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Ding.

The phone rang, and Osamu Dazai, who was communicating with Kurodabei, paused strangely when he heard the ringtone.

Realizing that Osamu Dazai might not want others to be present while viewing the information, Kuroda Hei makes an excuse to leave in due time. "The preliminary damage report is out, I'll go take a look."

Osamu Dazai didn't stop Kuroda Hei from dodging, he moved his fingers slightly, finally sighed secretly, and took out the mobile phone from the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

It's not his, but the number that Reiji Tsukishiro lost in the gravedigger case and has not yet reached the automatic cancellation time limit.

In the temporarily vacated room, Osamu Dazai leaned back in the chair alone, rubbing his fingertips on the black reflective screen.

In the dark screen, it seems that there is a Pandora's box hidden, and there is no turning back when it is opened.

Osamu Dazai slowly entered the password and unlocked the lock screen.

In the upper right corner of the small envelope logo, a "red dot①" is quietly poked out.

A text message lay quietly in the inbox.

Sender: Matsuda Jinpei.

Osamu Dazai had a calm expression, but he didn't click on it directly.

After about a second or two, he hummed softly and opened the letter.

【Reiji, I like you. 】

After a long while, the phone screen automatically turned off when the time limit was reached, reflecting Osamu Dazai's tightly pursed lips.

The fiery and straightforward love words are like confessing the soul naked in front of others.

Unfortunately, the wrong object was chosen.

If Reiji Tsukishiro receives a text message...

Osamu Dazai's pupils became darker, and his only expression disappeared.

He believed that the text messages were all from Matsuda Jinpei's heart, and the other party hadn't considered what a text message before his death meant to Tsukishiro Reiji.

Sending the wrong number was an accident, but it was an accident that was most beneficial to Osamu Dazai.

His eyes settled on the delete button, and the waves in Yuantong's eyes were higher and higher.

Kuroda took the time to re-enter the door, he couldn't deduce anything from Dazai Osamu's eyes, so he picked up the topic just now.

"About the proposal to lead the team with Dazai-san—"

"Is Matsuda Jinpei still alive?" Osamu Dazai asked casually.

The sudden change of topic caused Kuroda Hei to react for a moment. His eyes dimmed, thinking about the deep meaning of Dazai Osamu's change of topic: "The five policemen working at the well end today are all buried in the rubble."

"Really." Osamu Dazai roughly understood the situation of Matsuda Jinpei sending this text message.

Regardless of whether Matsuda Jinpei was intentionally being "White Moonlight" or not, he would never give the other party another chance.

Kuroda Hei was annoyed by Dazai Osamu's attitude of turning a blind eye, but he had no position to criticize. After all, even the fact that Hayase Ura Takuhiko was an undercover agent of the organization was informed by the other party to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Matsuda Jinpei is not dead." Dazai Osamu did not delete this text message after all, but let it lie quietly in the read letter, "Both posts were posted by Matsuda Jinpei, in other words, the cracking was successful ——Can you locate the computer at the end of the well?"

"Impossible." Kuroda Hei shook his head. The host with the highest authority had been buried in the ruins. Other than that, no one could locate the host at the wellhead.

Osamu Dazai stood up, with cold eyes, "Matsuda Jinpei can't die, rescue him first."

Kuroda Bingwei frowned, the rescue plan should be formulated by a special rescue team.

It's not that he doesn't want to save Matsuda Jinpei, but will rashly raising the priority lead to the death of other policemen who can survive?

"In exchange," Osamu Dazai looked down at the burly man with sharp eyes, "I will bring Reiji Tsukishiro back on the third day from now."

"24 hours." Kuroda Bingwei kept his expression on the surface, but secretly probed.

The Metropolitan Police Department has the case-handling methods of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the public security has the methods of public security.

Kuroda Bingwei is confident in rescuing Tsukishiro Reiji, but the problem is that they need time, and the people can't afford to wait.

