Human tiger means that the tiger's needle does not poke

Fu Heihui hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved his footsteps from the corner of the wall, and walked towards Yu Zhang Youren.

"I heard some news, so I came to see you..."

The reason is very far-fetched, at least from listening to the spoken language of Liangmian Su Nuo just now, it seems that he has discovered Fu Heihui for a long, long time.

Yuzu Yuhito hid his clenched blue fists behind him, trying to make Fu Heihui ignore his out-of-control actions due to emotional agitation.But the sharp-eyed Fu Heihui still saw this little move of Knotabagi Yuhito.

"Um, I heard that Mr. Gojo was meeting with the people from the Metropolitan Police Department, and I also found out that Mr. Nakagawa is there..."

Knotweed Yuren:!

Fu Heihui:?Don't get your eyes so bright, I know you're excited now

"So, let's go over and have a look? If there is anything unclear, just ask in person, isn't it good?"

Fu Heihui coughed lightly, not daring to look at the pitiful face of Knotweed Yujin.

This wave of minefield bouncing made Su Nuo, the king of curses, stunned.Knotabagi Yuhito, who suddenly regained his energy, immediately bounced his consciousness back.

The two-faced Su Nuo who helped his sleeves stood disdainfully on the pile of bones, with his legs crossed, very bored.He really didn't expect that that kid named Atsushi Nakagawa had such a great influence on the consciousness of Knotweed Yujin.

"A kid with good abilities? He's not a magician either. It's very interesting... If there is a next time..."

The two-faced Su Nuo who licked the corners of his lips showed greed, his eyes were full of terror, and he couldn't hide his strong interest in Atsushi Nakagawa.

If he could separate from this body, then he could kill that silver-haired kid.

Just thinking about it makes me really excited——

"So that's what you asked for? Dazai-san?"

It was the first time Wujo Satoru felt that he had met his opponent. The bandaged windbreaker in front of him must be a black mud monster, right?

Want to eat and drink from here, and put restrictions on the free man Atsushi Nakajima? !

The ruthless Dazai Osamu is not one of them.Is it the devil to wear half of school uniform or something?Is the top lighted or the bottom lighted?

Gojo Satoru: What kind of aesthetics is this? !

Osamu Dazai: You don’t care—it’s the trouble you caused—

After more than ten minutes of finalizing by the group of people, Kataka represented Gojo Satoru, the detective agency represented Osamu Dazai, and the police station represented Meguro Shisan, and shook hands to make peace.

The three forces are all involved in this weird "Tokyo Red Flower" incident, so it is the best way to solve it together without any help.

Then Atsushi Nakajima joined the Magic High School as a representative to help, and the Metropolitan Police Department provided forces to focus on the investigation, supported by the armed detective agency with the fewest manpower.

"So, Dunjun, are you feeling better now?"

"Nakajima-san, let's go—"

While the bandage-wrapped hand was on Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder, Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head and found himself being held by a pair of big hands by the wrist.He can't leave even if he wants to? !

Atsushi Nakajima: I am directly in a dilemma (male) Don't you do this? !

Dazai Osamu/Gojo Satoru: Please let go——

One kind of personnel including Mu Mushisan: Don't fight any more!

It's the same as the bloody triangle of fighting for the one you love. Don't one after another care about me now that you think about it? !

Atsushi Nakajima complained silently, but he was also glad that he was caught this time and did not cause any trouble.

Although it was said that he came to Tokyo to deal with the problem, he was not late, and it happened to be this week as agreed.

However, when the photos of the deceased were placed in front of him one after another, he would feel a dull pain in his heart.

[Would it be true that this would not have happened if I had come earlier? 】

He didn't know what was bewitched in his heart, he always felt that there was a pair of mocking eyes staring at him all the time.From time to time, I give myself a blowjob and say some negative things.

"Mr. Gojo, I'm sorry, I have to talk to Mr. Dazai about something now. Because I came here abruptly this time, there are still many things that have not been resolved, so I can't go with you now. Please continue to talk to me before discussing with me. My identity is kept secret."

This kind of earnest request is not the first time Gojo Satoru has heard from Atsushi Nakajima.The kid had been polite since the first time they met, and he was still the same now.

However, what Gojo Satoru cares most about is how sensitive Nakajima Atsushi is to his identity.

If it is said that he is afraid of the misunderstanding between the knotweed and other people, it is reasonable.But is the truth of the matter really as simple as he thought?Isn't it because of other things?

The pale blue pupils faced Osamu Dazai's eyes under cover, and the other party didn't seem to care about his probing at all, instead, he smiled in his eyes and pushed back ironically.

Gojo Satoru folded his arms around his chest, not very much like Dazai Osamu.

He has already confirmed a fact from the bottom of his heart: Atsushi Nakajima is hiding something now, and this has a lot to do with his not disclosing his abilities.

The few people who left first made the crowded and lively room empty again.Atsushi Nakajima squeezed his scratched black pants, took a few deep breaths and looked at Osamu Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai, I am very glad that you can come and help me with this matter in person, but there is something about the 'Book' and Knotweed Yujin..."

Mu Mu Shisan was walking behind the group of people. Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly remembered that he still had something to explain, so he turned around and called Atsushi Nakajima at the door frame.

"Brother Nakajima Atsushi! You don't need to have too much psychological pressure, and I'm sorry to trouble you to spare some time to come to the Metropolitan Police Department these few days!"

Atsushi Nakajima shuddered from the sudden attack of Mumu Shisan, and quickly got up and walked to the door, only to find Officer Takagi staring at him with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Takagi Wataru: Too loud!Meguru police officer!

Out of the habit of seeing off, a certain Atsushi Nakajima who was just inside the door leaned out completely.Just as he was about to reach out and wave goodbye to Officer Mumu and the others, he froze.

Yes, that's right, he felt a cardiac arrest and a chill all over his body.

Because he was not far away, and saw two people who were about to walk over but stopped abruptly.

Knotaba Yuhito was about to say hello to him as if he had stopped.Even Fu Heihui's expressionless face became a little strange.

"Nakajima... Atsushi? Nakagawa-san?"

Under Nakajima Atsushi's prayers, he heard Knotabazu Yuhito stumbling out his full real name.

At that moment, Atsushi Nakajima felt that his world collapsed in an instant.

Simple and even a little bit gray and Japanese-style house wood color.Someone half-kneeled on the soft tatami and leaned forward considerably.

Painting is all about being steady and active, but the person holding the pen is obviously irritable.Once again, he smeared his failed paintings.Makes all the colors mix together chaotically.

The camphor paper sliding door slammed slightly, and the people outside the door entered the small room after getting permission.

"My lord, Mr. Gojo Wu has saved that kid..."

After trembling in his voice, the subordinate bowed to the person sitting in front of the desk.

I only heard a click, and I don't know what was broken.The person who was sitting upright suddenly stood up.

"why?"

The man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his face was blurred by the hazy light source, his voice was low and majestic.

"Because that kid named Atsushi Nakagawa seems to have something to do with the government and the police..."

The subordinate raised his head and shifted his gaze slightly, only to realize that the breaking sound just now came from a broken paintbrush.

The author has something to say:

Lost half of the horse, the ability has not lost, so the greater surprise and shock are yet to come——

I don't know when Osamu Dazai will go offline