Chief Jae's Detective Path

By the time the king heard the news, Osamu Dazai and Nakahara had already boarded the plane to Italy.

Receiving a call from Osamu Dazai, Furutani Rei who was in charge of coming to the Silver King to ask for leave: ...

He looked at the King of Gold on the opposite side, lowered his head solemnly, and used respectful movements to hide his tiredness.

The King of Gold looked at Rei Fuguya who was standing upright, and nodded calmly, hiding his helplessness behind his majestic voice, "I see."

He paused and asked, "How are you doing?"

Fugu Zero didn't know what to say.

recent?Recently, he has been fighting for the detection rate of the Metropolitan Police Department, and has established a good relationship with his counterparts in the Metropolitan Police Department. He is probably the Japanese policeman who has the best relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department—although they don’t know him yet. People from the Police Department.

This is probably the easiest and most difficult undercover job he has ever done—no information can be heard at all, and there is no need to worry about his identity being exposed.

At this moment, the Silver King, who was accustomed to his new body, knocked on the door, and asked without looking outside, "Lieutenant, are you looking for me?"

"Weitzman." Guochang Lu Dajue's face softened a little, and he nodded towards him.

Adolf Weitzman walked up to Dajue on Guochang Road, turned his head to look at Rei Fugu, and asked kindly, "Dazai-kun, what's the matter?"

"Yes." Rei Furutani glanced at Adolf Weitzman quickly, and reported sternly, "Dazai-kun said, I don't have time this week, I hope you can understand."

"It's okay." Adolf Weitzman was very amiable, especially when there was an imposing old man standing next to him, "Please tell Dazai-kun that you don't need to care."

Furutani Rei was a little embarrassed: No, I'm really not from Port Mafia, and I'm not a subordinate of Dazai Osamu.

Guochang Lu Dajue coughed softly, "Weitzman, he is my clan."

Adolf Weitzman blinked those big innocent eyes, pretended to hold his chin with one hand, and tilted his head to look at Furutani Rei, "But he's not wearing a rabbit suit!"

Falling Valley Zero: ...

Although he respects the King of Gold and is proud of being a member of the Golden Clan, but for that... uniform... there is really no need.

"He has other jobs." Guochang Lu Dajue said calmly, "Go, Jianggu."

Jiang Gu Ling bowed slightly as if he had received an amnesty, and turned to leave.

The door opened before him and closed behind him.Adolf Weitzman narrowed his eyes and smiled after watching Rei Furutani disappear.

Guochang Lu Dajue looked at him helplessly, "Very interesting, Weitzman?"

Adolf Weitzman blinked, yes, it is very interesting to tease children.He raised his hands to make a picture frame, "Don't be so serious, lieutenant. Come on, have a smile!"

Guochang Lu Dajue looked at him gently, and tried to bend the corners of his mouth.

"Pfft!" Adolf Weitzman couldn't help laughing.

Guochang Lu Dajue flattened the corners of his mouth again, "Let's get down to business, Weitzman."

"OK~~" Adolf Weitzman responded with a drawn out voice.

"Is there any progress in the recent experiment?" Guochang Lu Dajue asked.As the master behind the scenes in Japan, he still has a certain understanding of the movements of Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai. The plane they took was bound for Italy. Does it have anything to do with Adolf Weitzman's recent experiment?

Speaking of the Dresden slate, Adolf Weitzmann frowned slightly.He walked over to the huge Dresden stone and looked at the prop that changed his life. "The recent experiment with Dazai-kun gave me some inspiration. If he is not around, I can try to research and analyze it, so that the progress of the experiment will not be delayed."

Guochang Lu Dajue nodded and followed, "Don't be too anxious, we still have some time." He held back the cough that rose up in his throat, thinking that he could hold on for a little longer.

Adolf Weitzman pursed his lips and said with a little compassion: "But maybe the Red King's sword of Damocles can't wait for too long."

Guochang Lu Dajue said: "King Qing will be optimistic about him."

"Really?" Adolf Weitzman asked suspiciously, "Hasn't King Qing been looking for the Colorless King recently?" I didn't see any measures he took against the Red King.

"The only one who can kill the "King" is the "King". " Guochang Lu Dajue said, "As long as the green king finds the colorless king before the red king..."

Adolf Weitzman said in surprise: "He wants to kill the Colorless King before the Red King?!" This is also a way. The condition of the Blue King's sword of Damocles is much better than that of the Red King, but ...the price of killing a king...

He sighed, "In this case, there are two "kings" facing the falling sword. "

Guochang Lu Dajue comforted: "You don't need to use too much pressure, Weitzman." He has seen the tragedies that his predecessors Qing Wang Yu Zhang Xun and Chi Wang Kagu both suggested, and this is not the first time he has witnessed. Field falling sword. While the "King" gained power, he also assumed responsibility, so he had to accept the consequences.

Adolf Weitzmann looked at the aging Guochang Lu Dajue, his eyes were slightly wet. The lieutenant is not an indifferent person, but he has been standing here high above, suppressing Dresden alone in the empty hall The power of the slate lasted for 70 years...

