"Good evening, Chuuya."
I rushed up the hillside quickly, and when I saw the flying jade, my heart suddenly thumped.
At this time, I completely ignored the possible consequences of such speed. I just rushed to Zhongyuan Zhongya's side, buckled the pocket watch on his exposed skin, and said hello pretending to be calm.
After I activated the superpower, a strange light suddenly flashed in Nakahara Chuya's eyes.
He jumped into the air, performed a smooth roundhouse kick, and then knelt gently on one knee.
And the jade stone broke involuntarily with a huge noise.
"I thought you would take action." Zhongyuan Zhongya put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at me. His face still reflected the afterglow of a sarcastic smile.
"I'm so good at everything." As the wind gradually subsided, I put on my hat again and praised lightly.
After saying that, I focused my eyes on Han Fei again.
Sure enough, whenever I look at this guy, an unknown fire will burst into my heart.
"Is there any help?" Han Fei seemed a little confused when he saw me, but he quickly calmed down and glanced secretly at the direction I came from, which was also where Tagore Dazai Osamu was.
But at this time, Tagore was held back by the disqualified and annoying Osamu Dazai, and had no time to care about Han Fei.
Is Han Feizi officially arrested this time? I think.
I rubbed my hands with an evil smile on my face that only Han Fei could see. The steps under my feet kept approaching, and the sound they made was a hammering sound that struck Han Fei's heart.
"What are you going to do?!" Han Fei wanted to retreat, but had no way out. I saw him using his dancing hands as a barrier to prevent me from getting closer.
"Play~game~ah~" I drawled in a long tone, exerted my strength with my thighs, and jumped onto Han Fei's body. Coupled with the fighting skills taught by Zhongyuan Zhongya, I did it to Han Fei effortlessly. A punch.
"You two... have a grudge?" Zhongyuan Zhongya stood at a distance from the beginning to the end. He asked weakly after seeing the farce and accepting it.
"No, I just don't like him." I sat on Han Fei and looked at the stars shining in the distance.
I heard that a clear night is more suitable for Han Fei who fainted~
…
"Hey, Kirihara, this is the hostage you and Chuuya brought back..." Dazai Osamu stared at the pale young Han Fei in front of him with contempt, and said with a smile.
This is the interrogation room of Port Mafia. An unknown dark liquid is solidified on the wall. If you look deeper, you will find that it is mixed with various human hairs.
This is probably because thousands of resentful spirits have persisted for a long time. Even though this place is not the depths of Hong Kong, it still feels like the deepest cellar, filled with sadness and coldness.
A gust of wind blew by, a flowing silent scream.
"Yes." I shuddered and whispered.
"Tsk," Osamu Dazai lowered his head and laughed without suppressing it. The outer hem of his exaggerated suit rustled with the shaking of his body, "What, the team of Sister Hongye are actually afraid of this."
"I can't help it, this atmosphere always reminds me of a lot of things." I answered, avoiding the eyes of Han Fei and Osamu Dazai.
This is not a lie. In such darkness, no matter how thin the light is, it cannot penetrate my eyelids.
To be honest, I am afraid that one day I will kill innocent people.
Even if I borrow it from someone else, as soon as I think of the viscous red liquid, I will immediately feel the suffocation feeling like drowning.
"No one who can deal with the mafia is innocent." Dazai Osamu seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, with a serious expression.
"I know." I said perfunctorily.
"Hey, how is it possible for a 'mafia that doesn't kill'... Although there has indeed been a precedent before," Dazai Osamu's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely, but soon he again attracted attention with an extremely happy tone. grabbed my attention, "Come on then, Mr. Han Fei, tell me everything you know!"
Han Fei rolled his eyes.
"Ah...what should I do if I don't tell you~" Osamu Dazai put his index finger on his temple, looking quite distressed.
"Just go to jail." I suggested from the side.
