"Over there - ah, there's a dead person." Dazai Osamu was standing next to Shibai, leaning his head slightly to look at what was happening over there. His good eyesight allowed him to confirm what was happening over there through the gaps in the crowd.

Dazai Osamu's attitude was very cold, far from the enthusiasm and liveliness he had shown in the past, but compared to his previous smile which seemed to be a mask, he now spoke these words subconsciously in a light tone, looking more real, more like a child living in the chaotic mafia.

Shi Bai lowered his head to the side. He was a head taller than Dazai Osamu. The fourteen-year-old Dazai Osamu now looked only about 1.5 meters tall. So from this angle he could only see the hairy head but couldn't make out Dazai Osamu's expression at the moment.

Perhaps noticing the gazes from above, Dazai Osamu looked up and smiled again, "Mr. Tsurumaru, you look very interested. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

The smile on Shi Bai's face faded a little, and he shook his head, "No, let's go back."

Of course Dazai Osamu would not refuse. He put his hands at his sides, exposing his back to Shibai's eyes, and took two steps forward at a very girlish pace, and said casually: "I heard that Yokohama is in chaos recently, and it's not just the mafia side."

"The most famous one is probably the serial murder case." Dazai Osamu said in a tone that sounded like he had read some irrelevant information from a newspaper. "The only common feature of the victims found so far is that they were close siblings."

"I don't know if what I just encountered is related to this incident. If it is really related to this case, the body of the brother of the girl with red hair would have been found during this period of time."

"How pitiful." Dazai Osamu sighed with an exaggerated gesture.

Shibai's footsteps froze in place. Dazai Osamu walked forward and was some distance away from Shibai before he reacted. He turned around in confusion and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Tsurumaru?"

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Ah, I see. Mr. Tsurumaru must be interested in this case, right? Then we can go back!"

But to Dazai's surprise, Shibai just glanced at that place, and the emotionless and slightly inorganic coldness in his eyes would make any human being feel a chill down the spine.

Ah, I almost forgot, Dazai Osamu put down the smile on his face and thought. No matter how much he pretends to be a human, the "person" in front of him is just a sword, a weapon born for killing and fighting.

Why did he forget this before? It was probably because the other person looked too much like a human.

Shibai had no idea what the boy in front of him was thinking. He simply looked away, hid the emotion that had accidentally been revealed on his face and put on a smile that belonged to Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

After all, no matter how good Shibai's acting is, he is not Tsurumaru Kuninaga. As an actor, he should know better than anyone how much impact being too immersed in a role can have on an actor.

Once the part of the sword god in his body exceeds the originally set limit, will he still be [Shibai]?

Will he become one with the sword master after such a long time and role playing that he can no longer remember his original name or who he is?

He does get into the role sometimes and thinks of himself as Tsurumaru Kuninaga. So at this time, he can only control the degree and not let himself get too deep, and after this situation passes, he will immediately return to his own character.

This is also the reason why Shi Baihui secretly complained about the current political situation a few days ago. Because he realized the invisible harm this would bring to all the inquisitors who participated in this mission.

The reason why he realized it after playing for so long was simply because he was an actor who often played other people and was so immersed in the role that he inadvertently overlooked this most obvious point.

Probably because there was no camera and no director to supervise him all the time, Shibai was a little overwhelmed for a while. He didn't know when to enter the role and when to get out of it. He couldn't control the time well, so he accidentally showed the [Shibai] part in front of others.

It was just a moment, so it shouldn't be a problem, right? He never thought about how intimidating his expressionless face was, and simply ignored the problem. He smiled at Dazai Osamu and said, "If it's a murder case, it will be very lively, right? Didn't you just say that I'd better not attract attention?"

Shibai hesitated in his heart, and decided to follow Mori Ogai's habit and called him, "Dazai-kun?"

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "You're right, Mr. Tsurumaru. So after buying the cake, shall we go back directly?"

This time, it was Dazai Osamu who led the way. Shibai stood behind Dazai Osamu and once again looked at the place surrounded by the crowd. The long red hair of the dead girl that appeared from the gaps in the crowd was like withered rose petals struggling in the mud.

Looking at this terrifying, or perhaps pity-filled, scene, Shi Bai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, which was very rude, because this color was not possessed by the person he was looking for.

