Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

I walked among the crowd of black suits, as always out of place.

Because I was carrying a small schoolbag outside my black suit.

Of course, it's not a flirty little schoolbag, but a very serious, pure black backpack, which is not obvious if you don't look carefully.

...even so.I probably lowered the compulsion of this team to the ground.

The first time Dazai saw my outfit, he laughed out loud, and the more he laughed, the louder he was, until he could barely hold the game console in his hand, and even sat down and beat the ground.

I just watched him perform without any fluctuations in my heart.

But there is no way, I have to carry a hair dryer, a few cans of Dazai’s favorite brand of beer (source: colleague, method: intimidation and temptation in the name of Dazai), a medical bag, and a bunch of nearby safe houses The keys, the map, and the clips and grenades that were issued to me.

There's even a folding bike in case the car isn't enough...it's not something that a fanny pack like everyone else can do.

I don't know how many times after him-I counted, one time entered the water, two times hanged, adding up to three times-

After committing suicide, do you feel that my service is very good, and realize the necessity of my small schoolbag, so I don’t laugh so blatantly anymore, but anyway, every time I go to work with him, I can always see his shoulder shaking suspiciously.

In short, I was wearing a straight black suit, a pair of shiny sunglasses, and carrying a small black schoolbag, walking with my head held high.

But soon I was out of place, because Dazai sent everyone away in groups, and now I am the only one following him a few steps behind.

As he was walking, he suddenly rushed to the river, put his hand on his forehead, and said in an affectionate and passionate tone: "Ah! What a beautiful river! It radiates such an alluring brilliance in the sun, it must be inviting Let me go to the beautiful shore—"

Then he jumped off.

...I stood expressionless, and I didn't even want to stop.After all, the reason I said at the time was that I didn't want him to fail in suicide and stay in the river too painful, not to prevent him from jumping in at all.

And letting him go into the water is actually not in conflict with my principle of protecting him. After observing, I found that this person is surprisingly good at water. Even if he loses consciousness, he can survive by relying on his body instinct.It can be said that I have a higher probability of success than him in committing suicide by diving into the water.

And after I rescued him with a complete set of measures, I am also confident that his health will not be affected.

I counted silently for 3 minutes, took off my schoolbag, took off my coat, and started today's swimming practice again.

...I think I might have overcome my fear of water with three months by his side.

Rescue up, see if artificial respiration is needed - good need - then wring out his coat, take out the hot beer in the thermos, stuff it in his hand, take out the water glass for him to rinse his mouth, and put it aside , and then took out the hair dryer, blowing his hair violently, and the whole set of measures was completed.

After I finished all this, I dried his hair before he woke up slowly.

"Ah, it's not the color of heaven." Hugging a can of hot beer, it seemed regretful.

"...Officer Dazai, only three people who are not on duty today have a car. One of them was stolen not long ago, one was blown up, and the other had a problem with the fuel tank, so it was sent for repair."

Before he asked, I reported to him first.

Then when he opened his iris-colored eyes and looked at me innocently and aggrievedly, I pulled out my folding bicycle from my schoolbag like a magic trick.

I went on to say: "...So I think, as long as it is a car, is it okay to use a bicycle?"

Dazai's face, which was about to cry just now, suddenly turned black, and he said "Tsk", "Yumu has a head, and he is quite opportunistic."

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat, and without looking at me, he walked straight forward: "Put away your bicycle and follow."

...It seems that this bicycle will not be carried on the back in the future.

When I put it away, he had already walked tens of meters, so I trotted to keep up.

We walked seemingly aimlessly for a while, passing countless small shops and residential areas, and when we were about to reach Rabo Street, Dazai stopped in a small alley.

There are dilapidated gray buildings on both sides, and the bricks and tiles seem to be falling down in ash. A few half-dried trees beside the road are criss-crossed above the head, casting a lifeless shadow.

He suddenly turned around and asked me: "Mr. Jinshi. Tell me, what do you think we are going to do?"

At another base at that time, he sent people to watch it nearby all night, and finally found that it was an institution for human experiments underground.

But going there this time doesn't really make much sense, because the model of this organization is exactly the same as that of the small drug trafficking organization last time.

Most importantly, the sniper caught last time just received a list from the black market to stare at this small organization.

If the leader falls into the hands of Mafia at the port, that is, Dazai, he will be shot and killed immediately, without knowing the information of his employer.

So now even if Dazai caught the snipers they hired again, it would be useless.

And he is acting so rashly now, unless it is because...the port Mafia has clues about the mole.

And obviously, for whatever reason, he was using himself as bait.

It is estimated that after finding out the background of this mole, further analysis reveals that his purpose is related to himself.

...Do you just believe in my hidden strength?Or did he not really care about his own life at all?

...But homicide and suicide are different after all.

I replied, "They are using us as bait to lure them into action."

"Bingo~" Dazai smiled brightly, "Then guess who will come~?"

As soon as the words fell, my heart sank.

The worst premonition came true.

He asked me to guess, which means—

"Put your hands up and don't move."

A familiar voice said so.

— That is to say, I know this person.

I turned my head slowly, and Fujii's expressionless face was reflected in my vision.

The author has something to say:

Um.Today's show operation made everyone in the troops directly under Dazai startled again.

It's just that they are professional, they won't show anything on the surface, they will only shake their pupils.

And today's small bicycle also succeeded in making Dazai feel speechless.

Although I don't think it's a coquettish operation, he thinks it should be quite comfortable to ride a small bicycle in the spring with the wind blowing.

It is another transitional chapter, and the next chapter is high-energy early warning.

Second to No.?Gun warning.