King of 25 Cubs

After Takaho Yuka left, Dazai got up as if he was resurrected on the spot, and turned his head to glance at the clock on the wall.

Then, he took out the game console and started playing games.

The room was immediately filled with the background sound of "呯呯咚咚" happy music, accompanied by complaints from the players such as "This is too simple" and "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

After 10 minutes, Dazai finally cleared the level, heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched himself.

He walked around the room like he couldn't be idle.

Either touching the curtains, or poking at the furniture, passing by the wardrobe where Toru Amuro is hiding many times, the hem of the windbreaker coat brushed against the door, making a "rustling" friction sound.

After finishing the circle, Dazai walked to the table and overturned the black tea cup with his hand.

The bright red liquid was spilled on the white tablecloth, and the teacup rolled on the table and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Oh, don't you have to pay for it?"

Dazai stared deeply at the pieces of the teacup on the floor, and deliberately raised his voice: "Tsk, the tea was also splashed on the clothes. I wonder if there are any spare clothes in the closet that can be changed..."

He slowly raised his head, looked at the wardrobe, and then walked over at a leisurely pace.

Pausing for two seconds in front of the cabinet door, he slammed it open.

Dazai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

There was no one in the closet.

There was a "squeak" sound behind him, Dazai turned his head, and Mr. Fujii with a gray face was walking out of the bathroom while leaning on the wall.

Just as he and Dazai looked at each other, Mr. Fujii felt a pain in a certain part of his body.

He showed a painful expression, lowered his head shyly, and thought that he was an official after all, so he raised his head again, cleared his throat, and tried to maintain a calm tone of dignity: "Mr. Dazai——"

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, the wind was strong, the curtains were lifted, and the warm yellow room was suddenly cut open by a bright silver.

Mr. Fujii was shaken to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, Dazai pointed his gun at him.

He was startled, and wanted to avoid Dazai's gun, but his neck hurt.

A deep voice came from behind: "Don't move."

A silver fruit knife lay across his neck.

Toru Amuro looked at the bandaged young man opposite him with a smile on his face, his gaze was slightly sharp.

"Do you want to compare and see whether your gun is faster or my knife?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a stalemate.

"Bourbon."

Dazai read out the other party's code name softly, and pointed his gun hand steadily at Toru Amuro behind Mr. Fujii.

"The last time a man disguised himself as a woman to get information about 'Baldheaded Strong' from me. This time, he came to assassinate a partner in Hong Kong gangsters. You are very busy with business."

His face was cold and distant, but there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Your Excellency, you don't need to change this dress, it's good to wear it all the time, what do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, Dazai's stomach growled in a very embarrassing way, and even his expression changed slightly.

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows and let out a sneer: "Why don't you go to the bathroom first, if you are overwhelmed, then—"

"Gollum..."

Amuro Toru's stomach growled too.

The two fell into silence at the same time, and a touch of embarrassment filled the air.

In the silent room, a third person's stomach growled suddenly.

During the series of grunts, Mr. Fujii gave a dry laugh and said, "Well, I want to go to the toilet too."

Dazai: "..."

Toru Amuro: "..."

"I have an idea."

Dazai was the first to show a bored expression, and discussed in a long voice: "Why don't we put down our weapons at the same time, solve the physical problems first, and come back later to continue."

Toru Amuro smiled brighter: "Heroes see the same thing."

"That counts to three, and we let go at the same time."

"three--"

"two--"

"one!"

After counting three, no one moved.

"It seems Mr. Bourbon doesn't trust me."

"Each each other."

Dazai suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and a small light bulb seemed to light up on his head.

"Why don't we fight on the ground and judge who should go to the bathroom first by means of debate?"

"Agree!"

"I'll come first. I think you should go to the toilet first. After all, the visitor is a guest. We in Hong Kong never treat guests badly."

"I object……"

Mr. Fujii, who dared not move at all, was about to cry.

"Can you let me go first!"

·

Downstairs junior suite——

The bunny girl uniform had no pockets, so I shoved the pistol into my chest indiscriminately, got out of the window with my mobile phone in my mouth, and proceeded carefully along the platform that protruded from the wall and was not as wide as my feet.

Yokohama in January was desperately cold, and the wind from high above was blowing mercilessly on my scantily clad body.

I, a person who is afraid of cold stars, hangs precariously on the wall, and I feel like dying.

And I was wearing high heels.

