[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

"Miyin-chan, Miyin-chan, how did you do it just now? You can be sure it's not a supernatural ability~"

"...Shut up! I can't tell you!"

"Oh……!"

We sat in a speakeasy and looked at each other.

Yokohama is really too messy, two minors blatantly appear in this kind of place, and no one even asks a question.

After leaving the sidewalk in front of the Hong Kong Building, Osamu Dazai led me through the streets and alleys of the city, leaving enough guiding clues until dark before entering the bar named "Lupin" on the second basement floor .

I opened my half-moon eyes and looked at the guy beside me who was smiling softly: "Drink, smoke, perm your head, well, you don't need to continue to light up the last two skills... Let me say, what kind of decadent MADAO uncle are you!"

"Huh? Won't you have a cup of Miyin sauce?" The young man lay on the teak bar, looking happy like a child returning from a day trip to an amusement park. Because of the light, his iris-colored eyes sparkled and showed a transparent light. brown.

I didn't want to waste my brain cells trying to figure out why he was so happy, so I turned my eyes back and looked down at my phone... There was no news: "No, I'm afraid my liver is not enough. A glass of soda, thank you." I looked up at the bartender, and probably hit I haven't returned to Leibo Street yet, so the story behind has not kicked off yet.

"Who is Mi Yin-chan waiting for news? Boyfriend?" The slender fingers stretched out, and I put away the phone faster than him and stuffed it into the sleeve of the priest's uniform.

That's right, we two minors, one wearing mafia standard equipment and the other wearing priest's undergarment hakama trousers, sitting together in a dimly lit speakeasy is like some weird combination that has broken through the dimensional wall.

I didn't answer his question, but stared at his long coat for a while in amazement: "Let me complain, how did you manage to run so far without losing the coat, and just sew it on the shirt?"

"Want to know? Miyin-chan, you can try to see if you can take it off~"

He leaned close to my ear with an ambiguous voice.

The muscles around the bartender's mouth twisted violently, turned around with great professionalism, took a glass, filled it with ice cubes, poured water, and put it in front of me: "Please use it."

I know he must be thinking something like "the teenagers nowadays are really amazing".

...Who told you that you must be a boy if you wear men's clothes, can't you be a handsome girl paper!

Wait, is my point wrong? ?

"Oh, thank you." Pushing away the face of a certain underage, I held the cup and sipped slowly with a straw. The slightly sweet drink won my heart, "I have to send you back to Hong Kong later. Is the building... all right?"

"No problem, after all, the most difficult step was easily solved by Miyin sauce." He poked the large ice ball floating in the cup with his hand, his hair was messed up on his arm, and he looked very lazy. Unmotivated, "It's really great to see Mi Yin-chan. In order to repay this surprise, I have to take it seriously."

"I always feel that the words that come out of your mouth cannot be understood according to the normal word order..."

I looked up at the wall clock on the wall: "What time do you leave?"

Osamu Dazai still narrowed his eyes lazily: "At midnight, the most appropriate time is when the night is darkest."

"All right, you have the final say on your own affairs." Anyway, I don't care.

He paused, turned his head and said in a very serious tone: "Is it really okay to trust me like this? I'm not afraid to trick you into a trap and catch you easily... Well, as a rare species, Mi Yinjiang~"

"Oh, I don't mind~" I am also curious about where a dead spirit can be locked up.

The black-haired boy suddenly sat up straight and raised the wine glass in his hand, speaking cheerfully, "For this trust~"

I don't know what he was thinking, but he didn't refuse the kindness and also raised the glass of soda water: "For trust."

There was a crisp sound as the glasses collided together.

The clock struck zero, Osamu Dazai stood up and walked out. I was dumbfounded to find that this guy had no intention of paying the bill at all. The bartender looked over eagerly... I could only bow my head, pick up the bill, pay the bill and leave. .

Walking out of the bar, the streets of Yokohama are rare and clean.It seems that Mr. Doctor has already cleaned up the mess, at least I haven't seen anyone shooting wildly with weapons unscrupulously.

Hmm... People who study medicine seem to be pretty amazing... Huh?I seem to know a good doctor like this somewhere who can turn the tide... I don't remember well, forget it...

The young man next to him walked briskly, and I was particularly dissatisfied with the half of his head that was higher than mine. I stared at his feet for a long time before turning my eyes away.

Dazai Ji's joyful voice sounded: "Miyin-chan is thinking about something impossible again?"

I glanced at him sideways: "I was thinking about where to cut off a piece of you."

"Is it less painful to die?"

"It will be more painful than falling into the frying pan."

"Oh, forget it then."

"Ha ha."

We walked towards the port while having a boring slobbering battle, and walked along the main road with surveillance, and soon a group of people hiding in dark alleys followed - if we don't let them follow up, these people may be Should be deducted wages.

"Is Mi Yin-chan scared?" He slightly turned his head to look at the people in black who were following them diligently, his eyes became dark and gloomy.

