"Bastard Dazai!" Chuuya almost roared and rushed into the house where Dazai and others were hiding.
Except for Dazai, Tanizaki and others quickly stood up and stared at Mafia who rushed in warily. Only he, still sitting there, said with a smile: "What a coincidence!"
"Where's the leader?" Chuuya glared at him fiercely.
"I don't know either~" Dazai squatted down obediently.
After hearing this, Chuuya's face immediately darkened. He raised his eyes, and a red light suddenly burst out in his eyes. I saw him flying forward, preparing to kick Dazai's head.
Suddenly, Chuuya felt his feet stagnate, and a white tiger claw stood between him and Dazai.
"Ah, Adun~" Dazai greeted.
Chuuya smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, then kicked off his feet and stepped back as fast as he could.
When he came to his senses, everyone from the detective agency was already in place.
Chuuya's eyes scanned the people in the detective agency. At this moment, his expression suddenly froze, and his blue eyes seemed to have a little water.
When I saw him like this, I felt an ominous premonition.
"Kirihara, are you really still alive..." His voice was weak, like he was talking in sleep, but it was just enough for me to hear clearly.
I was stunned, not knowing how to react.
"Si Ye, have you and Mr. Zhongya known each other before?" Atsushi changed his sharp gaze and looked at me blankly.
"Ah, this..." My hands twisted together nervously and I sweated a lot.
If someone present discovered my experience, how could I explain why I concealed it before?
"Si Ye?" Zhongye's eyes were full of doubts.
"Yes, yes, Watanabe Tsubasa~" Dazai jumped to my side and said with a faint smile.
Seeing this, Chuuya's eyes wavered for a moment, but just when I thought it was about to end, his eyes fell on the pocket watch on my forearm.
"Dazai, what are you hiding?"
"My own colleagues can still tell the difference." Dazai's amber-like pupils shone with a strange light.
"At that time we all thought Kirihara was dead." Chuuya said to himself.
"He is indeed dead. Didn't you find his glasses at the scene?"
"Black round-framed glasses, they all look exactly the same...and that pocket watch." Chuuya took a deep breath and turned to look at me, "Kirihara, what are you still afraid of? It's been four years, and the carrier pigeon has already been Gone."
"Homing pigeon?" I tried to change the subject.
"Four years ago, you went to Carrier Pigeon as an undercover agent..."
"It's impossible. How could I look the same four years ago as I do now?" Because of my anxiety, I felt extremely hot all over my body. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chuuya, you may have recognized the wrong person."
"Your power," Chuuya swallowed, "is to change the time of an object through contact, right?"
I nodded almost desperately.
"Anyone can have the same superpower, Chuuya," Dazai pulled me back from my thoughts, "Besides, Si Ye is from China."
"Chinese?" Chuuya opened his mouth in surprise.
"Yes," I nodded and admitted, "I learned Japanese later."
"Sawa Kirihara is a street boy born and raised in Yokohama, yes, and his pronunciation is also very standard. Unlike Shiba-kun, he stumbles when he is anxious~" Dazai glanced at me, as if to imply something.
Chuuya clenched his fists and suddenly scoffed sharply, as if he was mocking himself.
"It's true to value friendship, but it also depends on the situation. If a person disappears for four years and there is still no trace, then he is gone." Dazai squeezed my shoulder hard.
"I will find him." Chuuya glared at Dazai fiercely and said every word.
"I hope you can succeed." Dazai said lightly.
"Naka, Mr. Chuuya...!" A Mafia stumbled over, and the last one fell unsteadily onto Chuuya.
"What's the matter? You're in a panic." Chuuya stretched out his hand to support him and frowned.
"Are those branches coming up again?" Kunikida stood up nervously and spread out his handbook.
"The branches have grown back, but it's not because of this!"
"What's that for?"
"Mr. Kajii came over after hearing the news!"
"What," Chuuya gritted his teeth, as if facing a formidable enemy, "Quickly? Everyone, find a strong bunker!"
"Isn't this Kajii also a member of Mafia? Why did they become so chaotic after hearing this?" I asked Dazai next to me.
"Ah, that's right," Dazai shrugged, "Because every time Kajii encounters an enemy, he uses lemon bombs to explode them indiscriminately, causing Mafia heavy casualties, so he usually doesn't notify him of such things... But once he If you know it, it’s a disaster.”
"Then why don't we hide?" I turned to look at the calm people.
"Because we have Dr. Yosano~"
"But isn't Dr. Yosano's superpower unstable?"
"We can't hide anyway."
"If that's the case, what about the mafia?"
"I hope you will be blessed~"
Dazai looked at me with a smile, a cunning glint in his eyes.
"Hahaha, feel the charm of science!"
Sure enough, not long after, there was a burst of laughter from downstairs.
What followed was the explosion of lemon bombs and the groan of the old building.
But such a terrifying atmosphere did not last long and soon stopped.
I curiously poked my head out and found Kajii, who had almost been blown into black coal, lying on his back, surrounded by equally dark branches.
Ah, as expected, it was because of the instability of the superpower that I was knocked unconscious by the lemon bomb...
At this time, two Mafia ran out of the building and took Kajii back while Fuji was unprepared.
"What should we do now?" Chuuya pinched his waist, put one arm against the wall, and asked with raised eyebrows.
"Now," Dazai snapped his fingers, "Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully!"
"Don't do that to me!"
Chuuya rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action when he was stopped by Guangjin who was traveling with him.
"Mr. Dazai, this is indeed urgent."
"It's 'heart'." Dazai looked at him deeply.
"heart?"
"If you destroy the heart of these branches, this farce will end."
"If it's so simple, why don't you go to the detective agency?" Tachihara put down the gun and cracked his knuckles.
"We need to put a few gatekeepers in front of Mafia's kennel. Why, are they stupid?" Dazai didn't bother to argue.
"Mackerel, who are you calling a dog?"
"Ahem, Mr. Chuuya, calm down," Guangzu coughed lightly, interrupting Chuuya's anger, "If close range attacks are not successful, why not use long range attacks? There are powerful superpowers everywhere in the Detective Agency, so this shouldn't be the case. Nothing can be done."
"We did use bombs once, but they didn't work." I looked up and said.
"Tsk, what kind of bomb did you use?" Chuuya raised his chin high and said with a sarcastic smile.
"Just a regular bomb," I replied.
"Are you kidding? Ordinary bombs won't work!"
"Oh? What's the use?" Dazai supported his chin with one hand, and the dusk light gilded his angular face with a golden edge.
"Lemon bomb."
Hearing this answer, Dazai and I looked at each other: Sure enough, we took the bait.
