All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sitting on a brown leather bench.

There are very few people in the coffee shop, only the waiters come and go occasionally, carrying empty plates and cleaning tools.

Chuya Nakahara tapped his fingertips on the teak-colored table, and impatiently checked the time on the wristwatch exposed between the glove and the cuff. It was getting closer and closer to the agreed twelve o'clock, but there was no movement at the door.

A decorative garland in red and green with golden bells hung from the clear glass door, like a leftover from the previous Christmas.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the wreath, and during the waiting time, he even counted the number of petals on it clearly.

When the bell rang, the coffee in Nakahara Nakaya's cup was already cold, with a layer of beige milk skin solidified on it.

"Hello!" Nakahara Chuya folded his arms and sat on the deck, like a mafia brother who came to collect protection money, with displeasure written all over his face, "here!"

He knew the virtues of Osamu Dazai, even if he cared about being late and not being punctual at this moment, he would only be reprimanded by the other party with an understatement.

In fact, he did not forget what happened a few days ago, and the embarrassment in his heart was concealed by a stern expression. This numbness, like velvet brushing over the apex of his heart, made him feel awkward and unfamiliar. Make that usual face to Dazai.

Osamu Dazai sat down with a smile. During the period, he invited the waitress to die for love once, but was declined, so he had to order a cup of coffee that was the same as that of Nakahara.

The hot coffee with strong aroma and hazelnut aroma was placed in front of Osamu Dazai, and it was like a drink from two worlds with Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara Chuya: Are you looking for trouble on purpose? ? ?

Chuya Nakahara: I really really don't want to cooperate with this guy! ! !

Osamu Dazai really had no intention of looking for trouble this time.

Even being late was not his intention.

In the morning, after he received a text message from Kunikida, he tidied himself up quite neatly, and also ironed the windbreaker that was covered in tattered rags. Of course he didn't have an ironing machine, but the Yokohama Grand Hotel did.

Shinomiya She also looked sleepy, and when he opened the door in his pajamas, Dazai Osamu was full of energy after sleepiness.

He unceremoniously instructed the waiter to help him iron his clothes, which was nothing, after all, a slightly higher-end hotel would provide such a service.

Shinomiya Tetsuya said: "I'm dead! I jumped from the Yokohama Grand Hotel! I can't type a single word!" In fact, the body had already written the manuscript honestly, stayed up until four o'clock last night, and finally fell asleep in bed On the manuscript paper, there are still a few Chinese characters printed on the face—evidence that the ink is not dry.

He was wearing pajamas, holding a cup of hot milk, waiting for Osamu Dazai to go back to sleep.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the clock hanging on the living room wall.

I took a few glances.

Shinomiya Shinoya's mushy head was attracted by this unusual behavior. He struggled to analyze in his mind, and asked bluntly: "Are you in a hurry? Have an appointment today?"

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai replied vaguely, taking advantage of Shinomiya Shinomiya's sleepiness, he pretended nothing had happened and looked away, sat for a few seconds, then took out his cell phone in his pocket.

"It's Mr. Zhongyuan." Shinomiya She didn't bother to ask any more questions, he just spoke declarative sentences.

Osamu Dazai didn't deny it, he played with his phone in silence for a while - but he switched the screen from the main interface to the text message, and then from the text message to the main interface.

Si Gongshe finally couldn't help it, his whole body of etiquette tried his best to prevent him from rolling his eyes, he said curiously: "I don't understand, you two seem to like each other, why didn't you confess."

Straight ball, super straight ball, shot straight to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened, and he was even surprised for a second, because in his analysis, according to Shinomiya Shinomiya's character, it was absolutely impossible to say such a thing.

He pondered for a second, then changed the subject, and asked: "I know that your ability is a projection of a certain setting in your book, but I have searched through your published novels, and I can't find anything that matches the description. The setting of the situation?"

Shinomiya She also woke up instantly.

He straightened his body leaning against the door frame, and pinched the crooked mirror frame.

No one knows that he has two author identities-on the surface, he is a well-known writer of the younger generation who has won the Kikukawa Award and the Naomori Award, and is very popular in the modern literary world, and is well-known in the world; in private, he has Another authorship...

Specialized in writing N18 small books, the author of the pen name Gao Huangshi is a master of the book, with a lot of strange settings, a bloody plot, and a meaty fragrance.

"Ahem." The milk on Shinomiya Sheya's mouth was no longer fragrant, and he concealed it: "It's probably an article I wrote when I was practicing."

Knowing that if he didn't say anything at this time, Osamu Dazai would definitely go into it, so Shinomiya Shinomiya simply opened up and said: "I guess, the setting imposed on Mr. Nakahara should be a setting called [ABO]... .”

No need to say more about Shinomiya, Osamu Dazai immediately clicked on the dog to check——

Ten seconds later, Osamu Dazai lowered his head and covered his face.

There was not much shyness on his face, but more like ecstasy and the joy of his wish being fulfilled. He covered his face, not to hide his expression, but worried that the excitement at the moment would be too obvious.

Edogawa Ranpo, who has extraordinary reasoning ability, said that Shinomiya Tetsuya's ability is to "express the true desires and desires in people's hearts with settings."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also obviously an Omega. He ignored the people around him, but instead found Osamu Dazai who was not affected by the ability at the first time.

This shows what?

Isn't that enough to explain!

Shinomiya She also felt that the man on the sofa was showing affection, but he had no proof.

"By the way, you suddenly 'dressed up' today, it can't be..." As soon as half a foot stepped into the bedroom door, Shinomiya She also suddenly thought.

"I have a mission, and I probably need to temporarily cooperate with Hong Kong gangsters." Osamu Dazai's expression has returned to normal, and only those sparkling eyes can explain his emotions just now.

The clothes were ironed and delivered in due course, Osamu Dazai put them on, and took a photo in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the cloakroom.

The bandages on his body were rarely wrapped neatly and neatly, he looked like a performance artist, without the appearance of a self-shark maniac at all.

Osamu Dazai was very satisfied with his image today. He waved his hand and was about to leave when he heard a knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

Very rhythmic, knocking on the door of the guest room gently.

After only knocking three times, the people outside the door stopped politely, Osamu Dazai suddenly had a bad intuition, an intuition that his meeting with Chuya today would never go well.

"It's so troublesome." He sighed, feeling the urge to go out the window and leave the scene.

——If it weren't for Shinomiya Shibu, he would also live in guest rooms on dozens of floors.

"Mr. Shinomiya, we are port Mafia, and we want to discuss something with you."

Outside the door, a Hong Kong black vicious dog with short black hair and gray tail coughed lightly twice, and opened the door with [Rashomon].