I'm putting on a vest

Zhong Yuanzhong was also walking in the corridor, the underside of his leather boots beating the floor, the sound spread in the corridor, reflected by the non-mechanical stone wall, it sounded very clear.

He thought about what happened just now, he didn't want to look into the girl's eyes, it looked like she was living in this world well, she didn't do anything wrong, but she was suddenly grabbed by the neck and exposed to the sun Under the eyes of the small animals.

He has no regrets and will do it again.but…

He frowned slightly.

The leader said he wanted to scare her.

He had a smile on his face when he said it, looking like he was playing with the little girl next door, but the scope of the order is usually 'as long as it doesn't cause obvious disabilities'.There are always a few of those instruments of torture that can be used by her.Like that wooden clip for your fingers (is she a painter?) or the pliers for pulling teeth.

Zhong Yuanzhong also met a pair of black eyes.

Osamu Dazai watched him from the end of the corridor.

This guy has been disappearing for a long time. He always comes to report to take away the documents he needs to deal with and then disappears without a trace. If he doesn’t know this guy is absolutely impossible to fall in love with anyone, Zhongyuan Zhong must also think him She secretly married someone outside.

Now he stood there with the light down, his eyelashes casting shadows on his skin, his eyes dark.

He smiled.

That smile seemed docile and harmless, but it just made Nakahara Chuya feel goosebumps all over his body.

"Good evening, Chuya." Osamu Dazai waved to him with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned disgustedly, "Speak quickly if you have anything to say."

As he spoke, he noticed that this corridor leads straight to the underground interrogation room, and there is no possibility of passing by occasionally.Then Dazai could only appear here for that girl.

Speaking of which, this time the arrest task should have been given to him. After all, Osamu Dazai seemed to be very suitable for coaxing girls, but for some reason, it was finally handed over to Nakahara Chuya.

He originally thought that he would be able to create such a big commotion and make Mr. Mori decide that the girl who "wanted her no matter what" would be a very powerful supernatural being, but in the end he caught her without any conflict, and in the The next time I was very obedient, it made people wonder if I caught the wrong person.

But he always felt that there was something, there was something under the girl's skin, as if there was a dark tide under the calm sea, once something was revealed, it would surprise everyone.

"...You came to find her?"

"Hey, how do you say..."

As soon as the girl in the basement was mentioned, the smile on the corner of Osamu Dazai's mouth became a little vague, and he clapped his palms together.

"Speaking of which, there is indeed one thing to ask the slug for."

"what?"

"If you can, please don't interrogate her. Or more thoroughly, I hope to put an end to all the harm that will be done to that girl."

"Simply put, I'm taking her away."

"...are you crazy?"

Nakahara Chuya's hands habitually touched his waist, and the ground under his feet also had spider web-like cracks, but Dazai Osamu's movements were much faster than him - he had never seen Nakahara Chuya before. It's time to prepare.

He unhurriedly raised the pistol that had been pulled out of the safety, and pointed the black muzzle at him, 'bang', mouthing his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

"That's why you say you're crazy."

A power that has no ability to harm at all, and physical skills that can only be regarded as low-end in the mafia, since he is provoking him.

In less than three seconds, Zhong Yuanzhong pushed him to the ground and punched him.Two punches.Three punches.He didn't pick up the pistol and shoot like Osamu Dazai, but hit him hard in the abdomen with his fist.

Fist to the flesh.As unnerving as it sounds, the viscera is definitely broken.

Osamu Dazai's cheek was pressed to the floor, breathing rapidly, blood spilling from his lips with each breath.

His teeth dug into the skin of his mouth.The blood coming out of his nose smeared the top of his lips brightly, but no matter how he hit him, his black eyes still looked at Nakahara Chuya like this, with an inexplicable smile inside.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had fallen into a trap again.

He didn't understand what was going on, and now Osamu Dazai was lying on the ground like a rotten sandbag, Nakahara was also hitting him, his fist moved a little higher, from the soft and fat-protected abdomen to the top of his head, just one click, His head would split open like a piece of exploded watermelon.

But as he lay there, it somehow made people feel that he was not irresistible, he was just very tolerant and willing to pay some as an advance payment.

If he wants to stand up, he can stand up, if he wants to run away, he can run away, if he wants to kill Nakahara Chuya, he should be able to do it.

Nakahara also knew that Osamu Dazai could do it.His force value is almost zero in front of Chuya Nakahara, but what is impossible, is it possible that Mori Ogai, who holds the greatest power in Yokohama, personally took up a sword and charged into battle?He is horrified elsewhere.

Central Plains also stopped.

He stood up, feeling that Osamu Dazai's gaze was still on his body, as if he put his hand into a pot of syrup, and when he pulled it out, it was sticky.

He frowned in disgust.

"Don't do unnecessary things." He left with only one last sentence, leaving the boy on the ground laughing.

Osamu Dazai turned over, and this action touched the loose teeth on his right mouth, which made him grit his teeth in pain.

He lay on the ground like a piece of mud for a while, not at all shy about how damaging his image was, then slowly got up, walked forward, and looked at the smooth steel door outside the interrogation room. own appearance.

It's really appalling.

He thought, combing his hair with his fingers to wipe off the blood on his face. As for the tooth, he stretched his hand out of his mouth and shook it twice, and with a 'click', he pulled it out without hesitation and turned towards the back lost.

His fingertips were wobbly spinning something, and he took a closer look, and found that it was the key to the interrogation room that was handed over by Nakahara Nakaya when he was beaten earlier.

He tried his best to tidy himself up, but he still looked like an unlucky junior high school student who was walking on the road and had a conflict with someone for no reason. He sighed again, thinking about whether he should change his clothes.

He didn't expect to meet her at this time, he thought he could hide her, no one knew, but... um.

In other words, it's not that he didn't expect this scene, but he indulged it for some reason. After all, she wants to know his identity, doesn't she?

But maybe it's possible to go a little bit slower and make Mashiro think he's a partner in justice, or at least one that's on her side.

He could tell the whole truth: he was a member of the Port Mafia, the youngest cadre here, but he had saved her at the same time, and he would be punished afterwards.Just adjusting the order of these things can easily turn Osamu Dazai into a movie hero who goes to justice for love.

The question is whether to do it.

Osamu Dazai thought.

His eyes were lowered, looking at his nails expressionlessly.

The nails are a little broken, no different from the nails that were exposed when Zhenbai hugged him to sleep on the bed.

When she first traveled here, her fingers were still clean, but as she drew more and more and stared at the book for longer and longer, she started to go a little crazy.

She wanted to hurt herself, and wanted to do something to prove that she was still alive, so she began to self-mutilate habitually.Walking around the house pretending to be careless (that's what she believed herself) bumping her leg against the sharp corner of the table.

But she can’t walk around all the time, she wants the pain that can be obtained more easily, and the act of scratching her arm with a knife is still too rebellious, so she just does what everyone usually does, biting her nails.

He thought, wiping the blood from his fingernails on his clothes.

Osamu Dazai looked at the door in front of him, Mashiro was behind the door, and the long corridor behind him was reflected on the door.

Should I go back and sort it out and tell her the best lie, or open the door now and tell her all the truth.

He has to choose.