[Comprehensive] Professional kill MOMO sauce

The author has something to say: This chapter is a side story, and the style of writing imitates the official novel "Dazai and the Dark Ages" by the writer Stray Dog. The plot has nothing to do with the main story, but there may be clues to the main story.

It is divided into several sections and published every chapter. As for the intervals of chapters, it is not necessarily the case.

The timeline is before the Dragon Head War, Ango Sakaguchi has not yet lurk into the port mafia, and Momomizu Hani has just applied to be demoted to become a civil servant in the archives room.

The main article will be updated at midnight tomorrow night.

Banjing and the Dark Age①

The port mafia has three principles, which are "absolutely obey the orders of the leader", "do not deviate from the organization", and "return the attack doubled".The importance is in descending order from top to bottom.

Leaving personal feelings aside, in a sense, Dazai has a higher rank than me, so he can be called the leader.

So that night, when I was taking a bath and biting an apple, I received an invitation call from Osamu Dazai. I was so scared that I almost stuffed the soap into my mouth instead of an apple.

Dazai's cheerful voice came from the phone: "Yo, MOMO-chan, I need your help with something very important. Come to BarLupin." In an instant, "he's going to die again" came to my mind. "Anyway, he won't be looking for me to die in love" and "If I don't go, will he be fed with the newly invented dark food tomorrow".

After hanging up the phone, I threw the rest of the apple core into the trash can, and then washed off the foam and wiped off the water on my body.

When changing clothes, I hesitated, and chose the black windbreaker that I wear most often, so as to cover the recoil-modified Magnum revolver in the waist holster—although I basically used it since I was transferred to the archives room. Don't get it anymore.

As I drove to the bar, I was still thinking about why Dazai asked me out.Except for torture, there are basically few things he can ask me for help. Could it be that he is pretending to be his girlfriend to pass the rotten love?

No, it shouldn't be, no matter good peach blossom or rotten peach blossom, he is the type who will not refuse anyone.But if that's the case, I've decided not to talk to him for the next three months... no, one month.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, following the ghostly glow of gas lights, I walked under a red neon sign.Pushing open the door of the bar, the purple smoke floating in the shop reached his chest.When I walked down the stairs, Dazai was already sitting in front of the bar, playing with the wine glass with his fingers, not drinking any wine that came, just watching without saying a word.

I guess, if the cup contained soda water mixed with detergent, he would drink it without blinking.

"Yo, MOMO-chan."

Dazai said happily.

I greeted him with a smile, the bar cat jumped off the seat, I sat down next to him, the bartender didn't ask anything, just brought a glass of milk to me.

I was silent for a while, looking at the milk with some embarrassment.

"I never knew that there was such an underage drink in the bar."

"It's my special request." Osamu Dazai flicked the glass of milk with two fingers. "MOMO sauce is still underage, and there are special ingredients in it. I made it. I promise you will sleep well tonight."

"You're underage too."

I pushed the glass forward, and who knows if I would be able to fall asleep after drinking what he made.

"That's really a pity."

Even though he said that, Dazai didn't show any regret on his expression.

"So, you called me out tonight just to try out your new invention?"

"No." Dazai lowered his voice, his expression became mysterious, "Momo-chan, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

"what? 』

To be honest, I don't believe in ghosts and gods.For those who lick blood with a knife, ghosts are far less treacherous than human beings.

"Would you like to play ghost hunting?"

He seemed to see what I wanted to say, and shook his index finger. Just as he was about to continue speaking, the bell rang when the bar door opened.

"Oh, here we come!" Dazai turned his head, saw the newcomer, and waved, "Here, here!"

"Mr. Oda?"

I was a little surprised to see the man coming out of the smoke.