"Hey~ Kirihara wasn't willing to kill anyone just now~"
"Ah, it's just a punishment, I didn't say I would kill him." I shrugged.
"Kirihara-kun is so scary~" Dazai smiled and turned his gaze towards me.
"No way." I shrugged, ignoring Han Fei's wide eyes, and turned around and walked towards the door.
"Won't we come together, Kirihara? It's very interesting." Dazai Osamu's dull voice sounded behind me, accompanied by the sound of the friction of metal instruments.
"No," I refused, "I still have a report to write."
After saying these words, I walked out of the interrogation room. After I closed the door, I leaned against the wall as if I was out of strength.
The atmosphere inside the house was suffocating.
As for the real reason for coming out, of course there was more than this, but if it was because he didn't dare to appreciate Dazai Osamu's methods so he fled in a hurry, it probably only accounted for a small part of the reason.
"Ah, Kirihara." In the distance, there is the injured Nakahara Chuuya.
Probably because of the bandages, there is always some shadow of Osamu Dazai on his body.
But I dare not say it.
"How is your recovery going? Do you need my help?" I asked.
"No need," Nakahara Chuuya lowered his eyes and shook his head, "Let the remaining scars remember my shame."
"Yes." I respected Nakahara Chuuya's choice and nodded.
"By the way, please remember to write down the report this time. I will go find someone to discuss the aftermath of the matter...Axi, why do you want me to go?" Zhongyuan Zhongya said lightly at first, but then he seemed to be touched. As if he had hit a switch, he gritted his teeth and cursed softly.
I frowned and smiled bitterly.
They are indeed a pair of enemies in Yokohama who love and kill each other.
But to be honest, I didn’t want to discuss anything with Dazai Osamu during his interrogation of Han Feizi. Although the anime and novels do not fully reflect the cruelty of his methods, the reactions and attitudes of the people around Dazai are enough to reflect certain facts.
Probably because of these thoughts in my mind, I quickly left the door of the interrogation room, fearing that Zhongyuan Zhongya would suddenly regret letting me take his place.
I lowered my head and walked blindly based on my memory, and finally succeeded in finding my room.
This is the reward for doing business with Sen Owai.
I didn't understand it before, and I thought it was a perfect deal for me to get another comfortable room from Zhongyuan Zhongya.
But after experiencing this port incident, I finally understood.
Because with Nakahara Nakaya, it is equivalent to tying up Dazai Osamu invisibly. And having such a pair tied to me means that I cannot exchange some non-public information with Tagore and Han Fei.
This has greatly hindered my return to the "now". However, just before I was teleported here, the various behaviors of Tagore and Han Fei proved that they must have a certain relationship with me.
This connection is not only about traveling to the "past", but also includes me traveling into the world of this literary giant.
Of course, the above may be just conjecture and has no basis in fact at all. It is all based on my sixth sense and imagination.
My hand grasped the doorknob, but I didn't open the door, just lightly absorbing its breath.
"Your face is a little dark, Kirihara." Suddenly, the cold and domineering voice of Yu Jie sounded from behind, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground.
For some reason, this sound always reminds me of the cold sword energy and the blood-red Yaksha.
"Ah, Sister Hongye." I opened the doorknob and nodded in greeting.
"It's because I saw something I shouldn't have seen during my first mission, so I'm in a bad mood, right?" Ozaki Momiji stretched out her white jade-like hand and pressed it on my shoulder. This move made me realize that she was actually better than me. So much higher.
"Absolutely." I said with a forced smile.
"I can't help it, I have to come here this way," Ozaki Momiji's smile is still exquisite, "Come to the slave's house to have a cup of tea and relax."
"Huh? But I haven't written the report yet..."
"Oh, that kind of thing~ It's just a formality, it's of no use to Mafia."
There was a hint of cunning in Ozaki Momiji's smile, like a faint firefly that couldn't stop flickering.
"Go ahead!" I responded with a smile.
In this case, let the warm tea drive away the coldness in my body!
