When Furusawa Senjima really didn't plan to ask, and he didn't have any intention of exploring, Nakahara felt irritated.

This tangled feeling clearly reverberated in my heart, and became a question that I wanted to blurt out, but they were stones thrown into the lake, and finally weighed heavily on the bottom of the water.

"No, Qiandao, I still want to solve it myself," he didn't know what emotion manipulated his body, and suddenly spoke, resisting this act of being helped, "Don't meddle in this matter in the future, I will solve it myself." ”

Furusawa Qiandao was stunned, but he didn't ask, but nodded seriously, "Since that's the case, it must be that Nakaya feels that there is a very hidden/secret content...... I see, it's up to you. ”

“…… Don't you ask something? He hesitated, but there was no need to ask, and he knew what the reason was.

- Because Qiandao has always respected anyone's decision, and as long as there is a reason to convince him, he will not interfere much.

"Isn't that your decision? You've already read what is written in it and still told me so, so I don't need to do anything more. Furusawa Senjima also said with bright eyes as he expected, "I have always believed in Nakaya, and naturally I don't need any reason to explain to me." ”

Moreover, he himself was afraid that there would be some inexplicable clues running out after the investigation...... He couldn't guess where Nakahara Nakahara of the Intuition Department would also notice, to put it simply, after the previous drunken accident, he was a little worried now, and planned to observe for a while.

Zhongyuanzhong, who didn't know what else was going on, also heard such an answer, and his heart was a little mixed, but he was still glad that the other party said so.

Now that the investigation has a clear direction, Zhongyuan Zhong's understanding of the strange abilities in his body has increased a lot rapidly, but it is limited to the understanding of some of the unnecessary content of the god "Desolate Tyrant Tu", and it is up to him to distinguish between the true and the false.

At the same time, there is news about what happened in the center of the bowl street, and more or less different versions of the rumors began to appear, starting with a military base accidentally leaking some chemical agent, and then adding Yokohama's local characteristics of the supernatural person, which became the most familiar version of Furuzawa Senjima - the captured hater, full of pain and resentment, attracted Araba to appear and sacrifice himself to him, causing this seemingly unexpected explosion.

I won't go into detail about the circles in the middle, during this time, Furusawa Qiandao really didn't inquire and explore anything related at all, fixed in the bookstore, his own territory, and occasionally went out to help some members deter the enemy and obtain benefits, full of gray daily life.

However, Furuzawa Senjima is now gradually reluctant, and instead of aggressively eliminating the offenders with the intention of shock, even if they are rescued, they are more inclined to sneak them away and then destroy most of the enemy's goods and transport vehicles to create a chaotic gap.

Part of the reason for this was that he realized that the use of his abilities might be very limited - the sudden fever was not an accident before, and after several attempts, it seemed that as long as he experienced a relatively large number of target landing points in the battle, this situation would appear the next day.

Although the current sheep are still weak without powerful alien abilities, at the request of Furuzawa Qianjima, at least the weapon in his hand is no longer a terrifying-looking toy, and he will no longer stand stupidly when it is time to run, and the eldest child of the leader will run directly if he lets him run.

If you really give this group of children some time, they might be able to become one of the most famous organizations in Yokohama.

And he is fifteen years old from Nakahara Middle School...... It's this year.

Furuzawa Senjima looked at the remains that stood tall not far away, and the semi-circular pit under the feet of the towering building looked like the eyes of something, looking at the whole of Yokohama towards the sky.

"Do you vomit ......," he muttered, but he saw a bright light surging in the distance in the distance, familiar explosions and black flames rising up, filled with fear and wailing, and took away all life in the vicinity.

The wind swept by the sea, wet and cold, and the violent sound of the wind made people feel a buzz in their ears after listening for a long time, and a few remaining grains of black dust gradually fell from the air and drifted to the head of the pale man sticking out of the window.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai seemed to feel something, and went from staring down at the buildings downstairs to looking up at the glare of the daylight above him.

"Dazai, it's dangerous to stick your head out of the window like this." Mori Ouwai took time out of his busy schedule to remind, "If you want to open the window to breathe, you don't have to run out half of your body, right?" If your arm goes numb, it will fall off, and you will hurt your eyes if you do it. ”

The man who was preached didn't know if he listened, so he obediently shrank back from the window, stood in front of the window and turned his head to look at Mori Ouwai, and said, "I want to go out." ”

Mori Ouwai looked up and looked at him a little puzzled, "Okay, you don't have to report to me if you go out to play, Dazai." ”

"Eh-I thought you were under house arrest in the port mafia during this time, but didn't you?" Osamu Dazai replied with a flirtatious attitude, pulling up the black coat draped over his shoulders.

"Of course not, why does Dazai feel that way......" Mori complained with a tired and aggrieved face.

