【Taizhong】Misplacement

Part C

C2

"What?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also puzzled, and slightly raised the black umbrella in his hand, revealing a pair of blank blue eyes that could see the long and narrow silhouette of an adult, "You got a picture of me?"

He leaned his upper body forward slightly, and leaned over to look at the tablet screen suspended in a certain screen in Osamu Dazai's hand. Wearing a custom-made lambskin glove that fits the hand, his right hand was idly holding an umbrella, while the other hand was still calmly behind his back. behind.Osamu Dazai, who was mature on the outside but only on the inside, saw the familiar head close to him, glanced down, and saw the small white nape exposed, and the unfamiliar but warm scent of shampoo in his nostrils.

He was dazed, without recalling it, and subconsciously frowned subconsciously on his face, but his thoughts were all over the place: How tall is Zhongye?Why does it look similar to the one I'm familiar with?Ten years have passed, has Zhongye not been able to break through the 1.7-meter barrier for such a long time?

At the same time, there was no delay in what he wanted to say: "Here, look?"

The young man whose inner soul is still a young mafia cadre is obviously very good at double-tasking, what he thinks in his heart has nothing to do with what he says, and he can also happily talk to Zhongyuan Zhongya about the clues he discovered, as if he had never seen a clue from the past. Did not go to God.The adult who was ten years older than his actual age seemed to notice something, raised his eyelids and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally - just flicked, didn't say anything, and then focused on the content of the surveillance video;

But Osamu Dazai's eyelids trembled slightly, and he suddenly thought very inappropriately of how the night before, how this now cold-looking adult was lying on the bed, pestering him for more.

Flexible, slippery, fiery.

China also...

The young Mafia looked calm, silently meditating on the name he had pronounced countless times.

The 28-year-old Zhong Yuanzhong obviously didn't think as much as the person next to him. He frowned and looked at the picture on the screen in front of him. Under the monitoring of high-definition night vision, the whole picture showed a kind of misty green.

The progress bar of the surveillance video reached 12 minutes and [-] seconds. A black slender and neat figure appeared from the left end of the screen. Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously glanced at the upper left corner of the screen. The time record above showed that it was [-]:[-] at night;

The image continues. Although the intruder's movement of intruding into the screen is swaggering and looks very familiar, the attire still carefully conforms to the impression of the intruder, and the whole body is tightly wrapped: a street boy's hip-hop style, white board shoes, wide trouser legs With a sweater, a black skull mask covering half of the face, the brim of the peaked cap on the top of the head is extremely low, and the fat hood of the hooded sweater is buckled on top of the peaked cap.The camera recorded that after he entered the laboratory area, he did not look around. He rushed to one of the tall experimental machines with a strong purpose and squatted down with his back facing the monitor, and then began to do everything from the tool bag he carried. Get out your tools and assemble that fuzzy looking homemade bomb.

In order not to hinder himself, the young man on the screen rolled up the sleeves on his arms, exposing a thin wrist with a protruding carpal bone—combined with his height, he can roughly see the shape of this person.When the screen progress bar reached 40 minutes and [-] seconds, the young man who was busy with manual work turned his head and rummaged in the bag. It fell out of the gap and rubbed against the side face blurred by the mask, so that people could clearly see that it was a strand of soft orange hair with slightly curved ends and long hair.

"........."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakajima Atsushi who gathered around to see this scene fell silent and stopped talking.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked, and with a slight movement of the hand holding the umbrella handle, the black umbrella propped crookedly above his head turned steadily.He doesn't think this explains anything, after all, national conditions come first, and his height and build are really average (Chuya: Osamu Dazai's damn 1.8-meter bamboo pole is a rare commodity), and his hair color is also on the dyeing board of every barbershop The most basic color.Even if the filter condition of hair color is added, on the premise that the age cannot be determined, there are enough men with his height, body and hair color in the whole territory to catch a lot. If only these points are used, it is really impossible to determine The kid on the screen is himself.

What's more, in the middle of the night four days ago, he was drinking bitter black coffee to refresh himself at his home while working overtime to catch up with work.The double pressure of desire, dissatisfaction and a lot of work made him get rid of dark circles and exuberant anger. A circle of subordinates who were reprimanded by him via video conference and sent back to redo for unqualified reports can all testify.

So that can't be him.

The top cadre of the mafia who is no longer the impulsive and frizzy young boy is casually thinking, but then again, what is shown on this surveillance video... is indeed...

