Zaizafang

Ango stood outside the mafia building, holding a briefcase, and pushed his glasses expressionlessly.

Another normal day at work.

Although it is not normal for him to work as a government undercover agent in Mafia.

……

Recently, due to the diligent work of a certain cadre candidate, the intelligence department has also been operating at high speed.It has been two weeks in a row, and I can only live on four hours of sleep a day.

All the time is spent on gathering information and organizing files.

There are not many people who have the right to enter the archives room, and no one would come to such a boring place on weekdays.The last person who worked here couldn't stand the desertedness, so he asked to change his job.

But Ango likes the environment here very much.

Quiet, only the breath of calligraphy and ink.

Sometimes it makes him forget some guilt.

After all, not dealing with too many people is good for undercover life.His loyalty to the government is real, but so are the real people around him.

Even if you make up your mind, there will still be feelings that you shouldn't have.

Here you can temporarily forget about those divisive things and concentrate on your work.

Mafia stays up late per capita and can't get up early, but Ango is the group that works in the morning, and sometimes doesn't even get off work at all.

It therefore fell to him to open the door.

As is customary, he filled out the registration form and took the key.

The banging of the keys was particularly noticeable in the silent space, and the clanging was repeated in the corridor.No matter how many times I heard the iron doors being pushed open, there was still the creaking sound of toothache.

This scene is common in ghost movies.If there is any supernatural ability in the world that can see ghosts, then this place probably has a lot of unjust ghosts.

Walking to the innermost file room, An Wu's eyes fell on the lock, and he froze for a moment.

Cardiac near arrest.

Door……

Not locked.

The drowsiness of getting up early disappeared suddenly, and Ango's head started to run at high speed.

It can't be a ghost, and it can't be that someone left the door open yesterday.So someone must be in there.

There are not many people who have the right to enter here, and they showed up early in the morning... Anyway, he couldn't think of anyone who would come here early in the morning.

Maybe it's an urgent task.

Ango pushed the door open.

He subconsciously ignored the possibility that the enemy had sneaked in here.

But, how can there be such a careless enemy?Sneak in and don't even close the door properly.

The first thing he did after entering the door was to glance around quietly. Sure enough, there was a person looking through the files in front of the side bookshelf.

It's aboveboard, not like a thief.

Ango breathed a sigh of relief.

"The one over there...has the registration form been written? You need to register when you enter the archives room."

"Oh... I forgot there is such a thing as registration."

The man put the book back in its original place, and turned around slowly: "This place is so quiet, I'm fascinated by it accidentally..."

Ango noticed that he was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, not the black-toned clothes that most employees would wear.

His gaze moved to the man's face.

This is a real cardiac arrest.

Osamu Dazai...?Why is that cadre candidate here?No, no, Dazai's age is not suitable for this person, and his clothes and height are also wrong.

Osamu Dazai is the government's key observation object, and Ango has collected a lot of information. Although he is too mysterious and has nothing in-depth, Ango still keeps the superficial data in mind.

After a little thought, you can see that the person in front of you is not that Dazai Osamu.

His complexion changed several times.

"Who... are you? Why are you here?"

The man in the sand-colored windbreaker had a smile on his face, admiring Anwu's complexion from white to blue with some playfulness, put his hands on the bookshelf, and said in a serious manner: "It's really interesting."

Anwu was a little relieved, at least this person didn't have too much malice, but then he felt a headache.

Regardless of how troublesome this person is, this person must have a deep sense of evil, and maybe he really likes to tease others.

In front of him, someone who has successfully played a prank still wants to make further progress.

"Actually, I come from an organization that opposes Mafia, and I managed to sneak into the interior of Mafia here. But I was accidentally discovered... Do you want to... get rid of it..."

His voice dropped, and the smile on his face was replaced by a sinister and sharp one.

Ango tensed up again.

Knowing that this person was full of lies, he still couldn't help thinking about the authenticity of the other person's words.You know, he is just a clerk, if there is a fight, it will probably be cold.

"Pfft," Dazai laughed suddenly, "Do you believe such a low-level joke...it's too serious hahahaha..."

Ango's face collapsed.

He said in a broken voice, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hey... just like this, is it ruined..."

"Please don't say bad things about who you are."

The man in the sand-colored windbreaker laughed for a while, and finally sighed.

"If you ask this kind of philosophical question as soon as you meet, how do you ask someone to answer..."

Ango stared at him.

"Who am I? I'm also thinking about it. It's a pity that I don't have a good answer for now, but I will try to express it in a way that you can understand."

An Wu helped him summarize: "Speak human words."

"For now, just treat me as Dazai's older brother."

"?"

"It's that 16-year-old cadre candidate, Osamu Dazai's older brother."

"??"

"Come to see how my younger brother is doing here. I got a little anxious and sneaked in. There shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"???"

The older brother of Osamu Dazai with a blank background?

Ango cracked.

……

"Ah!"

Osamu Dazai, who took the elevator to the chief's office early in the morning, sneezed.

Sure enough, it's still a bit cold in the morning... Dazai thought silently in his heart.

He counted the seconds, waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor.

Recently, a certain hallucination has become more and more serious, and it can easily interfere with reality.It's becoming more and more real, and even faintly out of the category of hallucinations.

But he was hallucinating less often.

Less obtrusive things, in fact, quite good.

But... I'm used to having someone by my side to make complaints from time to time, but suddenly it's gone, I'm really not used to it.

"Sneeze!" Another sneeze.

Osamu Dazai sniffed.

He stared at his own reflection on the metal, and before he knew it, he had already reached the top floor.

What are you thinking... Hallucinations shouldn't exist in the first place.

It's best to disappear completely.

He didn't want any factors to spoil his plan.