Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Even Osamu Dazai has to admit that Yokohama is a city full of disasters.

After the war, a concession was forced to be set up, the port was controlled by the mafia, and people with supernatural powers gathered without knowing it... Explosion on Radium Bowl Street, Dragon Head War... Countless disasters befall this land, making this land overwhelmed.

The first time I noticed the abnormality in Yokohama was the day when Yokohama collapsed.

The land cracked, the sky fell, the stars turned into shadows, and the sea evaporated...

The world was dismembered before his eyes.

The mist dissipated, and the disordered supernatural dragon was completely destroyed and disappeared into the air, leaving only a building wreckage that could not disappear or be restored.

"Damn it..." Zhongyuan Zhong also managed to maintain his sanity, seeing the tragedy in front of him and said angrily, "It's best not to catch him..."

"To be honest, you demolished the building next to it, Chuya." Weisu helped his drinking buddy and dragged him out of the ruins.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also annoyed: "I'm talking about the culprit, the culprit!"

"Also, Radium Bowl Street has been turned into this..."

The Central Plains, which liberated its reason, would not deliberately avoid it, not to mention Radium Bowl Street, which was originally the hardest-hit area, and even the land was affected by the fighting to the point where it was still alive.

Weisu looked around, and there were already ruins everywhere, and he couldn't see the shabby dilapidated houses on Radium Bowl Street before, nor the streets and alleys with the characteristics of Radium Bowl Street.

"Isn't that nice," Vesu said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him in disbelief: "Huh?"

"If nothing breaks, nothing can stand." Weisu took out a familiar card from Zhongyuan Zhongyuan from his pocket, "We can use the remaining 38 billion US dollars to renovate. Anyway, this place has been destroyed like this, and the government cannot refuse."

Nakahara Chuya: "...can it be done?"

"How do you know if you don't do it?" Weisu put the card in Zhongya Zhongya's pocket in a bachelor's way. "For infrastructure, I recommend planting flowers next door. They are famous for their high quality, low price and high efficiency."

"If you think this money is too hot to hold, remember to reserve a bar for me when Radium Bowl Street is remodeled."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned on Weisu's shoulder and closed his eyes: "I accept your good words."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Although you have a good atmosphere, it's not over yet," the fluffy black cotton jumped out, disappointed, "It's better to say that we're going to get down to business now, slug, you'd better recover your strength quickly, whether it's for you or For VV sauce."

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuya's ears gradually became hard to hear, and it was difficult to open his eyelids as if stuck with glue.

In less than ten seconds, Zhong Yuanzhong lost consciousness and hung on Weisu's shoulder.

Osamu Dazai raised his wrist and looked at the dial: "It's 7 o'clock in the evening, and the official performance is at midnight. The time is very tight."

"Without slugs, some people will have a headache~" Osamu Dazai gloated.

"What are you happy about?" Weisu asked suddenly, "You don't hesitate to make Zhongye so tired, and you want him to catch up with the next battle. Since you used to be Chuya's partner, you should know his strength. He You should also grasp the limit, why do you have to force him? Failure or success in Zhongye, what effect does it have on you?"

Osamu Dazai: "Straight ball?"

"Well, I'm different from people with twists and turns in their heads, and I prefer the shortest path." Vesu moved Nakahara Nakaya to the opposite direction from Dazai Osamu, "Therefore, I don't smell caring in you. smell, I won’t let Chuya do what you say.”

"Are you a dog nose?" Osamu Dazai raised his forehead, "And why should I care about slugs? Chuya is just my dog, who comes and goes when he calls..."

[kp: Weisu Psychology 201D100=? ? ]

The expression of the man in front of him was like a phantom mist, elusive, half a smile but not a smile.

[kp: Weisu reconnaissance 801D100=10 extremely difficult to succeed]

The bandage on the man's left hand faintly smelled of disinfectant.

"I can't judge the correctness of your words and deeds, so I won't draw conclusions without authorization, but," the Magnum in Weisu's hand pointed at Osamu Dazai's torso, "I can still tell whether you are 'Osamu Dazai' or not." Come out, number two."

"Osamu Dazai" chuckled: "Because you made a hole in my hand?"

"It seems that you don't intend to deny it anymore," Weisu said with a steady hand, "Then answer me, are you trying to replace the real Osamu Dazai? Number two?"

"Osamu Dazai" shook his head, and said gently, "No, I never thought about that kind of thing."

"For me, for him, this world is a rotten place that gradually oxidizes and stinks. None of us have thought about replacing anyone else to survive, it's better to say," Osamu Dazai's eyes narrowed, and his eyes focused on what Weisu couldn't observe. To the place, "Dead now is the ending that 'Osamu Dazai' expects."

"I don't understand," Weisu said bluntly, "It's as if there is nothing in this world that you are nostalgic for."

"It's about the same, but recently my thoughts have changed a little bit," Osamu Dazai showed a not-so-"Dazai Osamu" expression, "It should be said that I am lucky. For the time being, I don't want to say goodbye to this world."

"Because of Oda Sakunosuke?"

