When the head crosses Yokohama

--what a pity.

Yes.

07.

Atsushi Nakajima had another night of nightmares.

The dream was a scene of a massacre, the sound of barn guns was deafening, and the outbreak of disputes spread and swept across Yokohama, turning the place where he lived into a purgatory.

In the dream, he was climbing the stairs all the time. He could feel that he was running with all his strength after turning into a tiger, but the stairs in the dream were very long, with one level, two floors and three floors, no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't reach the end.

The anxiety and anger suppressed in his heart made him out of breath, and he crawled panting for a long time. The picture in his dream finally changed, and he stopped on the forty-story building. At this moment, he saw a man in a suit Standing on the top floor overlooking Yokohama, the chaos of the massacre was reflected in his eyes.

The man's back was so familiar that he felt palpitations the moment he saw it.He took a step forward, and the short black hair of the other party was dyed a bloody warm color under the light of the fire, and then he turned around, and there was a ostentatious tattoo of the reverse cross on his forehead.

—Krollo! ! ! !

Nakajima woke up violently, his heart palpitations reached its peak the moment he opened his eyes, he even flopped violently on the bed like a fish out of water.But after opening his eyes, the content of the dream was instantly forgotten, leaving only the feeling of panic remaining in his mind, and he couldn't remember anything.

When Atsushi Nakajima woke up in the morning, his head was still groggy. He was suddenly awakened in the first half of the night, and he couldn't fall back asleep in the second half of the night.

When he came to the detective agency, the whole person was still confused, hunched over, walked into the detective agency slowly with a pair of big dark circles, yawning as he walked.

"Dun Jun, what's wrong with you, didn't you have a good rest last night?" Dr. Xie Ye saw his fatigue at a glance, frowned and said disapprovingly: "Dun Jun, I see that you have not been very energetic in the past few days. Are you feeling unwell?"

Yosano Akiko thought it might be caused by young people's habit of staying up late, so there was a slight reproach in her tone.

"It's not like this, Dr. Xie Ye, I just had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

"Well, I've been having nightmares lately." Shaking his head, Atsushi Nakajima's exhaustion was visible to the naked eye. "I don't know why, maybe it's the punishment for wasting food a few days ago?"

——The matter of wasting food was actually because he saw the little wild cat abandoned by the roadside was weak and pitiful, and then thought of his own childhood, so he couldn't hold back his soft heart and gave the little wild cat some food.

"Oh oh oh~ I had a nightmare~ Looks like Atsu-kun has reached this age too~"

The voice of Osamu Dazai yelling suddenly sounded from behind. Atsushi was already a little nervous due to lack of sleep, so he almost jumped up when he heard the voice.

"No!" He stroked his chest angrily, "Mr. Dazai, you are the one. You are already 22 and don't have a girlfriend yet. What right do you have to say that I have erotic dreams?"

And he didn't have a spring dream at all, did he?

Fortunately, Kyoka-chan is not here now, what should I do if I hear Mr. Dazai's words and be taught badly? !

Early in the morning, the atmosphere of the detective agency was pleasant. When Kunikida walked in, he frowned at the lack of working atmosphere. But after working for so long, he had already gotten used to the loose behavior of his members. So I just pushed my glasses a little annoyed.

According to the schedule, he had to go out for work in the morning, and he only hoped that the bastard Dazai would not cause him any more trouble today.

Thinking of this, Kunikida's brain ached again.

Throughout the morning, Dazai was idly wandering around the seat, and the newcomers also looked sleepy, Kunikida sighed, feeling that today is still peaceful.

But this kind of peace only lasted for one morning, because after Kunikida left, the troubles came to him.

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There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings.

Kunikida Doppo had just answered a phone call and left, and the detective agency was in chaos. Kunikida has always been displeased with the idle style of the detective agency headed by Dazai, so as long as he is around, although the effect is not great, but Dazai will still be quieter.

And once he's gone, Dazai will only get worse.

Putting on his overcoat, Kunikida went out to work, and Dazai also decided to leave work early—he passed by a small river today, and saw that the water was clear, and the seaweed floating on the bottom of the water exuded a dark green luster like the hair of a beautiful woman. It's a great place to commit suicide.

So he decided to try it when he was off work.

"Dazai-san, are you leaving now?"

"Well, there's something wrong." Dazai replied cheerfully.

At this moment, the door of the detective agency was slammed—three times in total, with neither too much force nor too little force, and the interval time was slowly stuck on the same frequency. Just listening to the knock on the door, I felt that the other party was a very rational person. people.

