I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Osamu Dazai calculated very well. From the perspective of the black organization, Reiji Tsukishiro is undoubtedly closely related to Hong Kong black.

Now that the organization is exposed, they will undoubtedly have to weigh it if they want to confront the port mafia.

He will not attack Tsukishiro Reiji easily.

He never expected that Rum did tell Toru Amuro, who was monitoring Reiji Tsukishiro, to act cautiously, but he did not inform Gin.

The red dot disappeared, like it was just a momentary blur of his vision.

Putting a hand on Reiji Tsukishiro's shoulder, he turned his head to see that it was Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Osamu did not look at him, but glanced coldly at the best sniping point.

[Uuuuuuuuuu finally saw Ma Ma's two big babies in the same frame!Family members, look at Zai Zai's sharp eyes, this is not true love!Zai Zai to Ma Ma Chong! (Like 6w)

#1: Gin aimed at Zai, Zai was indifferent; aimed at the little detective, Zai glared at him madly.

#2: Let's just say, this man has double standards on himself, and he can handle it. ]

[Amuro Toru can't live up to it! ! !Bought a hundred comics and voted without mentioning them, how will people know you like them if you don’t mention them!Promise me, A will go up! ! ! (like 5.7w)

#1: I'm not happy to pay that set silently now, Bourbon! ]

[Sihasha, I knocked gin for a second x Reiji, the forced love of a violent killer and an indifferent detective! (Praise 1w)

#1: Friends, this is not fun. ]

A commentary with a unique style of painting floated by, and Reiji Tsukishiro knew that it was the audience wearing pink filters.

From the 800-meter-thick filter description, he extracted effective information——

Gin wants to kill himself, Osamu Dazai warns Gin?

He felt a sense of astonishment, the young mafia obviously didn't even care about his own life...

No, why did Gin point the gun at him again?

He didn't do anything!

[Gin is about to shoot, don't wow qaq. ]

Tsukishiro Reiji's heart tightened suddenly, but a hand covered his face, and he pushed back.

His center of gravity was unstable, he took a few steps back, and bumped into an embrace lightly and delicately.

It was pitch black in front of him, and the heat transmitted through the bandages calmed down a trace of anxiety and panic in Reiji Tsukishiro's heart.

[Boyfriend power max! (like 552)

#1: The bullet passed by Dazai's hand.

#2: Baby Reiji give Zaizai a whirr—]

Is Osamu Dazai injured? !

Tsukishiro Reiji's heart tightened.

He groped along his wrist to Osamu Dazai's bandaged hand, which was scorched by bullets as the commentary said.

The bandages spread out, without obstruction, he touched the back of Osamu Dazai's hand, feeling a little cool.

"Reiji was too careless." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, as if nothing happened, ignoring that he was almost hit.

Why did Gin attack him? Is it because he broke through Gin's assassination?

No, otherwise the gin would keep him out of the alley.

He knew, it was for [-] million.

"The [-] million ferry at the port." Tsukishiro Reiji said, "The ferry of the Diai Group."

The young man pursed his lips, and the lowered corners of his eyes faintly revealed his displeasure with the organization in black.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his light blue eyes were close at hand, the light refracted like a whole piece of cold aquamarine.

Osamu Dazai was not surprised when Reiji Tsukishiro accurately reported the whereabouts of the [-] million.

Di Ai Group is not a simple consortium, and the other party dared to count the old man of the group into it, it can be said that it is not bold.

"Reiji wants to settle with me?" He deliberately misunderstood, and his puny cat eyes raised, "It's really cunning~"

"Sneaking is prohibited!" Osamu Dazai glanced at Gin provocatively.

In the scope, the contemptuous eyes of the young mafia are particularly irritating.

Qin Jiu paused as he retracted his gun, and resolutely fought back.

Slightly, the brand new magazine is inserted into the M24.

[As expected of you, Osamu Dazai...]

Eh?

Tsukishiro Reiji was grabbed by the collar of Dazai Osamu, and suddenly went to one side.

boom!The bullet hit where he was just now.

"Hahaha~"

Osamu Dazai found the dodgeball game very interesting.

The bullets came one by two, and narrowly missed the two of them several times.

[Gin Jiu: I have never been so speechless in my life. (Like 4w)

#1: In the later stage, Master Qin is already close to venting, right?Didn't aim the gun at all.

#2: No, there is a scene where Rum texts that the situation has changed and is not suitable for confrontation with Hong Kong gangsters, and asks GIN to retreat.

#3: Isn’t Osamu Dazai provoking Gin hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ]

Calculating the time, the 5000 billion fake news should almost be sent to the Intelligence Department of the Black Organization.

Game time is over, Osamu Dazai has a good time and puts the boy down.

However, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, Tsukishiro Reiji stood still in a daze.

Osamu Dazai looks so thin, why can he still be mentioned, this is unscientific!

Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, only to feel that the stagnation of the past week was swept away, and his unstable mood became happy.

Watch the dead remnants go from barely-pretty fireworks to "tch, garbage corpses".

Aesthetics returned to normal.

