【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

After many days of dark clouds hovering over our heads, this morning a torrential downpour hit Yokohama like it was about to wipe away something nasty.

Qiu Daimei, who had been studying the case on the table last night, was woken up by a phone call early this morning.

"Which one?" She yawned and rubbed her eyes. It seemed that it was not yet dawn, and there was very little light outside the curtains. She looked at the alarm clock on the table, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

The caller was Nan Kimura, and he told her to pick up Chuya Zhongyuan.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass outside the window was crackling.

Qiu Daimei was stunned for a long while before connecting this name with the young man with ice blue eyes a few days ago.

"It's useless to rely on 'Mad Dog' alone, he needs to cooperate with 'Black Sheep', but I don't know why 'Black Sheep' has been unable to contact for a while, so your task is to send Zhongyuan Zhongye to 'Black Sheep' 'That."

"Really, is it okay?! Give me such an important task?" Acting Qiu excitedly flipped through a lot of information on the table. If you act together with the black sheep, you will have more opportunities to learn about the case. .

"Ah... about this... that's right! This is a very important task. I gave you this opportunity because I trust you. You must complete it well!" Nan Kimura looked a little embarrassed on the other side of the phone, and felt that it was better not to tell the truth to Qiu Meimei, and told her that the superior had clearly stipulated that Zhongyuan Zhongye should not be allowed to drive in such weather, and the other party had to go to meet the black sheep immediately, a dilemma The truth that Nan Kimura finally sent the "newcomer" who seemed to be very idle to be a driver.

"Yes! I will definitely live up to everyone's expectations and complete this mission! May I ask Mr. Zhongyuan to observe it for a while before returning after I send Mr. Zhongyuan to the destination?"

Nan Kimura's hand holding the phone started to get wet. He took out a few paper towels from the desk and wiped the sweat from his head, feeling a tingle in his conscience: "Ah, no problem, you can go."

Hanging up the phone at the same time, Agent Qiu felt full of motivation, while Nan Mucun collapsed on the chair on the other side.

Therefore, in order to obtain useful information; for the safety of the general public.

That's how things became.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the front glass of the car and flowed down along the window edge. Even though the wipers kept moving back and forth, the visibility was still very low, and a few thunderclaps could be heard from time to time.

The car was driving slowly, and Akimi held the steering wheel nervously with her hands, and looked uneasily at Nakahara Chuya sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.The other party was still dressed in black, with his hands crossed over his chest, a black top hat pressing down his long brown-red hair, and a pair of blue eyes staring indifferently out of the car window.

Although she got an excellent opportunity to talk and there were no other disturbing factors, since she received Zhongya from Zhongyuan, the other party had no intention of talking to her at all!

The other party is also from the underworld, how can someone like her have the courage to strike up a conversation...

Just when the red light came on ahead, Qiu Daimei leaned on the steering wheel in distress.

"Since just now, I have been showing a dissatisfied expression." Unexpectedly, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly turned his head, with displeasure in capital letters on his face, "Why, I feel very disadvantaged for picking me up?"

"No! Not at all!" Qiu Daimei sat up with a "chuckle" and shook her head violently.

The opportunity came!After finally getting on with each other, she must not just let the topic end like this, she secretly cheered herself up in her heart. "Where's Mr. Zhongyuan? I always feel like you have something on your mind?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted: "What a good mood to see that guy."

.......It seems that although they work together, the relationship between the black sheep and the mad dog is not good.

"That..." Qiu Daimei struggled to organize the vocabulary, "What kind of person is Mr. 'Black Sheep'?"

"Scum." Concise and clear.

"......which aspect?"

"All of them." Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists, his eyes showed a faint killing intent, "Every time I see him, I want to hang him."

I feel like I can't go on with this topic!

"That's it..." Qiu Daimei swallowed, and now she can clearly feel how bad the relationship between the two is.

What's going on, for no apparent reason, I want to make a phone call right now and say to Police Officer Nan, "No, Officer Nan, these two people look so strange, I feel that today is a bad day, I admit that I am not capable enough, can I change someone?" Of course, the result must be received again. A reprimand so let's keep going.

There was no other words along the way, Qiu Daimei followed the address given to her by Zhongya Zhongya and followed the navigation to a suburb far away from the urban area.As the woods on both sides gradually spread out, she saw the building surrounded by tall white walls in the rain, like an ancient castle centuries ago, magnificent but pale.

This is a prison, a place specially used to imprison the most vicious criminals.

Because of the greeting in advance, the car entered the gate unimpeded, but the sharp eyes of the armed guards at the gate still made Deputy Qiu Mei break into a cold sweat.She secretly looked at Chuya Nakahara, and as he got closer to the inside of the prison, his complexion became worse and worse, as if what he was going to see next was not his partner but a mental illness infected with more than a dozen deadly infectious diseases patients as well.

The feeling of disgust is almost overflowing.

They parked in the prison center inside the city walls, and were greeted by the deputy warden, a scrawny bald head.He greeted them obsequiously, exclaimed that it had been a long time since outsiders had been in this prison, and then said in a roundabout way that they had to turn in their dangerous items before going in.

Is this for the protection of prisoners or for fear of prison robbery?Although Nakahara Nakaya looked troublesome, he still handed over his miscellaneous knives and two pistols, and Qiu Daimei also took out his own pistol.

