Special investigation report from Yokohama

In a slightly awkward silence, Hong Yao waved his hand to finalize the menu: "Put less crab roe, and follow the instructions in the first issue."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai protested loudly, "Why? Is this what I ordered?"

"Because you are still underage, children will not grow tall if they don't eat well-you don't want to be shorter than the rest of you forever, do you?"

"Ha, how could that kind of thing be possible..." Osamu Dazai knew his own routine best, and he had been in rare health for a few days here at Hongyao!Since the remaining Dazai can grow to 181, it means that his genes are absolutely fine!

But the swords did not listen to him.Hirano carefully asked the interrogator if he wanted some supper, and Yan Rong laughed and asked Hirano to bring him one too.In the first phase, Yizhen smiled and listened to their conversation, while thinking about the supper for his younger brothers, Dazai Osamu's voice was drowned in the noise like this.

Until there was another chaotic "I'm back" at the door.

A group of small knives who had made great achievements poked their heads out from the door, and when they saw the people in the room, more than half of the knives obediently called out Brother Yiqi.Seeing Hong Yao regaining health, the group of daggers were a little over excited.Amidst the chirping of children, the young man, wearing his signature sand-colored windbreaker, swayed slowly at the end of the line.

Dazai and Dazai met their eyes.

The smiles on the lips of the two Dazai disappeared in an instant, and the young man felt that his facial muscles were being pulled, and raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips in doubt.

How could he lose control of his expression in front of this group of strangers?

However, at this moment, no one will answer his doubts, and everyone has already discussed the issue of dinner lively.

"I'm going to help in the kitchen, you go to the dining room and wait, don't disturb the master here." Yiqi Yizhen said and walked out, "My brothers and I are leaving first, and your supper will be delivered soon."

"No, I'll go to the restaurant to eat later." Hong Yao smiled, "After being bored in the room all day, I really want to go out for a walk."

"Then, we will make proper preparations in advance." Of course, Yiqi Yixin would not refute the thoughts of the judge, and responded with kindness.

"But but, before that—" the older Dazai squeezed into the crowd, and staggered the younger Dazai who was about to run away with an innocent face.

Yan Rong laughed and held the young man down: "Come on, boy, leave the kitchen to them, you and I can clean up the dining room together."

Just as he was talking, another batch of swords came back. Jin Jian stepped on the high-tooth clogs and rushed to the front. Seeing Yan Rong's movements, he thought it was some kind of fun game, and rushed up with a cheer: "I'm coming too——"

"let me go!"

Dazai finally squeezed in front of the table: "——I think there is another place, the young lady definitely wants to visit."

…All in all, that’s why red medicine is sitting in convenience stores these days.

"I haven't eaten from a convenience store for a long time." Hong Yao held a cup of hot milk and watched Dongfang gradually pale, and couldn't help feeling emotional.

Osamu Dazai opened the tab of the canned coffee: "Oh?"

"Everyone in Honmaru is very good at taking care of others. I basically don't have the chance to eat instant food. Last time I came here with Xiaoyin...cough." For the same reason, she didn't have much chance to practice her cooking skills either.

"However, I am taken care of by the master more." Hearing this, Chichi interjected with a smile, "Master, like everyone else, is very good at taking care of people."

"Brother..." Xiwan hesitated to speak.

Although the words are true...but it is not something to be proud of being taken care of by the master!

"Well, well, I also did my duty. In this kind of place, my brother is too rigid."

Xiwan looked helplessly at Hongyao, Hongyao smiled and waved her hand, expressing that she didn't mind.The two brothers will come and go out like this every few days, how can Keimaru's view of family relationship that "a qualified younger brother will be bullied by his elder brother" be more reasonable than Hikiri.

"So what are you planning to do by bringing me here?" Hong Yao changed the topic back to the main topic.

He said it mysteriously, but in the end it was just an ordinary convenience store—even though he knew that Osamu Dazai's plan would not be so simple, Hong Yao was still very curious about what was in this normal little convenience store that made him I didn't sleep in the early morning and dragged her over for a drink.

"Although the store is normal, and the boss is also normal," Osamu Dazai shrugged, "but occasionally we welcome one or two special guests."

"Are you right, Monsieur Dostoevsky?"

As soon as he opened the door of the convenience store, the young man heard such a sentence from a blind spot in his sight.He widened his eyes in a little surprise, and murmured, "Wonderful."

