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It’s still the original recipe, and it’s still the familiar brain tonic.
How can you, a man holding the script, be led astray? ?
Yaoyan: suddenly choked.jpg
#No one can defeat me in my passive brain halo#
Dazai Osamu saw the boy's eyelashes trembling slightly, and raised his grape-purple eyes: "What do you know now? I have never experienced the "betrayal by the master" you mentioned. Your guess is wrong."
His tone was quite firm. If Dazai Osamu had not been fully confident in his speculations and investigations over the past few days, he would have doubted whether he was really wrong.
"Ah, you still hold a loyal heart to your former master until now, and you don't want to believe the fact that you have been betrayed?" Dazai Osamu leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "The existence of a god born from a sword is even more incredible than the existence of a superpower. But all things have spirits, and you are not the first sword god in the world."
"The sword in the hand becomes a spirit, obeying the master's orders wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, the person holding the sword does not know how to cherish it, and regards it as a killing machine. In the end, he even cold-bloodedly gave it to others, just because he wanted to use this body to gain greater benefits."
"However, human greed led to the destruction of the entire organization. The impoverished god who luckily escaped was taken in by Oda Sakunosuke. What do you think, Yaken - maybe I should call you Yaken Toushirou? After all, we are not familiar enough to address each other like that." Dazai Osamu spoke in a slightly drawn-out tone, his eyes sharp.
He then explained to Yaoyan how he had come up with his inference, as if to say, "The evidence is irrefutable, and you can't deny it even if you deny it." Yaoyan was stunned by what he heard.
When Oda Sakunosuke picked up Yaken, he noticed the strange clothes and wounds on her body. When Dazai Osamu first met Yaken, although he tried to cover up and did not immediately jump down from the building to save Dazai Osamu, he could still see Yaken's skills, which were far beyond those of ordinary people, whether it was cutting the rope or saving the cat. The short knife used to cut the rope also aroused Dazai Osamu's suspicion.
Dazai Osamu pretended to be an old lady in order to see the real Yaken sword again and verify whether it was authentic.
Various signs and subsequent intelligence gathering - for example, the day before Oda Sakunosuke picked up Yaken, an external organization that gave the port mafia some headaches was destroyed due to robbing/eating/robbing. And there happened to be a prominent figure in this organization who used the cold weapon of the short blade to fight many with one, and was feared by people as a "humanoid weapon". Since the destruction of that organization, there has been no news about this person, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive, or where he is.
All of this proves how tragic the past of pharmaceutical research was.
Therefore, under the combined influence of multiple factors, Dazai Osamu came to the above speculation.
Yaken was annoyed by this melodramatic script. Although Dazai Osamu deduced the truth based on real details and traces, there were also some misleading things that he and the system deliberately created to conceal their identities.
But, this is too wrong!!!
Don’t think he hasn’t heard of the destroyed organization. This is a piece of news that has caused a sensation in the local area. It was published in newspapers and on TV. There was a brief introduction to the bigwigs in the organization. Shouldn’t the intelligence from all sides show that the person known as the “humanoid weapon” is an adult, a 1.9-meter-tall, scarred-faced macho man? !
Does he look a bit like Yakuken Toushirou?
Dazai Osamu, who performed exceptionally well on this question, raised his hand and answered: "I guess this is fake information deliberately released by that organization. Who would reveal the true information of their own secret weapon? This must be fake." Hehehe, I am really smart and did not fall for it.
Yaoyan: "..."
There is nothing to say, only silence.
"Okay, you didn't come here to listen to my reasoning, did you? I'm not interested in changing my career from the port mafia to become a detective." Dazai Osamu unintentionally set a flag, and it was so easy and carefree that Yaken almost thought that he had a lucky lip service or possessed Oda Sakunosuke's [upgraded version] of Tianyi Wufeng, and already knew that his future self would run away to the Armed Detective Agency.
Although he is a brainiac, he cannot be considered a detective. After all, the only one who is a serious detective is Ranpo Edogawa, while the others can only be described as "armed".
Simply put, an Armed Detective Agency investigator is a group of thugs plus a detective.
Dazai looked away and fiddled with his curly bangs, but his nonchalant look turned into a serious one after hearing what Yaken said next.
"I came here for Odasaku. I followed him all day today. Except for not following him into your Port Mafia's office, I understand the rest of the conversation information." Yakuin pushed his glasses and frowned consciously. "I don't think that your Port Mafia leader asked Odasaku to investigate the disappearance of his friend Sakaguchi Ango just because he is familiar with Sakaguchi Ango."
Even though he was wearing a pair of glasses that easily obscured his expression, the gleam in Yaoyan's eyes could not be ignored: "Compared to me, you know your leader better, after all, you are also one of the five major cadres, and you watched Mori Ouwai rise to power. You should know that this man's brain is like a precision calculating instrument. Everything is inseparable from his calculations. He is rational and calm, and only seeks to maximize benefits, just like a snake."
"Do you think this is the only reason why he sought out Odasaku?"
Dazai shook his head and denied it: "No, he is still a guarantee for Ango's survival."
But as soon as these words came out, Dazai Osamu also felt that something was wrong.
What's wrong?
MIMIC that infiltrated Yokohama, the Port Mafia that dominated and commanded the underground forces, and the mysterious black special forces that were like a cloud of mist. The interweaving and confrontation of these three forces, the cause of this situation has not yet been figured out by him. It's like a mirror covered with mist. He only wiped clean a corner and glimpsed a trace of the truth.
How and why did MIMIC come? Who is the leader of the organization and what kind of ability does it have? Why can't the Port Mafia, the overlord of Yokohama, stop it? It's not even clear how this criminal organization landed in this city. What role does Ango play in it?
No, Ango must be a chess piece being manipulated by others. He cannot arrange the role he plays.
Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, and a sharp thought flashed in them. He was indeed negligent. Did the Port Mafia really not know about the arrival of this criminal organization? Could MIMIC, a remnant force in Europe, really do such a thing?
As the leader who has access to a lot of information, did Mori Ogai really not notice anything at all? Or was he just careless?
The riots in this gray area over the past few days have proven that MIMIC has great strength. Everyone in the group is a seasoned soldier. Even the port Mafia is a bit difficult for them to deal with. After all, not everyone is a superpower, and the sacrifices of the lower-level members have been increasing in recent days.
This is not a good thing for the development of port Mafia.
Well, at this time, Morio sent Oda Sakunosuke, a member of the lower class, to find Sakaguchi Ango. There must have been some necessity for this, and it would have become a key point.
But there is too much missing information. Even Dazai Osamu, who has insight into human nature and is good at planning, cannot restore the truth of the whole matter based on this little information.
Dazai Osamu frowned, his iris-colored eyes were like the sky at the moment of the devil, gorgeous and enchanting enough to captivate people's souls: "Do you know something?"
"My intelligence gathering speed is similar to yours, so please pay more attention to Odasaku these days," Yakuken nodded, then shook his head and said, "Just in case, I will focus on the children. They are Odasaku's real hope. You and I both know that it is not easy for Odasaku to defeat him in terms of his abilities and combat. On the contrary, it is quite difficult."
Yakuin opened his right palm and clenched it, as if he was taking the sunlight into his palm. "But you also know that a person who yearns for light in the darkness, or even a person who is a light himself, has weaknesses. And the children are his 'Achilles' heel'. One blow will kill him."
"Although life is full of constant loss, Dazai, you don't want to lose him, right? He is very important to you, right?"
Yakuken's words hit a soft spot deep in Dazai's heart. He widened his eyes in surprise, and was at a loss like a child.
Although he knew and said, "The more important something is, the more likely it is to be lost," Dazai Osamu never imagined that Oda Sakunosuke would not be by his side.
In the face of death, he should be indifferent and accustomed to it. He treats any enemy who is about to die and any subordinate equally, with a kind of calm wisdom and insight.
But suppose that the person who died was Odasaku...
An indescribable feeling rose in Dazai Osamu's heart.
He raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a fire burning inside: "I will protect him."
But this expression only lasted for less than three seconds. After three seconds, Dazai Osamu suddenly laughed, "Ha, but even though I have been betrayed, God is still so tolerant and loving. He came to me just for an ordinary human. I think you are reaching too far. I should be the one to solve Oda Saku's problem."
The meaning of this sentence is a bit subtle.
After all, it's just like the sound a child makes when he doesn't get the attention of adults, Yaken thought secretly, you are worthy of being Oda Sakunosuke, to be able to make a port mafia cadre jealous of you, it would shock everyone if you tell others about it.
However, his character in Dazai Osamu's eyes is not that of a kind and benevolent god, and gods are arrogant by nature. Since Dazai Osamu had exposed his true colors and touched his sore spot before, he should have fought back.
Yaken's desire to role-play suddenly arose and was out of control. Simply put, it was like a chuunibyou patient who didn't take his medicine today and his illness flared up again.
I saw the corners of his red eyes slightly raised, and his chin slightly lifted. "Even gods, like humans, have only one life, so I respect life. Odasaku is a kind person who has helped me, so it is normal for me to do something for him. On the contrary, you are the one who reaches out farther, even if you are Odasaku's friend. Do you actually want to restrict the people around him from protecting him? Do you think you are the main wife?"
Dazai Osamu: “…” He was choked and suddenly couldn’t speak.
"Besides, it would be strange for Oda Saku to have a friend like you." Yakuin paused, and his brain frantically warned himself to be more tactful. After all, he was dancing on Dazai Osamu's minefield. But in reality, what he said was not tactful at all, and he almost maxed out Dazai Osamu's hatred value.
"Oda Saku was full of plans for the future, full of expectations and awe for life, but you, I don't see any choice of your future path in your eyes. You are just following someone's wishes and have not listened to the voice of your own soul at all."
Dazai Osamu tasted the feeling of having his inner thoughts exposed, and coincidentally, this was also what he had done to the pharmaceutical research institute before. Although he had guessed wrong for some reason, he personally did not believe it.
Yakuken approached Dazai Osamu. The bandage wrapped around his wrist was faintly stained with blood. He must have been injured before, and it looked serious. Dazai Osamu's face was a little pale, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, although he himself did not notice it.
"When a person who is so afraid of pain tries to commit suicide again and again, but still suffers from injuries and pain, he still wants to throw himself into the arms of death without fear the next time. Why does he do this?"
There was a look of wisdom in Yao Yan's eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts at a glance: "Why choose to commit suicide? - Because death is the loudest voice this person can make."
"Dazai Osamu, you are such a coward." The last sentence seemed like drifting snow, gently floating in this small space.
But it weighed on Dazai Osamu's heart.
The author has something to say: If I don’t update tomorrow, I will be catching bugs all day.
Happy birthday, Nakajima Atsushi! Soon, there will be five big tigers to accompany you.
Six big tigers sitting in a row, hehehehe (making a rua sound)
That's right, even if you go back and forth, there are still five tigers. If you look carefully at the official illustrations, you will find that the tigers in each picture look different. It's just that there are not enough spaces for five tigers, so I only draw one tiger in each picture. XD
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05/06, corrected.
All chapters so far have been corrected and blocked.
There are so many blocked words in Jinjiang...
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: in the polluted happiness
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Dongfeng, Anyou, Xiaweiliang, Salted Fish Home, Qingliweiliang, Xingshoulang's Wife, Neet Cat, Fusang, 21315344, Yanluo, Yao
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