All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Chuya Nakahara rested his head on Osamu Dazai's chest.

He knew that this action was very strange and weird, and it seemed that he was extremely weak, especially in front of Osamu Dazai.

But he can't control his body, just like at this moment when he lowered his head, the first thing he saw was Osamu Dazai's waist. In the past, he would definitely laugh at the other party's weak body, but now he just wants to hold his waist The obtrusive belt was undone, the hanging black pants were taken off, and then...

Then press the opponent hard on the ground—do, do, desire, do.

Reason and desire-desire collided in the mind, and the rising body temperature made the thinking run slowly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also bit his lower lip viciously, but the sobriety brought by the pain could not be maintained for even a second, and he was burned by the scorching heat inside his body in an instant, the joy could not be satisfied, and the pain could not be released. Finally steaming, a low-pitched groan came out from between the lips.

The sound was very small, the result of forcible suppression, and only Osamu Dazai who was standing in front of Chuya Nakahara could hear it.

But at that moment, Osamu Dazai suddenly turned his head and stared at the three people standing beside him. His face, which was always full of indifference, actually showed nervousness...

And possessiveness that he himself didn't realize.

The emotional abnormality only lasted for a second, and Kunikida and Atsushi Nakajima who were present couldn't even notice it. Only Shinomiya Tsuru, who was staring at the interaction between Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, also saw some clues.

Unexpectedly, Dazai Osamu would also have someone he likes.

Shinomiya She also pushed his glasses. He is a person who loves to collect materials from real life, but he doesn't want to do things like light bulbs that hinder people's love.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara..." Atsushi Nakajima asked.

"Ah, this." Dazai Osamu showed a non-standard squinting smile as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked down at Chuya who was rarely quiet, "What about the little dwarf..."

They want to cover it up so much that they have to cover it up in a detrimental way.

He loosened his grip on Zhongya's wrist, and it was all because of Chuya's warmth that his palms were covered with sweat.

The unsupported hands slid down from the air, and Nakahara Chuya's hands were put down by inertia, and they were attached to Dazai Osamu's chest, light and light, and there was no gravity at all to make him punch a child with a fierce feeling.

Dazai rolled his eyes.

He raised his hand, and the knife in his hand slashed the back of Zhongye's neck neatly.

Nakahara Chuya, who was already unconscious, fell into a complete coma. His body slid down, but his gloved hands were still pinching Dazai Osamu's lapel.

Osamu Dazai sighed silently, stretched out his retracted hands, passed under his armpits, and supported Nakahara Nakaya.

"Tell me about what happened just now, what did the gangsters find, and what did the guys who were captured by them do?"

Osamu Dazai took a glance, he was obviously not at the scene, but he seemed to have witnessed everything with his own eyes, and Shinomiya Tsukasa's description at this moment is just to enrich the details.

"Let's talk as we walk." Shinomiya She also glanced at the fainted Nakahara Chuya, "Find a place to put Mr. Nakahara, by the way..."

He turned his head sideways, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was half a head shorter than him, covered his stomach with one hand, and by coincidence, let out a series of extremely hungry "grunts".

The boy blushed on the spot.

Shinomiya She also thoughtfully said: "Let's go have breakfast by the way, let's talk while eating."

He took the lead and said to Osamu Dazai: "I thought about going to the detective agency to find you first, but it seems that I don't need it. It happens that the hotel I booked is not far from here, so let's take it as a thank you. Let me treat you to breakfast today. "

Atsushi Nakajima touched his head, and said with concern: "Then Mr. Dazai, let me help you carry Mr. Zhongyuan together."

"No need." Before Osamu Dazai could answer, Shinomiya Furu also grabbed the strap on Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder and twisted the boy around.

"Mr. Kunikida, please help me drive. Let's go to Yokohama Grand Hotel."

He paused, and glanced at the car parked not far away, "There is no room in the car, so I can only ask Dazai to take Mr. Zhongyuan to take a taxi there... Don't worry Dazai, I will help you with the fare." Paid."

Why can't you sit down?Atsushi Nakajima didn't even think about it after getting into the car.

Yokohama Grand Hotel is located in the center of Yokohama, where every inch of land is expensive. It is the most upscale hotel in Yokohama, not one of them.

The room Shinomiya Shibuya booked is expensive even in this luxury hotel. After going to the front desk to see the amount required for a day's stay, the little tiger Atsushi Nakajima converted it into words that he could understand in his heart——

It is roughly equivalent to the amount of money used to maintain an entire orphanage for a whole year.

Atsushi Nakajima: Silently embrace the poor self.

Kunikida Doppo quickly ate his meal, apologized and left in time on the schedule.

Sitting on the dining chair, Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head and counted the gold threads on the ground.

Chuya Nakahara was placed on the sofa, and Osamu Dazai sat next to him. Instead of directly raising his hand to hold the fragrant coffee in front of him, he first touched Chuya Nakahara's forehead with the back of his hand.

