Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

In the darkness, 'Ou Heather' sat up slowly, and the thin blanket slid to her waist.He didn't get out of bed immediately, but fumbled to press the switch of the wall lamp.

The sudden light swept away the darkness of the room, and the young man squinted his eyes and looked around.The log-colored wardrobe stands quietly in the corner, and the glass door leading to the bathroom is closed.The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the bed are covered by blackout curtains, and the fabric of the suit jacket hanging behind the door is crisp without any wrinkles.

Business as usual.

Suddenly, he noticed that the sound of water droplets had disappeared.

Is it an illusion caused by insomnia?Time passed by, 'Ou Shinan' decided to sleep with the light on for safety's sake.As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, the sound of 'tick, tick' came into my ears again.

Expressionlessly, he took out a black pistol/gun from under the pillow, opened the safety with skillful movements, and aimed the gun in the direction of the living room.The usual weapon brought a great sense of security, and the cold and hard body of the gun was gradually warmed by the palm of his hand.

"Pretending to be a ghost, get out!" The young man sternly shouted.

It is now 04:30 in the morning, and it will be dawn in more than an hour.

No one responded, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

'Ou Shinan' frowned, holding a pistol/gun weighing 1.99kg for a long time was really a big burden.He changed his posture to hold the gun with both hands, and stood barefoot on the floor.Suddenly touching the cold marble, the almost frozen brain instantly woke up.

five meters.

Four meters.

Three meters, getting closer and closer to the door.

'Ou Shinan' held his breath and focused, his slightly protruding temples twitched.Some stranger had broken in, he was sure of that.

Youthful vigor is probably the only way for everyone to reach maturity, 'Ou Shinan' kicked the door panel away with all his might.The neat forward roll was not muddled, and the moment he stabilized his figure, he raised his gun and fired. The sound of "jingling, clang, clang" was heard for a while, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the ground.

Kitchen, nobody.

Couch, nobody.

Window sill, still nobody.

With the tongue of flames from the muzzle of the gun, 'Ou Shinan' did not miss any ambush point for hiding.In just a few seconds, you can have a panoramic view of the living room.The magazine was emptied, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead, and the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow occupied his heart in an instant.

"Good morning."

Accompanying the greeting came a knife that pierced through the heart, and the abnormally sharp cold weapon greedily sucked his blood like a living thing.After thousands of years of tempering, the blade is like autumn frost, and the wavy lines are natural.When his consciousness collapsed, the young man seemed to hear countless dead souls crying in unison beside his ears, and a strange red light condensed on the blade.

The murderous weapon devours the Lord, name: Cun Yu.

The corpse that lost its support fell straight forward, and at the same time as there was a muffled sound, Qianli retracted his knife into its sheath.Blending into the darkness, he left as quietly as when he came, and the messy living room returned to tranquility.

A few minutes later, two members of the Intelligence Department who sensed something was wrong broke in, and the leader was the senior who had warned 'Ou Shinan'.Nearly forty years old, he approached his colleague's corpse with a calm expression, his tentacles were warm, and his pulse stopped beating.

"Turn on the lights."

Subordinate: "Yes."

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling lit up with a warm yellow light, the senior with a firm face froze, and his sight on the chest of 'Ou Heather' involuntarily swept across the nearby ground.

—no blood.

With strong unease, he looked at the face of 'Ou Shinan', the muddy eyeballs protruding from the sockets, and the facial features mixed with two expressions of fear and bewilderment looked particularly ridiculous.

The senior sighed and stood up, the identity of the assassin was self-evident.

"Notify the cleaning staff to clean up the site."

That morning, the file belonging to 'Ou Shinan' was stamped with a red stamp of accidental death, and as his immediate superior, the senior code-named 'Strelitzkrieg' was demoted one level due to dereliction of duty.

***

A few days later, Gin, whose injury had improved, was secretly picked up by Ryunosuke Akutagawa.Due to their personalities, the two brothers and sisters try to avoid causing trouble to others, whether it is work or life.Yinben wanted to thank Qianli in person, but considering that the teacher didn't like to be in contact with people, he had to ask Shinichi Oda to convey it.

The man with a stern face nodded in response, and stood outside the gate to watch the two leave.As the night darkened, the mansion far away from the city center returned to its former desertedness.When his eyes swept over a gray car parked beside the boulevard, surprise flashed across his eyes.

Takahashi?

When did this guy come?

Takahashi and Hikari, in white coats, were reporting to Qianli on the recent movements of the organization through a shoji door, and happened to be talking about the 70 billion bounty offered by Renhu.The elegant doctor pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were a little playful.

"Akutagawa-kun is solely responsible for the task of capturing the human tiger alive. He has been very active recently."

