Let's kill them all then!

[I've noticed that Dazai Osamu, you're quite the stickler for details. Even if you don't watch it, I'd still like to.]

Let me go over and say a few words; I guarantee it'll melt your heart with sweetness.

[It's still pinned to the top? Dazai, you bastard!]

Dazai shut down his computer without finishing reading the post. This kind of post has no reference value at all; they're all useless. How come they didn't even find out who the person was?

But Chuuya is actually patrolling during the day now? Is it really because of some so-called—heart-fluttering romance? A dark glint flashed in Dazai's eyes. This is really annoying.

Dazai attributed this to the fact that the puppy was hiding something from its owner, without thinking about it in detail, or rather, he was afraid to think about it in detail.

Dazai, who knew the Mafia's patrol routes like the back of his hand, slipped away as soon as he got off work and found Chuuya on patrol without much effort.

Just as the people discussing on the forum said, Chuuya wasn't wearing his familiar black and brown suit today, nor was he in his everyday clothes. In the end, Chuuya, who hadn't managed to outmaneuver the leader, had acquired all sorts of new suits in various colors. Today, Chuuya was wearing a gray suit, and the setting sun shone on him, softening his entire aura.

Dazai looked Chuuya up and down, a flash of amazement in his eyes. With the heavy suit coat removed, his perfect body proportions were revealed, and he looked capable and slender.

[Aren't you stunned? It's so sweet!]

Thank you, Mr. Mori!

[Formal attire is the best cosmetic procedure for men, and Mr. Mori understands this well.]

Chuuya noticed the comments on the screen. Dazai Osamu was around him now? Chuuya looked up and keenly scanned his surroundings, meeting Dazai's gaze as he stood on the rooftop, making no attempt to hide himself.

Seeing that he had finally been discovered, Dazai leaped off the roof and landed not far in front of Chuuya.

What are you doing here?

"Shouldn't I be asking Chuuya this? As a high-ranking officer, he took on an easy job, and he's dressed like this..."

Dazai racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, since Chuuya looked really good this time, which made him even more annoyed.

"How dare you say that to me!"

"Of course I'm different from Chuuya."

Chuuya was speechless. This familiar feeling... Was his initial attraction back then really just a delusion caused by Dazai's red eyes?

"So what are you doing here?"

Chuuya checked the time on his phone and realized it was time to change shifts. He sent Akutagawa a message to let him know, but didn't say anything else.

"Shouldn't it be that Chuuya is the one who appeared in my sight?"

Dazai leisurely walked over to a bench next to Chuuya and sat down, looking up at Chuuya.

"Huh? You know perfectly well that this is a Mafia patrol route, and it's not close to your detective agency."

"That's too domineering, Chuuya. This isn't mafia territory. Why can't I be here? And isn't it because Chuuya voluntarily switched to the patrol post?"

I won't say who came on their own initiative.

[Dazai's talking a lot again.]

[Never admit it's your problem]

[You still seem to know so much about Chuuya's situation.]

Chuuya walked to another bench and sat down, thinking about the comments he had just seen.

"So what do you want to know?"

"I heard that he changed his appearance because he has someone he likes, and even switched to daytime patrols. It's hilarious..."

"It's true."

One sentence made Dazai freeze, and then, as if he hadn't heard clearly, he picked at his ear.

"Haha, what did Chuuya just say? I don't think I heard him clearly."

[Really, Dazai?]

[So, he's admitting he has someone he likes?!]

It's Dazai! It's Dazai! I can only accept that it's Dazai!

[Wouldn't they just go straight for A in the middle? I can't think of anyone besides Dazai.]

Was this all so sudden?

Chuuya looked at the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"I have someone I like."

After answering Dazai's question, Chuuya's gaze fell on Dazai.

Dazai couldn't deceive himself into thinking he hadn't heard clearly, and he suddenly turned his head, but Chuuya had already looked away.

Chuuya felt that it might be a bit too fast and that he should give Dazai some time to prepare. Besides, now was not a good time to confess. Feeling the intense gaze on him, Chuuya slowly turned his head and stared at Dazai for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence.

"So slugs also have courtship rituals."

"Dazai!"

I hate Dazai's mouth.

With such a sharp tongue, he must never have a wife.

[As expected of you, so sour grapes]

Chuuya got up in anger, but he still remembered his original purpose. He had already attacked Dazai Osamu. In order not to beat Dazai up on the spot, Chuuya turned around and left. Dazai looked at Chuuya's back and saw a kind of obsession in his eyes that he himself did not realize.

The next day, at the same time, Xiao Zhong was dressed differently, but it was the same Dazai.

"Chuuya, do you know what you look like right now?"

Chuuya looked up at the other person, and although he knew that Dazai was not going to say anything nice, he was still a little curious.

"Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers."

"Damn Dazai!"

"By the way, who does Chuuya like? Could it be that Chuuya is too afraid to confess and is deliberately patrolling just to bump into her?"

"None of your business!"

Yes, but it seems he didn't need to go to great lengths to bump into you; you came looking for him on your own.

Chuuya looked at Dazai beside him and couldn't help but mutter to himself, but he still couldn't help but refute him verbally.

[Oh no, this is terrible, everyone! Chuu isn't the type to drag things out. If it really is Dazai, why hasn't he confessed yet?]

I do not accept this.

