Port Mafia Play House

Cumulonimbus clouds weigh heavily on the sky, looking as if they are about to fall any second.

It rained all day, and it barely stopped at night. The air was full of dampness. More than half of the guests attending the dinner party had already entered the venue, and no suspicious items have been found so far.

The splendor inside the building and the tense security outside the building, separated by only one layer of walls, seem to be different worlds.

As the forecast time approached, Osamu Dazai disappeared untimely for several hours, and didn't come back until a few minutes ago. Without an umbrella, with wet clothes and hair, he ordered her to do things as if nothing had happened.

"Then, I'll be in charge of probing suspicious persons in the venue." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "The bomb disposal team and snipers, please ask Ms. Tsujimura, once you receive the signal, act immediately."

After speaking, he raised his legs, as if he was going to enter the venue like this.

"Mr. Dazai!"

Tsujimura Mizuki choked speechlessly, quickly grabbed his collar, and pulled him to change into a new suit.

I always feel that the longer I get along with this person, the more blurred the respect between superiors and subordinates.

In the lounge provided by the hotel, Tsujimura Fukatsuki pressed a towel on top of Osamu Dazai's head, wiping it back and forth, muttering.

"Mr. Dazai! Knowing that it's raining, why don't you take an umbrella? You still have a mission tonight. If you go in like this, you will definitely be kicked out as a homeless person? And, what if you catch a cold..."

"Miss Tsujimura..." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

"... "

Tsujimura Mizuki paused, took a step back restrainedly, and bent over.

"I'm sorry, Dazai-san, I passed over..."

"No..." Osamu Dazai pulled down the towel from his head, "I just want to say—Miss Tsujimura is a good person."

The light in the lounge is soft and warm yellow, dyed with layers of golden threads in those iris-colored eyes, fading away the banter and frivolity, and seems to contain a little tenderness.

He sighed softly, "Miss Tsujimura's mother... loves you very much."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was taken aback.

my mother?

About my mother, how could Mr. Dazai...

But that scene only flashed by, leaving no time for her to ask questions.

Osamu Dazai stood up and adjusted the tie of his suit.

"Then—tonight's mission is about to begin, Ms. Tsujimura."

Time, seven fifty-five.

There are still 5 minutes before the eight o'clock forecast.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki stood at the corner of the venue, scanning the crowd vigilantly.

She really wanted to apologize for her momentary touch.

After saying "Then, tonight's mission is about to start" in a serious manner, such a handsome line, he ended up hooking up the little girl in the venue in a blink of an eye, and had a great time playing in the venue.

What is this!Apologize to your lines, bastard! ?

ah?You ask how she knows?

——Of course it's because, while flirting with a girl, this guy also used the walkie-talkie to broadcast her a live broadcast.

Sucks this guy.

From the core to the surface, there is no way to save it.

As the time approached, Tsujimura Mizuki also became a little anxious.

This feeling is like taking an exam. No matter how well you review, you will not be able to judge whether you will pass or not until the second you open the test paper.

What's more, for them, there are only two results in this exam.

Qualified, everyone is safe and sound.

Failed, all killed.

Even if the probability is one in a thousand, it is fatal.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki went over the measures that had been taken in his mind.

Comparing the data of bombers with different abilities at home and abroad, the possibility of bombs already installed in the venue was ruled out, and all suspicious items and people were refused entry and closely monitored...

Are there, are there any omissions?

Where else could a bomb be brought in?

"Tsujimura Fukatsuki!"

Following the activity in her brain, an anxious voice came from beside her ear.

"Is that notice letter still with you!?"

"Yes!" Tsujimura Fukatsuki replied subconsciously.

The notice letter is the most important clue in this mission. She usually reads it [-] times if not a hundred times, and keeps it in her pocket all the time...

Close-fitting... Huh?

Tsujimura Fukatsuki took out the plastic bag that was next to her body - there was a black card of the same material inside, but there was nothing on it.

The notice letter has been transferred!

when! ?

Her eyelids twitched, and the scene of wiping Dazai Osamu's wet hair up close appeared in her mind...

Her voice coincided with the voice just now.

"Fuck!" x2

"Wait..." Tsujimura Mizuki was stunned, "Who are you?"

She quickly looked around and saw no one.

There was no response to this sentence, but on the contrary, Osamu Dazai's voice came from the intercom used for communication.

"This beautiful lady, do you know that it is said that in ancient Egypt, the human body could also be used as a bomb..."

Tsujimura Fukazuki was taken aback.

"Haha, of course it's a lie! How could the human body be detonated, unless—"

Unless, it is a different ability.

five seconds...

[The venue has been checked in all aspects, and no traces of bombs have been found. Those who join the meeting have to check their belongings and even pass fingerprint verification. The highest-level national meeting is nothing more than this, right? 】

Four seconds...

【Otherwise, Ms. Tsujimura brings a bomb to the venue and blows up the venue in advance, maybe it can save everyone from fire and water—】

three seconds...

No bombs were planted at the venue, and the guests did not bring bombs in, so—then—who else?Who is the most suspicious?

Who will bring the bomb into the venue?

be themselves.

It's the detective in charge of the investigation.

two seconds...

A red spot of light aimed at Osamu Dazai's forehead.

Tsujimura Mizuki's pupils shrank.