It's too difficult, as difficult as a high math problem.

But being blown by the cold wind, I calmed down inexplicably.

Wait, why am I in such a hurry to get ahead?

I thought, unless Dazai and Toru Amuro sit down for a tea party and have an in-depth chat about "the weird bald heads we met together in those years", I won't use it.

And they all ate snacks with extra ingredients. If there was a conflict, it would be them who were bald.

After thinking about it, I calmed down again.

Friends who are bald are not bald and poor, you brothers and sisters, play with yourself for a while.

So I quietly squatted next to the sink in the bathroom, hacked into the monitoring center with my mobile phone, and turned on the camera in the presidential suite again.

"Wow, Osamu Dazai really sent me out on purpose!"

"I don't know if Toru Amuro has heart palpitations while hiding in the cabinet."

"Debating who goes to the bathroom first? Rather, what a genius..."

The split index was recorded one after another, and in the system notification sound of ding ding dong dong, I stared at the screen of the mobile phone like watching a TV series, excitedly looking forward to the follow-up.

Speaking of which, I seem to have forgotten something?

Just when I was addicted to watching dramas, there was a sound of water flushing behind me, and the door of a certain compartment was opened.

Hmm... so there is someone in the bathroom.

Eh?etc!I remembered what I forgot!

At that time, it was four kills, four kills!Now there are only three people in the surveillance video!

I turned my head, and Akutagawa was standing in front of the compartment door, looking at me with a slightly astonished expression.

His face darkened, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Who are you?"

I dialed Liu Hai, and said in a vague voice: "I am the new boss of women's clothing hired by the client."

Akutagawa's expression eased slightly.

"What's playing on your phone?"

"……TV drama."

"What TV series? Show me."

This child is much more cautious than before, and he is not so easily deceived.

I cursed in my heart, and quickly pressed the switch off.

"Ah, the phone is dead."

"Akutagawa-kun, there is an enemy sneaking in, Mr. Dazai is dealing with him!"

Outside the bathroom, a Hong Kong black member shouted.

Hearing this, Akutagawa was about to run out, but suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at me with dark eyes.

"You are actually the enemy's helper, right?"

Akutagawa's voice paused, and his eyes fell on the half-open window: "It seems that he climbed in from outside the building."

Wow, it looks like those beatings were not in vain, Akutagawa-kun~

I didn't answer him, just smiled.

In an instant, the Rashomon opened and closed, sweeping towards them.

The washbasin was cut in half, the water pipe was cut off, and the thick walls left red and black gullies that resembled the flow of rocks.

The black evil beast rushed towards my front door wrapped in fierce wind, and when it was about to devour me, I jumped up with half of the washstand supported, tapped the "beast head" with my toes a few times, and jumped behind Akutagawa.

"boom--"

The bullet grazed Akutagawa's cheek and bounced off the sink, cracking fine lines like spider webs on the white porcelain.

Akutagawa wiped his face with his thumb, and when he saw the blood on his fingertips, black mist rolled in his eyes.

I tilted my head: "This shot is just a warning, I don't want to kill you."

Unexpectedly, this sentence directly angered Akutagawa. He put one hand in front of him and shouted sharply: "Are you underestimating?! Rashomon—even the door!!!"

Countless black thorns soared into the sky, roaring, and twisted everything around him into pieces with a destructive force.

In an instant, the ground collapsed, the walls cracked, and dust swirled in the air.

"Ahem, why don't you go to the demolition office... Hey, what's the smell?!"

A strange smell filled the air.

I turned my head and saw that the sewer system had broken down after being damaged by Rashomon, and the dirt was pouring up like a fountain.

"Damn it, you hit people as soon as you hit them, what are you doing blowing up the toilet?!"

While covering my nose to avoid Rashomon's attack, I also had to pay attention to where I landed.

High heels are really hard!

Disgusted by the smell of the toilet, I retreated to the corridor, skillfully dodging Akutagawa's attack.

Rashomon slammed on the walls and pillars in a random manner, and a few seconds later——

"Boom!!!"

The corridor collapsed, directly burying Akutagawa.

I chuckled.

"It's not enough to just know how to beat your head. Have you learned this trick, kid?"

·

Akutagawa's act of "blowing the toilet" was too high-profile, not only attracted the attention of the Hong Kong and black guerrillas, but also alarmed the two people who were confronting each other in the suite.

"boom!"