Nakahara Chuya's hat was taken off by Dazai Osamu and hung on the hat stand. His bright and lively orange hair spread out like this, and a few strands of hair stuck to the end of Nakahara Chuya's eyebrows. He was still hot.

Although Shinomiya also wanted to directly open a room and throw these two people in for them to solve themselves, but Nakahara also had inexplicably Omega-like symptoms, which still made Shinomiya a little worried.

He told Osamu Dazai exactly what happened at the pier in the early morning, without any subjective assumptions, just like a camera recording the scene, without any embellishment or emotion.

After finishing speaking in one breath, he picked up the water glass to moisten his thirsty throat.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his hair covered his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression.His hands pinched Chuya's hair intermittently, and the circles of orange lingered between his slender white fingers.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked: "What does that arrow look like? Did it only scratch you?"

Shinomiya nodded, spread out the bandaged palm, "That's right, it's just me..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly stopped, frowned and said, "No, I'm not sure either—maybe there is another person."

"You mean the one who sneaked away with the arrow at first, but was beaten by Chuya?"

"kindness."

Shinomiya She also recalled, "At that time he was holding the arrow in his arms, and when Mr. Nakahara knocked him down, he happened to fall down on his stomach, and later... I don't know if I didn't notice or It is true, that person was not captured by Hong Kong gangsters, he did not know when he escaped."

Atsushi Nakajima put his hands between his legs, sat on a chair, and guessed: "Could it be that he has some supernatural power? The kind suitable for escape?"

"Extraordinary ability?"

Shinomiya Furuya glanced at Nakahara Chuya who was curled up on the sofa. The sofa was so big that it looked like a single bed, but Nakahara Nakahara shrank into a small lump, which was only attached to Dazai Osamu's side, soft The sofa was sunken in a whole piece, Osamu Dazai tilted his body because of the sunken, leaning towards the sleeping Chuya Nakahara.

"Do you mean Mr. Nakahara's ability by the supernatural ability?" Seeing that Atsushi Nakajima covered his mouth in a panic to cover up, Shinomiya Tsuru also added: "Don't be nervous, I have long been interested in such things as superhuman abilities. I have heard about it, and the family also knows some strange people.”

Shinomiya She also got up, took out his notebook from the suitcase, and lowered his head to outline, "If it's like Nakajima-kun said, then it's not logical."

"If he had the ability to escape from the beginning, why didn't he use it directly when stealing arrows, but chose the riskier human transportation?"

Shinomiya She was also talking, but did not affect the movements of his subordinates. A few minutes later, he raised his notebook, "It's just such an arrow."

The arrowheads are flat and engraved with simple totems. The arrow feathers have been lost, leaving only the bare shaft. It is not like a weapon on the battlefield, but more like an ornament.

Atsushi Nakajima stepped forward and saw the whole picture of the arrow drawn on the palm-sized paper with just a few strokes. He couldn't help admiring: "Mr. Shinomiya, you draw really well. Are you a painter? Or a manga artist?"

Shinomiya Shibuya finally showed a smile on his face, "No, I'm a novelist, and I only draw pictures to better record the material, so I learned two tricks from my cartoonist friend, which is really not good."

It turned out to be a writer.

The slender silver-rimmed glasses are clamped on the bridge of the nose. Through the lenses, the crimson eyes are extremely gorgeous, and the slightly pursed lips reveal a light pink. The appearance is thick and beautiful, and the temperament is cold. The bony hands are as if they were born to hold a pen .

Atsushi Nakajima lamented that a person like Mr. Shinomiya looked like a writer, but...he looked around, and the smell of money blinded his eyes.

Are all writers so rich? ? ?

No one paid attention to Atsushi Nakajima's inner roar, Osamu Dazai took Shinomiya Shinomiya's painting with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"More than ten years ago, there was a serial murder case in Yokohama." Dazai Osamu tapped his fingertips, "The murderer killed people indiscriminately. Everyone who died under his hands was pierced by a sharp weapon."

Atsushi Nakajima trembled subconsciously, allowing himself to sit closer to Shinomiya Shinomiya.

"The murder weapon he used was such an arrow."

"What?" Atsushi Nakajima stammered, "Then, why did the arrow from more than ten years ago appear in Yokohama again???"

He looked at the arrow drawn with a black pen, and inexplicably felt a bloody smell from the black ink on the white paper.

"That's not the point, Atsushi-kun." Osamu Dazai shook his index finger, "The point is, those who were stabbed but survived—"

Osamu Dazai stood up suddenly, the camel windbreaker drew an arc behind him, the bandage around his wrist shook with the movement, he approached, leaned over, the pretended smile disappeared from his eyes, and the cold and dark breath leaked out, he Staring at Shinomiya Shinomiya's eyes, his tone was steady and calm:

"The people who survived, without exception, all have supernatural powers."

"Sigong Shibuya, Chuya's appearance is caused by your ability, right?"