"It's so boring, I thought you'd use this way to make me have a nervous breakdown and die, and ......," Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, "and I don't even have time to try a new way to commit suicide because I'm under house arrest!" ”

That's why there's no house arrest at all.

Mori Ouwai sighed, "Didn't you buy a book before?" If you're bored, why not take a look at it to relieve boredom? ”

"After all, if you want to convert theoretical knowledge into practical experience, I think it's better to find an opportunity to take time out to watch." The young man in front of him said confidently, not feeling that there was anything wrong with the idea of taking advantage of the opportunity to run around.

He didn't challenge the port mafia's ability to find people early, and he thought that he had already given face to the newly appointed leader, and as for boredom and the like, he was just thinking about when the other party would kill him.

- After all, he is the only witness to the authenticity of the will entrusted to him before the old leader's death, and anyone will do it if he unloads the mill and kills the donkey.

On the contrary, it is even more strange that there is no action.

Osamu Dazai stared at Mori Ouwai with those dark eyes, silent, and no one could see the emotions in his heart at this time.

"I didn't follow your plan to be a witness in the first place."

Mori Ouwai put down the work in his hand, crossed his hands, and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Well...... Don't be in such a hurry, it's just not time yet. ”

Osamu Dazai gave him a blank look, "As a doctor, it's not difficult to give me any lethal drug." ”

It's just going to be delayed until now...... I guess there's something he needs to do in the future, does it have anything to do with the recent strange explosion? It doesn't matter if you don't deal with it, it doesn't have anything to do with the port mafia at the moment, and it's not just you who can do it......

Ah, yes, it's just enough to drive, forgetting that this uncle is now the nominal leader of the port mafia.

Thinking so, Osamu Dazai let out another long sigh, and looked at him with a more resentful look in his eyes than Mori Ouwai, "Does cheating on a child give you any sense of accomplishment, Mr. Mori." ”

Even at night, the blackout curtain on the top floor of the port mafia building is tightly covered, and the moonlight outside cannot shine into the office, so in order not to interfere with the work, only a small number of lights are turned on, and some corners cannot be illuminated at all.

The warm yellow light was in the man's hand, and half of his face was clearly visible, as if with a soft smile.

"But doesn't Dazai hate pain? I'm thinking about how to reduce your pain. He said, his burgundy eyes in the dim light made it impossible to see the hypocrisy underneath, "Speaking of which, why have there been more and more explosions/explosions recently?" ”

"That's a lot of this every day." Osamu Dazai didn't want to talk to him.

Mori Ouwai lowered his head, lay back on the back of his chair, and continued to complain, "Obviously, I have worked hard to maintain internal stability, but there is still an organization that wants to tear something from the port mafia that has just removed the stubborn disease at this time, but it is not good to fight against so many people so blatantly at this time...... If only there was a way to secretly deter those people. ”

In the final analysis, it's still a calculation, and the port mafia that is in a hurry to hire people lacks the most is a good person with abnormal abilities, but organizations with such good things don't bother to be with the mafia at all.

"In that case, Mr. Sen, you might as well hire killers to kill some of them."

As soon as Osamu Dazai's words fell, he felt a piercing gaze come to him.

"Dazai, what are you kidding, which organization is targeted by the port mafia hired killers today, and tomorrow this matter will be known to all of Yokohama," he said, frowning in feigned distress, "Countless rumors will be the best excuse, I don't want to bring down the organization within a few days of sitting in this position, and how can I explain to the previous leader after I die." ”

The black-haired leader of the Order stared blankly at the ceiling hanging above him, and the dim light above him was so dark that he couldn't see the intricate ornamentation on the ceiling.

Osamu Dazai was still silent at the window in front of him that had been opened by himself without permission.

“…… You say, if I go and recruit the soon-to-be-departed shepherd dog on better terms now, will he work for me? Mori Ou thought out.

Osamu Dazai turned around and simply sat on the ground with his back against the wall, and the entire chief's office was carpeted to eliminate the sound of footsteps, so there was nothing uncomfortable about sitting like this.

"What are you going to use to attract him?" He wasn't optimistic about the idea that seemed to be a joke.

Money? Or a position of power? Not to mention these things that even he himself has not yet grasped, do you still have to hope for the feelings between people?

Furusawa Senjima is even more difficult to pry than anyone in the sheep, and the other party's appearance of not caring about anything at all, and the person who is full of "companion" lies does not care about those so-called feelings at all.

In Osamu Dazai's opinion, even that little man is more likely to be poached than him.

Thinking of this, his mind quickly turned again, and he probably guessed what Mori Ouwai wanted to do in the future.

"So, is it really impossible......"

A sigh of regret dissipated in the room.

But give it a try, right?