"Your sense of smell is still so keen," "Osamu Dazai" almost sighed, "Yes, I still want to see the ending of the novel written by Oda Saku. It’s not finished, so I don’t want to die for now.”

"What about him?" Weisu didn't name him, but both of them knew who "he" was referring to.

"I have inherited his memory, but it's not just his memory." "Osamu Dazai" nodded his forehead, "Here are two memories of Osamu Dazai, one is leaving the port mafia and joining an armed detective The other is the memory of not leaving the port mafia, obtaining a prop called 'book', and becoming the mafia leader's last successful suicide memory."

Weisu frowned as if he was about to fight: "Could it be that Dazai ruled him..."

"That's right, if I'm not wrong," "Osamu Dazai" showed real sympathy to someone who was not there, "The memory I inherited is only a small part of him, and what he has is countless In this way, there is a more reasonable explanation for his memory fading now."

Weisu put down his gun: "Does this have anything to do with your targeting?"

"It's not about him, it's the irreplaceable necessity of the slug in the plan." "Osamu Dazai" looked at the gradually clear vision around him, "This is not a place to talk, if you still want to know the details, please follow me with the slug on your back." Walk."

After the fog cleared, the police in Yokohama immediately blocked Radium Bowl Street, the worst-hit area.

"It's obviously an incident committed by a person with supernatural powers. Contact the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Nagase Daiki said to his subordinates while looking at the traces of explosions in Yokohama with a cigarette in his mouth.

Kurokawa: ...But this explosive model is obviously the type commonly used by Brother Nagase!

Other police officers who didn't know: "Yes! I'm going to contact the Ability Secret Service Section!"

After the contact person left, Kurokawa stepped forward and whispered cautiously: "Brother Nagase, so many places have been blasted this time, we will definitely be found out!"

Nagase Oki crossed his arms and said, "Don't worry, the Supernatural Secret Service Division won't be able to find out anything after taking over. After all, the prisoner has died on his own accord, and there won't even be ashes left."

Heichuan suppressed his voice: "I didn't mean that! The explosives you used this time have completely exceeded the weight that the superior can turn a blind eye to! There are so many houses, shops, and streets that have been blown up! Even after a battle, the smell of sulfur is very strong!"

"It's so noisy, are you Kurokawa?" Nagase Daigui put the pretending cigarette back into his pocket, "The officials and adults above have always acquiesced that Radium Bowl Street does not exist, and they are indifferent to the people here. Places like the Concession are another matter, even if Radium Bowl Street is crushed hundreds of times, they won't put any more effort into it."

"The most gratifying thing is that the casualties are not serious. It's just that a few people with supernatural powers die and it's over... It's also thanks to God's blessing."

"As for the explosives, if they are willing to go deep into the investigation, I will happily accompany them to the end." Nagase Oki looked at the small white building standing far away from the battlefield, "If that is the case, I will be arrested I will be grateful too, hum."

"Then, is the turmoil in Yokohama over these days?" Kurokawa asked naively, following in Nagase Daiki's footsteps.

"Are you deliberately ignoring the fact that Yokohama has been bombed and the passage to the outside world? Stupid Kurokawa!"

Kurokawa shrank his neck, and muttered, "Compared to the monsters I saw before, this is just an ordinary terrorist attack. It was a common occurrence before, so it can be regarded as the daily life of Yokohama..."

"Daily life," Nagase Dagui was full of melancholy, "I thought that sitting in the office every day, instructing you to run errands for me to get takeaway, and then sit down with a cup of coffee until get off work, this is the daily life."

Kurokawa: "You simply want to squeeze me!"

"Judging from my 12 years of experience as a policeman," Nagase Oki ignored Kurokawa's complaint and got into the police car. "If this is not the end of a series of incidents, it will be the beginning of even more turbulent incidents. Be prepared."

Kurokawa sat in the driver's seat: "Ready with both hands?"

"Contact the Ministry of Health and Welfare," Nagase Oki closed the car door, "apply for the National Self-Defense Force to come by helicopter, and ask them to equip automatic police microphones, body armor, ultraviolet lights, explosion-proof shields..."

Hei Chuan took a notebook and wrote down: "How many people do you want?"

Nagase Oki: "One hundred thousand."

"Ten, ten, one hundred thousand!?" Kurokawa couldn't control the words written, "So much?!"

The big ghost of Nagase knocked a big bag on his head: "You idiot! They are all Shuoshu who like to cut corners. If I quote [-], [-] is more than enough!"

"But why do you need so many people?" Kurokawa thought of Nagase Daigui's backstage, but he didn't doubt that he couldn't call these people.

Nagase Oki pondered for two seconds: "If possible, I hope they just come to sweep away the remaining monsters in Yokohama, and then help with the reconstruction of Radium Bowl Street."

"However, even if they don't want to, they have to admit that they also have the possibility of participating in the suppression of mobs."

Kurokawa Chick nodded like pecking rice, and then went to contact.

Through the car window, the night view of Yokohama is reflected in the eyes of Nagase Daiki, desolate and broken.

His voice was inaudible: "The worst case scenario is that they come to collect our bodies..."

"Brother Nagase? What did you say?"

"Nothing at all."

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