Brother Hanabi who broke into the door took the opportunity to shoot Amuro Toru, and Toru Amuro pulled Mr. Fujii forward.

Anyway, the target of the mission is always going to die, it doesn't matter whether they die by the fruit knife or the bullets of their own people.

But he didn't want a figure to suddenly rush out from the side, throwing Toru Amuro and Fujii to the ground at the same time.

For a moment, Amuro's eyes were cold, and there was a quiet anger all over his body.

"Takaho Yuka."

He suppressed his voice and paused word by word.

·

After I threw the two of them down, I pulled Mr. Fujii to my side and quickly left the battle.

When Dazai saw it was me, he smiled calmly: "Isn't this Miss Wugua?"

Toru Amuro stood up, patted the dust on his clothes in a calm manner, and said without any surprise: "You really have an affair with Hong Kong gangsters."

I:"???"

"Don't make it sound like I'm having an affair."

I muttered dissatisfiedly, pulling Fujii-san behind me.

I, Dazai, and Toru Amuro stand in a triangle at this moment, forming a three-legged situation.

Toru Amuro glanced at Dazai with a half-smile: "It's really ruthless, we are still boyfriend and girlfriend downstairs."

Bah, in order to refuse my young lady to use me as a tank top, you have the nerve to say so!

I smiled brightly, and brushed the dust off my gloves briskly: "Really? Then I officially announce that you have been dumped by me."

"I found you, cough cough cough..."

Hearing the coughing sound, I knew that unlucky boy Akutagawa was chasing him with guerrillas.

"Rashomon—jaw of the prison gate!"

Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly: "Wait—"

Toru Amuro suddenly threw the fruit knife at me, I dodged sideways, and the blade flew past the tip of my nose.

He took the opportunity to disarm Brother Huaarm's micro|charge, and rolled on the carpet, followed by the guerrilla's gun line.

Toru Amuro rolled behind the sofa, pointed his head and shot Fujii behind me, and the flames from the bullet's chamber lit his eyes.

I stretched my leg and tripped, and Mr. Fujii fell to the ground.

The guerrillas regarded Toru Amuro and me as accomplices, and countless gun lines enveloped me at the same time.

"Human disqualification!"

Dazai's face sank like water, he rushed over and squeezed Akutagawa's shoulder.

"Mr. Dazai?!"

The scene fell into chaos for a while, and suddenly, there was a sudden turning point——

"Boom!!!"

There was a deafening bang, and the ground trembled.

This was just the beginning, and then the sound of explosions continued, the smoke and dust billowed, the glass was shattered, and the ground and walls collapsed in pieces, completely separating Dazai Amuro and me.

"What, what's going on?!"

Mr. Fujii just got up from the ground when I kicked him over again.

I threw myself to the ground, and at the same time pressed Mr. Fujii's restless head hard.

Some kind of spindle-shaped object flashed away in the thick smoke, and then there was a louder explosion.

The world was dark, and thick black smoke filled the surroundings.

The presidential suite is located on the top floor of the hotel, and the explosion also started from the top floor, that is to say——

I raised my head slightly, and saw a vague figure jumping down from the hole in the ceiling.

"Hahahaha that's the power! That's it, my experiment is finally successful!" Crazy laughter came out from the thick smoke: "Sure enough, the spindle shape is the most perfect shape for bombs!"

experiment?

It suddenly occurred to me that I had seen a warrant for Bomb Demon in the Supernatural Secret Service Section before, and the criminal was a mad scientist.

Is it this person?

Amidst the loud noise, the violent air wave knocked over the nearby high walls and furniture, and someone's flesh, hands and feet were splashed in front of him.

In the tumbling smoke, I grabbed Mr. Fujii's back collar and jumped out of the explosion range.

[Host, watch your step! 】

The system suddenly screamed.

It may be because I was too high-heeled, and the high-heeled shoes of poor quality could not bear the speed at which I went up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. The moment I landed, my left foot suddenly stepped on a spindle-shaped bomb that rolled over.

With a "crack", the heel broke.

"Ouch!"

I sprained my foot, and Mr. Fujii fell too.

I threw Mr. Fujii to a temporarily safe place, rolled on the ground to avoid the explosion, and frowned when I stood up again.

pain……

Looking down, his left ankle was already swollen.

The Hound's supernatural technician helped me strengthen my body, but because he wanted to send me out as an undercover agent, he didn't do the kind of surgery that required monthly maintenance.