Dostoyevsky made no attempt to escape, and even his gaffe was limited to that brief word.He walked into the convenience store and closed the glass door politely, like an ordinary office worker who came to buy breakfast.

Hong Yao thought for a while, then put down the paper cup in her hand.If I had known that she would have chosen coffee like Osamu Dazai, drinking milk and facing the devil who schemed against her, I always felt that I didn't have any momentum at all.

...Although drinking canned coffee and facing the devil is not very imposing.

Maybe it was because she only cooperated in this operation, and didn't have much sense of directly confronting the devil. Therefore, Hong Yao was not very nervous when facing this Russian who was more intelligent and close to a demon.She turned her head and looked at the young man wearing the Cossack cap with a little curiosity.

The last time we met, it was just a quick glance on the wall.At that time, she was in a hurry to take Osamu Dazai away, and she didn't even make eye contact with the mastermind behind the scenes. Looking back now, she can only think of a vague figure.This face-to-face contact allowed her to carefully observe this guy who was messing up the wind and rain in Yokohama.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky." Red Yao called out his full name thoughtfully.This other-world counterpart of the writer she has always liked very much, obviously also has a certain quality that the writer has revealed between the lines.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Dostoevsky's voice was soft and low. "I have admired you for a long time."

Red medicine: ...

Whenever you change a place, you always change a person.

She sarcastically said: "The way you express your admiration is to kill me?"

"That was the worst trick I had to do," Dostoevsky sighed sincerely. "You know that it is an unforgivable crime to kill such a charming lady like you."

"Miss," Osamu Dazai interrupted suddenly, "There is no need to talk to this kind of person. Anyway, the lady is already very tired, how about calling the Secret Service Section to deal with it?"

This time, Hong Yao rejected him: "No, I'm quite curious about Mo Renjun's thoughts."

"My...?" Dostoevs repeated the word.Staring at Hong Yao with his eyes that seemed to see through everything, he laughed softly.

"Yes, yours." Hong Yao didn't blink, "For example, why did you do this? Spiritual power is more versatile and more lethal than most supernatural powers, but my life is still beautiful. These You can see it, so, do you still think that eliminating all the supernatural powers in the world will make the world a better place?"

Dostoevsky looked at Hong Yao with a gentler look, almost staring at Hong Yao with horror.He didn't reply softly until Kagemaru on the side almost drew his sword, "Yes, ma'am. I think so."

"I see." Hong Yao nodded slightly.

As soon as the words fell, Dazai Osamu raised his hand impatiently, and signaled to the Secret Service staff ambushing outside the window.

At this moment, Dostoevsky held out his hand to the red medicine: "Would you like to say goodbye, ma'am?"

Before the words fell, a white light flashed.

When everyone reacted, the Taidao had already returned to its sheath.The young man with pale blond hair was adjusting his gloves slowly, half of his body was splattered with blood, making his golden pupils that were not like human beings extremely terrifying.

However, he still had his usual gentle smile on his face, and with one hand on his chest, he leaned towards Dostoevsky politely: "As a small interest in the opponent's initiative, I will take this arm first." down."

Fyodor, who was missing an arm, was pressed to the ground by the swarming Special Forces of the Secret Service. He cut his mustache and drew his knife without warning. The Secret Service took him out quickly, fearing that he would make another move.

Fyodor himself seemed to feel no pain, and smiled softly.When he was taken away from Hong Yao, Hong Yao faintly heard him muttering: "God has no retribution..."

God has no retribution, so he chose to make himself a god.

Hong Yao lowered her eyes, the milk was already cold, she did not intend to drink any more, got up and left.The secret service officer was still standing at the door, seeing the person behind her, hesitantly called out: "Mr. Dazai..."

He wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask.

"Yeah, it's Ango...Congratulations on getting out of prison?"

"It's just an internal investigation, so it's not jail at all." Ango Sakaguchi complained subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that it was during working hours, "Then, we will take the devil away, Miss Hongyao, Dazai Jun."

People from the secret service department came and went like a tide. Hong Yao looked at the bright sky and smiled softly: "Let's go, go back. At this time, it's about time for Xiao Karasuma Hall to come back."

Pushkin, the owner of the "community" power, was captured, and the "devil" Dostoevsky was imprisoned, but this does not mean that this matter is over.Don't forget the red medicine. Today's Yokohama still has a Dostoevsky from the world next door.

"But he's actually not the point." Osamu Dazai was in the castle tower, lazily analyzing the situation for her, "The most important thing in this devil's heart is his world, since Miss..."

