My baby tamer can't be the leader

To be honest, even a person like Mori Ogai, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help being in a daze for a moment after hearing the news that Nakahara Chuya brought back, so that he had to hold his forehead with one hand. After a moment of silence, I asked again with certainty, "You mean...there is something wrong with Dazai-kun's ability? Now his ability may be...split? Duplicate?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, as if reluctantly recalling the scene that was too powerful for him, it was no less than a normal person opening the granary with the mood of "definitely seeing a nest of mice" , It turned out that the rats inside had been suffocating for ten generations.

"Although he said that... no, that guy didn't say it at all." He clenched his fists tightly, curling his five fingers, and his knuckles stretched out in a strong arc, "and, I think...something is different. "

"Well, do you mean that the two Dazai Lords give you different feelings?"

"Yes." Nakahara Chuya's gaze became a little more serious, and those cobalt blue eyes were like a blue hole with a thin layer of frost condensed on the surface at the moment, "The one who opened the door for me, he..."

He originally wanted to say that the first feeling that 'Osamu Dazai' gave him was like seeing the leader of Mori, but after careful identification, he could still find the difference between the other party and the leader of Mori.

It was an indescribable precipitation. Even for a bastard like Osamu Dazai who took pleasure in suicide, Chuya Nakahara never saw his former partner really sinking into the mire and unable to extricate himself from despair. The guy is more just hating all reality, empty and confused, and has nothing to ask for from this world.

But with that 'Osamu Dazai', even though he couldn't calm down because of that guy's words at the time, when he thinks about it now, he can still glimpse the past lingering on the other person in the picture of his memory.

It is like being buried by a thick layer of soil, forgotten by the world, and even gradually broken with the passage of time. The cultural relics will be rediscovered one day. Reproduce the ordinary world.

The imprint left by time and reality has long been deposited in the essence of cultural relics and has become an inherent part of it. It is precisely because of this that it may even be more eye-catching than when it is not incomplete.

"That guy gave me a different feeling from the bastard Dazai I met before, no, it should be said to be completely different." Zhongya Nakahara said more and more wrong, "So that guy is completely nonsense, right? That one What the hell is the mackerel doing?"

Mori Ogai leaned back on the chair back slowly, and sighed a little helplessly, "Dazai-kun really doesn't show any sympathy for the port Mafia, it really makes me sad, but maybe the armed detective Will the society know the specific situation? It’s obvious that the enemy is targeting all of Yokohama, so it’s not fair that we are the only ones suffering? So…”

No matter what Mori Ogai is planning now, there is one thing that even he himself thinks about it, that is, the members of the Armed Detective Agency said that they don't know what is going on with Osamu Dazai now!

To be honest, everyone is already used to Osamu Dazai coming in late and leaving early from time to time. According to past experience, when the incident happened, that guy really prefers to pretend that nothing happened and conduct the preliminary investigation work alone, unless he arrives There must be a link where others can assist, otherwise he would never take the initiative to talk about the progress of his investigation with others.

Kunikida Doppo has a deep understanding of this point. If it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have been too lazy to deal with such a partner. After all, he can continue to come out to harm others alive and kicking, but Kunikida, who used to be a teacher Dubu is obviously more responsible, "Where did that guy go..."

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, rubbed his brows and said, "Every time it's like this, I can't see anyone—"

"Hey! Kunikida-kun." The door of the detective agency that was originally hidden behind Kunikida Doppo was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the person who came came deliberately raised his voice and said, "It makes me sad, I am here this time. Work hard, okay?"

Osamu Dazai lightly tapped one hand in front of his body, the sapphire on Poirot's bowtie shimmered softly at his fingertips, and with a sigh on his face, Kunikida Doppo's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Handing the portfolio to the other party, he covered his face and said sadly, "I've obviously worked so hard..."

Before Kunikida Doppo could react, Nakajima Atsushi, who was standing in front of Kunikida Doppo awkwardly thinking how to excuse Dazai Osamu, suddenly looked out the door in shock, and even fell down suddenly. I took a breath.

The other people in the club were attracted by his movement, and saw the bewildered Atsushi Nakajima pointing to the door, and couldn't help saying in a daze, "Two, two Mr. Dazai?!"

other people:? ! ? !

Osamu Dazai, who came in one step later, had a bandage wrapped around his left eye, and was wearing a dark suit. You could feel the luxury of the well-fitting fabric from a distance, but in fact, the first When seeing him, probably few people can notice the details of his clothes, but most of them are photographed by his imposing manner.

