Under the night wind in the early winter, the hem of the boy's windbreaker was blown into a sharp arc. The dust stirred the unpleasant gas into the nose, Takigawa Yuichi slowly narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered that several subordinates had mentioned it before, no one dared to come here to disturb Dazai Osamu.

The vibe was terrifying as if Osamu Dazai would dismember them like the trash here and throw them away.

Absolutely quiet.

Every second spend here feels like a slow suicide.

Takikawa Yu snorted in disdain.

"It's strange that you can stay here like nothing for so long, Dazai."

This time even the nose is red.

Speaking of which, when Sister Hongye invited Yuichi to join the torture group, Yuichi also said that he couldn't stand the smell there.

Although it was very uncomfortable, he even put on a fierce attitude.

Not threatening at all.

Dazai smiled and walked out of this place that could be called "home" without much care. His footsteps were large, and he paused slightly as he walked past the silvery white beside him.

Dazai Osamu tilted his head, his soft forehead hair was blown by the wind: "Let's go."

...

It always felt like something was weird.

Takigawa Yu pursed his lips, and the thought popped out of his mind subconsciously. But he watched Dazai's back, frowned for a moment, and finally followed.

"...Did you just laugh at me in your heart?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned his face to look at him, and the light fell into his eyes, causing the kite color to light up briefly.

When Osamu Dazai laughed, there was a hint of a successful prank.

"I thought it would take you longer to learn to read minds."

Takigawa Yuichi: "..."

That's why he hates Dazai Osamu.

Takigawa Yuichi took a deep breath, and just as he calmed down, the other party's voice interjected.

"However, since Yu Yi came to me, it means that he has already contacted the former police comrades in the organization."

...you can see this?

Yu Takigawa frowned and looked at Dazai beside him with some doubts in his eyes.

"Of course, I don't doubt Yuichi's investigative abilities. It's just that from the style of previous fights, Ginji-kun's character is more cautious than expected." Dazai Osamu said calmly, "In one afternoon, This is the most likely way to find mice."

He paused for a few seconds when he said this, and suddenly laughed softly.

Dazai Osamu's laughter was very low, as if it could disappear into the wind at any time.

"Let me guess, Yuichi should have threatened the other party with a pretense, saying that he is an enemy, and don't show mercy—or something like that?"

Takigawa Yuichi didn't speak, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was evaluating the consequences of answering this question in his heart.

It wasn't until he walked out of the junkyard that the boy's bonded lips had a tendency to separate.

"The text message I received on the mountain road before, although there is no evidence, I guess it was probably sent by Bourbon."

"Well, it's whisky again."

"..."

"What's with Yuichi?"

"...Spinita."

"Isn't that rejected?"

"...Shut up!" Yuichi Takigawa squeezed two words out of his teeth when he heard these words, "Anyway, I don't need help."

That's what it means to not want to drag others into the water.

Dazai Osamu automatically converted these words in his mind. He stared at his companions and couldn't help thinking of the dusty archives in the archives.

Because he sneaked in and opened it, he was taught a lesson by Mori Ogai afterwards.

Even so, Osamu Dazai still didn't care.

What he cares more about is the family relationship column on Yuichi's profile.

It seems that she was investigated by Momiji-san when she joined the port mafia, and Yuichi himself probably didn't expect to be discovered.

[Takigawa Kisuke], Yuichi's brother, died when Yuichi was fifteen years old because he rushed into the fire to save people and gave up treatment.

It is worth mentioning that the man has exactly the same hair as Yuichi.

Even the lengths are exactly the same.

The reason why Mr. Mori was afraid of Yuichi in the past was because there was no existence that could threaten Yuichi.

He seems to be very close to everyone, but in fact, no matter who the relationship is, it ends.

Yuichi has no family or friends, and he treats everything ruthlessly and has no empathy at all.

But Yuichi should have found out too——

If Mr. Mori finds out that he is still in close communication with his former police academy mates, the delicate balance on the chessboard will be disrupted.

Search class one, sex handling class, Ministry of Public Security.

If Osamu Dazai had the choice, he thought the ideal solution would be to kill those five people now.

Really distressing.

Yuichi is as troublesome as Oda Saku.

"What are you thinking?"

