All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

"Use it again, your superpower!"

After Dazai finished speaking, Shinomiya Shinomiya's eyebrows slowly frowned.

"I think you know that I don't even know how to use my supernatural ability, let alone control the supernatural ability as I like."

Osamu Dazai nodded, of course he knew.

But he still smiled and said, "It's okay, I know how to make you use it."

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima couldn't hold his water glass anymore, he exclaimed in surprise, "Really, that's really great, Mr. Shinomiya."

Shinomiya She didn't say anything, he put down the game controller in his hand, his face was as cold as a glacier.

Osamu Dazai was not at all afraid of Shinomiya Shinomiya's cold face. He shrugged, took out a gun from the inner pocket of his windbreaker effortlessly, and put it on Shinomiya Shinomiya's forehead without hesitation.

"So, is it useful?"

"Mr. Dazai, what are you doing!" Atsushi Nakajima was so frightened that he threw the glass water glass on the ground, and he rushed forward like a tiger preying on his prey, and hugged Osamu Dazai's raised arm.

"Oh, it doesn't look like you're scared at all." Dazai Osamu's arms were pressed down by Nakajima Atsushi's weight, he let his arms hang down naturally, his kite-colored eyes stared at Shinomiya Shinomiya without blinking.

Si Gongshe also didn't say a word, he got up, poured two glasses of water, his hands were extremely steady, he didn't have any nervousness or fear after being frightened.

He put the water for Osamu Dazai on the coffee table, and held his water glass with one hand, moistening his thirsty throat after playing games for too long.

"I thought it would scare your ability out." Osamu Dazai raised his lips, as if making an innocuous joke, "The first time your ability appeared, apart from the element of the arrow piercing the palm, there should also be a part of it. Participating in a mafia firefight scene, the stress response of being frightened."

"Don't be scary, Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima was sweating coldly, almost thinking that there was going to be a murder.

The water moistened Shinomiya Shinomiya's lips, which looked like plump peaches. He licked his lower lip and sat down, "If your guess is this, then I can only say - I won't be caught by this This kind of trick scares you, let alone your toy gun, even if it is a real gun, it is impossible to force out my ability."

Atsushi Nakajima was suspicious: "Toys?"

"Ah, I've been discovered." Osamu Dazai pulled his arm out of Atsushi Nakajima's embrace, and decisively pressed the trigger——

With a "swoosh", flames burst out from the black muzzle of the gun.

Atsushi Nakajima: "Lighter???"

"Does anyone want to smoke?" Osamu Dazai shook the gun-shaped lighter in his hand, "Long battery life lighter!"

Shinomiya She also sighed helplessly.

"I won't pursue the matter that you are scary, can you answer me a question?"

"Why do you want me to use my ability again?" His slender fingers pushed the frame of the mirror, "Or put it another way: who do you want my ability to use?"

Osamu Dazai didn't feel the embarrassment of being understood, he replied very naturally: "Of course it's that little guy Chuya, I really didn't see enough of his ugly appearance last time, I want to revisit it again, right, right, This time, I will take a photo as a commemorative photo, which will be used as a powerful weapon to threaten Zhongye in the future."

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, "Mr. Dazai, even if you don't like Mr. Nakaya, using this method is too..."

There were several words in his mouth, none of which could describe Dazai Osamu's actions.

"Then you can give up." Si Gongshe also ruthlessly refused, "Also, next time you find a reason, please choose a less perfunctory one."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's lips froze for a second.

"It's time for dinner." Shinomiya Tsuru also looked down at his watch, and said to Atsushi Nakajima, "Mr. Nakajima, I don't know much about Yokohama when I first came to Yokohama, can you help me go downstairs and buy three dinners nearby?" ?”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I want the most expensive and the tastiest one."

Nakajima Atsushi went out clutching the banknotes he couldn't refuse.

As soon as the door was closed, Osamu Dazai picked up the water glass and took a sip leisurely, "Send Auntun-kun away, do you want to say something to me?"

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Dazai opened his eyes.

In front of him was the same white roof, with some dust and newly formed cobwebs in the corners.

He turned over and saw a narrow room with white papers scattered on the floor, which recorded information on Yokohama, big and small.

The bandage on the wrist was a little loose, and a long strip of white cloth hung down the edge of the bed onto the wooden floor, like a silver-white snake.

In that case, the snake's head should have bitten my wrist.

He suddenly thought of this.

The curtains were not drawn in the room, and the silvery moonlight slid across the window sill like a stream, and a bright square divided by a cross fell at the end of the bed.

He turned over again, and the camel windbreaker that he hadn't taken off was wrinkled into a ball behind him. It was extremely uncomfortable to lie down, but he didn't move, as if the discomfort and pain of his body were his happy feelings.

He couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Shinomiya alone in the hotel during the day.

"Please cherish the opportunity to love."

"If you don't want to love, don't pretend you can't love."

"Mr. Nakahara is very good. I believe many people will like him."

Shinomiya Shinoya's gorgeous face is full of serious expressions, that guy is always like that, clearly full of amorous beauty from the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, but he always maintains a cold and indifferent appearance, if it is really a cold It's okay to be a cold-hearted person, but he is also a warm-hearted person.

Of course I know how good it is.

Osamu Dazai didn't know if that fragile Chuya suddenly shattered a certain high wall firmly built in his heart a few days ago.

He always thought it was an impenetrable, insurmountable wall.

But Zhong Ye's slightly different state and expression from the past can shatter everything, as if this is a shabby project made of glass.

He sat up, seeing the appearance of the little dwarf with his head bowed in his arms, so fragile, so dependent on him, and it was different from the Zhong who had used the filthy form. And just regard him as a reliable partner, a trustworthy partner——

It has to be said that even if Zhong Ye has been deeply betrayed by others, the heart of trusting others in his bones will never change.

But that day was different, Chuya was blushing that day, leaning on him, as if there was no one else in the world he could trust, as if he had given his whole body and mind to him.

Osamu Dazai was touched.

He admitted that his heart speeded up at that moment, he pretended to smile, continued to maintain the expression on his face, and controlled his trembling hands so that no one would notice.

It is true that no one at the scene could understand him, and the only person who could respond correctly instinctively even if he could not understand him had already been dazed by the supernatural power.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Osamu Dazai regained his senses, the arm resting on the side of his face had been pressed to the point of numbness, exuding a blunt tingling pain, he rubbed his forehead, got up reluctantly, and turned on the phone in vibration mode.

It was a text message from Kunikida about today's mission.

Are you kidding me, what time did you start talking about the mission?

Osamu Dazai angrily turned off the screen of the phone, and looked up out of the window.

The gray-blue sky lit up, and the misty sun rose from the east, faintly visible behind the dark clouds.

Only then did Osamu Dazai realize that it was dawn.

He actually spent most of the night in a daze thinking about something!

He got up from the bed, rushed to the sink and slapped his face with cold water. The man in the mirror was pale, with drops of water hanging from his eyelashes at the tip of his nose, and dark circles under his half-closed eyes.

It sucks.

The cold stimulated his nerves, his mind was finally clear, and he remembered the task belatedly——

Grabbing the phone, Osamu Dazai thought for the first time that his deduction was always accurate.

He turned on the screen, and at the top of the unread text message was a message from Kunikida Doppo, which contained a long list of words, and Osamu Dazai's eyes were only on the last sentence:

【I will leave it to you to meet with the cadre Zhongyuan Zhonghui at noon. 】