"Alas..." Dazai sighed inexplicably, and his tone turned out to be somewhat disappointed.

"It seems that there are guests coming," Atsushi Nakajima walked over to open the door, and was surprised to find that Dazai, who had just got dressed and stood up, sat down again. He was a little surprised at first, but when he opened the door and saw someone coming, All thoughts disappeared, leaving only an inexplicable timidity in my heart.

"Krollo... sir?"

Tun is a little afraid of Kuroro. When he followed Kunikida-senpai last time, his hairs stood on end because of a look in his eyes-he has been having nightmares since then, although most of the time he can't remember the dreams clearly However, Dun knew that most of these dreams were related to the black-haired young man in front of him.

"May I ask why you came to the detective agency?" Adhering to the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, the timid young man hid behind the door timidly.

"I'm here to ask for help," Kuroro waved the business card in his hand, and Kuroro gave Dazai a look, "I just didn't expect it to be an empty number, so I can only come here in person."

Dazai laughed, and didn't change his expression when facing the empty name card, "After all, this is as a gift to you, Mr. Kuroro, since you returned the bug to me, I have to express my heart, right? ? Don’t thank me, Kuroro-kun.”

Thick-skinned enough to repair a wall, although he was confronted face-to-face, Dazai still laughed without changing his face and heartbeat. After hearing this, Kuroro laughed speechlessly, looking a little helpless, and then casually threw the business card into the In the trash can at your feet.

The smile on Dazai's face was still sincere.

Don felt that the atmosphere was not right, and had already avoided it sharply. Dazai led Kuroro to the passenger area, sat down and crossed his legs, "Then Kuroro-kun, you came today to spy on us. What does the society ask for help?"

Dazai was waiting for Kuroro's performance.

"Actually, I came to Yokohama suddenly a month ago." Folding his hands, the black-haired young man said something like the Arabian Nights in a gentle tone, "I was supposed to be in a secret sea. There is no land, only a boat going to a certain area. When I was seriously injured, I was thrown overboard. I thought I was dead, but I didn’t expect to appear here after waking up from a coma.”

"That's really a pity." Dazai put his hands together and stared at Kuroro with those iris-colored eyes, completely unable to see what he was thinking.

"Yeah, what a pity." Kuroro lowered his eyelids, and nothing was reflected in his dark eyes: "It would be nice to just sleep on the bottom of the sea forever, but sometimes the world is so wonderful, I survived gone."

As he said this, Kuroro laughed.

It was obviously a very relaxed laughter, but Atsushi Nakajima heard it, but felt it was very heavy.

"So Kuroro-kun, what do you want to entrust to the detective agency?"

"I want to know what happened to me," Kuroro's attitude has always been relaxed. Although he was talking about a rather bizarre and tragic thing, listening to his tone of voice, he did not It seems like the person involved is more like a bystander, "In fact, after I came to Yokohama, I also checked a lot of information, but I still have no clue about the current situation. If the detective agency can help find out the reason, I will Thank you so much."

"Of course, the cost will not be low."

Osamu Dazai looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, and was silent for a while.

——What kind of person is Chrollo Rushiru?

Only now did Osamu Dazai begin to really think about it.

It was completely expected that Kuroro would come to the detective agency to look for him, but Dazai really did not expect that Kuroro brought such a commission—the other party summarized his situation in a few words, and obviously ignored Many details, such as why he was seriously injured and thrown into the sea, such as where the ship went, what purpose, such as what the place he stayed in was called - there are too many loopholes, this experience is even close to fantasy story, so Dazai's first impression was that Kuroro was playing with him.

But the experience that Kuroro told was too bizarre, and on the contrary made Dazai believe it a little bit.

Moreover, since he knew about Kuroro in Kunikida, he began to try to collect information-but the information on this person was completely blank.

Chief Farmer of the Ability Secret Service Division once spent two years whitewashing his resume, allowing him to change from a cadre of the Port Mafia to an investigator of the Armed Detective Agency today, but even so, there are still clues to his information Searching.

Chrollo Luxilu may not be lying.

Dazai came to this conclusion.

Before that, Dazai had always thought that Kuroro and Dostoevsky were the same kind of person, so he had been using the method of treating mice to speculate on Kuroro's thoughts, but now he realized that he might be wrong.

Kuroro is different from Dostoevsky, the mouse will only hide itself well, and will not show its heart to others without any scruples - Dazai never denies that he and Dostoevsky Dostoevsky was the same kind of person, but compared to them, the black-haired youth in front of him was obviously more hopeless.

——And it’s the kind that can’t be redeemed at all.