When the double black penetrates the if line

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The two people looked at each other for a moment, the posture was still the same as the original door knocking posture, but the atmosphere had long since lost the ambiguity before, and gradually condensed.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai's hands that were still on his sides, was silent for a moment, and said tentatively, "...do you still want...that one?"

"I don't want it anymore." Osamu Dazai let go of the hand that was holding Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, and straightened up. His heavy and somewhat short breathing had calmed down, and the short four words seemed dry. Dry and dry Baba.

The expression on Dazai Osamu's face is definitely not good-looking. Nakahara Nakahara looked at him from the excitement and confusion at the beginning, gradually condensed bit by bit, and finally solidified into two pieces that were so cold that it was shocking. Shivering ice iron.

Of course, being interrupted at such a moment, Nakahara Chuya's own mood is not much better.

He stood up from the posture with his back against the door panel, smoothed his black coat that was a little crumpled due to the previous action, picked up the hat that fell from his head to the floor at some time, and carefully dusted it off. Dust it off, and put it back on your head.

The conversation on gin and vodka next door continued, but those were just details about how to assassinate Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, so boring that Nakahara Nakahara didn't even bother to spend energy listening.

...assassinate both of them.

"Oh." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, as if mocking the two important members of the black organization next door, "They are too naive."

Once famous in the underground world, only two people single-handedly wiped out an entire organization. How could they be assassinated so easily by things like guns and bullets.

"It's just a slightly powerful organization. I have never seen the power of supernatural beings, nor have I seen what the real darkness looks like under the turbulent waves." Zhongyuan Zhong also had ridicule in his eyes. To openly mock a certain organization or a certain person—of course, except for the special exception of Osamu Dazai—but this time, the timing of the two people next door interrupting them is too subtle, so subtle that even Nakahara Chu I couldn't help feeling a little angry in my heart.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes, and his calm blue eyes were full of turmoil at this moment: "After all, it is an organization that even people with special abilities do not have. It cannot be compared with the real mafia in the other world."

It's like a fish and shrimp floating on the surface in an invisible ocean, just stirring small waves in the shallow water. They don't know what is hidden under the thick deep sea that even light can't penetrate. What a giant.

"The matter of the supernatural being is not a secret—at least, in Yokohama, it is not a secret." Dazai Osamu had barely controlled his emotions, and his face returned to normal.

He inserted the room card into the card slot, listened to the sound of "beep -" the power was connected, bent down and picked up the remote control placed next to him to turn on the air conditioner, changed his usual shoes, and dragged on his slippers Walked out of the porch.

The scenery outside the window of the small hotel on the side of the road is very good, but the room is inevitably very narrow.Because it was a big bed room, apart from a small table on the balcony, the only piece of furniture in the room was the big bed that was placed in the middle of the whole room and took up more than half of the space.

Osamu Dazai sat down by the bed, and continued: "The Black Organization has opened a branch in Yokohama, not to mention fully understanding it, at least they have heard of such things as supernatural powers. Generally speaking, they are not so stupid as to commit suicide. Take a wooden warehouse like this to kill us."

"So." Nakahara Chuya crossed his arms and said coldly, "It's a demon."

"A kind-hearted Russian." Osamu Dazai repeated what Gin said before, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched mockingly, "It's really Fei Jia's style. It's just that this kindness may not be rewarded. Put a quotation mark."

"So it seems that the devil has never appeared, but has it been involved in this matter for a long time?" If there is anyone other than Osamu Dazai that Chuya Nakahara hates dealing with, it must be this dear Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

With a brain comparable to that of Osamu Dazai, but his greatest ideal is to erase all supernatural abilities in the world, he can be regarded as another lunatic who is known for being difficult to deal with.

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that Fyodor used some method to summon a dragon, forcing him to open the turbidity to successfully solve this problem.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel that his brain began to ache: "Should he be called a famous intelligence dealer? Even the whereabouts of the two of us have been tracked down, and he has guessed it in all likelihood." The two of us are from parallel worlds, after all, the real Nakahara Chuya is lying under the ground, and Dazai Osamu of this world is still crazy there."

"Fyodor, Majin." Osamu Dazai said softly, without any aggressive tone, but it made people feel cold all over for no reason.

"Since the whereabouts of the Black Organization and both of us have been traced by him, then the whereabouts of the leader of this world, Osamu Dazai, and the confidence in the rocket launcher for ten years must have been mastered by him." Osamu Dazai calmly analyzed, " It is impossible for the devil to not know the strength of the two of us, and it is almost impossible for ordinary killers in the black organization to assassinate us."

"So I guess, he disclosed our information to the Black Organization, he should hope to use our hands to get rid of the two people in the Black Organization. Of course, it would be great if we could be injured."

"Let the enemy kill each other?" Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, "But it doesn't make sense at all, if he just wants to stir up the muddy water, then he can sell our information in some way Give it to the Vongola Mafia, so that they will be prepared to wipe out all the forces that come to our door."