Osamu Dazai was so sure about saving lives that Kuroda Heiwei couldn't help thinking deeply about the other party's position in the whole incident.

Originally, due to the close contacts between Dazai Osamu and Tsukishiro Reiji, and Fukuzawa Yukichi's recommendation, out of trust in the latter, Kuroda Heiwei slightly relaxed his vigilance against Dazai Osamu.

Facts have also proved that Osamu Dazai has no idea about the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and is relatively in a neutral position.

But Dazai Osamu's words made Kuroda Bingwei realize that even Tsukishiro Reiji, who is more important to Dazai Osamu, is just a pawn on the chessboard for exchange.

Facilitating the cooperation between the police, the FBI and the CIA, rescuing Matsuda Jinpei, and even connecting with MI6... What is Osamu Dazai's goal?

Is the other party's defection to the port mafia really a defection?

Kuroda Hei couldn't stop thinking about it, but the most important thing right now was Reiji Tsukishiro, who everyone was paying attention to.

He added, "If he cannot be rescued before the public opinion is completely fermented, there is no point in cooperating."

Kuroda changed the concept secretly. Anyway, the Metropolitan Police Department pretended to be dead for one day, and it was also pretending for ten days.

Since the second post was issued, the heat of the incident has suddenly risen to the level of national attention.

The reason is very simple, the first post can still say "conspiracy theory", and the second post involves a special person - Reiji Tsukishiro.

For a long time, Tsukishiro Reiji has been included in the police reports of one major case after another.

From an ordinary high school student to a college student, after two years of accumulation, to a certain extent, in the eyes of the public, Reiji Tsukishiro is bound to the image of a detective,

The detective represents light, and unlike the Metropolitan Police Department, which has a government stance, he symbolizes a kind of pure justice.

The most important point is that Reiji Tsukishiro is extremely low-key, and has never used the identity of "detective" to hype, and everyone even tacitly does not bother him.

In the second post, the black organization's plan to invade Japan by infiltrating Yokohama was repeatedly interrupted by Reiji Tsukishiro.

Just like the exposed task records.

- Gin Target: Seriously Injured Osamu Dazai

Failure/Reason: Third-party intervention (corrected to Tsukishiro Reiji)

-Bourbon/Scotland (Corrected to Metropolitan Undercover) Goal: Assist drug entry

Failure/Reason: Port Mafia Intervention (Corrected to Reiji Tsukishiro)

- Belmode/Bourbon Goal: Reach a cooperation with Diai Group

Failure/Reason: Tei Ai Group reached a cooperation with the port mafia (corrected to Tsukishiro Reiji)

……

More failed records with the same suffix as the reason.

It can be said that the appearance of "Tsukishiro Reiji" in the second post directly ignited public opinion.

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai replied indifferently, not being fooled by Kurodabei's bluff.

Although in fact, he also hopes to rescue Tsukishiro Reiji as soon as possible.

In a deadlock for a while, Osamu Dazai simply ignored Kuroda Hei, took out his phone, and clicked on the first post on the hot trend:

[Take a look at Yuecheng's action trajectory, compare it with the failure record of the second post, and try to prove that Yuecheng Reiji has been fighting terrorist organizations alone since his sophomore year or even earlier. 】

Seeing the title, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows. Netizens were always on the front line of eating melons. In just one hour, even Reiji Tsukishiro's trajectory was compared.

【#1: Put two comparison pictures on the first floor. Based on the timeline of Yuecheng, we all agree that the coffee shop poisoning case in the second year of high school can be regarded as the debut case of the male god.

Coincidentally, in Bourbon's mission record, there happened to be an operation on the same day, and it was successful.

However, due to the vagueness of the action record, I picked up all the reports on the poisoning case a few years ago, including discussion posts on the Internet. Finally, I found a personal blog that said, "Although there was a case that destroyed the afternoon tea, but watching Arrived a super handsome blonde black skin!"

Blonde with dark skin, fit Bourbon's description.

