Yokohama troublemakers

Mori Ogai reached a deal with people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division and obtained a permit to open the supernatural power. Minic's business seems to have come to an end, but the remaining problems in this matter prevented several people from completing it.

After Sakai Yan finished writing the task report and submitted it to Mori Ogai, he went to see him in the ward of Oda Sakunosuke. It has not been twelve hours, and Oda Sakunosuke has not woken up yet. He is lying quietly on the bed. Sit the chair by the bed.

To be honest, Sakai Ban felt that with Mori Ogai's character, he would carry out an assassination when Oda Sakunosuke was unconscious, so he came, but he seemed to think Mori Ogai too badly or too simply. I sat here until the evening, and ate dinner here, and I didn't see any dangerous people.

"Hey, Yan-kun, why are you eating instant noodles here?" Osamu Dazai pushed open the door, and was surprised to see Sakai Yan sitting on a round chair, eating a bowl of instant noodles with Erlang's legs crossed.

Sakai Yan glanced at him and swallowed the instant noodles into his mouth.

"Why are you here, why am I here."

"It's really kind, Mr. Yan."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, stopped beside Sakai Yasu, looked down at Oda Sakunosuke lying on the bed, seemed to be talking to himself or to Sakai Yasu: "I found out just now, Mr. Mori revealed to Gide As for Oda Saku, Gide found out where those children are."

"Although he is not a direct enemy, but with his personality, such unstable factors are potential threats." Sakai Yan turned his head and looked at the door to confirm that there was no one outside.

"Well, there's one more person he's suspicious of." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, "I'm not dead yet."

Sakai Banyan was indifferent: "There is a saying that the scourge will last for a thousand years."

After swallowing the last mouthful of instant noodles, Sakai Yan stood up and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Dazai asked.

"Leave naturally after seeing the patient." Sakai dropped a sentence, opened the door and left without looking back.

Oda Sakunosuke woke up the next day, knew what had happened, and expressed serious protest against Dazai Osamu and Sakai Yasu's behavior of coming directly without consulting him, very helpless.

Three days after the Sakai Banquet, he went to the bar and ran into Oda Sakunosuke, who was told by the other party's elders that he ran away.

Life returned to normal. A week later, Sakai Yan came home from work. While watching TV, someone rang the doorbell. His first reaction was to be on guard, wondering if the door was someone who came to attack him. He looked through the cat's eyes and stood outside. The person in question turned out to be Osamu Dazai.

Sakai Yan opened the door and asked in surprise, "Why did you come to my place today?" Although Osamu Dazai has been to his house, the number of times can be counted on one hand.

Osamu Dazai raised the wine in his hand with a smile: "Want to have a drink with me?"

Sakai Yan was taken aback for a few seconds, his eyes were complicated for a few seconds, and then he said jokingly: "When it comes to wine, I think of the punch that was mistakenly punched by Zhongya before, and it should have hit you in the face."

Osamu Dazai entered the door with brisk steps: "I heard that later Chu also asked you to pick a good bottle of wine in his wine cellar."

"It's really good wine."

The voice of sitting on the bed watching the moon and drinking wine appeared in Sakai Yan's mind, his complexion could not help but calm down, and the corners of his lips curved clearly.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin and smiled wickedly: "Seeing your joy and happiness, could it be that you gave the wine to the lover you found?"

"Not a lover," Sakai Yan closed the door, walked back to the sofa and sat down, "You came to see me tonight just to drink with me? I'm usually not very interested in wine. If you want to drink, you should find Zhongye, and he will soon Come back, just a few days."

As he said that, a deep meaning flashed in Sakai Yan's eyes.

Osamu Dazai put the bag on the tea table, and sat down beside Sakai Yan, in a loose posture, almost lying down and sitting without any proper movement, he said in a circumflex and emotional tone: "It's just these few days."

The amount of information in these words is quite large, Sakai Yan took a deep look at Dazai Osamu, did not ask carefully, and his tone was still casual: "Don't get drunk, I have no plan to take you in for the night."

"Anyway, I can sleep on the sofa." Osamu Dazai looked around, "Yan-kun, where's your cup?"

Sakai Yan went to get the glasses. He lived here alone, and not many people came here. There were not many things, and it looked a little empty. He took out two glasses from the cabinet and put them on the table.

When Osamu Dazai saw the cup he brought over, he yelled, "Yan-kun, drinking in this kind of cup is boring."

Sakai Yan gave him a blank look: "People who come to my house with a bottle of wine in the evening are not qualified to say such things. Go to the bar for the atmosphere."

"Didn't I suddenly miss you?" Osamu Dazai rested his chin on the table, "Maybe we won't see each other for a long time in the future."

Sakai was silent for a while, Dazai Osamu had already made his words very obvious.

"But Yan-kun, if you don't want to part with me, you can come and play with me," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "Oda Saku will come too."

Sakai Yan still did not speak, took the corkscrew to open the wine bottle, and poured the wine into the cup. He did this action not long ago, but it was different from now. At that time, there was a quiet crescent moon in the wine, but now it is Another flavor.

"Yan Jun, do you like Mr. Mori?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked jokingly, "I really can't tell, obviously you hate work."

Sakai Yan looked down at the glass and said half aloud, "It's not that I like it, it's just a habit."

This ability is suitable for the dark world. If he left Hong Kong and Hei, he would really not be used to it. After all, it was Mori Ogai who picked him up back then. Picked it up.

In the dark top floor, the solitary figure leaning over the table in front of the European-style desk, for the consolidation and development of Hong Kong black, will do everything, as long as it is beneficial to the organization, no matter what it is, that person will do it, abandoning personal emotions, just like a computer. A machine that works with precision.

Somewhat sad.

Sakai Yasu lowered his eyes, quickly sinking the lonely image into his heart, and said to Osamu Dazai, "I don't want to face Chuya's pursuit."

Osamu Dazai blinked: "That little dwarf, don't worry about him."

"It will hurt you to say that."

"Don't worry, I left a gift for Chuya, it's a big surprise." Osamu Dazai grinned.

"...It must be frightening." Sakai Yan rolled his eyes, hoping not to affect him.

"But you really don't want to go with me," Osamu Dazai said coquettishly, "Let's go, leave the Hong Kong black matter to Mr. Mori."

Sakai Yan, like the little man in Nakaya, has feelings for Hong Kong gangsters, and Osamu Dazai suppresses the darkness in his eyes.

"I thought about it, the salary here is very good, and it's hard to find a similar company immediately if you change jobs," Sakai Yan said, "And I'm not a person who likes to be quiet."

"Okay, please help me and Oda to cover up, Mr. Yan."

The corners of Sakai Yan's mouth twitched: "You are so bold to tell me that you want to leave, not only tell me, but also let me help you cover it up, where did you get the confidence that I would never betray you?"

"Because you spent a lot of effort to save Odasaku, how can you bear to let the fruits of your labor go to waste?" Osamu Dazai blinked cutely, his tone turbulent.