Usually it is not used.The deputy warden showed an unpleasant smile, but because Mr. Zhongyuan is here today, a little procedure is needed to prevent you from doing something...bad things.

This is very vague.

After the check was correct, the deputy warden led them into the central elevator and pressed the button on the bottom floor.The elevator shook and began to descend slowly.After reaching the bottom floor, as soon as the door was opened, a gust of cold air rushed in.Different from the ordinary and noisy collective prison above, the prison cells at the bottom are all individual compartments, with soft white sponges laid inside, and tempered glass on the side of the corridor, which is convenient for the staff to supervise the prisoners from the outside.

"The people here are not so much prisoners as patients." The deputy warden waved at them, "Please follow me, by the way, don't get too close to those glass, and don't pay attention to what those people say."

The light underground is very dim, and the incandescent lamp above the corridor emits a blinding white light.

Nakahara Chuya's leather shoes made a clear sound on the smooth floor, Qiu Daimei followed behind them nervously, looking left and right from time to time.

The prisoners in white prison uniforms looked at them curiously, and some of them even exaggeratedly leaned on the glass, their staring eyes were cloudy, and they faltered inexplicable words.There are also some who are doing all kinds of unimaginable things in the corner of the prison room——Qiu Daimei just saw a person gnawing on his own quilt, as if tearing a piece of good beef.

"Please, please wait a moment." She trotted up to the deputy warden, and couldn't help asking, "Is Mr. 'Black Sheep' one of them?"

Now that they had come to the prison, she was mentally prepared if they were to cooperate with criminals next.

"Black sheep?" The deputy warden raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"That guy Dazai." Nakahara Chuya said angrily from behind.

The deputy warden nodded suddenly, then laughed, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Yes, that's a very frightening prisoner, almost everyone in our place will be able to see him for three days just by looking at him. Can't close my eyes."

"Is it such a terrifying existence!?" Qiu Daimei's face was almost pale with fright, and Zhongyuan Zhongya's face twitched in the back as he wanted to say something but was too lazy to say it, so they simply let them go.

"It's just super scary, you see that he is in front of you—"

Before the deputy warden finished speaking, a scream came from the front, and the sternness contained in it made Qiu Daimei's skin crawl.

"Ahhhhhh! I've had enough! I can't kill myself in this secret room full of broken sponges even if you keep whispering in my ear!"

There was a sound of heads banging against glass.

"Are you coming again? It's really hard work for you, listening to Mr. Dazai's suicide tutorial every day." The prisoner with the code name A1047 in the opposite prison huddled in a corner, giggled, yawned, and used his pair Drugs and eyes with drooping eyelids glanced at the black-haired man sitting opposite him with his back to him. He said it was a man, but the other party was also very young, he looked only in his 20s.

The pen holder rotated in the air along the long and beautiful fingers of the other party, and the white coat was crumpled. From this angle, no matter the neck or the half arm exposed by the cuffs of the other party, they were all entangled. Choking bandages.

The man folded his slender legs, the medical record was placed on his lap, and there was an open hardcover book on it, with many notes written in red pen.

"This is impossible~ Suzuki-kun." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, smiling innocently and harmlessly, "You have only learned half of this "Complete Suicide Handbook", it is too much to think about suicide so quickly. Be in a hurry."

"I can't study anymore..." The prisoner wailed, and slid down the glass wall, "Who will save me, I want to leave this ghost place..."

"Sure enough, he is a daunting person, right?" The deputy warden patted the female police officer who was standing there dumbfounded, "But Mr. Dazai is not a prisoner, but a psychiatrist dedicated to our prison, who specializes in treating such mental problems. He is a very dedicated person who provides psychological counseling and spiritual guidance for dangerous prisoners with problems." He turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, and opened his eyes with a smile and told nonsense.

Are you sure he's not making the prisoner worse? !Qiu Daimei was dumbfounded.

Osamu Dazai noticed the movement here, turned his head, first saw the deputy warden walking in the front, and was about to say hello, but when he saw Nakahara Nakaya behind him, his smiling face froze immediately, expressionless He turned his face away and made a sharp cut.

Zhongyuan Zhong also burst into anger: "You guy, you absolutely 'cut—' just now, right?!"

The other party turned around with an innocent smile, and put his hand to his ear: "Ah? What did you say?"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Although the two have nothing in common in appearance and personality, it seems that only their dislike for each other is common.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward, but Agent Qiu quickly blocked the gap between the two of them. If there was a commotion here, it would bring trouble to the deputy warden.

"That, Mr. Dazai, isn't it?" Akimi bites the bullet, not daring to look at the man sitting in front, "In fact, our police have a very difficult case that needs your help, time is running out, can I borrow a step?" say?"

Both sides were startled.

Osamu Dazai widened his eyes slightly: "A case?"

"There is a new mission." Zhong Yuan took a deep breath and let go of his fist, "The superior should have informed you."

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai tapped his temple with the end of his pen, with a stupid look of no impression.

"Where's your mobile phone?" Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the number that couldn't get through.

"It broke when it entered the water a few days ago."

It is absolutely meaningless for this guy to live in this world, and Zhong Yuanzhong is so determined.

TBC