Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

Back in the early morning of this morning, Zhong Yuan dragged his tired body to a high-end club, and was led by the receptionist through a slightly dim corridor and entered a private room.

"You look very tired, Chuya." The red-haired woman in a pink kimono said with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also followed the other party's words and said lazily: "Hey, I'm really, I'm exhausted!"

"What happened? I heard that the mission assigned by Mr. Mori this time is not very difficult, and Akutagawa is by your side, so it shouldn't be that difficult, right?" Hearing the man's complaint, Ozaki Momiji opened his eyes slightly, somewhat surprise.

I rarely, or should I say almost never, complained about work or anything like that.

This time, it looks like this again...

"Indeed, but, that guy Dazai—" Nakahara Nakahara also lengthened the end of his voice.

"Is there something about Dazai again this time?"

"Yeah, 'again'! Why is that mackerel always looking for trouble!"

"Is the task not completed?"

"No, it was done, but I didn't kill it, but Dazai asked one of my subordinates to do it." Nakahara Chuya honestly denied it according to the actual situation.

The red-haired woman on the opposite side responded slightly, picked up the red wine bottle and poured a shallow layer of wine into the goblet.

"Hey, Chuya." Ozaki Koyo suddenly said,

"What's the matter, Miss Hongye?"

"Don't you think it's a little suspicious?"

"Dazai?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes and thought, "Suspicious is naturally very suspicious. This can be seen from the fact that he didn't let me do it but let my subordinates do it, but,"

"Incomprehensible."

"I have an idea," Ozaki Koyo said, "Chuya, you might be angry when you hear that."

"What is it? Just tell me, Miss Hongye." Nakahara Chuya straightened his body and said.

He was ready for the worst.

"Do you remember what you said before, that Ayatsuji Xingren's supernatural power?"

Mori Ogai had previously informed a small section of the top mafia at the port, and Koyo Ozaki also knew that Chuya Nakahara had reported it.

"Of course, what's the matter?"

Halfway through, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and his eyes were about to split.

"Dazai should have learned about it through some channels. And the woman the boss asked to get rid of was one of the main victims in the museum incident that Ayatsuji Kintoman was in charge of." Ozaki Momiji slowly explained his own evidence.

"At that time, no matter what kind of persecution that woman suffers, that Ayatsuji pedestrian will definitely reason and implement his supernatural power."

"So if at that time, Chuya-kun, you did something."

"I will die." Zhongyuan Zhong also spit out the words one by one.

"And Dazai-kun doesn't want you to die."

"......"

"Ah, so Mr. Zhongye, I suggest that you pay close attention to that subordinate who killed that woman on your behalf."

"I know."

The scene became quiet, and the usual happy atmosphere was gone.

Nakahara Nakaya drank the red wine in his hand calmly, Ozaki Koyo put down the fan and looked at the book.

There was a faint sound of turning pages, and the woman sitting on the sofa closed the book with a light blue cover in her hand.

["Yushima no Love" Izumi Kyoka]

"Mr. Zhongye, there must be something else on your mind just now." She said so.

"Ah... well, yes."

"Who is it? From the look on your face, I seem to have thought of someone."

"Akutagawa, it's Akutagawa."

"It's him..." Ozaki Koye opened his eyes slightly, as if a little unexpected, "Why did he make you angry?"

Foolish and reckless action?Wild praise for Dazai?Or that reluctance to persuade the character?

But these actions seem to have happened a long time ago, or not long ago, and it is basically rare to see Ryunosuke Akutagawa doing such things recently.

"It's not really making me angry..." Nakahara Chuya sulked, "It's just that I misunderstood."

"I'm not angry either." Zhong Yuanzhong also added.

However, even though he said so, his mouth was completely unhappily pursed.

Koyo Ozaki snorted, laughing so hard that Nakahara Chuya's cheeks turned red.

"Well, not angry."

"Miss Hongye!"

......

When leaving, Zhongya patted the wrinkled clothes on his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Anyway, if my subordinates suffer any serious damage, I will go and beat that guy Dazai well. And If you die, "

"Just take him to the river and let him dive into the water 100 times."