It was a sniper—she didn't ask the sniper troops to target Osamu Dazai!

who is it!Who is targeting him! ?

Tsujimura Mizuki quickly reviewed the information he had read in his mind. There were several notice letters sent out, but only one explosion occurred in the end. Why?

What prevents the prisoner's plan from going smoothly...

The final clue also returns.

Why does it sometimes happen and sometimes not?

Because the prisoner failed, he failed to capture...

Take the agent's life.

With life as the lead, burn out to the last second of blooming.

When the agent dies, that's when the bomb goes off!

one second...

Suddenly realizing something, Tsujimura Mizuki's hand holding the plastic bag trembled slightly.

The agent holding the notice will become a bomb, and Osamu Dazai's ability is nullified, so the bomb will naturally not exist, but the prisoner does not know this——

He would still want to kill him!

zero seconds...

Bullets pierced through the air from hundreds of miles away, and she had no time to reach Dazai Osamu. Just as she took a step, she heard another angry voice.

"Too! Zai! Rule!"

The voice was almost squeezed out between the teeth, the white-haired young man grabbed Dazai Osamu's wrist and pulled it down, avoiding the tragedy at the very moment.

The urgently dispatched Black Lizard quickly counterattacked. After a few minutes, they tracked down the place where the bullet was fired. The head of the sniper rolled down, and blood spilled all over the ground.

In the meeting place where people were drinking and drinking, August only felt a surge of anger in his chest.

"You're promising, Osamu Dazai—I'll hide from you, so you'll commit suicide for me, right?"

The bullets from the sniper rifle embedded in the floor, causing riots in the venue.

Mizuki Tsujimura was instantly overwhelmed by the panicked crowd, she hurriedly contacted the special forces outside the door to maintain order, and when everything subsided, the two culprits had disappeared.

Her gaze turned to the window.

Scattered raindrops fell from the sky.

Scattered raindrops formed a line, visible in the bright light curtains of car headlights.

Hayakawa August with arms folded, walked in front with a cold face, Dazai Osamu followed behind him not too far away, calling his name helplessly.

"August……"

"Call me Mr. Hayakawa." The white-haired young man sneered, without turning his head, "Mr. Dazai from the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear.

"August...you should at least hold an umbrella."

The raindrops that hit his face disappeared, and the cool fingertips gently touched his wrist bones. Osamu Dazai held a black umbrella and grabbed his wrist.

The words that came out of his mouth made people even more angry.

"August..." he said helplessly, "what are you angry about?"

Hayakawa August: "..."

What is he mad about?

This person actually has the face to ask him why he is angry?

Hayakawa August had never seen such a brazen person.

The worry, panic, and apprehension just now all turned into anger at this moment, and his emotions rushed through his nerves like a flood. He stopped, turned around abruptly, and met the man's eyes.

"Why am I angry?" August let out a long breath, "Suicide is fun, isn't it? Dazai Osamu, tell me if you want to die, I can send you away directly!"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and said in a calm tone.

"August, you know I'm not talking about that."

"You won't see me—what are you mad about?"

The raindrops merged into a stream on the umbrella and dripped down the umbrella ribs.

The emotions of the rising tide gradually receded, and the rationality surfaced.

August gradually calmed down.

What the hell is he mad about?

Yoshimitsu asked him the same question.

In the two years before Osamu Dazai defected, the number of spies sent to supernatural agents Kosai doubled several times in August.

He also sent Yoshimitsu to inquire about the news, but Dazai Osamu seemed to disappear from the world, and there was no news from him.

In the third year, a branch of the Ability Secret Service Division in a remote county parachuted a new minister.

Hayakawa looked at the familiar face in August—smiling and threw all the information collected over the years into the shredder one by one.

If Ji Guang hadn't stopped him, he would have almost withdrawn all the spies he sent out.

【What are you angry about? 】

Ji Guang complained.

【When Fyodor invited you to the military and police research base and wanted to kill you, didn't you come up with more than three anti-killing plans in an instant without any disturbance? 】

What's more, Osamu Dazai didn't do anything.

He just discussed with the leader and secretly changed a camp.

Mori Ogai doesn't mind, why are you angry?

He retorted subconsciously: "That's different!"

【Which is different? 】

What's the difference?

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the boy looks completely different from before.

A straight white suit, a slender figure, curly short black hair pinned behind one ear, revealing a pair of clean iris-colored eyes, when looking down, there is an indescribable lingering taste.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion.

The handle of the umbrella followed Dazai Osamu's hand close to his back, and the boy who could be held in his arms at that time was now a few centimeters taller than him, and he could also be gently embraced in his arms.

This hug was gentle, but the hand holding his wrist was very firm.

Where is it different?

The rain continued, and the car horn blared.

The heart is beating.

Plop, plop.

What I wanted to say was ready to come out, but in the end I still didn't say it.

The young man's murmur floated in his ears, revealing a little bit of blank grievance.

"Stop avoiding me...August."

"please……"

The author has something to say: The logic of normal people: Boyfriend sees me when he is angry, I go to coax him Dazai Osamu's logic: Boyfriend sees me when he is angry, I won't believe that he won't come out if I kill him!

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I never imagined that it would be so difficult for the black mud spirit to fall in love... The final plot is about to kill me, so I'm too busy. If I am ooc, forget it anyway, I have changed my article from the root, isn't it ooc enough? 【Dangerous speech