Special investigation report from Yokohama

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"Japan is really small, and you can only meet in such a shabby place." The tall blond man folded his arms and looked at the sea that was wider than the land under his feet. "I rejected the detective agency." I hope your news will not disappoint me, Mouse."

"Of course." The thin Russian youth replied slowly.Unlike Fitzgerald, he looked towards the city, as if he wanted to take in the whole of Yokohama: "The news of 'I' never disappoints you, does it?"

"Who knows? Rats don't have human credibility," Fitzgerald said wryly.Looking at the movements in Yokohama during this period, he also guessed whether the news about the "rat in the dead house" was true or not.But even so, Dostoevsky tricked him once with real information.

The mouse in this world is like this, let alone the mouse in front of him who claims to be from a parallel world.

But even after hearing such face-to-face sarcasm, the young man's eyes half-covered under his bangs are still calm and at ease.Looking at the brightly lit urban area in the distance, he smiled slowly for some reason.

"The so-called intelligence is not only the collection of all kinds of heresy news, but also the selection and analysis of the news. If Mr. Fitzgerald needs it, the rats in the dead house can also provide such services."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in how mice work." Fitzgerald turned around and waved his hand impatiently, "Let's solve the problem in a businessman's way. I will do the work and you will pay for it."

Dostoevsky chuckled lightly: "Mr. Fitzgerald is really a rare cheerful person. Then, please listen to your Excellency——I need the temporary search authority of 'God's Eye'. After that, I am willing to return all the property you have been taken by the 'rats of the dead house'."

The figure of the young man walked away slowly along the coastline, and Francis turned around slowly until the Cossack hat was no longer in sight.

The boy who put on the black clothes again was heading in the direction where the demon was going away, but his iris-colored eyes were out of focus.His childish face was full of undisguised weariness, and when Francis looked over, he barely raised his interest and raised his eyebrows: "I said—Mr. Fitzgerald, he trusts the detective agency a lot." Woolen cloth."

Although quite a child, this familiar face prevented Fitzgerald from thinking of him as a child.He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows like a boy: "Didn't you also choose a detective agency?"

"Everyone takes what they need, I'm not interested in going into the sewer with the mouse—" the boy changed the subject, "Now that the deal is concluded, I'll take my leave first."

"Mice are very vigilant. If you come to see me so directly, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai, who had already turned around, paused.

"Don't you understand, Lord Fitzgerald?" He turned his head and showed a bit of a nasty smile, "I just wanted them to find out, so I came here in person."

Although you can't expect a child who doesn't understand anything to deal with two demons at the same time, it is enough to temporarily divert their attention.The slim young man stood in the shadows, his head slightly lowered, thinking about his next plan.

He doesn't want to go to war in this world unless necessary.Even knowing that this world is much more stable than his world, he still has a lingering illusion all the time—he almost always feels that this world is the one that really needs to be saved.

How could a real world be so complete and perfect like a flower in a mirror or a moon in water?

or……

He raised his head and looked at the dark blue sky of Honmaru.Xingzi is within reach but out of reach, and under the starry sky, the wisteria beside her is shining like a mirage.The faint, seemingly non-existent fragrance of wisteria floats in the air, adding a bit of unreality to the scenery in front of me.

Or maybe this is just a dream, he thought.Maybe he has already gone crazy the moment he came into contact with the "book", and the struggles and ups and downs of these years are just a madman's big dream; or the world has collapsed before his plan is implemented, and the magnificent The night was just a delusion before his death; or at this moment, when his plan came to an end, everything he saw was just a revolving lantern played in his mind by his brain deceiving his senses.

... If so, then this death is too gentle.After staring for a long time, the brilliant starry sky rotated as if painted by Van Gogh. Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, relaxed his body slightly, and showed a happy smile at the silent stars.

He had been waiting for this moment for too long.

"So you are here." The rustling of grass and trees sounded at the same time as the boy's voice.The boy in the battle uniform came wearing flowers and blowing leaves. The wisteria pattern on the ribbon contrasted with the wisteria flowers in the garden.

Seeing Osamu Dazai looking over, the boy walked through the wisteria trellis, stepped on the path where Osamu Dazai was standing, and bowed politely to him: "Master wants to see you, please come with me."

The two of them passed through the wisterias that were swaying and swaying one after the other. Osamu Dazai silently followed Hirano Toshiro, feeling a little incredulous in his heart.

Since coming into contact with the "book", he has never allowed his spirit to slack for a moment.The world is already a nightmare, if he relaxes a little bit, he will be dragged to the deepest part of the nightmare, and drown without a sound, right?

That's fine too.It's just that he hasn't seen Oda Saku's novel published yet, and he hasn't been given a truly safe world yet.Even Dazai Osamu would feel dissatisfied if the plan he had poured his life's painstaking efforts into collapsed because of his death.