**

On the other side, in the chief's office on the roof of the port mafia, Mori Ogai looked at the latest news in his hand, with a wry smile on his face.

"Sakura or something..." It really has a sense of déjà vu!

He remembered the so-called Alice, the female superhuman.

"Ugh."

Is this belated retribution?Terrible, he thought that woman had already gone back to find Mori Ogai, who was her husband.

Wouldn't it be waiting here?

To be honest, he flinched a little.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being confessed, but that the image of that person was Alice, and this caused him some indescribable embarrassment and panic.

If it is really that woman.

Should we get rid of her, or just follow suit?

But maybe this grand cherry blossom is just a prank by one person?But, a prank?Who has so much energy?

The arrow seems to point.

**

France.

In front of a publishing house.

Victor Hugo stood there.

He is a very handsome and handsome man. His bangs are tied up and a hairpin is used to pin the hair on the back of his head at the end, exposing the forehead, and the slightly longer short hair on both sides hangs down naturally.The hair is a beautiful and refreshing sky blue, as are the eyelashes. Coupled with the magnificent dark golden pupils in the eye frames, one can imagine how popular the other party was when he was young.Now, although with a beard and a few wrinkles, it just looks more manly.

Victor waved his hand not far away, watching a man with wool curly hair gradually approaching over there, with brown hair, with a few strands of soft light red hair that seemed to be dyed in between.The eyes are dark green like a forest, and the contours of the face are very deep, and perhaps it is also the reason for this, his eyes are always very deep, with a breath-taking flavor, but this is also related to his supernatural ability.

"It's unusually haggard today, what's the matter?" Victor asked looking at the stubble on the other party's face.

Alexandre Dumas sighed, and glanced resentfully at the eager man in front of him.

"You are also responsible for waking me up from a good sleep. It's not twelve o'clock yet. I worked until one o'clock in the morning yesterday, dealing with these flower galleries, gardens, and flower squares that popped up suddenly, and now I don't know why. Flowers blooming near the season, and the accompanying strange rhythmic sound. Although it did not cause any harm, but, "

"The government did not assign these tasks, Dumas." Victor wanted to interrupt.

The man followed the other person's words and continued: "Yes, no. But at that time, I thought what if, what if there is any harm, if there is any harm, then we are done! There is no reason why this is Man-made, it is a supernatural power. No one in Europe, including all transcendents, has such an ability to cover the whole world. And the ability to control the blooming of flowers around the world, or the growth of plants, is simply like a creator. This is a god. strength!"

"Alexander!"

The other party yelled, directly blowing away the remnants of getting up on Dumas' body, and he immediately calmed down.

"Feel sorry."

"It's like this every time you wake up. You have to get rid of this problem. You are always so emotional and moody. Sooner or later you will be sent to a mental hospital."

"Ahem, although I was a little sick just now, I am still very sure about the power of that, uh god."

"so what?"

"The government, the Transcendents, and those powerful figures from all walks of life haven't spoken yet, and there may be some inside information that we don't know."

"And then in this case, it's actually settled."

Listening to the man's narration, Alexandre Dumas also understood, he followed the other party and said in unison:

"It's harmless."

...

"So what do you want me to do?" He really wanted to go home and sleep quickly.

Victor handed over the yellow leather ziplock bag that contained the manuscript.This is the original.

"this,?"

"Ah."

"You know, I haven't been in this business for a long time." While saying this, Dumas untied the thread wrapped around the button and took out the manuscript paper inside.

"Just watch it first."

"Wow, this word is really beautiful."

...

"Do you want to go into the house?"

Dumas waved his hand.

"There are only three left."

"Okay, whatever you want~" Viktor said with a shrug.

The author has something to say: That girl (museum) is not a little girl with an ordinary background, and even has some ties to the mafia, so there is nothing wrong with the Hong Kong gangsters killing me this time.

The girl is now dead.

Set Alexandre Dumas.

When I just wake up, I will be very irritable because of getting up, but usually I am very gentle.

yes? ? ?diplomat.