"But leaking the information to the black organization—" Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, with a little puzzled look on his brows, "I really can't figure this out, is it really just to use our hands to get the black organization to withdraw?" Is this competition in Italy? But I believe that with the strength of the devil, he should be able to do this easily. Why would he risk his identity being found out and send such an anonymous letter? What about the mail?"

"This is where the source lies." Osamu Dazai smiled softly, and said, "Fei Jia's brains are comparable to mine, and the information in his hands is even more impressive, but he has only one flaw."

"The value of force is not enough." Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the pale face of the Russian wearing a white hat, as if he would faint immediately due to weakness from time to time, and corrected his words, "No, it can't just be called The force value is not good, to be precise, he is a physically weak scum."

"That's right. Although Fei Jia is excellent in other aspects, if he is required to play on his own, even I can easily bring him down." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, clearly aware of his physical skill level cognition.

"But what does it mean?" Nakahara asked, "What does this have to do with the Black Organization?"

"Simple. I have investigated the person named Gin in the black organization. He is a very interesting killer." Osamu Dazai licked his lips with an interesting expression on his face, "Although he did not Ability, but when it comes to the level of killing, he is not inferior at all."

"Fei Jia's move this time seems to be to let our two forces kill each other, but in fact it is just to get rid of the people in the black organization. First of all, they have some strength, but they are not as powerful as others. The strong organization will be kicked out of the game." Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai smiled very happily, "Chuya, do you know under what circumstances, a person will go to great lengths to eliminate the players in the game one by one, starting from the weakest one? staff?"

Zhong Yuanzhong had already guessed what he wanted to say next, and he connected the question perfectly, with an expression as unpredictable as the sea: "——when that person himself is also in the game."

"Totally correct." Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers, his eyes showing a hint of excitement, "And if it is hidden behind the scenes and controlled remotely, Fei Jia doesn't have to eliminate the black-clothed organization that is not a threat. Since He chose to attack the black-clothed organization with a certain force value first, so it means that he himself has come now—"

"—Italy." Another voice picked up what Osamu Dazai had said, but it didn't belong to Chuya Nakahara.

At some point, the window on the balcony was opened, and a young man with white hair and a purple upside-down crown under his eyes stepped on the window sill.

He half bowed his waist, allowing the breeze outside the window to mess up his hair, and his smiling eyes were like a shielding wall, so he couldn't see what was really going on in his heart.

This person is very familiar, so familiar that Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai had just met him at the airport when they first arrived in Italy.

"Bai Lan?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little uncertain, tentatively, and gently pronounced the name.

"That's right, it's me." Bai Lan smiled, holding the frame of the window with one hand, and still took out a marshmallow from his pocket with the other hand and put it in his mouth, "It's so rare that you still remember me, I It was a little flattering."

"Did you come here for something?" Osamu Dazai was not as friendly as Nakahara Nakaya. He looked at Bai Lan on the window sill, his eyes full of vigilance and hostility, "Don't tell me you turned on the The window on the second floor of this small hotel is just for running over to peek at what the two inside are doing."

"But you're not doing anything." Bai Lan blinked and said innocently, "I just happened to overheard half of the conversation, and thought it was very interesting."

"What's the matter with you, if you have something to say, tell me quickly. If there's nothing else, I'll let Chuya kick you down." Osamu Dazai said coldly, not wanting to waste his tongue.

"Oh, it does seem a bit scary." Although Bai Lan said so, there was no expression of fear on her face, she just changed the subject and jumped to the main topic, "Because I think what you two said is very interesting, so should you think about it?" alliance?"

"Alliance?" This is the first time Zhongyuan Zhongya has seen his face and rushed to form a team with the two of them. There was a little doubt in his tone and question, "Who are you? Do you have any?" What ability? Why do you think we are willing to form an alliance with you?"

Bai Lan: "..."

This semi-sarcastic tone... Could it be that he is so disrespected now?Anyway, he is also a person who can be called a number in the other world.

Bai Lan's expression only collapsed for a moment, and then returned to normal immediately.

He jumped off the window sill and landed lightly in the room. Nakahara just glanced at him vigilantly, and one hand was gently held by Osamu Dazai beside him.

Osamu Dazai shook his head at him, signaling to listen to what Bailan had to say before making a decision.

Bai Lan didn't seem to notice the turbulent undercurrent here, and said with a smile: "What ability do I have... I think that although I may indeed not be very famous in Yokohama, generally speaking, I still have some information, barely It can be regarded as an intelligence dealer."

"For example?" Now Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the word "information dealer" and couldn't help feeling the urge to attack suddenly. He took a deep breath and felt that Osamu Dazai held his hand tightly and controlled himself. Looking at the white-haired young man coldly, "For example, what information? You know, for the two of us, ordinary information is worthless at all."

Hearing this sentence, Bai Lan couldn't help but smiled slightly.It's just that this smile, besides being sweet at the beginning, also has some darkness and malice that can be touched by reaching out, it's like tearing off the surface, finally revealing the sweet and greasy inside The real essence of Marshmallow's youth: "You asked me what information I have... For example, Chuya Nakahara in this world was killed by the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Osamu Dazai himself."

"I don't know if this information will satisfy you?"