"Ah, the show is about to start in 5 minutes." Osamu Dazai raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves. It's good that he doesn't have a watch, but it doesn't prevent him from counting the time accurately.

"I'm sorry—" The policeman who had just scattered and hid far away saw that the bullets were gone, and regained his courage to come forward, "Please cooperate..."

"The case is over! Ranpo-sama is going back!" Edogawa Ranpo interrupted the policeman.

These two guys are more noisy than Lord Ranpo.The famous detective felt that he had confidence all of a sudden.

The policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead, how did it end?

Not that there is another suspect here.

Policeman Shiratori patted him on the shoulder with a vicissitudes of life, "Didn't Master Edogawa say that that person is also a detective."

He still remembers the silver-haired boy, I am afraid that people will see through the scene at the first sight, and the mafia is the same, the only clowns are the police,

"How did the case end..." The policeman didn't know what happened, he only knew that Edogawa took a look at Luanbu and was about to call it a day.

"Buy Mr. Edogawa a bottle of boko soda." Officer Shiratori is obviously more experienced than him in making famous detectives.

Tsukishiro Reiji was still thinking about the comment that Dazai Osamu's hand was scratched.

When he looked over, Osamu Dazai had both hands hidden under his suit jacket, and he couldn't see them clearly.

"Hand." He sighed, thinking that Osamu Dazai, like his brother, didn't care much about his physical condition.

Osamu Dazai was startled, he didn't expect the boy to notice such a small detail.

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai stretched out his right hand to show him, the bandage broke and there was a burnt smell, and a red mark appeared abruptly from the split, which was particularly annoying on the back of his fair hand.

Tsukishiro Reiji took care of his cleanliness, and lightly supported his wrist which was still bandaged.

So detailed... Tsukishiro Reiji was surprised.

Is the port mafia still withholding the wages of underage workers?

The unraveled bandages hang down in a mess, and Osamu Dazai has been squeezed by the hoarding of work these days, and the weather is uncertain.

I didn't wrap the bandage carefully before going out this morning. I wound it a few times casually, tied an ugly knot and went out.

Reiji Tsukishiro straightened out the bandages for him, untied them again, and carefully wound them from the palm to the fingertips little by little. The bandages arranged neatly and staggered were as pleasing to the eye as the boy's stringing.

Osamu Dazai moved his fingers slightly, trying to withdraw his hand, but gave up under the serious eyes of the other party.

All of a sudden, his mind flashed back to the forum's comments on Miss Mellors—a lady with a cleanliness freak.

"Why did Reiji give Melos a cleanliness?"

It is undeniable that Osamu Dazai had bad intentions to see the boy's reaction when he suddenly exposed this matter.

Tsukishiro Reiji's brain thumped, he bit the soft flesh of his cheeks, not daring to look up at him.

Is there anything more embarrassing than the parties involved revealing the facts?No!

The silver eyelashes in front of her eyes trembled slightly as if shocked.

Ha, Osamu Dazai curled his lips silently.

Reiji's little secret was exposed by him.

[Dazai looks at Reiji's camera angle very well, clavicle! (Like 6w)

#1: Although I really want to say that it’s just because Dazai is taller, but...the camera gets me in, into the neckline! ]

[It looks like a high mountain flower, but in fact, no one can beat it... Tsukishiro Reiji, you are not crushed, whoever is crushed! (Like 1w)]

Reiji Tsukishiro wanted to take a look at the comments to calm down, but he was completely confused.

Brain shut down.

Osamu Dazai clearly saw the light pink rising from the tips of his ears, if it wasn't for the dazzling silver hair, he would have almost ignored it.

The pink petals buried under the cherry tree are about this color, and together with Miss Corpse, it is the light color of blood.

"I thought you were a clean freak." Tsukishiro Reiji struggled to piece together a complete reply with his breath.

No matter who is good, can you take him away!

The thought of watching a musical with Osamu Dazai in the future... It is impossible to describe his despair.

The young man turned his head away, still expressionless, maybe it was Osamu Dazai's illusion, a very light narrow red faintly appeared at the end of his eyes, and a trace of grievance.

Osamu Dazai stared at the disappearing blush, his eyes flickered slightly, he wanted to smash the petals and let the juice ooze into his palm.

The broken things are the most beautiful.

He took a broken bandage, wrapped it around the boy's white index finger, and tied it in a knot.

The white bandage was stained with dust, firmly enclosing the thin knuckles

Tsukishiro Reiji moved his fingers, because the knot was tight, the blood vessels were squeezed, pale and slightly painful.

Osamu Dazai lowered his crow-feather eyelashes and explained——

"I have no cleanliness."

But being in direct contact with this filthy world makes him feel like he's lost.

Osamu Dazai hated failures caused by his own incompetence.

"It has something to do with my ability."

Under the bandages, he had cut many knives in a mess when he committed suicide, and the crooked scars were entrenched on the skin, like centipedes.

Osamu Dazai hates centipedes.

"If Reiji wants to know, you can exchange it with a secret~"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes again, his black turbulence was covered by his crooked smiling eyes, his expression was brisk, and his tone slightly raised.