“Dazai——”

"You—asshole!!!"

Nakahara Chuuya jumped down from a high place.

He put his hands in his pockets with black gloves on, raised his right leg high and smashed it straight down towards Dazai Osamu's head.

With the strong wind.

Dazai Osamu dodged and turned aside.

When Chuuya Nakahara's heel touched the ground, the ground instantly cracked and spread outward in a spider web shape with the point of contact between Chuuya Nakahara and the ground as the center.

With the power of a bomb, countless pieces of gravel exploded outwards along with this attack, and Nakahara Chuuya exerted force on his heels, and while gaining the momentum for the second time, his other leg swept forward fiercely and hit Dazai Osamu's abdomen again.

But this time, Dazai Osamu did not escape.

“Bang!!!!”

The force that hit Dazai Osamu did not add any supernatural powers, or it was negated by Dazai Osamu's supernatural powers the moment it came into contact.

But Nakahara Chuuya's strength was still terrifying. Dazai Osamu was thrown back violently, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the wall.

Dazai Osamu: “…”

Nakahara Chuuya frowned and looked at Dazai Osamu, then slowly withdrew his gaze.

relieve anger.

——First thought.

Nakahara Chuuya reached out to adjust his hat, and while watching Dazai Osamu "pull" himself out of the wall and cough twice with difficulty, he withdrew his gaze without any guilt.

But Dazai Osamu is not the type of person who will obey after being beaten once.

He would just -

"Ah ...

"The black-black dwarf--"

He read the words one by one, stretching them out.

The behavior would be extremely abominable in anyone's eyes.

There were a few more crosses on Nakahara Chuuya's head.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his voice low and his teeth gnashing: "Dazai..."

Almost in the next second, Nakahara Chuuya was about to throw a heavy punch, aiming his fist at Dazai Osamu's face to quell his anger, but a small team came running from the side. They walked in an orderly manner, and when they stopped in front of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, they saluted the two of them.

They were all wearing black suits.

A member of the Port Mafia.

"Master Dazai, Master Nakahara."

The leader of the team that came in bent down and spoke to the two childish ghosts who were about to rush out again: "The leader sent a message, asking the two adults to investigate the matter first and then go to see him."

That incident refers to the escape of prisoners from the 009583 prison cell.

The Port Mafia has not really established a foothold in Yokohama, and the Port Mafia, which does not yet have a supernatural license, is at the center of the storm. Every move is watched by countless people, and countless organizations are secretly provoking disputes. The person in the 009583 cell is the leader of one of the organizations.

It is probably a medium-sized mafia group, and that person will also be of some help to the future development of the port. Originally, that person was intended to be a joker, but who knew it would become what it is now.

Three days ago, the leader of an organization in the 009583 detention room.

Run away.

The incident happened suddenly. The people in the monitoring room only saw a flash of red light and a vague figure behind them. The ceiling of the detention room was completely pierced from top to bottom, and the circuits buried in the cement were flashing with lightning.

The terrifying thing is that such a scene is simply impossible for a human being to achieve.

Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu looked at each other.

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his voice and asked, "Does the leader have any other instructions?"

"No, Lord Zhongyuan," they replied.

The ochre-haired boy narrowed his eyes, and his gaze swept around him before landing on Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu raised his head slightly and looked at the hazy sky.

"And there were things that needed to be investigated a few days ago—" He stretched out the last syllable meaningfully.

Nakahara Chuuya seemed to remember something, and his brows wrinkled visibly.

Dazai Osamu glanced at Nakahara Chuuya without saying anything.

It was the member of the team who spoke up: "The extent of the damage in the 009583 cell was beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. Testing confirmed that it was done by a person with special abilities, and no prisoners have escaped from the cell yet."

Nakahara Chuuya: “Haven’t found it yet?”

"...Our people have expanded the search area and have not found anyone, but we have found some clues."

"Now that we have found the clue, let's investigate further."

"But..." The man hesitated again.

Dazai Osamu looked up at the sky in boredom, seemingly having no interest in such intelligence chats. The clouds in the sky changed shape, but the moon in the boy's eyes did not change much.

It seems that everything is boring and silent.

The iris-colored eyes were quiet and silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

Nakahara Chuuya spoke: “Speak.”

"That's a rumor. There's information that the prisoner went to the shrine on the mountain before being put in the cell and was blessed by the god in the shrine..."

"Huh? Lord God?" Nakahara Chuuya showed an expression of disbelief.

Does anyone still believe in God now?

Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "The information you found——"

The team immediately lowered their heads, and the leader spoke: "I'm sorry, Lord Zhongyuan, we didn't do our job well, but the intelligence we did receive was from Lord God..."

When Nakahara Chuuya was about to speak, Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke.

He was originally looking at the sky, but now he seemed to have heard everything.

He took out his cell phone with great interest.

"It's the God, Chuuya."

His tone was relaxed, and he casually pressed the screen of his phone twice, then he held the corner of the phone with two fingers and shook it in front of Nakahara Chuuya, and finally said, "The discussion on the forum has been very intense recently."

With his excellent eyesight, Nakahara Chuuya could clearly see the small words on Dazai Osamu's phone.

“What is this?…” Nakahara Chuuya was a little hesitant.

Regardless of the team members who were still bowing and apologizing, they bent even lower the moment Dazai spoke, as if they were afraid to meet the eyes of this senior cadre or to attract his attention.

"[God of the Mountains]."

"What is that?"

At this time, Dazai Osamu's attitude seemed to have returned to the enthusiastic state he had at the beginning. "Come to think of it, I saw it when Chuuya was writing a report two days ago. After all, Chuuya was writing too slowly. So I checked the forum and found it. What they said was very interesting."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

What on earth was Dazai Osamu doing a few days ago when he said he was feeling unwell, dizzy, unable to write a report and could only lie in bed with his eyes closed?

I was just taking a break.

Nakahara Chuuya was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but it seemed that Dazai Osamu was able to pinpoint the point where Nakahara Chuuya was about to explode, and his tone suddenly became much more serious.

Such actions are usually used to change the topic.

But Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't say anything at this time, so he had to hold back his anger.

The honest man is from the Central Plains.

The subordinates standing nearby thought the same thing, but did not dare to speak.

"If you are lucky, you can find the shrine of the god by searching in the mountains. You need to pass the test of the god of the shrine first, and then make a wish to the god..."

Dazai Osamu stroked his chin and imitated the girl's voice, reading the sentences on the forum on his phone: "Saying 'God, God, please fulfill my wish and then say your own wish in your heart...' Huh? Hahahahaha... Chuuya, is this a wishing well?"

Perhaps the tone of Dazai Osamu was too hateful, so Nakahara Chuuya punched Dazai Osamu without hesitation and said with an unpleasant face: "Don't hate others."

"Hey, hey." Dazai Osamu dodged the punch and said nonchalantly, "So, this is why the leader wants us to work overtime?"

The subordinate, with his head bowed, struggled to explain: "Officer Dazai, we don't have any vacation time..."

"Ahh..." Dazai Osamu stretched his back and walked in one direction by himself, seemingly ignoring what others said. "Where are we going later? Let's have a drink. Maybe there will be a drink that can cause suicide with detergent on the menu today..."

A cross appeared on Nakahara Chuuya’s forehead again.

In the ten minutes that he met Dazai Osamu today, he had been irritated by this guy no less than four times.

Everywhere, I feel like I'm at the crater of a volcanic eruption.

“Come back to me!!”

It brought about another violent impact.

Nakahara Chuuya's face was dark, and the ground beneath his feet had turned into a pile of rubble. Dazai Osamu, who was walking slowly at first, had jumped onto the container without knowing when. He lowered his head and looked down at Nakahara Chuuya and said, "Chuuya, you are blocking my way home from get off work."

“Even so, we have to complete the leader’s mission first…” Nakahara Chuuya’s voice was low and hurried.

The subordinates had already lowered their heads so low that they only tried not to hurt the two of them in a fight.

"Mr. Mori's mission..." Dazai Osamu looked listless when talking about the mission. "If you really want to know the truth, why not go there?"

Nakahara Chuuya’s eyelids twitched.

"Since it is a mountain god, it must be in the mountains they mentioned." Dazai Osamu said, "The god's shrine may be found, and there may really be a god who can fulfill wishes."

"For the mission?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned.

Obviously, to them, gods are more like a joke, and making wishes to gods is ridiculous. Compared to gods, they are more willing to believe in themselves.

"When there is only one clue left, it is natural to grab it." Dazai Osamu said calmly, "Chuuya, if you want to complete the mission, and there is only this one clue left, what will you do?"

Nakahara Chuuya was silent.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

The only iris-colored eye that was exposed was flickering with an unclear mist, and the darkness within was still deep. The indifference that was stickier than black mud slowly clung to his soul.

"If gods really exist, wouldn't this be an unexpected reward?"

He said.