[Bungo Stray Dogs Shuanghei Taizhong] The Seven Year Itch

"Chapter 4" Cheng · 20 years old

Mori Ogai's coming-of-age ceremony for Chuya Nakahara was not on his birthday.

After the banquet, Zhongyuan Zhong also stumbled back home.

The curtains of the huge room were drawn, and a lamp in the bar was unexpectedly lit. The faint light seemed like a dying firefly.

He turned on his brain that had been soaked in alcohol for half a night: "Did I not turn off the lights?"

In the cloud and fog, without thinking about the cause and effect, he went downstairs, reeking of alcohol, and turned off the lights before returning to the room.Nakahara Chuya seemed to catch a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, but his brain was already soaked into old porridge, so he ignored it.

Faintly heard a sigh, came from the moon.

On the second day, Zhongyuan Zhong fell on the road of no return after working overtime.

The memories after drunk were all ignited by ethanol, and disappeared completely in the hall of memory, and he also forgot this insignificant episode not long after.

Going home after the frenzy of overtime, Nakahara suddenly found that the mailbox he hadn't cleared for a long time was full.

Originally, it was just used as a decoration, but now he had to unload the mailbox that could not be opened naturally because it was too full, and use brute force to crack it.

The letterbox was useless, pieces of it fell to the ground in pieces, and the letter was taken out completely.

A plain white envelope with no signature, the date in large letters in black marker, and no addressee.

Zhongyuan Zhong also arranged the letters in chronological order, and found that the time spanned three years.He opened them all at once, only to find that there were stacks of blank papers with no words on them. The paper was rough and smelled like a fragrance.

"Flower fragrance?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also thought this was some kind of prank trick.

But people who play tricks on themselves.

Gee.

Those who know this house, except Chief Mori, Miss Hongye, and Mr. Hirotsu, have only been to Akutagawa and Sai once.

"Tsk!" Zhong Yuanzhong also folded the white paper, put it back in the envelope, and threw this thing into the utility room, intending to dispose of it later.

The action of opening and closing the door makes a perfect arc be drawn on the dusty floor. The air in the room that has not seen sunlight all year round and has no windows for ventilation is turbid, and the musty smell winds around the corner, marching slowly upwards. .

The notification tone of the mobile phone text message broke the silence.

[Come to the office. ]

It's the leader's order.

Zhongyuan Zhong also got into the car and drove towards the destination. The broken mailbox was still left on the ground and had not been disposed of.

Recently things are really more and more.

The atmosphere in the chief's office was somewhat dignified. Mori Ogai put his hands together on a thin document, Ozaki Koyo stood in the shadows, and leaned against the whitewashed wall with his umbrella folded.

"Officer Zhongyuan, I have a task for you." Mori Ogai pulled out another document from the pile of documents. After the folder was unfolded, there was only one photo on it, "Take her down, officer Chuya."

"Hiroko Hirahara... how should I kill her?" Nakahara Nakaya took the folder.

"No, it's to make her fall in love with you." Mori Ogai said with a smile.

"Eh?!"

"Yes, and after she agrees to have a formal relationship with you, open this document," Mori Ogai ignored the sudden irritable expression of his cadres, handed over the document under his hand, and then waved for the two to leave, "The rest of the questions, Mr. Hongye will tell you."

Koyo Ozaki led Nakahara Chuya out of the office, and when he closed the door, Nakahara Nakaya saw Mori Ogai toasting to the setting sun outside the window. The red wine was as thick as blood under the dim light, reflecting the half-set sun.

When he thought of the next task of 'seduce', his head throbbed with pain, and the obscure emotions in his heart rose into shocking waves.

Recently, I always feel that there are some things that are brilliant and unpredictable. People are like scattered cat scratchers and fluff balls that can't find the end of the thread.

Not having full control over your emotions is a terrible thing.

【ETC.】