Intentionally or not, Osamu Dazai glanced in this direction.

Looking at it carefully, Zhongyuan Zhong also slightly tilted his head, frowned and opened his mouth, as if talking to himself: "Do you like it?"

After a few seconds of silence, Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima nodded hesitantly.Akutagawa was usually taciturn, but Atsushi scratched his face and added: "The time was too short, there was no major movement, maybe it was a misjudgment... But in just a few minutes, this person's every move has the feeling of 'Mr. Nakahara'" Very clear and strong."

The 25-year-old Atsushi Nakajima, who has become one of the reliable pillars of the detective agency, candidly expressed his opinion: "If I were on the scene and had a short face-to-face meeting with the other party, I would think that it was Mr. Nakahara. .”

"..." Ryunosuke Akutagawa frowned slightly.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

He can understand the meaning of Renhu's words, because Atsushi Nakajima can be regarded as a fighting talent in the detective agency now, and he is the best candidate for surprise and attack when encountering difficult incidents. The same is true of the positioning of the organization in the past so many years.So he can understand that for people like Renhu, whether it is rushing into the rescue or raiding the bandit leader, how to lock the correct target at the moment of sight is always the number one training topic.

"What about you?" Zhongyuan then turned his gaze to Akutagawa, "Did you have something to say just now?"

"I also think that the person on the screen is Mr. Nakahara." Akutagawa Ryunosuke said in a low voice and concisely, "But the smell of framing is too strong, so I'm skeptical."

"It is also possible that the video was left on purpose by the other party." He said, "I tend to draw conclusions after collecting more information."

Before Nakahara had time to speak, Osamu Dazai turned his eyes to Akutagawa, and there was a strange and interesting look in his eyes - seeing Akutagawa's fingers in his pocket slightly curled up, and then let go - Before he came to this time and space, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was still an impulsive brat who would destroy the captives he was going to leave as clues for interrogation without saying a word. Now seeing the mature version of Akutagawa ten years later, even if he had expected it, he would definitely grow up , but it still showed a little bit of interest, as if all the comparisons here that were different from ten years ago could arouse his interest.

"I'm not very clear about the technological situation in this era." After looking at it enough, Osamu Dazai finally brought his mind back to the topic after wandering out of three or four small worlds, and it was consistent with the words on his lips, "But this level of explosion Zha will not easily leave any clear clues, rather, in this case, we should pay more attention to whether the clues we found at the scene are traps, and it is better to start from the background and social relationship investigation of all researchers."

Zhongyuan Zhongye yawned a little, apparently having lost interest early on: he said earlier that for this kind of thing, whether it is the little fox Dazai or the refined Dazai, they all specialize in art.

"As for the person in the video," Dazai clicked and pressed the paused screen, "it's a fake—there's nothing to say. But it's so similar that even I can go away in a daze, he's obviously imitating on purpose, it's planting We don't know whether it's because of blame or something else, but now it seems that this matter..."

He took a last sneaky look at Zhongyuan Zhongya, and the corners of his eyes and brows slightly curved upward: "In any case, it has something to do with Zhongya. Maybe it's someone who is coming to Zhongya to take revenge."

The 28-year-old top cadre of the mafia held an umbrella in one hand and put the other in his pocket. After hearing this, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, vaguely seeing a few moments of arrogance.

He said lazily, "I hope I'm not so weak that I'm bored."

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Atsushi Nakajima, who is half of the person in charge of this incident, which means that he knows the general situation, but he didn't expect that going around would be related to me. I will check it afterwards and find any clues Akutagawa will pass the message to you.

Atsushi Nakajima bowed slightly to him, obviously very relieved of the trustworthiness of this man.

After returning home, and finally returning to the comfortable and constant temperature package from the cloudy and windy environment outside, Zhongyuan Zhong also sighed contentedly, took off his long suit and put it on the back of the sofa, and threw himself into those soft cushions , closed his eyes and waited silently for the warm army to recapture the inside of the body cavity occupied by the cold.

Osamu Dazai followed him into the house. When he came to this era, on the second day, he walked around outside again to appreciate the ten-year changes in people and things in Yokohama. Li put the two bags of vegetables that he bought by the way home on the way home just now on the cabinet in the entrance, and stared at each other for a few seconds with disgust at General who came out after hearing the sound.

Stretching into the living room, he saw Zhong Yuanzhong also sunk in the middle of a pile of soft pillows, holding a huge yellow chicken puppet in his arms, half-closed his eyes, and let out a sleepy look. Short message.