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant." Adolf Weitzman showed a complex smile with reddish eyes, "I used to be too self-willed?"

He is the First King, the origin of all "Kings".He has the power of the king that does not interfere, and has eternal youth and life, but he escaped until his friend was very old, until he had to enter the game.

Guochang Lu Dajue was slightly taken aback, and said calmly and softly: "You have your own ideas, Weitzman. We all made our own choices."

"Yeah..." Adolf Weitzman recalled that decades ago, he chose to escape under the great grief of his sister's death, bid farewell to his only friend, and boarded the airship.

And his friend returned to Japan with the Dresden slate, committed to Japan's post-war reconstruction, and became the uncrowned king of this country—no, he is the real "king" of this country.

The two stood shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at the flat rock that was as thick as a wall and as big as six tatami mats, engraved with mysterious patterns like a circular labyrinth. Adolf Weitzmann still cannot decipher the meaning of the patterns until now.

The "King" chosen by the Dresden Stone will be connected to the stone at the moment of being selected, and accept the power, memory and will of the Dresden Stone, but none of them can make them understand the meaning of the Dresden Stone. source.

"Are you finally willing to face it all, Weitzman?"

The plane flew over Japan, drawing a white streak in the blue sky.

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakahara were also sitting on the plane, although there was plenty of room in the cabin, the two sat next to each other.

The flight attendant belonging to the port Mafia on the plane has been numb by the two people's love and affection, so they know how to avoid appearing in front of the two people.

Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty.Their conscientious leaders also have this day. It's really not old-fashioned, and the world is so cold!

Central Plains didn't bother to care about how many versions of the rumors of port Mafia had evolved.

He held a document in his hand, Osamu Dazai put his arms around his waist, leaned on him, and read it together with him—it seemed as if such a few sheets of printing paper were missing for such a large organization as Port Mafia.

In fact, Osamu Dazai has already read this document, and it is really unnecessary for his mind to read it several times, but neither is Nakahara.He knew that he was not as good as Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu in this respect, so he could only make up for his weakness with diligence.

Osamu Dazai looked into his eyes and didn't say anything. He just told Chuya Nakahara in his own way that he had returned to him.

Nakahara Chuya put his hand on Dazai Osamu's hand around his waist when Dazai Osamu came up to him, didn't say anything, but stretched his originally frowning brows.

Although Osamu Dazai has come back, but...he didn't want the other party to worry too much, so he managed to gain some weight...Now he is the leader of the port Mafia, and this is the responsibility he should bear.

However, the feeling of having another person to rely on is too warm, which makes people involuntarily distracted, as if all the difficulties they will face are not worth mentioning.

The documents were held in their hands but they hadn't turned a page for a long time. Both of them seemed to be immersed in this atmosphere, and no one cared about this 'important' document.

Nakahara Nakaya sighed, turned his head and looked at Dazai Osamu's face in distress, "I can't concentrate when you're like this."

Osamu Dazai leaned forward and kissed him, "Leave it to me, Chuya."

So Zhong Yuanzhong let go of his hand obediently, and the paper covered with key marks fell from his hand and scattered on the ground beside the sofa.Nakahara Chuya himself was rubbed into Dazai Osamu's arms, and after a long kiss, he closed his eyes.

"Rest, Chuya." Dazai Osamu put his hands on Chuya Nakahara's eyes forcefully, "I'm here."

A small smile appeared on Nakahara Chuya's lips, and he closed his dry eyes with peace of mind, convincing himself in his heart that this was necessary to recharge his batteries before the meeting started.

Osamu Dazai put his coat on Nakahara Chuya's body, the gray coat completely covered Nakahara Chuya's body, making him look extra petite.

Osamu Dazai watched Chuya Nakahara quietly. After he fell asleep, he picked up the materials on the ground one by one. The key marks on it and the densely packed small characters between the lines were the results of Chuya Nakahara's hard work all night.

In the year he died, was this how the Central Plains supported the entire port of Mafia?

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, his heart was full of self-mockery, it was obviously an expected fact, but he would feel uncomfortable when he saw it with his own eyes.

He put the materials in his hand on the coffee table in front of him, and with his fingers, picked up a few strands of orange-red hair that had rubbed against Zhongyuan Zhongye's face, and stroked them aside so as not to disturb Zhongyuan Zhongye's peaceful sleep.

It's okay, Chuya.Osamu Dazai stared at Nakahara Nakaya's fair face, his eyes fell on the faint blue traces in his eyes, I'm back by your side.

His hand landed lightly on Nakahara Nakaya, completely enclosing him in his domain.Osamu Dazai exhaled heavily, as if he finally took his first breath of air, and returned to the human world.

The author has something to say: I am looking forward to seeing your expectations for new ideas, and I hope we can stay together until the day when all the new ideas are written

感谢在2021-11-0223:58:25~2021-11-0323:59:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1231 are invisible;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 4173375640 bottles; 10 bottles for Dazai's wife; 4 bottles if you have the ability;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!