When the double black penetrates the if line

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned lightly, looking at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes were mixed with displeasure and fear.

"...Why are you here?" The corners of his mouth straightened slightly, and the eyes that were originally full of joy and relaxation became cold and hard again.

He stood in front of Osamu Dazai, blocking the unfathomable gloomy gaze of the leader Osamu Dazai, and retorted lightly: "Also, what does our relationship have to do with you?"

After saying this sentence, I don't know if it was Chuya Nakahara's illusion. He felt the leader Osamu Dazai's jaw tense for a moment, and then his already dark eyes darkened a bit.

Osamu Dazai was guarded by Chuya Nakahara in an almost protective gesture.He clasped his fingers with Nakahara Nakaya with one hand, put the other arm around Nakahara Nakaya's shoulder, hugged Nakahara Nakaya in his arms like a pillow, and rested his chin lightly on the orange-red hair on top of Nakahara Nakaya's head silk.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and showed a superior and provocative smile to the leader Osamu Dazai from an angle that could not be seen in the Central Plains.

"I didn't come to Italy because of you two." The leader Osamu Dazai's voice was full of depression at the beginning, but soon returned to the original sarcasm.He raised his eyebrows, and said with disdain in his tone, "I have my own affairs, and I am also the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, so I must take up this responsibility. In addition—"

He paused, and looked at Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya meaningfully in his eyes: "In public, don't make any indecent behavior."

"Oh, my God!" Osamu Dazai widened his eyes and said in a pompous and surprised tone, "Is this really something I would say myself? Is it indecent?!"

"Tut tsk tsk." He shook his head lightly, and said, "It seems that the position of the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong is indeed very heavy. A good young guy, like a middle-aged man who is about to be five years old, has begun to pay attention to weathering. Such a pedantic language."

"Oh." Having said that, Osamu Dazai let out a long sigh as if regretting, "Freedom and openness of thought is the key to a successful relationship. Dear Chief Dazai, you seem to be lacking that little bit Lively and open, that’s why I’m single until now. I don’t know if it’s my fate to die alone~”

He looked at the expressionless face of the leader of this world, Dazai Osamu, the blue veins on his forehead twitched violently, and said the final blow with satisfaction: "If you look like you, maybe even people who die in love will find you!" No way."

Nakahara also raised his eyebrows, not looking at Osamu Dazai who was hugging him from behind: "...It seems that you can find so many women who agree to die in love with you, how proud are you?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The potential sense of crisis in his heart grew wildly, he coughed twice, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, Zhong Ye, you misunderstood. The only person in my heart who wants to die for love is you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also slightly narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"Really!" Osamu Dazai said solemnly, "Even in my dream, I only want to die with you alone!"

"Fuck you Dazai Osamu!" Nakahara couldn't help it anymore, he raised his eyelids and scolded his head and face, "Who the hell wants to die with you?! If you want to die, please die alone, don't pull it Fuck me, thank you. I am in love with you, not to hug the god of death with you!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The leader on the opposite side, Osamu Dazai, looked at the two of them with neither joy nor sadness, as if carved out of marble.

He didn't speak until the end, and chuckled at Dazai Osamu who was speechless for a while: "Oh, it seems that you are not as invincible as you imagined. Could it be that falling in love will also lower your IQ?"

"Cut." Osamu Dazai bowed his head obediently to Nakahara Chukai and apologized obediently, but he was so polite to his other self.He cut it disdainfully, "I'm willing to lose my mind when I'm in love, so what's your business? I'm afraid you don't even have a chance to lose your mind, so you can only lose your mind, right?"

The leader Osamu Dazai's eyes were also full of disdain. He was about to refute the attack and go back, but his words were interrupted by a whistle.

"This is really lively." It was another young man who got off the plane and forcibly inserted into the conversation.He has short white hair, purple pupils, and a purple crown stamped upside down under his left eye.

He followed another police officer, looking at the complicated and contradictory and gunpowder atmosphere between the three people in front of him, his eyes were full of interest.

He whistled softly again, and said, "Let me see... the Shura field between two men and one man... Tsk tsk tsk, it's really exciting."

"Who are you?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't like the aura emanating from this young man either. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his eyes were fixed on the face of the white-haired young man. "Also, why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Hey, the ideal large gossip and gossip Shura field." Bai Lan stretched back, blinked her eyes, and said with some evil humor, "When you encounter such an interesting event, it is simply not suitable to come to join in the fun. My character."

"But it turns out that there is nothing exciting to join in." The leader Osamu Dazai miraculously calmed down the emotion that seemed to be about to erupt. He looked at Bai Lan coldly and said in a flat tone, "You think too much."

"That's right." Dazai Osamu hugged Nakahara Chuya, rubbed his chin against his hair, "There is no Shura field, because Chuya is already mine~ Are you right, Chuya?"

