Nakahara still felt that something was wrong.

Osamu Dazai has been in odd form lately.

In the past, this bastard leader was very good at boiling, and it is rumored below that he has not slept for four years. However, Nakaya has been by his side all the year round, and he knows that Osamu Dazai will actually rest for a while...... I just don't know if I get four hours of sleep a day. And he doesn't exercise, he doesn't have the ability to strengthen his physique, and his physical fitness gradually degrades in long-term office work, and it is estimated that he is no longer as good as ordinary people.

To be honest, he was quite afraid of the sudden death of the leader when he woke up, and used his life to warn the world not to stay up late.

It's not been the same lately.

He really doesn't sleep anymore.

Ever since he raised a half-dead green vine in the office, Osamu Dazai no longer avoided him playing games, dealing with life and death every day, and playing 24h liver games. Once he clearly saw Osamu Dazai squinting and resting, the screen of the game console lit up, and a reminder popped up, and he immediately opened his eyes to touch the game console, and got rid of a young Internet addict who was addicted to entertainment day and night.

Sometimes I even get irritable for no reason, playing a game, as if I lost a war.

It looks more likely to die suddenly.

He thinks there's nothing wrong with Internet addiction, but if it's put on Osamu Dazai, it's very problematic.

There must be some conspiracy going on.

He couldn't interfere with Osamu Dazai's addiction to games, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that Osamu Dazai was abnormal, and it was when he asked him to investigate the identity information of Mizushima Kawayan.

Here's a clue.

When Nakahara was also resting, he re-examined the information he had collected related to the Mizushima River Banquet...... Still nothing special. This man died four years ago. The reason for his death is unknown, but four years ago, Osamu Dazai, the head of the upper ranks, was half of Yokohama, and a lot of people didn't know where they died.

In the past, it seemed that this was just an ordinary man, and a very poor blind man. Born in a welfare home in Tokyo, orphaned, without finding his parents, and no one adopted him because of his congenital disability, he worked in a tavern to make a living as an adult, and he lived very poorly. Nothing special at all.

Three months before his death, when he was 24 years old, he came to Yokohama when the economy was in a downturn, he lost his job, or resigned.

And because Yokohama was so chaotic at the time, a blind man who was unfamiliar with the road conditions naturally fell victim. At one point, the man was extremely unlucky enough to crash into the middle of the fight. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to survive, and he was captured and tortured by them Maifa - at that time, everyone he saw was like an undercover agent.

This is the only record he left in Yokohama.

Other materials are scattered, and there are a few blurry old black and white photos, taken by the welfare home, all standing in the corner.

Nakahara also knocked on the table and took out a black-and-white bust photo, which was the only recent photo.

It seems a bit ...... Familiar?

It's a little paste, the bangs are very long, covering a small half of the face. But...... This silhouette ......

For no reason, he reminded him of the game that Osamu Dazai played, and the CG picture in it.

Although one is a shrunken, restrained, and cowardly passerby, and the other is a presumptuous, bold young man with his hair combed up to reveal his whole face, and his temperament is different, but the contour of the jaw and the facial features of the lower half of the face are very similar.

Nakahara Nakaya: ......

It's a little subtle ha.

It is known that Osamu Dazai is inexplicably concerned about Mizushima Kawayan, a man who has been dead for many years.

It is known that Osamu Dazai has been very interested in a game recently, and he has been looking at CG repeatedly from time to time.

It is known that the CG character map is somewhat similar to Mizushima Kawayan.

Available ......

Nakahara also had a black face and collected the information that had been spread out. Then delete the conclusions in your brain and act as if you don't know.

He banged on the table and took a sip of red wine to suppress his shock.

White moonlight is such a thing, if you die, you are invincible.

Thankfully, fortunately.

He was indeed dead.

Eating Meal Replacement...... Okay, too.

……

System ......

[Aren't you quite adept? The system is indifferent, [Dear, please keep up the good work.] 】

Mizushimagawa Yanxin said that where did he have ease?

The base of his tongue was still a little sour, and who could stand the feeling of a metal object pounding inside. The thought of almost being bulleted through the back of his head made him feel sick...... It would be nice if I could find a chance to get revenge and come back.

And......

"You see I'm still wearing the 'Triple Sensitivity' debuff right now," Mizushima Kawayan remembered the events in the alley, and was particularly afraid, "I can't fight, I just got entangled with gin, and it really hurts to fall to the ground." Now that my sensitivity has tripled, I feel a stinging pain in my fingers when I touch the cold drink in the refrigerator, and if I fight, how can I stand it? ”

[Random debuff: Sensitivity is tripled]

[Duration: 8 hours]

【debuff？ The system asked softly, "I don't think so. 】

When Mizushima Kawayan heard it, and when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

Although the feeling of pain was magnified a lot, his other senses, which were already extremely acute, were also magnified, and the whole world became extremely detailed in his ears, and he could sense the cracks in it and where the cracks were when he knocked on the coffee table. He had a hunch that he would be able to destroy the wooden coffee table in the easiest way possible.

He was happy again.

System: [......] Forget it, it doesn't want to speak.

"What is there to visit in my house?" Mizushima Chuanyan's tone was sincere, "It's so messy in this house, I can't see it, so I'm a little too lazy to clean it." The house is not big, what does Matsuda-kun want to see? ”

Matsuda Jinpei didn't intend to let it go, he held Mizushima Chuanyan's wrist, and clearly felt that this person's heartbeat was accelerating. He was quite relaxed after work, but after years of police experience, he still developed a little occupational disease. After observing everything here, he was very sure that Mizushima wanted to hide it from him.