A light palm patted his back, and Yu Takigawa looked at Osamu Dazai next to him, for fear that he would come up with some bad idea again.

"No." Osamu Dazai replied lightly, "I just think that Yuichi is sometimes an idiot."

"..."

Why is he being scolded inexplicably?

Yuichi Takigawa was silent, and began to wonder if it was the right decision for him to bring Dazai to work overtime.

"Idiots have no right to call me an idiot." After a long time, Yuichi Takigawa snorted coldly and retorted.

idiot? Isn't that China?

Incomprehensible.

Dazai Osamu made a nasal sound and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Takigawa Yuichi stopped, and when he turned around, a few strands of fine forehead hair scattered, vaguely covering the reflection in his eyes.

"If I gave you a rope now, would you hang it with your hands, or grab it with your hands?"

Dazai thought about it seriously: "It's too much, isn't there a cooler way to die?"

"Look, you're an idiot. When normal people hang themselves, they will grab the rope with their hands subconsciously." The boy who had succeeded in the plan raised his lips and said, "Then they will only wait until they realize that their bodies are in the air and cannot be recovered. Will let go of his hands in despair."

"Humans are gregarious creatures that are easy to guess. They contradict, deceive, suffer, rejoice, regret, hate the world, and inexplicably expect the sun to rise."

"Everyone is like this, every day is like this, it's a cycle."

"So, Dazai."

The warm breath came closer, and Takigawa Yuichi, who was completely unconscious, put his hand into his pocket regretfully.

"The answer you're looking for doesn't exist. Life on this land is so boring."

"You know this, but you still try to isolate yourself from such a world - aren't you an idiot?"

"..."

The relaxed smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared.

A little white appeared in the dark sky at this time.

Dazai glanced up, remembering that it rarely snows in Yokohama.

Even if it accumulates a layer, it will melt quietly the next morning.

But now, the light white color merged with the eyelashes of the boy beside him.

Takigawa Yuichi walked unhurriedly.

Dazai Osamu watched his back, and suddenly there was a panic that the other party would leave him like the melting first snow.

... Obviously, didn't feel any real feelings when heard that Yuichi would die soon.

Dazai Osamu pursed his lips and silently glanced at his bandaged palm.

Under the lively lights of Yokohama, Osamu Dazai stopped before stepping into the building of the Port Mafia.

"Forget it." He blinked his eyes slowly, folded his five fingers expressionlessly, and held the icy cold in his palm, "If it really goes that far..."

The existence that Yuichi couldn't bear to attack, let him get rid of it.

Takigawa Yuichi, who had already stepped into the building, turned around and said, "What are you muttering again?"

Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips: "You're an idiot."

"……idiot."

[Dazai's healing degree +5]

? ? ?

"...Do you want to fight?"

"That will be scolded by the leader."

"Go to hell, I don't care."

There was a sound of fighting on the first floor of the port mafia hall. When Guangjin Liulang called to ask, the mafia guarding the door looked at each other in dismay.

I don't know why, but it seems, seems, maybe—

The two smartest cadres in their organization fought because of who was more stupid...?

The undercover agent of the Black Organization in the port mafia was named [Yamashita Kento] - of course, this may be a pseudonym.

When Yuichi Takigawa caught him, the man was trying to send out the last piece of information.

Dazai Osamu shrugged indifferently: "The gun room, I won."

……hateful.

Yu Takigawa fell silent, and without emotion, kicked the cell phone that was used for communication in the man's hand.

The man cried out in pain and raised his head in disbelief: "Impossible, obviously..."

"Mingming what?" Takikawa Yuichi said calmly, "It's obvious that we shouldn't be at the headquarters at this time?"

There is a perfect communication and surveillance system in the port mafia, and the suspicious Mori Owai uses this to monitor everyone in the headquarters - including all the undercover agents sent here.

The reason why we didn't do it before is because the transmission of false information is also very important in intelligence warfare.

Therefore, the remaining problem is to distinguish which of the two or five boys from this group is sent by the black organization.

For this reason, the boy enthusiastically proposed to have a match with Dazai Osamu.

And then unsurprisingly lost.

How could someone go to persecute Ango in the middle of the night! Could it be that Dazai also knew that Ango was a member of the Special Ability Division?

Takigawa Yuichi clicked his tongue.