Hearing this, Qianli, who was sitting at the low table, tilted his head, his face was still covered by the red and black Prajna ghost face.In his impression, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has no complaints about the tasks assigned by his superiors, and his work efficiency is extremely high, and the same is true for his younger sister Gin.Rashomon's supernatural ability has been specialized for killing, and his personal strength should not be underestimated. After being promoted to the leader and directly subordinate to the guerrilla captain, the credit he made for the organization is obvious to all.

Therefore, the 'active' in Takahashi and Guangkou is far from the literal meaning.

"Continue." Qianli said in a cold tone.

"His subordinates have brought back the former cadre Osamu Dazai who defected, and he is currently being held in interrogation room No.19." Takahashi Kazumi squinted his eyes and chuckled. When he heard the news, his first reaction was that Ryunosuke Akutagawa was being used Yes, and the letter sent to the senior management just confirmed this point.When Osamu Dazai dies, the secrets of the Mafia will be revealed to the world.

"The leader asked me to inform you that the meeting of the five major cadres will be held in two days."

Renhu, Osamu Dazai, Armed Detective Agency worth 70 billion...

Qianli frowned slightly, and after half a minute of silence, he slowly said, "I see."

The conversation between the two came to an end for now, and Takahashi and Hikari returned to the guest room on the east side of the mansion.

Inside the room, Qianli looked down at the semi-finished products on the low table. The unpainted Prajna ghost mask showed the original color and texture of cypress wood.After careful polishing by the maker, the mask feels extremely smooth, with occasional inconspicuous roughness at the edges and corners.

Forget it, let's continue next time.

Qianli stood up and walked out of the workshop where the walls were covered with masks.

The sawdust on his coat was unbearable, as was the smell of the carving knife on his fingertips.Qianli took a shower again and changed into clean clothes.The white Casablanca in the bedroom blooms quietly under the light, and the air is full of sweet fragrance.

The time displayed on the phone was 25:[-] in the morning, he hesitated for a moment, and then called Oda Shinichi.

Oda Shinichi who received the contact had just cleaned up the workplace where his boss kept the masks. Although he is also a person with supernatural abilities, his awakened ability is of a very tasteless type.It has nothing to do with fighting, and most of the time it is used to clean up the dust and hair scattered inside the mansion.Kazuhika Takahashi called it a magic skill that a man/wife dreams of, and Shinichi Oda directly took out his pistol/gun and gave him a bullet.

"Master Qianli."

'Oda, I'm going to interrogation room NO.19. '

"clear."

Five minutes later, the characteristic roar of the engine woke up the sleeping vegetation, and the black car rushed out of the tree-lined avenue like an arrow off the string, and disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.

The office of the Port Mafia is located in a prime location where every inch of land is precious, with five modern skyscrapers towering into the sky.The outermost glass curtain wall is full of sense of technology, and it is full of large expanses of blue.Identification devices installed at the entrance to the lobby mean that strangers are not welcome here, and similar devices can be seen elsewhere.

Oda Shinichi directly drove the car into the underground parking lot, and the NO.19 interrogation room is on the third floor of this building.After five years of getting along with him, he knew his boss's behavior style like the back of his hand, and he didn't need to confess specifically, so he consciously stayed in the car.

According to the past habit, Qianli chose the elevator near the corner, and there was no sound during the action.The compartment door opened slowly, and he escaped into it like an inconspicuous shadow.As the strongest assassin in the organization, reducing his presence is as easy and natural as breathing for him.

When the elevator reached the third floor, the indicator light on the button area went out.Qianli stepped out of the bright car and came to a dimly lit corridor.He is quite familiar with this place, the nearest to the elevator is Interrogation Room No. [-].

After crossing several empty cells and continuing along the taupe concrete wall, the black iron fence seemed to have been waxed under the pale light.The humming ventilator is working 24 hours a day, and the air is still filled with the sweet smell of rust.

NO.19 is here.

The steps that extend downward are like a boa constrictor waiting for its prey with its mouth wide open.

When Qianli saw Osamu Dazai, the former colleague had obviously been severely taught.The left side of his face was swollen and bruised, and there were several dark red blood stains on the sand-colored windbreaker.Despite being reduced to a sad prisoner, Osamu Dazai hummed leisurely and leisurely. The strange tune mixed with the metallic sound of iron chains rubbing against each other echoed above the prison.

Suddenly, something changed the direction of the airflow.

Dazai raised his head slowly, with a smile on his lips.

After a few more seconds, his vision finally caught the shadow that was almost integrated with the darkness. The dark iris pupils swept away the boringness before, and gradually became vivid and lively.

"Long time no see, Qianli-kun."

Qianli silently stared at the black-haired young man ten meters away, the thumb-thick chains and shackles made the other party completely incapacitated.But this is just an illusion to confuse the guards. A few dead objects can't trap the youngest cadre in history.In his memory, the boy with lifeless eyes used his shrewd mind to manipulate the pieces one by one, causing countless bloody storms in the world of the mafia.

Osamu Dazai is darkness itself.

"Ah, long time no see, you are still so annoying."