"Nakaya's expression seems to be complaining about how much I went too far the night before yesterday," Osamu Dazai bent down and threw away two doll pillows of incomprehensible shapes, and sat in the middle where Nakaya lay on his side and naturally curled up. He stretched out his hand to poke his partner's face, "You're so sleepy because you didn't sleep well—but in fact, I don't feel like I did anything hard. That's the most innocent thing about the whole thing."

"First, I did not sleep well, and the culprit who did not sleep well just issued a statement of 'he is innocent'." Nakahara Chuya's eyes were focused on the text message on the mobile phone screen, and he did not know what he saw and frowned slightly He frowned, but his tone was still natural, "Second, you sat on my clothes, get up and move your place,—"

Osamu Dazai smiled and raised his buttocks to pull out the piece of cloth underneath, and he was keenly aware that Chuya's words were probably followed by a bad noun at the end. At the last moment, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was not the original partner, so he said After hesitating for a moment, Kankan bit the tip of his tongue.

It's not fun, he curled his lips inwardly.Once or twice can be regarded as novelty and fun, but being treated by a hat store—even a ten-year hat store that has transformed into a lot of high-end—has been treated like a child intentionally or unintentionally, this feeling is really annoying Very upset.

What are you doing? It's obviously just one of them.

Out of the childish mentality of "I'm not happy and you don't want to be happy", Dazai Osamu had many thoughts that could make Chuya jump in an instant, and he didn't notice that the above sentence sounded like "Nakahara Chuya" "Also" is like a proper pronoun; and if the various thoughts that grow in his mind are described by spring bamboo shoots, then the wild bamboo forest in the mountain forest is not accurate enough. I am afraid that it must be a field of spring bamboo shoots specially cultivated and mass-produced. base.

This time, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't notice the vicious thoughts of the people around him. He was busy arranging the matter of "filtering the candidates he might offend".This kind of thing sounds simple, but it is extremely troublesome in practice: what is the appropriate degree of filtering?Check the social relationship and find out which level to stop?How far back does the range of possible offenders go back?Do you want to include people who hold grudges because of some trivial things, or only record those who may "hold grudges"?

Zero and zero total, and so on.Fortunately, the subordinates of Zhongye in the Central Plains are quite familiar with this task, and they will not come up and feel blind.

Osamu Dazai got up and stepped on the sofa, and then squeezed behind Nakahara Nakaya and lay down on his side, stretched out his hand to hug Nakahara in front of him into his arms.Two handsome men of adult size stayed on the bed and insisted on huddling together on the sofa. Zhongyuan Zhong didn't fall off the sofa, which only shows that he did not take up much space, and the second is that he bought a large sofa set. Foresight.

Silently read those text messages that went up one after another, and then he just took Nakahara Chuya's mobile phone and looked through it with relish, Dazai Osamu looked at it for a while and suddenly said: "I thought Chuya didn't care much about it. .”

"Well, I really don't care much." Zhongyuan Zhong was also a little annoyed by his behavior of squeezing over and taking away his mobile phone. He stretched out his fingers and tapped the arm around his waist as if warning, and said, "But there are a few Kind of weird."

Regarding the current inexplicable situation, he really doesn't have much thought-to be honest, he has seen enemies with more methods, and he has also carried bigger and heavier scapegoats. Once the opponent even prepared sufficient physical witnesses And very schemingly, he didn't push it out all at once, but let the police investigating the incident advance layer by layer like bait, and finally found that all the roads to solve the case lead to him.

That time was the real thrill, and he himself was doubting himself-what is the highest result of being framed?That is to make the parties themselves believe in everything that is put on the table.

If not for...

Well, it's getting far away, now I think about what to do with those who don't.Nakahara Chuya was thinking about things in his mind, he snatched back the phone without any delay and pressed the send button for a new text message, and was snatched back again, while the young version of Dazai Osamu, who was tightly surrounding him behind him, was holding the phone After arriving at a new game, he gradually explored the customs clearance route and analyzed the tone leisurely:

"I thought it was some interesting case at first. That young man from Nakajima wanted to come to the house to ask the original 'me' to come forward to investigate together, which caused me to hold super-big expectations, but it turned out completely. Isn't that the case."

"For such an incident, if the accident option is excluded and the human factor is confirmed, then there are two situations left--bad competition among peers and personal hatred for the research content. There may not be no personal hatred for an individual person in the institute, But for a research institute of this scale, unless it is a world-class scientific researcher, the contribution of a single person will not be large, and there is no need to use such a deadly posture."

