[Bungo Stray Dogs] Anonymous Text

Qiuye was hesitant to ask her questions.It's rare that Zhongyuan Zhong also seems to be in a good mood, so don't spoil his mood.

But now it doesn't seem to give the other party face to be silent.

Qiu Ye thought for a few seconds, and decided to follow the other party's words, so that there would be absolutely no mistakes.

"...Sorry, but I didn't blow up the car..."

She probably knew in her heart who did the bombing of the car. She thought it was because of blood splashing on the car, and then Dazai Osamu disposed of it.

Now she knows how Osamu Dazai used to deal with it.

"Oh, really."

Zhongyuan Zhong replied in a neutral tone.

Qiu Ye thought that she was indeed responsible for one third of the responsibility, but most of the responsibility was on Osamu Dazai, but she couldn't say it.

Therefore, she can only take the blame for herself.

Qiu Ye lowered her head, "...Do whatever you want."

Anyway, now that she knew that the port mafia had no intention of killing anyone, she simply didn't resist.The big thing is debt or increased workload, she has no problem.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knocked the wine glass on the table with a bang, the sound was not very loud, but the expression on his face made people tremble in the heart.

"That's what you said yourself."

He had a good laugh.

Autumn night nodded while munching on a steak.I can write as many verbal checks as I can, anyway, it’s just work, work, work.

She was the one who drove after dinner. Although she could be considered a drunk driver, it was better than letting Nakahara Nakaya, who was so drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly, drive.

He obviously doesn't hold too much alcohol, but he still has to drink it, and even though it's red wine, he starts getting drunk after a few glasses.

Qiu Ye slowly drives Chuya Zhongya's new car.After all, she hadn't driven this car before, and she was more at ease driving slowly after drinking.

But no matter how slow it will be, we will arrive at the headquarters in a while. Qiu Ye is holding Zhongya's body, and the other party can't stand still, his feet are shaking. Fortunately, she has some strength, otherwise Zhongyuan Zhongya can only be caught by her shuffling.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he bumped into Chuya Nakahara's subordinates head-on. The other party first glanced at her face and then at Chuya Nakahara's drunken posture, and then began to compare her face with Chuya Nakahara's posture. wandering back and forth between.

This process lasted about 3 minutes, and he didn't stop his gaze until all the scattered people in the corridor gathered.

"Well, miss, do you need our help?"

Qiuye didn't realize it. After she handed Zhongyuan Zhongye over, she realized that the other person's tone was a bit strange.

Nakahara Chuya was slumped on the sofa in his office, and the two subordinates next to him poured water to find sober medicine and the other took a towel to wring out water.

No matter how you look at it, you are very familiar with the road, and you make a good mafia look like a nanny.

Qiu Ye sat on the desk in someone else's office, flipping through the documents like she was flipping through her own home.The subordinate A who was holding the towel was startled, he hurried over and held Qiu Ye's arm.

"Small, miss, you can't rummage through these."

What nonsense... I have also done the work of Nakahara Chuya.

After she refuted something in her heart, she suddenly realized why the other party called Miss at her, and how the tone seemed to be addressed to a stranger.

Before she had time to ask, the person lying dead on the sofa suddenly struggled.

"Qiuye, come die to me!"

The two subordinates next to him looked terrified and dared not answer.

This person started to get drunk and went crazy, Qiuye moved over although he was unwilling.

"What happened to Mr. Nakahara?"

Nakahara Zhongya didn't open his eyes, but his hand was dangling over there as if he could see where the person was. Unfortunately, his hand couldn't reach the person he called, but he was going to wipe his face His subordinates almost fell to the ground.

Qiuye reached out in time to save his subordinates who were about to fall to the ground, and grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hand to swing it back.

In the end, the person involved still didn't want to eat this set, and just after his hand was placed by his side, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Qiu Ye's shoulder.

To be honest, it hurts.After all, this man was drunk and couldn't control his strength at all, but he should be thankful that he didn't use his supernatural power unconsciously.

"middle……!"

Before he could say anything, Qiu Ye was pulled onto Chuya Nakahara's body, and his head was directly pressed against the opponent's chest.

