When the head crosses Yokohama

——Frost Moon.

50.

——"When the burly man wakes up, the first thing he sees is a strange world.

After sleeping in the deep darkness for too long, when he suddenly opened his eyes, he thought he was dreaming.

In the dream, there was a white building with a small space. Next to the small ceramic cup was a phonograph left over from the last century, and strange music flowed from the trumpet-shaped speaker.

This is... what the hell is this place?

The burly man stared blankly at the small space in front of him, thinking this way.

At this time, the movement of the burly man finally alarmed the owner of this narrow space.The owner's dressing taste was very strange, even in the airtight room, he was wearing a cloak and a fluffy white hat. He pushed the door in as usual, and then saw a big man who appeared out of thin air at a glance.

Blinking, the master took two seconds to think about the situation in front of him.

"who are you?"

Facing the sudden intruder, the owner with strange taste asked.

The burly man obviously didn't know much about the situation in front of him, but he was huge, and he sat up straight in the small room with a pretentious atmosphere everywhere, and his body piled up like a hill filled the narrow space to the brim.

He looked at the owner of the room, and replied with a rough voice: "If you are asking me, then let me tell you, my name is Wo Jin.""

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Dostoevsky was a little distressed.

A strange guest suddenly appeared in his mobile base recently.

The guests were not very good-tempered, and they smashed the room to pieces as soon as they appeared-it was Dostoevsky's exclusive small room, which was decorated with gypsy carpets and Bova tiles, and One of his favorite gramophones from the last century... Unfortunately, these things were all smashed to pieces by the fists of cranky guests.

"Where is the chain hand?! Hand over the man to me, and I will tear him apart myself!"

The guest has a rough voice and is dressed like a savage. The upper body is naked, the lower body is covered with animal fur, and the hair on the chest grows very vigorously.

"Excuse me, who is the Chain Hand?"

Dostoevsky didn't show too much surprise. He sat in front of the hill-like savage, blinking his eyes and asking questions.

Fortunately, although the sudden appearance of the guests was a bit grumpy, they seemed to be able to communicate.

"A red-eyed kid from the Kuruta tribe! If I find him, I will cut him to pieces!"

"The Kuruta tribe?" This strange term made Dostoevsky fall into a slight thought. Although he had never heard of this tribe in his memory, he seemed to think of something through this word.

The burly man in front of him didn't seem to notice Dostoyevsky's thoughtful eyes, but let the rage and anger in his heart blurt out: "It's the bodyguard newly hired by the Nosra family. That kid seems to be called Kuo. Lapika! It seems to be the orphan of the Kuruta tribe, if I find him this time, I will definitely beat him to a pulp on the spot!"

The Nosra family, the Kurapika family, the Kuruta family... terms that had never been heard before came out continuously from the mouth of the burly man who suddenly appeared.

"Sorry to bother you, but what did you say your name was?"

"My name is Wojin!"

"Then... Hello, Mr. Wojin, do you know Osamu Dazai?" Dostoevsky blinked and asked politely.

The savage on the opposite side showed a puzzled look, "Who is that?"

"Then do you know Kurolo Luxilu?" Dostoevsky changed his name again.

"Team leader!" When it came to Kurolo Luxilu, the burly man seemed to suddenly think of something, and when he slapped his thigh, the whole room trembled: "Yes, I have to give the chain hand to the regiment first." Just report to the leader... Do you know the leader?"

Wo Jin's tone changed: "Where is the head now!"

The pale Russian youth laughed silently, "Kurolo is my friend, but he seems to be a little troubled by the chain hand recently, and he is not around here." Thinking about the next words, Dostoevsky Looking at the savage in front of him with kind eyes, "But he will be back soon, but before I take you to see him, you have to tell me the whole story."

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Regarding the section about Wojin, Osamu Dazai showed Kuroro what he wrote in the book.

"Dazai-kun, do I trust you too much?" Kuroro looked at the young man in the sand-colored windbreaker with a smile in his eyes.

"No, Kuroro, you don't believe me enough." Facing Kuroro's death eyes, Dazai's face was thicker than the city wall, and he smiled like a spring breeze: "A certain novelist said that people who travel together should be perfect." He must fully trust his partner, otherwise no matter what the plan is, it will fall short in the end."