I said "hehe": "What's so scary?" I'm a dignified artifact afraid of living people?

If you say it, don't you lose face!It's not some hellishly popular ghost story.

"Hey, Mi Yin-chan, will you trust me no matter what? Even if you put a gun to your head?" He seemed to be confirming something, I looked up into his beautiful eyes and replied seriously: "Your credit is not yet bankrupt. As for the description Instead of worrying that I don't trust you, it's better to think carefully about what excuses to avoid my revenge afterwards. That's all right!"

"Let's try it."

Satisfied, he stretched out his hand and hooked my shoulder, his fluffy hair rubbed against my ear, and then the cold and hard metal hit my head.

Someone held my body to avoid falling before I fell down, and then there was the sound of the car engine and tires rubbing against the ground frantically, and I was carried into the back seat of the car and drove all the way towards the port.

...Well, just take it as a free ride, so as to save yourself the trouble of leaving.

Damn Osamu Dazai, he's acting anyway, so can't he hit it lightly!

The car stopped after walking for a while, and I continued to pretend to be unconscious and was taken all the way into the elevator. After the upward feeling of overweight was over, the elevator opened, and the warm fragrance and the touch of heavy silk greeted me.

No need to guess, this must be the big sister in red.

"Oh, Dazai-kun is back, did you enjoy your day?"

Big sister's voice is so nice!

The voice of the boy above sounded like a baby: "Of course I had fun playing, Miss Hongye, and brought back a friend. Where is Mr. Mori?"

"The leader and several seniors are waiting for you, follow me."

The scent drifted away, and the person holding me followed me all the way to the room where a murder had just happened in the early morning.

The smell of Lysol in the room has not dissipated completely, I was thrown into a chair with a backrest and armrests, and then cold water was splashed on my face, and a smelly bottle with a strange smell was sent to my nose. I just ended the stage of pretending to be dead, slowly opened my eyes and looked around in a daze.

The doctor in a white coat was sitting opposite me, the big sister in red was standing behind him, Osamu Dazai was squatting in front of me with a smile, and several other people were hiding in the darkness without even showing their faces.

Hmm... Although I didn't show my face, but a bald hairstyle is basically hopeless. In the future, I will be able to recognize who has appeared just by the degree of reflection.

The doctor opposite me showed a perfect smile of kindness and kindness, and folded his hands in front of his face: "This lady. My surname is Mori, Mori Ogai, and she is an ordinary doctor. I am currently sitting for various reasons. Regarding the position of the port mafia boss, I have some small questions I would like to ask you."

The last person who said he was an ordinary drug dealer would turn into a gorgeous one. Do you think I will believe you!

"Um...excuse me?" I looked around with a confused expression, "Dazai, why did you bring me here?"

The boy squatting in front of me tilted his head and made a cute gesture: "I really want to know how many surprises Ms. Oda can bring us."

Why are you here too!My surname is not Oda!

The figures in the darkness couldn't hold back their discussions, and one of them scolded: "Don't play dumb, the leader must have been assassinated by you! Tell your superior, maybe you can die less painfully."

Of course I can't admit it, obviously I didn't do it!

"Huh—? Uncle! You have to use evidence for what you say. How could a weak girl like me assassinate your boss, even the former boss."

Another black shadow couldn't help threatening: "Don't pretend, even if you have the ability to hide from the eyes of those guards, you still can't escape the surveillance. You must have used a different ability, so only this black-haired boy can get you Caught here. I advise you to be honest, or you will have to ask your friend to have a good chat with you."

Well, the tone and momentum are astonishing, and the murderous aura is so full that it can overflow.

Too bad it doesn't scare me.

According to the old man's character of "killing everything", the possibility of surveillance in this room is infinitely close to zero, so these people must be deceiving me.

There were five adults in the room. The big sister in red was clearly on the side of the doctor, and the other three hiding in the dark were a fence-sitter, and the two who spoke out were supposed to be supporters of the deceased.

I lowered my eyelids and trembled all over, and made a helpless voice like a poor little abandoned on the side of the road on a rainy day: "I really didn't do anything, since there are surveillance cameras, you should check the surveillance cameras to find the murderer! I just came from another place. How do you know that the mafia is not a mafia, just want to sneak in and steal some information..."

The room suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the man in the dark smiled lightly: "It's such a coincidence, you stole it from the former boss, do you think our port mafia will believe your nonsense?"

Uh... that's right, what I said was nonsense!

The last person who hadn't spoken out spoke up: "Let's try to believe it... Since you said you didn't assassinate the BOSS, then the BOSS must have died in someone else's hands. You see, if it wasn't for you... how could it be?" who?"

"..."

Not to mention whether the stray cat Osamu Dazai will be skinned or not, even if Mr. Mori has the ability to quiet Yokohama in a day, I will never tell the truth.

I was silent.

The metal sound of unbolting the safety of the gun sounded, and the black-haired boy on the opposite side practiced his vision. The cold metal tube was pressed tightly against my forehead without any hesitation.