For countless days and nights, with this obsession, he ordered himself to tighten the last string in his mind.Up to now, it has long been impossible to distinguish whether it was reason, emotion or obsession that supported his actions. He only remembered that he had stood in front of the French windows of the chief's office on countless similar nights, thinking over and over again through the curtains. plan.

Like an evil dragon suffering from persecution paranoia, crouching on treasure that does not belong to him, treating every passer-by as an imaginary enemy for no reason-after such a long time, he will really go crazy one day Not surprising, right?This idea briefly occupied his mind, but was dismissed from his mind in an instant.

He didn't dare to leave a gap in his spirit.

However, just now, he was so weak that he doubted his own existence.

Of course he knew the reason, the atmosphere here was so good and harmonious, even the air was so gentle that it looked like Hong Yao's character - like the half of Hong Yao's character that would never be revealed in front of him.

Hirano's footsteps stopped in front of the castle tower, he leaned slightly, and knocked on the sliding door of the interrogator's room: "My lord, the guest has arrived."

"Please come in." Hong Yao's slightly hoarse voice came from the room.

Osamu Dazai walked into the room, and Hirano closed the door.The boy's footsteps were heard outside the door, Osamu Dazai habitually looked around the room, and found that the seat of the attendant, who was never absent in the past, was empty today, and only Hong Yao was sitting in the main seat in the room, with bloodshot eyes, looking at him His expression was as determined and calm as ever, without showing a trace of fatigue.

Osamu Dazai took the initiative to go over and sit down: "I'm here, Miss Hongyao is looking for me?"

"It's nothing." Hong Yao gave him a meaningful look, "I was worried that Mr. Dazai would leave without saying goodbye, so I just asked Hirano to invite you over."

Osamu Dazai was startled for a moment, then smiled wryly: "How did Miss know that I intend to..."

He still has some things he wants to do in this world, but Honmaru's enchantment is not open to him, so he can only find an opportunity to find a way by himself.I thought that no one would notice him, but I didn't expect that it was Hong Yao who saw through his plan.

"It's just a guess." Hong Yao replied, but unexpectedly, a figure with clothes stained with night dew popped into his mind.

Someone seems to like night tours too.A barely visible smile flashed across her lips: "Because if Dazai was in your situation, he would do this."

After all, they are all "Dazai Osamu" - if the "Dazai" he is facing is not him, Dazai Osamu guesses that Hong Yao will add such a sentence.He lowered his eyes slightly, didn't speak, just poured a cup of hot water and put it by Hongyao's hand.

Hong Yao was slightly surprised: "Thank you?"

She didn't expect Osamu Dazai to lower his posture like this.

"After all, I am still Miss Hongyao's prisoner," Osamu Dazai said with a calm attitude, "Then, how do you prefer to deal with me, a prisoner who tried to escape?"

Hong Yao fixedly looked at him for a while, took a piece of paper from his hand, and pushed it in front of him: "Use this."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and saw the four words "Entry and Exit Safe" written in flying and phoenix patterns on the paper, with a bright red seal underneath.

"After printing my seal, the enchantment will be released." She explained calmly, "But it can only be used once. You decide when to use it."

Dazai was startled.

"Why?" He blurted out in disbelief, and then, he slowed down his voice to remind her, "I'm now 'wearing a sin', isn't Miss Hongyao afraid that I won't come back after I leave?"

"You took the initiative to ask me to cooperate. I don't need to worry about Dazai-kun breaking the contract." Hongyao replied in a business-like manner, "The reason why I chose this time is because Dazai is not around. If he finds out, he will definitely object violently—but I believe Dazai Jun will consider our cooperation and will not do anything to embarrass me, right?"

Hong Yao's eyes didn't show any scrutiny, she really didn't think that Osamu Dazai might break the contract with her.

"...Yes. I'll be disrespectful." In front of Hongyao, Dazai put away the piece of paper on safe entry and exit, and once again admitted his ulterior motives.

The news of the leader's assassination was completely blocked by the port of Mafia, and the transactions at night did not stop at all.Atsushi Nakajima dodged a group of black suits and wandered around Yokohama along the path.

It was dark, and it was hard for him to yell in the street.It's just that he hasn't found the whereabouts of Osamu Dazai yet, and Atsushi Nakajima is worried, so he can only pick up the places that Osamu Dazai usually goes to run over and over again.

Until he saw a pure black figure on the only way back to the dormitory from the detective agency.

"Mr. Dazai?" He subconsciously called out.The figure moved and looked up.

Atsushi Nakajima had never seen Osamu Dazai wearing black clothes, and the body shape was also different from his impression, so he was ready to apologize the moment he called out.However, when the man raised his head—except for the bandage covering one eye, the face was exactly the same as Dazai Osamu.

"Ah, it's Dun." - even the voice is the same.

Atsushi Nakajima instantly became vigilant: "You are not Mr. Dazai—who are you?"