The time base has been determined. Starting from the poisoning case, Yuecheng's goal of participating in the case is extremely clear, to destroy the terrorist organization's actions.

...]

Osamu Dazai turned the page downwards, skipping the long analysis in the middle to see the end.

[...Last weekend, in the live broadcast of Rimai TV Station, Yuecheng was pointed at guns by mobs.

At the time we thought it was the remaining members of the bomber, but now that we think about it, it's probably just another terrorist organization threatening Moon City.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that from the sophomore year to the sophomore year, one of the biggest worries should have been the age of entering a higher school and falling in love, but Yuecheng had long since faced the danger of his life and fought against the terrorist organization alone!

Yuecheng once said in the text interview that he is not a detective, he is indeed not a detective, because he is a fighter!

He lives in the sun like us, but his soul struggles in the dark.

And now, Bourbon is actually threatening Yuecheng in broad daylight!The terrorist organization was so arrogant that it blew up the Metropolitan Police Department!

I can't help but wonder, can the Japanese police really protect the citizens? ? ?

Please the country give us and Yuecheng who trust the Metropolitan Police Department an explanation! 】

The number of reposts of this post has reached a terrifying 300 million times. You must know that the total population of Japan is only 2000 million.

"A total of 32 people have petitioned with their real names, and the number is still rising." Osamu Dazai saw the post owner's righteous indignation towards "Bourbon", and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"I guess you agree to my request," Osamu Dazai looked at Kuroda Hei, "For various reasons, there are many prime ministers who have issued ultimatums to the Metropolitan Police Department."

The armed detective agency cannot be involved, the port mafia cannot be used, and the firepower hole of the confrontation organization can only be filled by the Metropolitan Police Department.

So Osamu Dazai asked Kuroda Hei for a team.

Kuroda Hei's expression froze, he didn't expect Osamu Dazai to know about this.

It is useless to delete the post now. Deleting it will only ignite the rebellious sentiment of the masses. The situation has fermented so fast that the Prime Minister's approval rate has been greatly affected.

And that is the real reason for the urgency of this case.

In other words, at this juncture, the Metropolitan Police Department only cares about whether people can be rescued.

"48 hours." Osamu Dazai pretended to make a concession.

This is also the time limit he set for himself.

The hidden piles buried need time to ferment, during which Osamu Dazai was sure that Reiji would not be harmed.

"Okay, we will give priority to rescuing Matsuda Jinpei." Kuroda Hei stood up and rushed to meet with the FBI and CIA to discuss cooperation matters.

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[For two full days, it was hilarious how the FBI was forced to act.

#1: Shuichi Akai (Rye)'s task list is full of "my own people (Americans)", so who the hell is Takashi. ]

[How did Kuroda Hei trust the team to Dazai Osamu? !

#1: The team promised to go out is a mixed formation of the two countries, not to mention the hot potato that is not easy to lead, and the actions are still limited.

#2: The main thing is that the Metropolitan Police Department moved slowly step by step, definitely not as fast as Dazai.

Now Toru Amuro is definitely unable to contact the Metropolitan Police Department. In the beginning, Kuroda Hei knew that the person was robbed, and he was only a little earlier than the netizens. ]

[Li Tao, can this wave of Dazai uproot the winery.What about the support of chaebols and politicians?

#1: The main bases of the winery are the Three Kingdoms, Japan, the United States and the United Kingdom.Yinghao said that after he was promoted, McCaus must have wiring, after all, he is an ancestral control freak.

Japan and the United States are difficult to deal with, but it is simple and simple, just cut off financial support.

Judging from the actions of the winery, the chaebols did not support them unconditionally, so the winery needed to find its own way of making money.Sometimes Gin even needs to go out in person and threaten to make money.

Scientific research is burning money, not to mention knowing everything about Japanese and American political circles, isn't it all about money.

If the Metropolitan Police Department and the FBI are clever and find a way to start from this angle, the division of the winery will not be a problem if it persists for a long time.