"As for competition among peers, I don't think anyone would want to rashly challenge our majesty today, or attack a supernatural research institute under the name of the port mafia... The production of ignorant fools and lunatics who don't know how to live or die is scarce. , the vast majority of people in this world are still normal people. And if there are individuals or organizations that really have the strength to support such provocations, then it is not something that the child can solve alone, and the process of locking the target should also be very fast. right."

Hearing Dazai Osamu say "challenge our majesty" with a 28-year-old body, Nakahara couldn't help laughing for some reason, but quickly realized the point of this passage, and blinked: " What? This is in our name?"

He was at a loss. He really didn't know when this happened, and he didn't know why even he, the top cadre of the "progressive" who had been in office for many years, didn't know about this kind of thing, but a "past tense" who exchanged souls from the past "The top cadres will know.

"Ah, I don't know if it's because there is no big fanfare and support in black and white. It proves that after so many years, we still only have the small 5.00% of the small capital expenditure that I signed at the beginning." Dazai Osamu looked calm Consoling, in a falsely innocent tone, "Don't worry about Zhongye, I will remember it just because before I exchanged it, the institute had just been completed, and the financial support contract sent over still smelled like a letter just taken out of the printer. The smell of ink—and just before I handed you the monitor to indicate the situation, Akutagawa wanted to say but was interrupted by me, it should be this matter, you can know it at a glance."

He paused, then added with a smile: "Don't worry, this doesn't prove that you are any more stupid."

Going around here waiting for him, Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth, and the sense of burnout he had just entered from a cold place into a warm room disappeared. man beat up.

Fortunately, people behind me saw that the person's temper was lifted up as usual, and he was satisfied, and he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and continued the analysis just now: "Then the option of peer competition can be ruled out first. In fact, another option' because of the research "Personal grievances arising from content" is a good direction of investigation, but as far as I know, Mr. Mori has no habit of causing such anger from others, and under the control of the black market in Yokohama, the Institute wants to do something privately It's also very difficult...Of course, if Chuya said that the leader has changed, that's another story, but this kind of good thing that should be celebrated with a drink should not happen, it's a bit regrettable."

Nakahara also let out a "hum" from his nasal cavity, thinking that Dazai Osamu is indeed Dazai Osamu, ten years ago and ten years later, the same annoying tone, the boss on the face said impatiently: "So?"

Ahhh, that's right, it's normal to be irritable.Osamu Dazai turned his back to himself, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a meaningful smile: "So, when the two things under normal circumstances don't work, we have to consider some abnormal situations. For example... …This explosion itself is not intended to vent anger, but to misdirect our attention to this aspect, so as to ignore what the research here is doing, and what he is doing here.”

Zhong Yuanzhong also listened silently.

And at this moment, not far from this villa, a black car was driving fast in this wealthy residential area where every inch of land was expensive.

"Yes, I understand. I will definitely report the disappearance to Mr. Zhongyuan immediately."

For some reason, the subordinate who couldn't get through to his boss had no choice but to ask the person closest to here to drive here, so that his direct boss would know what he had just investigated and found in the first place.

"Since we don't want us to know, why bother to keep that video? Just destroy everything, including traces and evidence, and nothing will happen?" Inside the villa, Osamu Dazai said, "So, that video The video is the 'information' he left behind for someone to see."

Finally found Mr. Zhongyuan's residence, his subordinates stopped the car, walked quickly to the entrance and rang the doorbell.

"So let's go back to the original question. Chuya, what you said earlier about 'there are a few oddities' - referring to the 'he deliberately showed a lock of hair so that we can further confirm that he resembles you'. What's the matter..." Osamu Dazai put his arms around Nakahara from behind.He is clearly talented, but his tone of speech is lazy, careful and with a smile that cannot be explained clearly.

"Or does it mean, 'Chuya, you actually know the person on the screen, but you kept it a secret and no one told you about it'?"

The voice fell, and the living room was silent. General, a shepherd dog with great personality, ran to that favorite corner to take a nap;

On the sofa, the 28-year-old Nakahara Nakaya was hugged by Osamu Dazai, lying on his side so that the hair on the side of his face hung down, hiding his beautiful narrow blue eyes in the small shadow cast by the hair; not far away The doorbell of the porch door rang one after another, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also remained expressionless and silent.

The subordinates outside the door also confidently thought that they had brought good news.

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