"Which novelist said this, why haven't I heard of it?"

"That's what the novelist in front of you—Osamu Dazai said!"

"Novelist~?" Kuroro raised his tone with slight doubts, which sounded provocative and ironic.

"Hmph, didn't I just help Mr. Ku Luoluo write a complete story for you and your brigade? Although I may not be able to be the title of a novelist, but it is definitely worthy of affirmative praise, you say, right? Kuroro-kun?"

Dazai’s words were quite advanced, and Kuroro couldn’t help raising his eyebrows because of the faint threat in it, but he still didn’t say anything in the end, he just restrained the little bit of dissatisfaction after seeing the story. In his eyes: "So, has Wo Jin been successfully resurrected now?"

"That's not necessarily true. You have to find the lair of the Russian mouse first, and then you can confirm whether your team members have really been resurrected as written in the book."

Kuroro shook his head: "Dazai-kun, you are trying to make me an enemy of Dostoevsky."

"Crollo, are you scared?"

"That's not true, I just think Dazai-kun, you are really..."

What really happened, Kuroro didn't say what he said later, he just sighed and shook his head slightly, "So Dazai-kun, do you know where the mouse of the dead house is based?"

"How would I know?" Dazai looked at Kuroro, and replied as a matter of course, "So didn't I just say, Kuroro, you need yourself. One. Someone. To base the movement of that mouse Find it out!"

When he said this, Dazai deliberately emphasized the words "by myself".

"Dazai-kun, are you not planning to help?" Kuroro lowered his eyes, as if he had convinced himself, "After all, it is my own business, and it seems that it is not good to bother Dazai-kun... Anyway, I still Thank you very much for your help, Dazai-kun."

After politely saying this, Kuroro left.

Dazai looked at Kuroro's leaving back, his eyes gradually darkened.

——Krollo is really easy to talk to.

The current Dazai just tested Kuroro a little, and found that he was as easy to talk to as he expected when facing his companions, but it was precisely because of this that he became more worried.

I just hope that such emotions don't backfire.

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Kuroro probably knows what Dazai is thinking, and of course he also understands what Dazai is doing.

"Do you want to borrow my hand to bring Dostoevsky a little trouble?" Kuroro couldn't help but shook his head amusedly. This kind of willingness to be used by others really made Kuroro feel a little novel , he stood still, pondering over it for a while before starting the next action.

Dazai refused to help, so of course Kuroro could only seek help from other people.

He was the first to think of information dealer Orihara Rinya.

But Orihara Rinya left Yokohama in a hurry after the big explosion in Minato Mirai. When Kuroro called to inquire, he said that there was some problem with his intelligence chain in Ikebukuro, and he couldn't get away for the time being. Investigate what happened to the Russians.

Judging from the tone of Orihara Gritting His Teeth, it seemed that Dostoevsky had tripped him up, which caused him to rush back in a hurry.

Before hanging up the phone, Orihara Lin also gave him a personal message: "Kurolo, you can try to find a man named Pushkin in the slums, he might have information about that Russian in his hand."

After saying this, the phone was hung up in a hurry, Kuroro heard a loud noise of smashing things from the other party's phone, and Orihara seemed to be avoiding someone's attack when he called.

Really busy.

Kuroro silently sighed in his heart.

In general, Kuroro still trusts Orihara Rinya, an information dealer. Although the other party claims to be a human lover, and has some habits and small hobbies that Kuroro doesn't appreciate very much, but generally speaking, this person is still worth it. socialize.

Pushkin...?

He chewed the name in his mind, but he didn't think of any related memories—in fact, Kuroro had heard the name of this person before.Although Pushkin has a foreigner's name, he was born in Japan. The little girl who once blew herself up in front of Kunikida Doppo was one of Pushkin's little sisters who lived with the poor Gu.

Kunikida once mentioned this person to Kuroro full of self-blame, but Kuroro had already forgotten it. Even if he heard this person from Orihara Rinya now, he still didn't think of the name. There is no feeling of familiarity.

No way, Kurolo is such a forgetful person.

For those who are meaningless, occupying one more brain cell in his memory is superfluous. Of course, Kuroro himself did not think that he might have a relationship with Pushkin, whom Kunikida-kun once mentioned, that's all.