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    At the same time, in a high-rise building in Yokohama, a beautiful seaside city, there are also whispers from time to time.

    "Have you seen that video, that...it's Mr. Dazai!"

    Wearing a black suit, sunglasses on his face and a gun on his waist, the brawny men who are not so easy to mess with at first glance, but at the moment they seem to be afraid of being discovered by the teacher Like a primary school student, he lowered his voice and secretly talked with his little friend beside him.

    "Do you think so too?! Who is the person next to him hugging Mr. Dazai, who can be so close to Mr. Dazai!"

    "No need to discuss, I think he's already dead, how could Mr. Dazai allow others to be arrogant."

    "That's true... but it could be a lover or something, ahem, I'm not sure."

    This kind of interesting gossip spread to the entire port mafia almost instantly, and Dazai, the master, However, Zhi was urgently summoned to the chief's office early in the morning, not even realizing the flood of rumors.

    The man sitting at the desk was about forty years old, wearing a black trench coat. He combed his black hair meticulously to the back of his head, but the hair on the sideburns that was too long fell to the side of his face like a waterfall, adding a little softness to the angular face. There was a shrewd luster in those purple eyes, and there was a slight smile on the corners of his lips.

    "Mr. Mori, what's the matter so early?"

    Dazai Osamu put his hands behind his back, his feet were slightly shoulder-width apart, with the usual smile on his face.

    Only today, his right eye was not wrapped with a snow-white bandage, and a pair of beautiful kite-colored pupils were revealed in the soft hair on the forehead.

    "Have you not heard the rumors yet, Dazai?" As the boss of the organization, Mori Ogai, who can get first-hand information on everything, observes Osamu Dazai's face with interest, "You have become a fire on the Internet. Ah."

    Osamu Dazai blinked suspiciously, obviously not knowing what he was talking about. On the other hand, Mori Ogai seemed to be ready in advance. He picked up a black remote and pressed it, and immediately projected the next video on the snow-white wall beside Dazai Osamu.

    Looking at himself and the man wearing a butterfly mask floating in the air with oil-paper umbrellas in the video, Osamu Dazai admired it for a long time before he clearly raised the corners of his lips, "It turned out to be filmed, and it was quite good. It's clear."

    "Can't you explain what's going on?" Sen Owai raised his eyebrows at him with a half-smile, "It's strange that you have the leisure to dance with people in the air."

    "If you want to If you inquire about him from me, unfortunately, I don't know his specific situation, but..."

    Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, "But he is a good man! It's just that he accidentally jumped off the building when he was planning to jump off the building. I met him and tried to invite him together, and he was very happy to agree."

    "This is the first time someone has promised to jump off a building with me, so it can be seen that he is a good person!"

    Contrary to his reaction, Sen Ou The outer eyes narrowed sharply in an instant, and his face showed a bit of deepness: "I actually agreed to your invitation Dazai... Sure enough, this person is very problematic and needs to be vigilant."

    Osamu Dazai: "...Mr. Mori, just now That sentence is very rude to me."

    "Ah, I'm sorry." Mori Owai casually apologized, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and continued to ask, "Other than that Besides, what else is he doing?"

    After thinking about the palms that wantonly touched his waist, and the flirtatious lines, the smile on Osamu Dazai's face suddenly froze.

    ... Being taken advantage of by others, even in the face of Mr. Mori, I absolutely cannot say it.

    If it spreads out, it will be ridiculed by that little dwarf for a lifetime.

    "...we didn't do anything but romantic circles in the air."

    He decided to ignore certain details.

    Fortunately, Sen Ouwai just looked him up and down, his eyes fell on the empty right eye, and he didn't say anything: "His name?"

    "Moon Shadow Mask."

    Sen Ouwai was stunned: "What?"

    Osamu Dazai repeated it with a smile: "He said, his name is Moon Shadow Mask."

    Mori Owai: "..."

    After a long silence, he finally couldn't help but spit out three words: "Chuan Er disease?"

    "Pfft." This reaction was exactly the same as his, which made Osamu Dazai cover his stomach and laugh, "Sure enough, Mr. Mori thinks so too, but when he said this name, he was very cool. It was really funny."