#2: Makes sense, the logical chain is very clear, Reiji has cut off so many sources of income for the winery in the past few years, the winery must not be rich, if the three countries make a move together.

No money = no weapons for the action team + no funds for the scientific research team = limited action + no results for scientific research = no angel investment from the chaebol = gg]

[I only care about one thing, Matsuda, what did you say to Reiji!

#1: Me too, and sneakily.

Full of flag feeling, Matsuda "confessed" his true feelings at a critical moment, when Reiji saw the text message, Matsuda became a white moonlight.

#2: Don't make up your mind about ls, Matsuda was rescued the same day, lying in the ICU, not life-threatening, Bai Yueguang daba, woke up and confessed to her face! ]

Comments flashed past one by one, and there was a sharp tinnitus in the brain, louder than louder.

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't know the game at the Metropolitan Police Department, let alone what Matsuda Jinhei's text message said.

He lay on the freezing cold floor, trying to clear his head.

Dizziness, sourness in the empty stomach, how long has he not eaten?

[On the same day, Zhenping was rescued], indicating that it is at least the next day.

Tsukishiro Reiji breathed a sigh of relief.

The whereabouts of the text message is not difficult to guess, he still has a mobile phone number, out of some commemorative significance, and a little luck, Yuecheng Reiji did not cancel the mobile phone number.

After all, the canceled mobile phone number will re-enter the number selection system after a certain cooling period and become someone else's new number.

Realizing that Matsuda Jinpei might have pressed the wrong button, Tsukishiro Reiji decided to seek help from unconventional channels to determine the whereabouts of the phone after the matter was over.

Intelligence houses or hackers or something?By the way, is the intelligence office responsible for this kind of intelligence?

Not long after Tsukishiro Reiji woke up, footsteps came from his ears.

The person in charge of monitoring him noticed that the effect of the medicine had worn off, so he stood up and called Gin or Belmode to report.

"The effect of the medicine...is getting shorter and shorter...the next time it will be transferred to...important..."

Tinnitus and distance affected Reiji Tsukishiro's hearing, and when he heard fragmented words intermittently, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The organization is going to continue injecting him with medicine?

The sharp needle pierced the skin again, and with the injection of the medicine, ghost images began to appear in front of Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes.

Characters twisted and changed one by one, bombs, flats, blood, Dazai, etc. appeared one after another and were drawn into the black hole.

His breathing became short of breath, layers of cold sweat oozed out, strands of silver hair stuck sticky to his face.

The potion forcefully interrupted Reiji Tsukishiro's thoughts, and when he reached a certain critical point, his brain was cut off suddenly.

The thick heels of the shoes on the concrete floor echoed in the empty abandoned space.

The visitor walked up to Reiji Tsukishiro, stopped, took a look, and said nothing.

Then came the second and third, with chaotic footsteps, not as steady and regular as the first person.

"Korn is dead." Chianti finished speaking in a hoarse voice, indifferently, lit a cigarette, and pouted at Yuecheng Reiji, "Will you take him with you in the next transfer?"

After she, Cohen, and Rye were cut off, Belmode and Toru Amuro had other tasks.

But the stronghold was exposed faster than expected.Tiaozi rushed up like a dog smelling meat.

With the information exposed, they completely lose their edge.Countless pairs of eyes stared at them and reported them, and the whole city was under martial law from light to darkness.

Gin ignored Chianti's complaints, and pressed the call button——

"Bourbon and I got the information." Belmode said unhurriedly, "It seems that the police have made up their minds this time."

The evacuation of Japan is imminent, and everything the organization has in Japan can be discarded, except for scientific research materials.

"Everyone knows that the police are targeting him. If the BOSS insists on taking him away," Chianti narrowed his eyes, the redness at the end of his eyes was tight, "Why don't you dismember him and take him away?"

"The target is small and easy to scatter, we just need to meet up in America. He's not going to die anyway, is he?"