"It's your bad luck if you want to blame it." He crouched down and said, pointing his thumb to Osamu Dazai who was yawning boredly behind his back, "This guy's brain is already at a level that can be taken out for separate dissection and study after death. already."

"It's terrifying." Osamu Dazai shook his head in a pretentious manner, "Then I'd better try suicide while Yuichi is away."

Takigawa Yuichi was attracted.

He turned his head back, full of anticipation: "Really?"

Dazai Osamu held his cheeks and squatted down beside him: "Of course it's fake, you're deceiving, Yuichi."

"..."

Yuichi stopped talking.

Seems to be angry.

Dazai Osamu glanced at it and retracted his gaze happily, but when he spoke again, his voice was cold: "Then, Yamashita-kun, can you tell me where Ginji-kun put the bug?"

Yamashita Kento looked gloomy, half of his face was swollen high, and his eyes were squeezed into slits.

But despite this, he still pursed the corners of his lips, as if he was prepared to say nothing until he died.

"Your mouth is very strict." Takigawa Yuichi suddenly laughed, he stretched out his hand, and without warning amidst the man's screams, he removed his chin, "Since you don't intend to speak, there is no need to speak in the future. already."

The white gloves were stained with blood, and Yuichi Takikawa stood up with his knees on his back, straightening the folds without noticing, and instructed his subordinates behind him:

"Cut off his tongue, and if he can't find a bug for a minute, then slash him one more time."

"Yes!"

"How to avoid the key points, don't I need to teach you?"

"When, of course!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Takigawa Yu lowered his eyes and started to think slowly.

Gin seems to have other assignments before he returns as "Spinita".

I don't know if it's over yet, but...

"Are you listening, Gin?"

The boy's voice was low and slow, full of provocation.

"I'm torturing your companion. If you know it, think of a way to save him."

The voice is accurately transmitted to kilometers away through the conduction of electronic equipment.

"..."

Takigawa Yuichi waited patiently for a while until the phone in his pocket vibrated.

This was thrown to "Spinita" by Gin before the mission, and there was only one number in it.

The content of the text messages is concise and to the point.

【where? 】

Oh, isn't that listening.

It looks like the mission is over.

Takigawa Yuu thought for a while, and tapped the screen with his finger.

【sleep】

[But was woken up]

[I have set a special ringtone, am I very caring? 】

[Ah, I'm really the most loyal member of the organization]

【What about people? Why don't you praise me? 】

Even if it can be done all at once, Yuichi Takigawa wants to send it one by one.

Annoy him.

Yu Takigawa, who was thinking so, was triumphant, but when he came back to his senses, there were two more heads beside him.

One is Dazai, who was already watching a play, and the other is Zhongya Zhongya, who did not know when he appeared.

[Yuichi]

Dazai Osamu, who was smiling, made a mouth.

[You seem to be having a good time]

"..."

At the same time, in a certain building in distant Tokyo, Vodka timidly glanced at the gin around him, holding a sniper/shooter/gun, which he rarely missed, thinking that he might be silenced.

"Big, big brother, do you want me to come?"

"Shut up." Gin said coldly.

The mission target in the scope was fleeing, but he fired another shot indifferently.

Six hundred yards, this time without hitting the opponent's head.

Gin snorted coldly, and the messages that kept popping up on the phone made him upset.

The last thing Spinita sent was a cat good night emoji.

The man narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger mercilessly again.

Shooting dead people - it's an unnecessary move, but it's a good way to vent your anger.

【Come over tomorrow】

Gin sent the message impatiently.

The cat on the emoji was still calmly repeating the action of pulling the quilt, but Jin Jiu was unmoved by this, and even added another sentence.

[Also, clean up your phone and don't do unnecessary things]

Spinita didn't reply.

So Gin's eyes moved to the vodka beside him.

The vodka, who was implicated by the innocent, broke out in a cold sweat, while frantically insulting the newcomer in his heart, he trembled on the surface and smoothed out:

"Early, go to bed early and get up early?"

"Spinita's probably... no, it's for sure! She must have fallen asleep! Why don't you say good night, big brother?"

The air seemed to be frozen at this moment, and after a long silence, Jin Jiu finally put away his terrifying eyes.

"Vodka," he warned. "Shut your mouth when you can't speak."