No matter which "Osamu Dazai" is definitely not the type that will disappear from everyone, it's just that the latecomers barely conceal their indifferent and alienated attitude, while the former carefully hide their truth with a perfect mask. Only when he has mood swings can he get a glimpse of his true side.

The little girl who came with Butei two days ago was tightly held by Osamu Dazai who walked in later, his eyes fell on the other party with Atsushi Nakajima's exclamation, "There is no need to do this Surprised, Don-kun?"

Kunikida Doppo next to him is about to crack, one Osamu Dazai is enough for him to make his stomach ache, this kind of picture of two Osamu Dazai in the same frame makes his brain start to throb and hurt, "I must be dreaming..."

……

I looked at the shocked crowd in front of me, and couldn't help sighing, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Dazai skillfully echoed me from the side, "That's right, it's obviously nothing."

"There's nothing left?!" Kunikida Doppo raised his voice abruptly, "Two Osamu Dazai! Two! Isn't that just double the amount of laziness?!"

I thought about what he said for a while, and it didn’t sound right, “There’s no such thing as double fish, isn’t twice zero still zero? So there’s nothing wrong with one Dazai Moyu and two Dazai Moyu together.” Difference?"

"...Really?" The honest man suddenly got stuck there, and fell into the philosophical thinking of life for a while.

But at this moment, Edogawa Ranpo, who had already taken off his glasses the moment he saw Dazai, suddenly asked seriously, "Dazai, you...haven't joined the Armed Detective Agency, have you?"

"Indeed." Dazai turned his eyes slightly sideways, met Edogawa Ranpo's gaze, and said with a half-smile, "What else did Mr. Ranpo see?"

The famous detective sized him up for a moment, showing a very rare dignified expression when he encountered a difficult problem, until after a while, he took off his glasses angrily, "Did you do it on purpose? Obviously there is a port The traces of Mafia, but... If you have to say it, that trace is even fainter than the one on Dazai, it's too strange, but that kind of momentum is absolutely unmistakable... What is the situation in the world you came to? "

Edogawa paused for a while, and added under the slightly vigilant eyes of others, "But if a guy like you really wants to do something, he definitely won't want to expose his true side to the public." In front of people who really care about it, so I’ll just agree with Dazai’s point of view.”

Compared with the more in-depth considerations of other members, the immature little tiger's attention is obviously shallower, "So, Mr. Dazai in another world really has a lover?"

Seeing that he was about to write the words 'There is really someone who can see Mr. Dazai' on his face, Buteizai almost didn't hold back, "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Yu Xieye Akiko was a little more direct, she said suspiciously, "Isn't it by deception..."

"That's not true." Dazai immediately denied the other party's statement, bent down slightly, and rubbed me affectionately, "Xiaoqi and I are obviously destined lovers~"

"Do you guys still believe in such things as destiny?"

"Of course." Dazai said with a light smile, "destiny... After all, only things that are truly destined to happen can be called 'destiny', right? Since an event is bound to happen, then calling it destiny why not?"

What he said was extremely cryptic, but the implied meaning was clearly that 'only things that conform to his will and develop according to his ideas' are the real 'destiny', otherwise that thing would not have happened at all.

"If this is not destined by fate, then I will engrave it into the trajectory of destiny."

When Dazai said this, it was almost audible in the Armed Detective Agency, but the more I thought about it, the more something went wrong, I couldn't help clenching my fists, and asked him politely, "Well, since you can count everything, I can consider the others to be accidents, but why am I getting smaller? There is no reason for this at all, right?"

The other party got stuck immediately, and held my hand very quickly, looking at me with those kite eyes full of tenderness as if he didn't hear what I said, clearly intending to seduce me Confused, intending to make me completely forget the question just now.

At this time Wu Zhenzai said coolly behind him, "Is this easy to understand? You don't usually like to ask him to help you with errands? But if it is in a place that is completely unfamiliar and becomes smaller due to an accident, Don't you just have nothing to rely on except him?"

Although Dazai's face changed the moment Buteizai opened his mouth, and he obviously wanted to say something, I covered his mouth, and directly cut off the other party from using any words or words. The secret language transaction blocked Wu Jingzai's way.

After listening to him finish the whole story, I gently called out to Dazai, who was already sweating, and said with a smile in Chinese, "You are dead."