If they hadn't had to send out a small team to take Reiji Tsukishiro, it would not be difficult to escape from Tokyo.

Chianti thought his proposal was a good one.

The atmosphere was strangely stagnant.

"Good idea." Belmode's distorted voice came from the other end of the phone, "However, how can you ensure that the dismemberment does not exceed the upper limit of recovery."

"Parts of a body are of no use, Chianti."

"Don't be serious, Belmode. Since you don't take my suggestion..." Chianti pouted, "Okay."

"Ready to transfer." Qin Jiu pressed the phone off and said coldly.

When the smoke between his fingers was half burned, Belmode said, "How do you think the matter will end?"

Toru Amuro's eyes turned away, the fear and fear brought about by Chianti's proposal still remained, but it did not affect the brain's immediate countermeasures.

"It doesn't make sense." He indifferently bypassed Belmode's temptation.

"Looks like it can't be you." Belmode snorted inexplicably.

//

"Is there really no problem?" The cameraman in charge of the live broadcast repeatedly confirmed with Osamu Dazai.

You must know that this is a live broadcast. With the total budget of several program planning, Nichimai TV bought the exclusive live broadcast right to rescue Tsukishiro Reiji.

And it is only the copyright of the webcast.

As for who to buy from?Of course it was the one in front of him.

The photographer couldn't help but sweat for himself. The Metropolitan Police Department won't allow live broadcast of the rescue. What if the rescue of the hostages fails?Wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the Metropolitan Police Department?

But Osamu Dazai dared to sell.

If Tsukishiro Reiji was awake, he would probably see the manga's speculation about Osamu Dazai's sudden interest in making money.

[Laughing, Mori Ogai used to hit him with more than a billion yuan, but he didn't want it, and now he goes out to make a little money by himself.

#1: A man who has a family to support doesn't need to earn more. ]

[Three sweeping robots broke down in one month, the money is not enough. ]

[Want to invest in immigration to register for marriage? ]

The photographer didn't know whether tonight would be a grand and blunt ending, or another disgrace for the Metropolitan Police Department.

After all, the TV station is not at a loss.

He looked at the number of people squatting in the live broadcast room, 20.

After just posting a message, 20 people bought it, and the photographer let out a long sigh of relief.

If he can't get the value of the funds spent by the director, he will leave Nikai TV station tomorrow.

The photographer comforted himself, and glanced at Osamu Dazai who was out of place—a man in a camel-colored windbreaker among a group of well-equipped special police officers, and even the photographer himself wore a bulletproof vest at his own risk.

"Is it really okay?" He couldn't help asking.

"When the time comes, just stay away from them and find a place to shoot." Osamu Dazai raised his chin at the special police, "If you get too close, you might die~"

"Uh, okay..." The photographer heard the unreliable words, and his palms were sweating a lot, "Wait, how did I get the rescue scene?"

The director Qian reminded Wan Wan that the most important thing is to be the first to take a picture of Reiji Tsukishiro being rescued. Just by grabbing this first-hand picture, they can get countless views.

"Of course I brought him out." Osamu Dazai gave him a strange look.

The car stopped at the place Osamu Dazai said.

"The two of you go around to the hidden door on the right side of the house, and the three of you attack from the front..."

After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he asked casually, "Do you have any objections?"

silence.

In the first few actions, those who had opinions were slapped in the face by the man in front of them. Instead, they followed suit without thinking, and the task ended smoothly.

After a second pause, several people shook their heads in unison.

"Okay, let's get started."

The first shot rang out, and the photographer found a hidden corner to shoot carefully.

Osamu Dazai waited for them to come and fight for a while, aiming at the opportunity and walking around the hail of bullets.

In the narrow passage, Osamu Dazai met a tall and beautiful woman.

"You're here." Belmode held a lady's cigarette under his fingertips, not surprised.

The red lips parted slightly, and the white smoke ring rose up, blurring the vision.

