sack." Osamu Dazai complained with a drawn-out ending.

A subtle electric sound accompanied by a man's voice sounded on the other side of the phone: "But Dazai-kun, this is an order."

As if he didn't receive Dazai Osamu's strong resentment, Mori Ogai's voice was still tinged with a smile.

"Dazai-kun, grabbing food alone is something only a child would do."

Holding the phone, Osamu Dazai hung up without hesitation, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and his kite-colored eyes darkened.

"What are you going crazy about again?" Nakahara Chuya frowned, very puzzled by Dazai Osamu's recent behavior.

"I've said it all, little dwarfs won't understand." Osamu Dazai snorted softly.

As if he was disgusted by something just now, the black-haired boy half-closed his eyes, strode out of the office listlessly, and the black loose coat he wore drew a curve in the air.

"Tsk." Nakahara was full of impatience at the thought of partnering with a troublesome guy like Osamu Dazai later.

However, some kind of unconscious premonition made his heart beat a little faster.

……

Sakura had already left the house, but was told by a mafia in a black suit sweating profusely that cadre Dazai had a mission and could not come.

"I see." Sakura blinked her eyes, her blue eyes were as round as a cat's, and she looked soft and sweet.

The mafia doesn't show it on the surface, but it's screaming inside-this is too cute!

How did such a little girl who had nothing to do with the other world get involved with someone like... Dazai-san?

This question made the Mafia feel like a cat scratching, but he only dared to secretly share it with others after returning to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. He would never dare to ask the little girl in front of him.

As the youngest cadre of the gangsters in Hong Kong, almost everyone in the port mafia knows about Dazai's ruthless style. How many dare to offend this Dazai cadre?

On the contrary, the Central Plains cadres are much gentler to their subordinates, completely different from Dazai cadres...

"I see." Sakura said politely, "Thank you."

The mafia, who was immersed in inner gossip, came back to his senses, a little at a loss: "Ah, yes, you are welcome."

——Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, this little girl doesn't look like someone who can interact with Dazai's cadre at all!

Osamu Dazai couldn't come because of something, and Sakura didn't feel disappointed.

In fact, she didn't want to find Mr. Dazai in the first place, because every time she was with him, Yingri, an expert in pottery, always felt that she had been touched by him...

Probably an illusion.

"It's so beautiful." The bored Sakura took out a red glass bead in her pocket, imitating Anna's way of looking at the world through the glass bead.

The red glass beads were also given to her by Anna, and Yingli always carried them with her.

A leaf hit the face, Sakura was stunned, the glass bead in her hand fell to the ground, bounced all the way forward, and made a crisp sound when it collided with the ground.

Yingli chased after it without hesitation, but the glass bead was small and jumped high and fast, and Yingli couldn't swallow it with black mud.

After missing the glass bead again, the little girl simply jumped forward, holding down the red glass bead and lying on the ground.

"Huh." She breathed a sigh of relief expressionlessly, and after confirming that the glass beads were intact, she carefully put them into her pocket.

"Meow!" A leisurely three-colored cat seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of Sakura, and jumped from the wall to the eaves.

Sakura followed the voice and raised her head, and recognized it for a few seconds: "Maomao."

She was quite sure.

Mr. Natsume Soseki in the skin of a three-flowered cat: "..."

"Maomao." Sakura yelled again, standing under the eaves with her arms outstretched, like a child about to be hugged.

But Natsume Soseki knew that the child was waiting for the three-flowered cat to jump into her arms.

In other words, it has been several years, and it is still the same as before.

Natsume Soseki didn't know whether to sigh or be happy, standing on the roof and looking down at the familiar little girl.

Sakura tilted her head: "Maomao?"

She thought for a while, her body moved, she took a few steps back, and jumped forward suddenly.

The fluffy skirt rose up like soft cotton candy, and the little girl with a delicate face was easily jumped onto the wall under the stunned gaze of the Sanhuamao.

Natsume Soseki is sure that the little girl did not use supernatural powers.

Ordinary people can be so powerful? !

"Maomao." Yingli was puzzled, before Sanhuamao could react, another bunny hopped.

Regardless of her jumping directly onto the roof, the bunny jump is quite lively.

——But it’s too lively!

"Meow!" the three-flowered cat raised its voice, and there seemed to be some anxiety in its eyes.

Sakura blinked her eyes, only to hear a crash, and she fell through the hole in the collapsed roof.