The other two were stunned for two seconds, then quickly dropped the towels and cups in their hands, and then exited the room after two seconds and locked the door.

Before leaving, he said softly: "Mr. Zhongyuan will trouble you."

At this time, it can be seen from the rapid action that these people have also been trained internally by the mafia.

She wanted to say help.

Because now she is locked up by Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye.

Those two not-so-long arms were tightly wrapped around someone else's waist, and their strength was almost the same as the chains that bound her before.

It is so strong that it is difficult to turn your head.

The person under her yelled and then fell silent. Seeing his chest rise and fall so smoothly, he probably fell asleep.

I want to sleep on a bed instead of such a hard chest plate.

Thinking about it this way, Qiu Ye fell asleep in the end.

After all, it's been a day of tossing, and it's not a wooden man.

But she should think a little more.For example, will the gossip and gossip outside tomorrow drown her.

Zhongyuanzhong would definitely not be drowned, after all, with such a slap, no amount of water would leak out.

Zhongye woke up first the next day.Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a healthy body clock fixation but a severe headache.

When he woke up, something was wrong.

Not to mention the warmth on my body, there is still a little weight, and it feels like a ghost is pressing the bed.

He clutched his painfully swollen head and looked up. There was a sleeping autumn night lying on his chest.That way is no different from the business trip to the south.

It's the kind of appearance that doesn't have the slightest bit of vigilance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for two seconds, and then put his head flat again. Anyway, even if he goes to work, he doesn't need to be tired. According to Qiu Ye's ability, this kind of work doesn't take half an hour, so he might as well sleep for a while.

The office of the cadres has always been equipped with the highest level.

It is no problem to turn two times on this soft leather sofa, and it is very comfortable.

And if you keep this posture for one night, even Zhong Yuanzhong will feel pain in his ribs.

He wrapped his arms around someone else's waist and rolled over to make it more comfortable to sleep on his side.Even if it was such a relatively large movement, the person whose cranial nerves in his arms might be thicker than a water pipe didn't show any signs of waking up.

I don't know whether to sigh or feel helpless.

Is this guy out of his mind, or he trusts me too much.

Whether it's the former or the latter, Zhongyuanzhong is not particularly happy.The former, is it possible that the person holding you is Osamu Dazai, do you still sleep in someone else's arms so foolishly?The latter, even if you trust me so much, it's useless, you will know the consequences later.

Anyway, it's her who suffers, so I don't care.Zhong Yuanzhong also hooked the corner of his mouth, rubbed the other person's hair in a good mood, then pressed the other person's head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

But in fact, it is already ten o'clock in the morning, and everyone who should go to work outside is at work, but usually only three people dare to enter the office door of Nakahara Chuya, a former cadre Osamu Dazai, a current cadre Ozaki Koyo, and the leader Mori Ou outside.

So even if it is already ten o'clock, no one dares to knock on the door, not to mention, in the scene yesterday, who can guarantee whether there is any story happening inside the door now.

Autumn night is still dreaming sweet dreams, sleeping soundly.She still didn't know that there was going to be some cataclysm outside, and the waves were rough. It would be better to say that the two were directly mixed together, turning into a mudslide that was about to rush towards her.

The author has something to say:

Although it was sent by Mr. Manuscript Box today.But in fact, it was me... I finally wrote it properly yesterday... There was no problem with the update yesterday... But I just want to challenge dual-use... If I fail, it's too late to update... The first two Today I have nothing to do and write the draft of the one next door.I’m still addicted (maybe I’m very excited to get to Osamu Dazai...) I’m so sorry for Mr. Chuya...＿|￣|○I’m also sorry for the little angel who left me a message and smashed my bomb nutrient solution There is this thing...) To be honest, the last time I came to Jinjiang to play was in high school... If it weren't for Wenhao, I really didn't have much food... I would be full on Weibo lof...

I will work hard today too.Do your best to ensure that there will be updates over the weekend.Love you so much!

Let me know if there is anything you want to see.In fact, I have already written the direction of the plot.But sometimes your own imagination or design is not so fun.Sometimes I can write interesting things by synthesizing everyone's ideas. V(^_^)V

I swear this hole will be filled.