"Original version, blocking positioning." Dazai Osamu threw her a hard drive, and then threw another one, "First-generation artificial intelligence, maybe you can try to talk to 'Karasuma Renye'."

These two are the latest research results of Hiroki Sawada, who just moved from Italy to Japan.

Tsukishiro Reiji's overflowing kindness can always lead to good things.Osamu Dazai thought.

If it wasn't for Sawada Hiroki, he wouldn't be able to give Belmode what she wanted.

After all, technology cannot be achieved by tricks anyway.

Belmode raised his eyebrows, doubtful: "What level of AI?"

"Karasuma Renye's voice, thoughts, and even his ambition, unwillingness, and anger... everything that was read and recorded before his death is all in it." Osamu Dazai briefly explained.

But this is just a rough version and won't grow on its own.

Hiroki believes that an AI that cannot grow is not AI.

He was very dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's request of only semi-finished products, but Osamu Dazai himself was very satisfied.

Make Renye Karasuma into a real AI... Is it possible to make another black organization plus?

When the item arrives, the transaction is completed.

Belmode didn't say much.

Although Reiji Tsukishiro was replaced with the original program and AI technology that shielded positioning, Belmode did not regard his behavior as a betrayal.She was only loyal to Renye Karasuma from beginning to end.

It's just that other people don't care, and gin is not so easy to fool.

The person under her care ran away, and if she was held accountable, she would have to find someone to take the blame——

Belmode took out the small women's pistol and sighed inwardly.

And she also had to be injured in the "confrontation", otherwise it wouldn't make sense.

Picking a place that doesn't affect the action, muffled gunfire rang out.

hiss--

I always feel that my hands are more painful.Belmode let the blood drip to the ground.

After all, the will of the current "BOSS" has long deviated from Renye Karasuma's original intention. Having tasted the sweetness of power, resurrecting Renye Karasuma seems to be no longer important.

Even Karasuma Renye herself, that is, the program, was re-encrypted by that person and used as an organizational data archive...

Belmode thought it was funny, but Renye Karasuma would never have imagined that for the chosen heir, he was no different from the "mobile hard disk" raised by Rum.

"There is an FBI and a CIA outside the secret door. One is ambushing at the corner on the left, and the other is behind a tree." Osamu Dazai was afraid that Belmode would not be able to beat him, and he was afraid that she would solve it too quickly after reporting, "Remember to leave some traces of the battle. .”

"Hmm." Belmode glanced at Osamu Dazai who was walking in, and flashed a smile of unknown meaning.

Now everyone in the world knows Dazai Osamu's weakness.

Osamu Dazai walked through the long secret passage, and as expected, he saw Rena Mizumu.

As the female anchor of the radio station, Keir's identity information was completely exposed. The organization vaguely intended to get rid of the other party, so Belmode pushed the boat along and kept Keir to take the blame for her.

And for Kiel, that is, Ekai Hondo——

"Congratulations, Ms. Hontang, for the finale today." Dazai Osamu glanced at the secret door behind Kiel.

Rena Mizumusa's pupils were dim, since she received a text message from Osamu Dazai, including how she escaped from the organization, she has been clearly calculated by the other party.

Everything is going according to the other party's plan, it's like a devil controlling people's hearts.

"Bermod escaped?" Mizuna Rena only heard a gunshot outside, and Belmod's high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground hastily.

She thought to herself, to force Belmode back—Osamu Dazai's body skills are stronger than expected.

Osamu Dazai did not disclose Belmode's deal to Reina Mizumu, and only said to her at the moment: "The battle is concentrated in the front yard."

The implication is that whether he joins the battle to reveal his undercover identity, or presses the button for later use, it all depends on Mizuru Nai herself.

Of course, Belmode would blame himself for what was wronged by others, and Rena Mizumu knew that too.

Soon, she made a decision—it was only one if she could catch one.

Rena Minzumu drew her gun and nodded to Osamu Dazai.

Her identity is only a constraint to the organization, and right now she is giving up both ways.