    Mori Owai didn't speak, just quietly bent his lips and waited for his laughter to subside, and the expression on Dazai Osamu's face became calmer and calmer as he expected, until in the end, it returned to a light cloud.

    "I know what Mr. Mori means, he is curious about that umbrella, right." The

    slightly curly hair swept through the gradually deepening eyes, and Osamu Dazai stared at Mori Owai with a smirk on his face: " Since it can come into contact with me, it won't be a supernatural ability, but an ordinary oil-paper umbrella can't bear the weight of the two of us, are you wondering what that umbrella is?"

    "As expected of you, your answer is correct." Sen Ouwai clasped his hands together and placed them on his chin, his head swayed slightly, a few strands of black hair fell from behind his ears, and the pair of purple eyes that lined it shone strangely, "Then, with what you want See, what exactly is that?"     

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes: "It's neither supernatural nor ordinary, the only thing I can think of is a high-tech product, unless there are more mysterious powers in this world."  

   "That is to say ——It's unknown, is that what it means?"   

  "That's right."   

  Mori Owai nodded, indicating that he already understood: "If the other party's target is you, maybe they will meet you, and then they will meet you. Let him bring it here, I'm very interested in his methods."    

 Osamu Dazai had already anticipated his ruthless and ruthless order to put mutual interests first, and he nodded in response without the slightest surprise: "Yes, but What if he doesn't come to me?"    

 Mori Owai's hand arranging the documents paused and smiled with a deep meaning: "Then, it's Zhongya's business."

    After walking out of the office, Osamu Dazai recalled this series of events and couldn't help laughing out loud.

    In other words, the task of searching for the Moon Shadow Mask is handed over to that little dwarf Nakaya, poof, things are getting more and more interesting.

    After all, that old hooligan likes to pinch other people's waists and eat human tofu or something. If the innocent is also taken advantage of, the scene will be very interesting.

    Unfortunately, he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

    Dazai Osamu shrugged his shoulders regretfully, clasped his palms to the bones of the back of his neck, and left leisurely.

    And then Zhongyuan Zhong, who was summoned to the chief's office, went out again. There was a small photo in his hand. He squeezed the hat on top of his head.

    For three whole days after that, Zhongyuan Zhong also inquired about the information about the man wearing the butterfly mask all over Yokohama, and even worked overtime to patrol at night. Unfortunately, there were only a handful of information at hand. It seemed that there was no information at all except that night. The message that the mysterious man appeared.

    He seemed to appear out of thin air in Yokohama, and there was no trace of him coming or going.

    Zhongyuan Zhong also stared irritably at the photo that he didn't know how many times he had seen, and his eyebrows fell into deep thought.

    Some people look at the scenery from below, while those who look at the scenery stare at him from above.

    At this moment, He Quanlian was standing at the top of the tall building, holding a telescope, and was concentratingly observing the target person indicated by the system in the lens.

    It was a handsome young man, about the same age as he is now, with a narrow waist and long legs. He was wearing a black coat that was almost as long as his calf, with a fashionable small vest under it.

    Under the black top hat on his head, there is a slightly messy, slightly curly orange hair. Because it is too long, there is a strand that still hangs on his shoulders, gently sweeping his white neck with his movements.

    The buttons on the neckline were undone at random, revealing the black choker buttoned between the necks.

    He Quanlian touched his neck subconsciously, and after noticing that he was not wearing a phantom thief's attire, he chuckled lightly.

    Coincidentally, he also has a very similar choker, but it's a voice changer that he disguises to cover up his original voice, and this one... seems to be just because of fashion.

    At this moment, this young man named Zhongyuan Zhongya is standing with one hand in his pocket, his azure blue eyes are as clear as the sky, his brows are slightly lowered, and his stern face also reveals a bit of terrifying aura. , but in He Quanlian's eyes, how cute he is.

    Coupled with the strong contrast between the snow-white neck and the black choker, it inexplicably adds a sense of color.

    He Quanlian couldn't help blowing a whistle, and the rogue attributes that were usually suppressed deliberately began to move.

    The author has something to say: Chuya is here~

    Chuya, who was unknowingly trapped by Dazai, observes a moment of silence for him.

    The next chapter is the normal state, the next chapter is the phantom thief, and the phantom thief I actually wrote three chapters, tsk tsk, I don’t know what I’m writing, only flirting.     —


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