There is another person in the house, most likely the case of the abusive ex-boyfriend.

"That's right," Matsuda continued, "I'll help you tidy up, and by the way, I'll help you make dinner?" ”

"No, no, no! I just ate it at my neighbor's house. ”

Mizushima Kawayan sensed that Matsuda Jinpei let go of his hand and stood up, knowing that he had to go find someone.

Knowing this, he shouldn't have slandered Gin in front of Matsuda.

It's hard.

He even wanted the system to help tamper with reality, telling Matsuda to forget about it, even for ten minutes.

Matsuda Jinpei had already walked around as if nothing had happened, he walked around the sofa, looked at the kitchen, and very inadvertently, walked to the bedroom: "Can I go in?" "The hand is already on the doorknob. That might be rude. But compared to his own reputation, he wants to teach some violent men a lesson.

Sato went to the police before, how to teach the scumbag a lesson? Over-the-shoulder fall or straight to the point?

He opened the door.

Mizushimagawa's heart was pounding, and he almost forgot to breathe. He followed.

Gin must be well hidden.

In the not very large bedroom, there is a European-style double bed, the quilt is not folded, but it is quite flat, and there is nothing to throw away - blind people, you can't hurt yourself. On one side is a bay window, on the other side is a wardrobe, and there is a desk with an old-fashioned radio on it.

There aren't many places to hide.

"Surprisingly neat."

"After all, there's nothing to ......" Mizushima replied sneeringly.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly opened the closet.

Mizushima River Banquet: !

No one.

It's very narrow under the desk, and there must be no one.

Matsuda Jinhei bends over.

Not under the bed.

"Matsuda-kun......" Mizushima Kawayan stood at the door, holding the door frame with one hand, the backlight made his face look softer, the broken hair that was not tied up was a little explosive, and the whole person looked a little twisted, "So, it seems to ...... There is some shame. ”

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Matsuda Jinpei had already walked to the other side, opened the curtains, and saw that there was nothing behind the bay window, and his heart sank, "It has added trouble to you." ”

Can't find it. But his instincts also believed that there was indeed a hidden person.

After thinking about it, he sighed.

I'm afraid I still have to start with Mizushima Kawayan in this matter. He can teach scumbags a lesson, but he can't stay by Mizushima Kawayan's side all the time. Especially, in this situation now, it is obvious that Mizushima Chuanyan was bullied, and he had to come out to defend the goods.

He had heard that fragile and lonely people, once someone is willing to reach out, even if they are hurt and betrayed, they will be reluctant to let go of this only involvement.

"Mizushima River," he said suddenly, "you and your ex-boyfriend ......"

"Divided!"

Mizushima Kawayan was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and the whole thing exploded.

"We—We've divided ......"

He touched the wall, walked to the window, and looked up at Matsuda Jinpei.

The eyes are slightly red, and that appearance is clearly a prelude to crying.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly couldn't say anything more to ask, he sighed again, and wanted to touch a cigarette out, but found that he had no more smoke on him.

"It's me who offended today," he walked over and passed by Mizushima River, "In the future, if there is anything, you can call me directly." ”

……

Matsuda Jinhei left.

Mizushima Kawayan breathed a sigh of relief, heard the noise, and knew that Gin had come in through the window—he had just been so afraid of Matsuda Jin's casement window to see. It's also thanks to gin, there is no place to stand outside the sixth floor, and he can actually hide.

It's so exciting and tired today. He sat down.

Gin is actually not very happy, and no one likes to be forced to hide and be inexplicably embarrassed. But he heard what Matsuda said outside, his ex-boyfriend or something, and he believed a little more about what Mizushima Kawa had made up before.

At this time, I stood still and watched Mizushima Kawayan sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg curled up, and rubbing the reddened eye sockets with his hand - the more he rubbed it, the redder it became, and the tail of his eyes was a touch of crimson.

He leaned against the bay window and said in a deep voice: "You can cooperate temporarily, you must first hand over the talisman and check the authenticity." ”

“…… Good. Mizushima got up with the bed propped up and pulled out a wrinkle in the sheets, "I'll go get it." ”

He walked over to the closet, pulled open the door and half-knelt down, rummaging through it. And because the thing seemed to be inside, he had to turn into a kneeling position and bend down to probe inside.

Gin looked at his back, his gaze moving to the white nape of his neck that loomed under his hair. I saw it again, because the action shirt was pulled up a few points, revealing a thin waist, very narrow, but not a weak and slender model, with smooth muscle lines and great beauty. Further down, there is a beautiful waist and hip curve wrapped in trousers.

"What is the relationship between you and the man just now," he didn't know why he was asking, "what is the relationship?" ”

Mizushima Kawayan's search for something stopped.

"Current boyfriend?" He said in a particularly strange tone, with the tail note raised high.

“…… It's not that kind of relationship. ”

Gin didn't believe it and mocked: "Can't you live if you don't rely on people?" ”

As a result, Mizushima Kawayan half-turned his head and pointed to his face, the beautiful but useless eyes, with a little sense of confidence in surprise:

"Brother, it's hard for me to take care of myself in life, is it wrong to want someone to rely on?"

Of course, there is nothing wrong with that.

It's just that since you can rely on anyone......

Gin took a bite of his cigarette, lit it, and walked behind Mizushima River, the smoke rings dangling, blending with the color of those strands. He from the top down:

"Finding something so slow?"