"He's inside, and the effect of the medicine is about to wear off." Rena Mizumu finally said what Osamu Dazai wanted to hear the most, "He's fine, but he hasn't woken up after being injected with medicine for the past few days."

What she didn't say was that Chianti's proposal to "dismember and repackage" was actually considered by Rum.

After all, bringing people back is the top priority, regardless of form or form.

Naturally, Gin would not comment on the organization's decision. No matter who else stood up to oppose it, it seemed inappropriate at this critical juncture.

The last person to stop him was Belmode.

Rena Mizumu still remembered glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, and seeing the dark and cruel intent in Bourbon's eyes.

Now that I think about it, Belmode's actions may have an inexplicable relationship with Osamu Dazai.

Rena Mizumu disappeared into the night, Osamu Dazai suppressed all superficial smiles, left a few shallow fingerprints on the door with his fingertips, and the dust stained his plain white bandages.

As the secret door opened little by little, he finally saw Reiji Tsukishiro.

The young man was firmly tied to the seat, his head was drooping deeply, his beautiful silver hair lost its luster, and the strands of it were gathered together, like a silver gradation that had been rolled in the mud, dirty and pitiful. .

Osamu Dazai stood still in front of him, squatted down slowly, raised his head, breaking through the thin shadow cast by his silver hair, and stretched out his hand to Reiji Tsukishiro's cheek.

After not eating for two days, the soft flesh on the young man's cheeks disappeared.

Dazai Osamu rubbed his chapped lips with his fingertips, the rough touch, and traces of blood spilled from his dry lips.

The cold touch could not warm Dazai Osamu's fingertips which were also temperatureless.

He heard Reiji Tsukishiro panting lightly, which seemed to be in pain, and the eyelashes trembled weakly, once, twice, and finally opened with great effort.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and chaotic and beautiful halos bloomed in clusters in front of my eyes, shaking like lights.

Tsukishiro Reiji felt throbbing pains in his brain, and his nerves throbbed.

He didn't know the time, he couldn't feel the space, he could only vaguely feel that the rope in his hand was untied, and then someone loosened the cloth covering his eyes for him.

"ended."

The hair sticking to his cheeks was carefully brushed aside, Tsukishiro Reiji opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to see Osamu Dazai before he heard a few words from his opened and closed lips.

End, end, Tsukishiro Reiji struggled to understand the meaning of these two words.

Before he could calm down his shortness of breath, whoo-bang!

The bomb exploded outside the window, as if it were daytime, Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't help turning his head to look, his eyes that hadn't seen the light for a long time were stung by the flash, and he blinked in embarrassment.

The long-lost furry touch came from the neck and shoulders, Tsukishiro Reiji was gently encircled, he tilted his head, and it was Dazai Osamu who was holding himself tightly.

Together with him, Osamu Dazai looked at the long-lasting flames outside the window, and rubbed his cheek: "The fireworks for you."

"Dazai... cough cough," how can anyone use bombs as fireworks.

Tsukishiro Reiji was amused by Osamu Dazai, but the vibration in his chest caused an increasingly severe headache, and he curled up in Osamu Dazai's arms uncomfortably.

Those misty eyes were clean and clear, Dazai Osamu gently wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes.

"The transnational hunt has been finalized, and it is only a matter of time before the organization is destroyed."

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded while choking, he learned about Dazai Osamu's deal with Kuroda Hei from the comments, and guessed Dazai Osamu's general plan.

He unconsciously grabbed the corner of the camel-colored windbreaker, and stared at Yuantong, who was close at hand, in a daze.

Osamu Dazai didn't need to bother planning these.

Dazai Osamu's eyes reflected the flames intertwined with gunpowder smoke, and he thought of that text message, which cast a cloud over the beauty in his eyes.

"Although it's a bit of a predicament—"

Osamu Dazai pushed back his drooping hair, and covered up the dark eyes with gentleness.

"Reiji, let's date."