So my enhancement is pitifully weak, only a little better than ordinary people, probably... the degree to which ordinary people break their bones and I sprain, and ordinary people break their bones and I sprain.

[It should be just a common sprain. 】

The system checked for me and quickly judged.

With a sullen face, I took off the shoe on my right foot, and just about to break the heel, a spindle bomb rolled to the side of Mr. Fujii with a tinkling clang.

In desperation, I used the shoe in my hand as a hidden weapon and threw it at the bomb. The bomb was hit by the shoe and exploded in the corner of the room.

I grabbed Mr. Fujii and took five steps back, hiding behind a ruined wall.

[The host seems to have not been injured for a long time. 】

I let out a "huh" and looked down at my bare right foot expressionlessly, and then at my other left ankle which was already highly swollen.

The system recalled it, and said with a little emotion:

[High heels are really your nemesis. I still remember that when you were doing missions in other worlds, you would get hurt every time you wore high heels. 】

I gritted my teeth and said bitterly: "I don't believe in this evil anymore, I will still wear it next time I have a chance!"

After finishing speaking, I suddenly turned my head to look at the bomb maniac.It's not the fault of the good-looking high heels that I got hurt, it's all his fault!

The bomb maniac was at the moment with his hips on his hips, laughing maniacally.

I took a deep breath, grabbed both wrists of Mr. Fujii, who was already unconscious, and twisted them on the spot a few times reluctantly.

"Look at my Thunderbolt Invincible Spinning Spinning Top Politician Sword!!!"

The bomb maniac didn't expect that there would be a living person behind him. He turned his head in surprise, and his head was slapped violently by the spinning "Politician's Sword".

He flew out, and most of his body hit the crooked fire door that was blown up.

"Ugh!"

The bomb maniac spat blood.

"I said, there is something wrong with you! Didn't your mother teach you not to play with firecrackers casually!"

Holding the "politician's sword", I rushed over and beat him mercilessly, educating him while doing so:

"Have you ever heard of children playing with firecrackers and wetting the bed?"

"Don't you know that setting off fireworks and firecrackers is now banned across the country?"

"Do you have to be beaten by society to know how to abide by public morals?"

This bomb|bomb maniac is quite knowledgeable about current affairs, and he immediately confessed to being beaten.

"Hey sister, don't slap your face, just hit your body... Don't smoke, don't smoke, I'm sorry I was wrong!"

"Who's the eldest sister?"

"Beauty, beauty, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

I pinched the collar of Bomb Maniac, and asked in a cold voice, "What's your name?"

"Kaji, Kajii Kijiro."

"Why bomb the hotel?"

"An employer asked me to blow up... The remittance address is overseas, and I don't know who the other party is!"

"Oh, what's the use of you!"

With an angry face on my face, I lifted a broken brick on the ground and knocked it on his head, knocking him unconscious.

Throwing down the blood-stained broken bricks, I took out the bomb from the pocket of the bomb maniac, and blew up an emergency escape route for myself.

The Black Rabbit Pavilion was already surrounded by police cars, fire engines and ambulances. Under the cover of night, I secretly threw Mr. Fujii and Kejiro Kajii to the gate, but I went back to the second floor and jumped to the small building behind the hotel through the window. lane.

When I jumped down, my ankle was bruised and it hurt even more.

"Tsk...the hit was light, I should have been more ruthless just now."

With my back to the crowd, I dragged one foot and walked slowly towards the entrance of the alley.

Let's call a taxi home in a while.

I just don't know if there is a driver willing to take me with my current appearance.

The clothes, shoes, and disguise equipment were all blown up, but there was still a spare mask at home.

Fortunately, when I came out this time, I knew that I might have to cut my number, so I didn't bring the wallet that Mr. Chuya gave me.

I lowered my head, thinking endlessly, when a shadow suddenly fell at the intersection ahead.

"Yo, Miss Wugua~"

I raised my head in a daze, and saw Dazai waving at me.

"Why are you here?"

I glanced at him inexplicably.

Dazai looked down at me slightly, with a difficult expression, and came over and grabbed my wrist.

I took a step back subconsciously, but my bare right foot stepped on a pebble.

... It hurts, hurts, hurts!

I only noticed the swollen left ankle before, and I forgot that my right foot was also miserable. I stepped on bricks, tiles, broken glass along the way, and now it hurts more than my sprained left foot!

I froze in place pale, my back tensed.