Ever since that day when Dazai took the initiative to wait for him, a Dazai would randomly spawn on his patrol route every day. However, Dazai always managed to kill the conversation and end up parting on bad terms. Chuuya never found an opportunity to confess his feelings.

As time went by, the comments section initially welcomed the two meeting, but as time went on, the comments section became the most anxious whenever the two met.

Chuuya nestled on the sofa, his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrest, pondering when he would finally be able to confess his feelings successfully.

In a room filled with multiple computers, eerie laughter echoed. Scattered on the floor were numerous photos. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that every single photo depicted Dazai and Chuuya, with the central photo being a picture of the two kissing in mid-air on the night of the dragon slaying.

The person in the room seemed to have finally finished laughing, and looked up, revealing a pair of eyes full of madness. Against their perpetually pale skin, these eyes appeared particularly ferocious, yet they were also frighteningly calm. They held a blank sheet of paper in their hand, seemingly lost in thought.

If Dazai and Chuuya were here, they would surely recognize that the perpetually pale-faced man is their old acquaintance—Dostoevsky.

[Something's not right! Mr. Tuo, please don't lay a hand on us, young couple!]

[Dosou's expression is a bit like how my older sister looked when she saw my family's state banquet, so why is there that kissing photo of Chuuya here? It suddenly feels like there are more photos than I have screenshots of.]

[General Tuo: I am Lei Taizhong]

[Is Boss Tuo about to make another big move? Could it be related to vampires?]

The plot of this movie has gone way off track, and Chuuya is practically bursting with frustration. I just hope he's alright in the end.

[Chuuya: Are you insulting me?]

Chuuya's fingers, which were tapping the sofa armrest, paused slightly, and his face suddenly turned bright red. That guy had actually taken a picture of him kissing Dazai that night, and even developed it into a photo?

After calming down, Chuuya recalled the information revealed in the comments earlier. Dostoevsky, that rat, was about to make his move again, and of all times, he chose the moment when Chuuya was about to confess his feelings to Dazai. Typical rat, always disgusting.

But it doesn't matter. No matter what methods they use, he will accept them all. This time, he won't let him escape.

Chuuya looked in the mirror. Today, Chuuya was wearing a white suit. He wondered when the rats hiding in the shadows would come out and disgust him. Chuuya decided to resolve his emotional problems as soon as possible.

When this suit was being made, Chuuya actually had his own little idea: the design was extremely similar to Dazai's white suit from "Snow White".

Wow, Xiao Zhong looks so handsome in that white suit!

Wouldn't a red tie look good?

Chuuya seems to be in an exceptionally good mood today.

Is she planning to confess her feelings today?

Chuuya decided to heed the advice of the comments and put on a red tie. He looked in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

These past few days, the comments section has already come to its senses. I don't know which comment suddenly pointed out that apart from the mafia members, there was no one else they knew around them, thus confirming that the person they liked was Dazai.

After that, the daily barrage of comments was like Chinese New Year, and some people even made bets on when Dazai would confess, but no one actually thought about the possibility of Dazai confessing first.

Today, like every day before, nothing happened; all was calm and peaceful.

However, Chuuya inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable, and he was tense all day long. But Chuuya didn't think about it too much and assumed that it was just the nervousness he was about to experience when he confessed his feelings.

As he was about to finish his patrol mission for the day, Chuuya suddenly felt a pang of fear. As he turned a corner, everything went black before his eyes, and the scrolling of comments on the screen began to increase.

However, at this point, Chuuya could no longer see what was written on the screen. Holding onto his consciousness, he pressed the emergency call button before losing consciousness.

"Let's meet in the new world. Goodnight, Gravity User."

These were the last words Chuuya heard before he fainted, and then he was caught by someone.

"Wow~ Fyodor, you really brought the gravity manipulator here! I really like it, but I have to control my emotions... So let's kill him! That way we won't have to feel the pain of death~"

"No way~ They'll be our companions from now on, so we have to get along well, Nikolai."

"Then let's kill Tuosijun too!"

Gogol grinned wildly, while Dostoevsky, already used to Gogol's unpredictable mood, wore a helpless smile.

“But what Nicolai wants is the unruly gravity user from before. The current Chuuya-kun has had his memories altered by the book, so he can be considered a completely different person from before.”

"Furthermore, I've erased Chuuya-kun and Dazai-kun's memories of each other. If Nicolai kills them now, I'll be in big trouble."

Upon hearing Dostoevsky's words, Gogol suddenly thought of the photos he had collected for Dostoevsky, his eyes suddenly filled with interest, and he snapped his fingers, echoing Dostoevsky's words.

"You truly are my best friend! You're right, but breaking up lovers is just too cruel! But... I like it!"

"Um...this person seemed to have pressed the SOS button before fainting...if we don't leave soon, we'll be surrounded by the Mafia..."

A voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall. The two who were interrupted looked up and met Sigma, who was cautiously observing his surroundings.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Tuosi's pale face, and he slowly spoke, seeing the hint of regret in the latter's eyes.

"Ah! Thank you so much, Mr. Sigma! To welcome our new comrade, could you please move him to headquarters?"

Although it was a question, Dostoevsky gave Sigma no choice whatsoever, staring intently at him.

Sigma then realized that he had been tricked again. With the other party's sharp eyesight, they probably had already noticed and were just waiting for him to speak up.

"Ah! Then I'll leave it to Sigma!"

Gogol exclaimed happily, while Sigmar looked ashen-faced.