Famous lines collection system [comprehensive]

After Hope, asked.

He had already given up on the serious question of why that traitor Dazai Osamu appeared and slept in the same bed with him, he just hoped that the truth would not turn out as he imagined.

In fact, he already knew what happened from his own physical condition and the scene at the scene.For so many years in the port mafia, I have never eaten pork or seen pigs running.But he still deluded himself with the slightest hope: the fight must have torn the clothes and threw them away.The sour feeling is also the aftereffect of fights and hangovers

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuuya with expectant eyes, but his desire to survive was gradually suppressed by a desire called "continue to bully Chuuya".

So, he showed the unbeaten smile that Zhong Ye is most familiar with, and replied with a smile: "Yes, we had a good fight ♂♂♂♂♂♂! I didn't expect Zhong Ye to be so enthusiastic when he was drunk. Hold me all the time and won't let go"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dazai Osamu hadn't finished speaking before Chuu started the berserk mode.

He tore the quilt vigorously with his hand, and with a sound of "stab", the white duck down fell like snow from the sky.Nakaya wrapped the quilt around Dazai's head, pressed Dazai's head on the bed, and was about to beat him to death.

Osamu Dazai began to struggle hard, but the violent little man simply refused to give him this chance.The thick quilt suppressed all the screams into muffled sounds.

Fortunately, after Osamu Dazai received only two or three punches, Chuya Nakahara's cell phone rang.

The cell phone lying on the carpet vibrated innocently while playing a classic rock song.Chu also looked at the phone and stopped.

When he rolled over and got off the bed, he didn't forget to kick Dazai Osamu hard, which made Dazai Osamu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Before picking up the mobile phone on the ground, Chu also didn't forget to dig out his own random jacket from the pile of clothes on the carpet.

"Hello, it's me." Zhong also connected the phone.

The subordinate on the other end of the phone asked cautiously: "Mr. Chuya, are you awake?"

Zhong also pressed his temple, and said angrily: "Can I still answer your call if I'm still awake?"

"Ah, I misexpressed, Mr. Chuya, I'm sorry!" The subordinate hurriedly apologized loudly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these things. What's the matter?" Zhongya asked.

The subordinate quickly replied: "That's right. We just received a message from the people at the 'Crescent Society', saying that they all drank too much last night and want to take a good rest this morning. I want to postpone the morning meeting. "

Zhong also looked at the time displayed on the phone, it was already past ten o'clock.

Yesterday, their port mafia had their first contact with a supernatural organization from China.The other party sent high-level members of the organization to the meeting, and they also dispatched themselves as cadres to receive them.

It is worth mentioning that this organization was "introduced" by Tang Jinyue as an intermediary.

In order to show their sincerity, the location of their meeting was specially chosen in this five-star hotel where neither forces from either side intervened or interfered.The results of the preliminary talks were not bad. At the banquet in the evening, their guests brought out a very famous baijiu brought from their own country and invited them to taste it.

Zhong also likes wine very much. Although he can't drink enough, he has a good appreciation of wine.

This kind of distilled liquor called "Maotai" is clear and refreshing, with a full-bodied body and a long aftertaste, which made him drink too much without paying attention.The point is that after he drank too much, he didn't feel it yet, and he didn't feel his stamina until the banquet was over and he was ready to go back to the room alone.

He was able to hang out in the corridors of the hotel alone in a drunk state because the port mafia directly booked the entire hotel for the meeting.

But as for why Osamu Dazai did not discover the Port Mafia, and the Port Mafia did not discover Osamu Dazai, this question can only be asked by Tang Jinyue.

"That's it," Zhongya actually breathed a sigh of relief. If he is allowed to talk to the guests in his current state, he really doesn't know what will happen. "Then ask them to take a good rest. Our port mafia can follow them at any time." They talk."

"Okay! I'll contact them right away. Mr. Nakaya, should you take a good rest today?" Thinking of how this cadre and those Chinese people competed for wine last night, the subordinate couldn't help but kindly suggested.

Nakahara Chuya's port mafia is very respected by his subordinates. Any newcomer knows that it will be a very lucky thing to become Mr. Nakaya's subordinates.

"I don't want you to worry about it," Zhong also showed his first smile today, "You guys take care of your work!"

While Chuya was on the phone, Osamu Dazai quickly put on his clothes.Although his hotel staff uniform was already crumpled, it was better than wearing it all the time.

