Dazai Osamu looked a little curious: "Sir? Can you tell me who he is? I am very interested in the person who adopted Akutagawa and raised you to be a literary giant ~ I really want to get to know this gentleman."

Akutagawa glanced at Dazai Osamu with his dark eyes, "Dazai-kun, there is no need to test me. I don't need to hide anything," Akutagawa said, "The person who adopted me and my sister is Mr. Natsume Soseki, you should know that.

"

Dazai Osamu put it in his pocket and paused slightly, "Oh, this really surprises me. Is it that person? In that case, Akutagawa should not have joined any of the Port Mafia or the Armed Detective Agency, right?

?”

Akutagawa shook his head, "Actually, there is no such thing as the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency as you mentioned down there. There are good people down there, and there is no mafia. However, if that is the case, there are the Port Literary Society and the Armed Detective Agency.

There are two large companies, Armed Literary Society, and their presidents are Mr. Ogai Mori and Mr. Yukichi Fukuzawa."

Osamu Dazai:......

Osamu Dazai:???

Dazai Osamu twitched the corner of his mouth. No wonder he was illiterate. The literary development momentum in Akutagawa was very strong. Port Literary Club? Ha, if you want him to believe that Mori Ogai is really just the president of an ordinary literary club, it might as well be

I believe that one day Zhongyuan Zhongya will bark at him.

Far away in Zhongyuan, where the port mafia stayed up late for 996 hours, he also sneezed and slowly let out a sneeze?

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Well, it seems that the world in Akutagawa is very different from here. If Mr. Mori is the president of the Port Literary Society, then am I still working as Mr. Mori's subordinate?

When I think about it, ah, I feel so unhappy and anxious!”

Osamu Dazai complained with an exaggerated expression, "When I think of myself in another world being oppressed by Mr. Mori, I almost shed tears of sympathy! If you put it this way, there wouldn't be a group called the Superpower Literary Society.

Or the Secret Service Literary Society, or some other random name, after all, does such a force exist?"

"If you are talking about the Special Agents Division," Akutagawa politely replied, "then yes."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "There is a special agent department, and the other two are the Port Literary Club and the Armed Literary Club. They are no different from here!"

Dazai Osamu didn't know what he was thinking of. "I'm really looking forward to Mr. Mori's reaction when he finds out. I really can't imagine the literary club or anything like that. No, I feel sick just thinking about it." Dazai Osamu said pretendingly.

He gave an exaggerated shiver, "Well, day, dusk and night are just different names. Mr. Natsume will still make arrangements as always~"

Akutagawa waited patiently for Dazai Osamu to finish his speech and then said, "If you have nothing more to ask, then I will leave first."

Dazai Osamu tilted his head, "Akutagawa, don't you plan to stay at the Armed Detective Agency before leaving? Or are you planning to join the Port Mafia, Akutagawa?"

Akutagawa: "No, I just want to walk around this strange world and collect materials before going back. I won't have anything to do with the forces here. Please rest assured, Dazai-kun."

Dazai Osamu took a half step back, took his hand out of his pocket, and covered his heart with both hands: "Wow! Akutagawa, you have misunderstood me. I have no other meaning, just as a senior, um, or whatever, just as a person.

This is just a friendly suggestion, Akutagawa said this, it really hurts me."

Akutagawa did not reply to Dazai Osamu's words. He bowed slightly to him, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and turned to leave. The wind blew the hem of his light-colored coat and the tail of his hair. Dazai Osamu looked at Akutagawa thoughtfully as he left.

The figure from behind suddenly laughed, "This is really interesting, don't you think so, Mr. Sen?"

Dazai Osamu took out the mobile phone in his pocket, which showed the call in progress. A helpless voice came from the mobile phone, "Dazai-kun, this is not interesting at all. The workload is going to increase again, but Dazai-kun specially

Tell me this, do you have any intention of returning to the Port Mafia? If you want to come back, you are welcome at any time, the position of cadre is still reserved for you."

On the night when he was in charge of Yokohama, Ogai Mori, the leader of the Port Mafia, was sitting in the chief's office. He was looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window and talking to the phone. Next to him, a young girl with supernatural powers was smearing with a red crayon.

, I don’t know what I’m drawing.

Dazai Osamu smiled and said to the mobile phone: "Is Mr. Mori's memory bad as he is getting old? I have already said that I will not go to the port mafia. Mr. Mori, just give up. After all, you will not allow it, right?

?”

After they talked for a few words on the phone, Dazai Osamu's voice was pleasant, but his face had no expression, and his eyes were gloomy and cold. He now looked very much like the youngest cadre, but soon his face returned to a mask-like appearance.

With a smile, "... then leave it to Mr. Mori~ Well, I saw an extremely beautiful river, and she is inviting me. Mr. Mori, I will hang up now!" After saying this, he said without waiting for any reaction from the other party.

He hung up immediately, stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, and while humming a strange self-composed song, he walked towards the direction Akutagawa left before.

"Hmm~ Let me see who the first unlucky guy is~"

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When Dazai Osamu saw Akutagawa again, it was in a dark alley. The sunlight was blocked by a wall. Dazai Osamu was standing in the sunlight. Akutagawa was standing at the junction of sunlight and darkness. Only his hands were wiping them with a wet tissue.

Exposed to the sun, the others were hidden in the dark. Rashomon behind him immediately attacked Dazai Osamu after hearing the noise, and then was neutralized by [Disqualified from the Human World] and disappeared into the air.

After Akutagawa wiped his hands, he threw the wet tissue back with his right hand. He didn't know what he hit, and made a soft, muffled sound.

Akutagawa asked: "Dazai-kun, we meet again, what can I do for you?"

Dazai walked over slowly, his eyes falling on the dim place behind Akutagawa, "The first unlucky guy has appeared? Akutagawa, you move very quickly."

"Thank you for the compliment. It was just self-defense. After all, I have never seen this kind of suicide attack with a bomb tied to the body. I was too panicked at the moment." Although Akutagawa said this, there was no panic look on his face.

.

"Although Akutagawa says that he is just a writer and an ordinary person who lives a step-by-step life, it doesn't look like that at all!" Dazai Osamu moved his eyes to Akutagawa's face and said, "Akutagawa, what is the purpose of coming to this world?

?Don’t worry, just explain it to me directly. After all, although the flies are small, they are still very uncomfortable when there are too many."

Akutagawa was silent for a while, and then said, "Dazai-kun, you must have guessed wrong."

Akutagawa, who was pale and wearing light-colored clothes, showed a rare smile. He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. He looked polite. Just looking at his appearance, you couldn't tell that he was a man with blood on his hands. Instead, he looked like a college student.

Professor Akutagawa, who still had a bookish air, said slowly,

"I am a good citizen."

In the dark alley, where the sun doesn't shine, some liquid is flowing.

The author has something to say: Arasuke:? Purpose? What purpose? Does literacy count?

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2020-12-04 10:16:11~2020-12-05 00:41:48~

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2 bottles of words; no change of name without losing 15 pounds, a hamster, 1 bottle of Qian Xia Liang Yi;
Chapter completed!