"Come to think of it, why do we have to buy the cake back?" Shi Bai asked this question while standing in front of the counter when they arrived at a dessert shop that was decorated in a very girly way.

He moved his fingers across the various cakes, slightly suffering from a fear of making choices.

Dazai Osamu folded his hands, and said with a tone of intimacy and disdain, "Mr. Tsurumaru, don't you think it's disgusting to see two grown men sitting together in a dessert shop, eating cake face to face?"

Living in a circle filled with the most advanced entertainment culture, big stars can only think of popular phrases in the fans' comments such as "So cute and sweet!", "I'm so touched!", "xxx and ooo are real!" when they blink.

In response to the doubt and confusion revealed by Shi Bai, Dazai Osamu once again covered his forehead and muttered helplessly: "Why am I telling you this?"

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to care about these things. He turned his attention to the cake cabinet again. He rolled his eyes and changed his tone, saying: "Because of Mr. Mori, Mr. Mori--"

Dazai Osamu curved his beautiful iris eyes and said, "Because Mr. Mori's daughter likes cakes very much, I asked you to buy some when I go back."

"A daughter?" Shi Bai was a little surprised, "It turns out that Dr. Sen even has a daughter."

Dazai Osamu: "Yes, yes - many people know it, but Mr. Tsurumaru didn't pay attention to it, so he didn't know it."

Because he felt that Dazai Osamu had no need to lie about this, Shibai nodded and asked, "What flavor of cake does the child like?"

Dazai Osamu said: "I don't know, after all, that child doesn't like me at all."

"Eh - are you hated, Dazai-kun?" Shibai said in a long voice, with a teasing tone, and then he pointed at himself with a very dazzling smile, "Leave it to me, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, at this time!"

"Although I don't know what children like—" Shi Bai stopped choosing and stood up and said, "At this time, why not just buy one of each and let her choose!"

He tilted his head and smiled at Dazai Osamu: "This is also a great scare!"

Thinking about the price of this cake shop and the card in his hand that belonged to Mori Osamu, Dazai Osamu smiled a smile that could almost be compared to Shibai's: "Yes! This will be a great surprise!"

With Dazai Osamu's approval, Shibata waved his hands and said, "This, this, and this, all of them! Oh, this is not bad either, the ice cream will melt if you take it home... Eh? Do you have an ice pack service? Then give me one of these too!"

The waiter standing in the counter followed Shibai's instructions with a smile on his face and packed it into a high-end box very quickly the moment Shibai said it.

Dazai Osamu looked at this scene of tacit cooperation and happily swiped the card at the end, "Then let's go back, Mr. Tsurumaru?"

Shi Bai refused and said, "It would be too greasy to just eat cake. Besides, since this is our first meeting, I should give him some gift, right?"

Hearing the hidden message, Dazai Osamu, who was holding half of the cake (weight) in his hand, froze his smile, "So, do you still want to continue?"

A raging fire rose behind Shi Bai, which was totally inconsistent with the sword. "Is this of course? Isn't it interesting? If I can surprise that little girl, it will be even more perfect!"

The reason he did this now was because he remembered something - when he was still in the period of political affairs, he planned to go to Man-ya to buy supplies with his valet that day, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but he didn't expect that Tsurumaru Kuninaga was staring at a grocery store with quite a lot of interesting things with his shining eyes.

Because I thought it wouldn't cost much, I followed Tsurumaru Kuninaga. But I didn't expect that when I returned... well, it was a huge shock.

Shi Bai sighed helplessly in his heart, but his eyes stopped when he passed a store. Oh my... is there such a thing in this world?

The weight in his hands was nothing to Shibai. With an interested look on his face and a pair of bright eyes that were no different from Tsurumaru Kuninaga, he put on a pair of glasses with the help of the shopping guide and asked Dazai Osamu, "How is it? This suits me very well, right?"

What's going on? He just wanted to tease Mr. Mori, but why does it feel wrong? Dazai Osamu looked at the pair of Ultraman-style salted egg sunglasses tiredly and replied, "Yes, it suits you very well, Mr. Tsurumaru."

At least it's not as eye-catching as a leopard print jacket.