[Comprehensive] Confession Mask

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At noon the next day, Chinatown.

After following Chuya back to the base of the port mafia early on, and having a small meeting with Mori Ogai, Mishima, who was very hungry, dragged Chuya to Chinatown and tricked him into buying himself a fried dumpling set.

And Zhong Yuanzhong was not hungry, he just held the button and watched Mishima eat with satisfaction.

——According to the report with Mori Ogai today, it seems that the frequency of attacks on citizens and subordinates in various places in Yokohama has increased again. Yesterday Mishima was subdued by the Armed Detective Agency. The monster in the shape of a half-raccoon is always accompanied by a gust of wind when it appears, and the power of the gust of wind is powerful enough to kill humans.

But the current "black man", according to Mishima, seems to have been taken back and imprisoned by an armed detective agency.

I don't know if there is any result of torture.

As for Mori Ogai, he has already given permission to investigate Fiaba, and if he encounters any specific enemy during the mission, he can directly attack without caring about the organization, capture him alive according to the situation, or kill him if he can't.

Because the enemy has already posed a serious threat to the law and order in Yokohama - one after another, the port mafia massacres and murders are even more an insult to their family.

"At least if we can capture 'one' alive for interrogation, we should be able to get more information..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also played with the buttons and propped his chin and said so.

"If you want to live, why don't Mr. Nakaya simply ask the Armed Detective Agency to 'borrow'?"

Mishima swallowed the hot and delicious dumplings, blinked his beautiful and clear eyes and asked innocently.

However, just like his performance in the past few days, just hearing the "Armed Detective Agency" in Zhongyuan, he naturally thought of the existence that made him quite disgusted. I saw goose bumps all over his body, and shook his head again: " If I get rid of that bastard Qingmao, I might as well lie in ambush on the street all day to catch new prey..."

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"That's the way it is, even if Zhong Ye begged with his legs crossed in tears, I wouldn't agree~"

And just when Zhongyuan Zhongya was speaking angry words, a pleasant voice joined Mishima and Zhongyuan Zhongya unexpectedly, and Mishima, who was eating steamed buns seriously, looked up and met with Osamu Dazai made a line of sight exchange.

"Yo, beautiful lady, we meet again~"

Dazai bent down quite familiarly, and extended his right hand towards Mishima Yusae friendly, wanting to shake hands with her.

But this time, Mishima Yusae, who is very polite, did not extend his hand to Dazai for a long time, but ignored Dazai's hand extended to her without a trace, and then rejected him with a friendly smile. : "Good morning, Mr. Comic Book."

"Oh, I'm really sorry about what happened last night..." Dazai glanced at her ambiguously: "I really owe Miss a favor. Oh, by the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Osamu Dazai. You already Did you hear what the dwarf next to you said?"

"Yuke Mishima." Her lips, which were painted with bright red lip gloss, slowly curved into a beautiful arc.

"Then Miss Mishima, what kind of repayment do you want?" Dazai looked at her with still ambiguous eyes.

"Oh, then see if Mr. Shiya wants to borrow from your detective agency..."

"Forget it Mishima! We don't need the help of this bastard!"

Before Mishima finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Nakahara—then, as if unwilling to breathe the same air as Dazai Osamu, he pulled Mishima's wrist without saying a word, and led her out of the restaurant in Chinatown , leaving Osamu Dazai in place.

And Mishima Yukao didn't have any objection, just followed Chuya Nakahara obediently as he walked farther and farther, stopped by, and spoke with a smile: "Mr. Nakaya really hates Mr. Dazai."

"That's natural. In my dreams, I hope that guy will choke to death!"

"Is this way of death a little childish?"

"...whatever you say!"

When Nakahara met Osamu Dazai, his IQ dropped to zero, and he only knew how to speak angry words, while Mishima Yukashi looked at him with a smile, then tilted his head and sighed with a chuckle: "But maybe you have a good relationship because you often quarrel. Prove it."

"Huh?!" Nakahara Chuya paused, and after confirming Mishima's words, he vomited out all the food he ate last night.

——The kind that really vomits.

And Mishima Yusae put his hands behind his back and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a smile, touched the brim of his suit hat, and heard accusations from Chuya Nakahara within three seconds without any surprise.

"Are you out of your mind?! Let me tell you, if you let me hear that kind of thing again, maybe my supernatural power will go berserk. Let me tell you, that bastard and I have no mutual hatred Dai Tian..."

The boy in the red-haired top hat chatted endlessly about the history of his previous fight with Osamu Dazai, but as he was talking, he suddenly saw an ominous silver-colored figure passing behind the white-haired girl.

And the sharp silver blade pierced straight towards Mishima's slender neck!

"Dangerous, Mishima!"

Nakahara Chuya's pupils shrank suddenly, and without a word, he pulled the white-haired girl behind him, and then activated his supernatural power at the very moment, and knocked his heavy fist down on the dark air mass——

And almost at the same time that the pitch-black shadow was hit, Nakahara also noticed that the sky above Yokohama, which was originally clear and blue, turned blood red unconsciously.

The blood color replaced the entire sky, and the black shadow that was hit by Zhongya actually got up with difficulty after falling to the ground, and raised the huge scissors in his hand, without saying a word, smashed the surrounding lampposts and buildings. And so on one by one cut short.

The people screamed everywhere, and Mishima, who was hiding behind Nakahara Nakaya, listened attentively, and seemed to hear a few intermittent syllables from the monster's mouth...

"hair……"

"cut……"

The monster crawled forward, and then raised its hand to cut short the long hair of the people passing by. Although those actions were avoided by the people, if anyone is not able to dodge enough, the next second will definitely be the one who takes the lead and will be cut short. come down!

Seeing this situation, Nakahara, who was standing in front of Mishima, also had a serious expression on his face, and looked back at Mishima to confirm the identity of the enemy habitually: "... Mishima, is this a strange story again?"

"I think...it's a strange story called 'Fat Cut'." Mishima replied in a low voice: "According to the legend, this strange story is full of interest in suddenly cutting off people's long hair from behind."

"...Really, it really sounds like an annoying monster." Nakahara Zhong also locked his eyes on the trajectory of the monster's movement. The nausea from meeting Osamu Dazai just now was still there, and he was full of desire to destroy it at this moment. impulse.

"But being there when I need it is a huge help!"

Therefore, Nakahara Chuya, who is always polite and gentle, unexpectedly raised a nasty arc at the corner of his mouth at this moment, and took off his suit jacket and stuffed it into Mishima's arms, and raised his hands full of fighting spirit ——

"Mishima, just stay where you are and watch, don't interfere!"

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