After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Lan Tang's actions went incredibly smoothly.

Rumors spread among the Port Mafia because of the resurrection of one of their leaders. Mori Ogai was overwhelmed by the rumors and directly appointed Dazai Osamu to explore the so-called "Arabatu".

Dazai Osamu walked straight to Rando with the silver handwritten note issued by Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Lan Tang, do you know anything about the recent situation?"

Dazai Osamu smiled, looking like he was enjoying a good show.

Lan Tang huddled in his solid-colored scarf, his face gloomy, and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"Although I understand that Mr. Lan Tang dislikes me, I am here with the leader's orders. Please cooperate, okay?"

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face still did not fade, but instead took on an indescribable coldness and sharpness.

Even Lan Tang, who had been wandering in dark areas for many years, narrowed his eyes at the cold murderous intent in this smile.

"How do you need me to cooperate?" Lan Tang said slowly.

He was no longer afraid of the cold, but in order not to attract other people's attention, he still wore a thick leather jacket and sweated in the summer.

Fortunately, he is also good at patience.

In the past, we had to endure the cold, but now we have to endure the heat.

For him, all endurance is meaningful for the final happy ending.

"Well, I heard the recent unrest is related to the Leibo Street explosion that year."

Dazai Osamu propped himself up with his hands and sat on the table. The light shone on his pale and delicate face, making it look particularly cold.

"A foreign spy who came here to gather intelligence died with resentment. His resentment summoned the God of Wilderness, and then, the angry God of Wilderness destroyed Leibo Street."

"It's a very interesting rumor, right? Mr. Randou." Dazai Osamu's eyes curved into crescents, as if he was really telling an interesting story.

Lan Tang remained unmoved, staring blankly at the violets in the vase. After a long while, he nodded, "You are right."

There are few people like him who can be so perfunctory even in their actions.

"I just happen to have a clue about this." Dazai Osamu said to himself without paying attention to his distraction.

"Mr. Lan Tang, do you know the King of Sheep?"

"I suspect that the King of Sheep is Huang Batu."

Lan Tang's eyes slowly shifted, finally focusing. He spoke with a weary air, "Do you have any evidence?"

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows, and a cold smile slowly spread across his face. "Of course, you have to find the evidence yourself."

"I'm only responsible for providing clues."

His voice was as gentle as a bird, but the smile on his face was endless. "Mr. Lan Tang, please go to Leibo Street to find evidence. This is the leader's order."

Dazai Osamu held the silver letter between two fingers and turned the thin envelope several times like a magic trick, while his eyes were fixed on Lan Tang.

There was no expression on Lan Tang's face. He tilted his head and looked at Dazai Osamu, and asked with a hint of doubt, "You want to kill me?"

Dazai Osamu put on a fake smile and said, "What are you talking about? You are Mr. Liuli's elder brother. I can never respect you enough."

Lan Tang stared at Dazai Osamu's face, "You really want to kill me."

Dazai Osamu remained unmoved, and the smile on his face did not change in the slightest.

"I will go to Leibo Street to investigate," Lan Tang no longer paid attention to him, slowly stood up, and said to Dazai Osamu in a nonchalant tone,

"Although I don't know the reason, you'd better control your murderous intent, otherwise I might not be able to help but kill you directly."

"Since you're a reader of Adele, I don't want to do that directly."

After saying this, he left the Port Mafia directly.

Dazai Osamu was still sitting on the table. He looked at Rantang's back and muttered to himself, "Is this the character of a poet who has recovered his memory?"

"It's even more annoying."

"If I could let the annoying poet and the annoying knight die together, that would be the perfect ending."

Dazai Osamu was not afraid of Rando who had regained his memory, although in "Fate/Stay Night", Ruri did spend a lot of time describing the poet's power.

According to the situation in the book and Lan Tang's recent performance, he also guessed that the other party was definitely a very powerful psychic, and might even be a transcendent.

But so what.

Arabato, the Dragon King and King General of the Oni Clan, the Italian illusionist, and the homicide detective Yukito Ayatsuji.

With multiple layers of insurance, I don’t believe we can’t kill him.

Dazai Osamu hummed a song and took out his cell phone to send a message. After planning for so long, everything was finally about to begin and finally to end.

When Lan Tang arrived at Leibo Street, Zhongyuan Zhongye had been waiting there for a long time.

He was wearing a blue sweatshirt, had short orange hair, and had a very soft facial feature. He sat on the ruins of the bar with his eyes closed, listening to the intermittent singing of a gramophone.

Lan Tang stopped not far away. He stood on the ruins and waited quietly for the song to end.

The song wasn't finished.

Halfway through the song, the sound of the gramophone became increasingly shrill, and finally there was a buzzing sound, the needle broke in two, and Lan Tang let out a soft sigh.

"Are you the spy who was looking for me?"

Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes and looked down at Rando.

Lan Tang looked up and looked at the other person.

Nakahara Chuuya is still a teenager, but he is very similar to Paul Verlaine. The only difference is that his face is still immature and not as mature as Verlaine.

"Did Dazai Osamu tell you this?" Lan Tang asked casually.

Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes wide.

"You want to ask me how I know that?" Lan Tang said slowly, as if he could read my mind. "It's not hard to guess."

"The information was too easy to obtain, the murderous intent was too obvious, you were waiting for me here long ago, and there were others in the dark..."

He sighed like a true poet, "Even if I haven't recovered my memory, I won't be fooled so easily."

"You are worthy of being Mr. Rantang." Dazai came from not far away. He drove here shortly after Rantang left. He drove the car with the effect of teleportation along the way and arrived only a little later than Rantang.

Lan Tang turned around, not surprised by his appearance, but asked in confusion, "Dazai-kun, according to common sense, between us, I should be the one who wants to kill you more."

"After all, to me, you're a terrible brat who would invite Adele to elope and commit suicide in front of me."

"But now, your murderous intention towards me is even deeper than my intention towards you. I'm really curious, can you tell me why?"

Dazai Osamu remained expressionless and asked, "I'm curious too, Mr. Randou."

"You and Teacher Liuli are clearly living the happy life I've always dreamed of. Why did you insist on recovering your memories and going to find the so-called Huang Batu?"

"Can you tell me the answer? The poet who regained his memory?"