Dazai sighed lightly: "Sit down first."

He pressed me against the lid of the trash can.

"What are you doing?" I asked muffled.

Dazai quickly took out a bunch of things from his pocket—cotton swabs, povidone iodine, normal saline, xanthate, and pieces of gauze.

"It was stolen at the front desk of the Black Rabbit Pavilion."

"You move pretty fast."

I muttered something under my breath.

Dazai smiled without saying a word, took off the windbreaker and covered my head, and the warmth instantly surrounded me.

I tore off the windbreaker, exposed my head, and watched Dazai squat down, about to touch my feet.

I quickly retracted my legs: "No, I will do it myself——"

"Don't move."

He took my ankle and squeezed it unceremoniously.

"It hurts!"

I patted his hairy head dissatisfied.

"If it hurts, just stay there."

With a warm smile on the corner of Dazai's lips, he said quietly: "Otherwise, I will throw you to the police and say you are an accomplice of the bomber."

I puffed up my cheeks angrily, but didn't move again.

I think he can really do this kind of thing. Although the police can't catch me, it's too miserable to run with these two broken feet.

Dazai helped me take off the broken high-heeled shoe, pinched it skillfully a few times, and then said without raising his head, "The bone is fine, it will recover after a few days of rest."

When the slender fingers with slightly cool body temperature touched my skin, I bit my lower lip and let it go quickly.

It feels a little... weird.

He lowered his head and his eyelashes trembled when his eyes fell on his bleeding right foot.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it."

He softly comforted me, picked up a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, supported my ankle with one hand, and carefully picked out the sand and broken glass.

"hiss!"

The moment the iodophor touched the wound, I gasped and curled up my toes in pain.

The small injury that could be ignored when walking just now, the pain that he usually didn't care about at all, suddenly magnified hundreds of times at this moment.

It's the kind of painful pain.

I thought of Toru Amuro's cold anger, and I knew he was not worth it for his friend.

I came back to save Scotland, but he will probably never know in his life that the girl he picked up has worked hard for him, desperately.

The cold cotton swab wiped my scarred feet, but the hand holding my ankle was slightly warm.

Dazai's movements became lighter, and besides the pain, the wound also felt slightly itchy.

It feels so weird.

In order to break this awkward and subtle atmosphere, I had no choice but to say, "That... thank you."

"You're welcome." Dazai said with a light voice, "The one who should thank you is not you."

This is very unreasonable, and I didn't understand what it meant for a while.

Dazai didn't explain, and took the initiative to find a topic: "Did Miss Wugua eat the tofu you gave me last time?"

I thought of Junior Junior Kunikida's "miserable state", and couldn't help asking him, "Did you eat the tofu yourself?"

"No."

I glared at him: "Then you still dare to give it to others?!"

"If you have something good, of course you have to share it with everyone first."

Dazai raised his head and said with an innocent face: "There is no bandage, what should I do?"

"Then you go buy it and I'll wait for you here?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, isn't there?"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his arm wrapped in layers of bandages.

"..."

I always feel like he did it on purpose?

I coughed twice, and said solemnly: "You are not in line with aseptic procedures."

Dazai didn't listen to me at all, he took off the bandage on his wrist without any explanation, and tied it to my foot repeatedly.

Probably because he was used to tying the bandages. He was quite proficient in doing this movement, and he tied a bow for me in the end.

But instead of tying the bandage to his right foot, which had an open wound, he put it on his swollen left ankle.

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, I was about to jump off the trash can.

Anyway, the atmosphere was a bit too ambiguous, which made me feel guilty about cheating.

As a result, Dazai held me down all of a sudden, and said in a surprised tone, "You still want to walk home like this?"

"Uh, I'll call a taxi."

Dazai rolled his eyes, showing a childish smile: "Why don't I carry you on my back."

I stared at him fixedly for a long time, finally chuckled lightly, and said decisively: "No, what if you have diarrhea halfway?"

After a pause, I added in a low voice: "I saw it on the surveillance video."

Regardless of whether Dazai knows my identity or not, he doesn't intend to show his cards, so I also decided to pretend not to know.

Hearing my speech that ruined the atmosphere, Dazai was slightly taken aback, then leaned against the wall and laughed.

After laughing enough, he straightened up, showing that very happy expression, as if he had encountered something particularly gratifying.

"If you don't allow me to carry it, can I replace it with a princess hug?"