But it didn't hurt, and it didn't hit the ground.

Sakura turned her head, and a dozen guns were already aimed at her.

"Who are you?! Gangsters sent you here?" The man in the middle gritted his teeth fiercely, with bruised veins on his forehead.

Sakura felt that he was panicking, as if he was afraid of someone appearing.

"No..." Yingli was about to say that she was not a member of the port mafia, when suddenly something moved beneath her.

"Little Miss—" The furry black head turned towards the ground with difficulty, as if it was about to vomit.

It was only then that Yingli realized that she had hit him just now and was still pressing on him.

"Sorry, Mr. Dazai." Sakura quickly jumped off him, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Mori ordered us to come." Dazai Osamu held his chest, "Ah, he is such a bastard."

Sakura tilted her head: "?"

However, the man with the gun on the opposite side couldn't bear it any longer, and aimed his dark muzzle at Osamu Dazai.

"You're almost dead, but you can still be so leisurely—then die now!"

Sakura hesitated for a moment, looking at Osamu Dazai who was locked on the chair, thinking how to hide with him.

However, a faster figure appeared in front of Sakura.

The bullet was wrapped in a layer of red supernatural power and fell into the dust.Sakura saw the orange-haired boy clearly.

"Chuya?" She called out in a low voice.

Nakahara was also stunned for a while, but he quickly reacted, looked at Sakura with a complicated look, and went to deal with the enemy who had already attacked.

"We have all the information, so we can solve it directly." Osamu Dazai said slowly beside him.

"Mr. Dazai, do you need to untie it now?" Sakura asked looking at the handcuffs on his hands that restricted his movement.

"Miss, do you want to help me unlock the lock yourself?" Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes seemed to light up suddenly, with an expression of excitement on his face.

Sakura shook her head honestly: "No, I just want to help Mr. Dazai find the key."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai showed a disappointed expression, and lazily snapped his fingers, "Then you don't have to bother the young lady."

With the sound of snapping his fingers, the handcuffs on his hands snapped open and fell to the ground.

Sakura opened her eyes wide.

"Mr. Dazai, that's amazing." Her gaze moved back and forth between Dazai Osamu and the handcuffs on the ground, her water-blue pupils were crystal clear, and she said extremely sincerely.

This kind of magical lockpicking skill, Sakura almost suspected that this was Osamu Dazai's supernatural power.

"Miss, if you want to learn, I can teach you unconditionally." Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, his delicate and fair face was full of longing, "Ah, it's so wonderful to teach in person."

"Mackerel, shut up!" Chuya Zhongya roared not far away.

"Tch, I've said it all, slugs don't disturb other people's dates." Osamu Dazai curled his lips and complained unhappily, "Today was supposed to be my date with the little lady."

Dating?Sakura's face was paralyzed inside.

Aren't we foraging together?

"I told you to shut up!" The orange-haired boy was very irritable.

After Zhongyuan Zhongya finished dealing with the last enemy, he could finally deal with his personal affairs. He walked up to Yingli, pressed his black top hat, and remained silent for a while.

Sakura didn't speak, like a cat who knew she had done something wrong, her round and blue cat eyes secretly glanced at him once in a while.

In the silent and guilty temptation of the little girl, Zhong Yuan Zhong also felt a little bit dumbfounded.

He sighed.

"Zhongye?" Yingli's eyes were somewhat confused.

Zhong Yuan, who was obviously much more mature than three years ago, also paused, stretched out his palm wearing a black leather glove, and gently pressed it on the top of the girl's head with snow-silver soft hair.

"You guy... Didn't I tell you not to go anywhere else?"

"Why this time, I ran to a place where others couldn't find it without authorization."

"..."

Sakura lowered her head, her voice became softer, and said softly, "Chuya, I'm sorry."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also helpless, but smiled again and rubbed her hair.

"Anyway, luckily you still remember to come back."

Yingli, Yingli felt even more guilty, blinking cat eyes and keeping silent was golden.

"Miss." Osamu Dazai closed the phone, the smile no longer on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yuanzhong also realized that something was wrong.

Sakura blinked.

"Mr. Mori has something to see you," Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, "But, Miss, if you don't want to, you don't have to go to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang."

"Me and Zhongye will guarantee your safety."

"Meet the leader?" Nakahara Chuya was startled, and stepped forward to pull Dazai Osamu's collar, "What does this have to do with Sakura? Why does the leader want to see her?"