Nakaya took out a brand new set of clothes from the closet and put them on, walked up to Osamu Dazai with a grim expression and snapped his knuckles with a "click".

"You can explain to me now that how long your last words last determines how long you can live in this world." He said to Osamu Dazai with a smirk.

Osamu Dazai hurriedly raised his hands in surrender: "I really can't blame me for this!"

Zhong also looked at him with dead eyes: "Oh, keep talking."

"Tang Jinyue! That guy brought us together!" Osamu Dazai began to blame without hesitation.

Zhong Ye was unmoved: "Did he drug you?"

"This should not be there."

"What a coincidence, he didn't give me medicine either."

Seeing Osamu Dazai breaking out in cold sweat, Chuya continued to ask: "Then he pointed the wooden warehouse at you and made you and me do something?" He coughed lightly, and his ears turned red.

Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up, but he still chose to answer the question honestly in the face of the ferocious Chuya: "He doesn't have this ability yet."

"So, this is your completely subjective behavior, right?" Zhong laughed instead of anger.

Osamu Dazai quickly took out his mobile phone: "No, no, Chuya, look at the text message he sent me last night! He is the one who did this!"

After speaking, he opened the text message interface.

"Which one?" Chuuya leaned over and asked, frowning.

Osamu Dazai felt a fire burning directly inside him.The few text messages he had with Tang Jinyue last night are all gone now.

But, now is not the time for him to be angry.

Because, what is more important right now is how to survive the rage.

"Bastard mackerel! After doing such a thing, you still want to push it to someone who has nothing to do with it!"

The sound-proof room completely blocked the screams and the sound of fist-to-flesh beating.

121. Writing a book is not as good as fighting with superpowers 34

At the corner of the intersection of two roads, there is an old office building.

The first floor is a cafe, perhaps to match this old building, the layout of the entire cafe is also full of nostalgia.On the outer wall made of red bricks, there are signs written in cursive letters.

The size of the coffee shop is not large, and the interior is roughly divided into three areas: a dozen booths near the window, a large sofa seat in the middle hall, and indoor booths.The wooden tables are all covered with red checkered tablecloths and there are flowers in ceramic vases.The dark wooden floors are always immaculately mopped.

A coffee shop that seems to have been moved from the streets of London in the nineteenth century has also attracted many people unconsciously.It's just that most people ignore the floors above the coffee shop. Perhaps for ordinary people, they will never set foot in the armed detective agency located on the fourth floor in their entire lives.

"It's so boring——" a squint-eyed young man wearing the same Scottish traveling suit and deerstalker hat as Sherlock Holmes piled up today's newspapers on the table, leaned on the swivel chair and said in a drawn-out tone.

"Kunikida! Kunikida, do you have any interesting things for me to play?" Edogawa Ranpo, that is, the squinting young man shouted loudly.

No one answered him.

So Edogawa Ranpo shouted "Kunikida" even louder.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Tanizaki, who was typing on the computer, whispered, "Mr. Kunikida went out with Mr. Dazai early this morning?"

After hearing this, Edogawa Ranpo lay down on the table sullenly: "Even Kunikida is not here, I feel even more boring."

Tanizaki Junichiro laughed dryly twice, and continued to work.

"Well, it's decided!" Edogawa Ranpo suddenly stood up and announced loudly, "I'll go to the president and ask him to give me some interesting cases for fun!"

After speaking, he rushed to the president's office.

"President, I'm coming in!" Shouting happily, Edogawa Ranpo pushed the door open.

A white-haired middle-aged man in a kimono is on the phone.

"I'm sorry, President, didn't I bother you, did I?" Edogawa Ranpo stood obediently at the door like an elementary school student who made a mistake, and asked in a low voice.

Fukuzawa Yukichi shook his head, covered the receiver and said softly to him, "It's okay, it's the landlord."

Edogawa Ranpo nodded.

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at him and turned on the speakerphone.

A young man's voice sounded: "President Fukuzawa, is it convenient for you to talk now?"

"It's okay, please continue. We just talked about the renewal of the rental contract this year." Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "Is it still not convenient for Tang Jun to come forward this year?"

The young man on the opposite side smiled helplessly: "Oh, sometimes people can't help themselves when they are busy. Anyway, express delivery is also very convenient now."