Speaking of this, his face collapsed: "Anyway, the devil's attack on Miss this time also has his temptations. After seeing Miss's ability, he will not do anything to you until he confirms that his world is safe and sound. Something. Now there's another problem—"

"What?" Hong Yao asked following his words.

"Of course it's that gloomy impostor! That person went to the port of Mafia. Bao Buqi reached a cooperation with Mr. Mori and got away with it. Since he has failed the young lady's trust so much, I think we should send it as soon as possible just in case. He was arrested and brought to justice..."

Dazai Osamu is really talented in finding happiness for himself.Hong Yao answered dumbfounded: "That's not the point, is it?"

Rather, knowing that he found Mori Ogai made Koyaku feel more at ease—Mori Ogai might have wanted to do something to her in order to maintain the status of Mafia at the port, but after realizing her importance, he would instead be One of the most protective of her.

After all, he—and even the entire port of Mafia—is also inextricably linked to the Fallen Sword and the Retrograde Army.For the sake of Akutagawa Gin and Dazai, Hongyao let the past go, something happened to her, and another person may not have such a good temper.

Osamu Dazai muttered something vaguely, he couldn't understand what he said even with Hongyao's hearing.When asked again, Osamu Dazai refused to speak again, but remained silent for a long time, and reluctantly suggested: "Take Atsushi, miss. He can help."

Ok?

"Miss is planning to go to that world." Osamu Dazai sighed, "Since it was 'I' who set up the game, I can guess a bit... Well, anyway, take Atsushi, he can help busy."

"The detective agency..."

"Don't - worry - worry -, I will convince the president."

"That's good." Hongyao nodded, and realized that Osamu Dazai's mood was not too high after nodding.

The reason is not difficult to guess: "Did Dazai not agree with me going?"

"If I nod, can Miss stay?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them showed somewhat surprised expressions.The kite and black surprises collided, and the two avoided their sights as if their eyes had been scorched by sparks.

Before Koyaku could answer, Osamu Dazai changed the topic as if nothing had happened: "Well, I probably guessed what that guy was doing in Mafia at the port. Just let me know before you leave, you can use your mobile phone these days." Can you contact me?"

Koyaku blinked blankly, and watched Dazai Osamu leave the room in a "fleeing" attitude.

"Did Dazai-kun treat me..."

"what?"

"...Worried too much?" Hong Yao mused, "It was just an accident last time, and I wasn't that easily hurt—isn't he the clearest about this?"

The attendant Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at the judge, and also pondered for a long time: "I think it should be more than this reason."

Hong Yao nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

It should be a sufficiently emotional reason to make Osamu Dazai so emotional.Hong Yao vaguely felt that she had touched a thread, but the truth hidden in the mist was always close at hand, making her unable to grasp the shape.

That might have been a surprise—Red Yao could only guess.Because, even in the face of such completely ignorant concern, her heart was already bursting with joy.

The author has something to say:

Red Potion, Schrödinger's Straight (×

I wrote the plot very well, but the emotional line is really stuck qaq

Think about it a little bit, you can pretend you didn’t see it

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In fact, Dazai has a big problem with emotional feedback, but it is red medicine that has problems with intimacy.At about the same age as Dazai's gangster, she has already taken up the post of God Judge. It was also mentioned before that she has almost lost contact with the original world after taking office. Now all the interpersonal relationships are constructed in the war, which is not very suitable for a peaceful environment. .

In addition, there is not much distance between the god judge and the sword, as can be seen from the game voice, like the teasing like meow, the stable knee pillow, and the tortoise shell...cough.In short, the mutual frankness between the swordsmen and their masters, I am afraid that many lovers and even couples cannot do this.In this case, the feelings of swordsmen such as family, friendship, monarch and subject are mixed. The red medicine as the center of the arrow is actually unclear or unnecessary to distinguish. Anyway, it is the friendship of the main sword.

So she could feel that Osamu Dazai was special to her, but Osamu Dazai himself was also special - Hong Yao's friendship with him was no less than that of a sword, but he was a human being through and through.Therefore, she can only infer that the specialness of emotion is due to his special identity based on rational experience, and cannot draw conclusions about this special emotion based on perceptual experience.

(To sum up, my original PlanA has failed to kill myself and support myself, and it is unlikely that PlanB's red medicine will be awakened by itself, so I am going to PlanC to find assists. The next chapter is about assists. You can guess who it is.