Nakahara was silent and let Dazai Osamu hug him like a large humanoid pillow, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart how obvious the gap between his height and Dazai Osamu's would be highlighted by such an action.

With a cold face, he resisted the urge to throw Osamu Dazai directly over his shoulder, nodded indifferently and reluctantly: "Yes."

"Besides, I don't have much time here to chat with you two." The eyelids of the leader Osamu Dazai couldn't help but jump nervously again when he saw the two people in front of him.He turned his face away and turned his gaze coldly to Atsushi Nakajima who had already walked beside him, "Let's go."

"Okay." Although Atsushi Nakajima couldn't quite understand the turbulent tide between the people in front of him, he still lowered his head and nodded obediently, "Boss, the car is ready and waiting for us outside the airport."

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya watched the leader Dazai Osamu's back in silence until he and Atsushi Nakajima both walked out of the airport building.

"Oh." Bai Lan shook her head regretfully, "Is it gone so soon? The combat power is not very good."

"We have to go too." Dazai Osamu was very indifferent to everything that wasn't Nakahara Chuya and couldn't let him die, "You can do what you want."

"No, no, I think you may have overlooked something." Bai Lan shook her head with a smile on her face.He pointed at the policeman standing in front of him, and then put his finger on the policeman standing in front of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, "The three of us, all from that plane Up and down."

"This also means—" the smile on his face gradually widened, "we all have to take notes. For the time being, we have to get along with each other for a while."

"..." Chuya Nakahara noticed the policeman leading him and Osamu Dazai.

The young policeman put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky. He seemed to think that the decoration on the ceiling at the top of the airport building was very beautiful.

The expression on his face is very complicated. I don't know if it's because he was directly ignored like this, or because he accidentally heard gossip full of gossip and discovered an unusual relationship.

When he heard about himself, he turned his head and restrained the complex and turbulent expression in his eyes: "Ah... indeed."

He sighed softly: "Then come with me, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya. It doesn't take time to make notes, and I believe you two will cooperate well. As for what you two want after the crisis of life and death Take care of your feelings..."

"There will be a lot of time in the future." That's all he could say in the end, his eyes swept over the bandages wrapped around Osamu Dazai's exposed wrist, his eyes were full of indescribable words, "As long as you don't do things like martyrdom... I believe that Italy is an inclusive and open country, and it must be able to accept your feelings well."

"Hmm—" Osamu Dazai elongated his tone, resting his chin on Chuya Nakahara's shoulder, "Okay."

……

After finishing the notes, Nakahara looked at the young policeman and asked, "Excuse me, have you found the murderer of the three corpses on the plane?"

"Well, it's still under investigation." The policeman closed the notebook in his hand and replied, "But there seems to be a very famous detective sitting on the plane, and he should be able to solve this case soon. You don't have to Worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, three people walked in from the door of the building.

One is Conan they are familiar with, the girl with fluttering hair is Mao Lilan, and the other...

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the middle-aged uncle whose hair was messed up from sleeping, and who seemed a little shaky when walking because he just woke up.

"Ah, that's him!" The young policeman smiled with joy in his tone, "Sleeping Kogoro Mori. I believe he will be able to solve this case soon."

After the police finished speaking, the group of people also came to the place where they were standing.

Conan glanced away when he met Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya. Obviously, he didn't want to see these two again. First, he shattered his three views, and then almost stripped himself off. People in waistcoats.

Mori Kogoro rubbed his eyes, then with a smug and proud smile on his face, he waved his big hand and pointed at Bai Lan who was standing aside.

"Officer, I already know who the murderer is!" He stood up straight with one hand on his hips, and announced, "It's him!"

Bai Lan: "..."

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he seemed a little stunned. He turned his head and asked, "Excuse me... what evidence gave you such a perception?"

"Does this still need evidence?" Mori Kogoro's expression was very natural, he narrowed his eyes, "I've been watching you secretly, and you are the only one with such a tattoo printed under your eyes on this plane!"

He snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "This kind of tattoo must be a mark of a certain organization. You just relied on its unique location and weird shape to attract the attention of the flight attendant, and then you put it in her cup." Poisoned! On the entire plane, only you are sitting far away from that stewardess, but you have been hovering beside her, don’t you have ulterior motives?!"

Bai Lan: "...that's because the flight attendant's seat is next to the restroom."

"That will further confirm my guess!" Mori Kogoro said loudly, "Not only did you want to poison her, but you also found a perfect place for your sneaky whereabouts by virtue of her unique position." An excuse! Otherwise, unless you have kidney deficiency, why did you wander around the door of the toilet so many times? It’s really too scheming, but I, Mori Kogoro, have seen through all of these! Hahaha!"

Bai Lan: "..."

...How should he explain this?

You can't say that you just lingered there just for the convenience of passing information secretly in the bathroom, right?