After hearing what Mori Ogai said, Kiyohara Jun looked up at Dazai Osamu, who had a sullen face and said nothing, and nodded directly to accept the task of protecting Dazai Osamu.

After Kiyohara Jun accepted the task, Dazai Osamu raised his head and looked at Kiyohara Jun. There seemed to be nothing in his eyes, but also some emotions seemed to be mixed in them.

However, Kiyohara Jun, who was being looked at, did not notice the emotion in Dazai Osamu's eyes at all. He just looked back calmly.

The two of them just stared at each other silently, neither of them looking away first, until Sen Ouwai spoke helplessly.

"Dazai, Jun-kun." Mori Ogai held his forehead, he looked like he had a headache, "I think you two have more important things to do now, right?"

After Mori Ogai started talking, Dazai Osamu paused and then looked away first.

"Let's go." Dazai stopped looking at Kiyohara Jun and took the lead to move towards the door. "I still want to go back and research a new method of suicide. Let's make it quick."

Kiyohara Jun nodded, and then followed Dazai Osamu directly.

As soon as they left the building of the Port Mafia, the two of them got on the car arranged by Mori Ogai to go to Raibo Street. Dazai Osamu took out his game console and started playing the game with his head down. It seemed that this game was particularly attractive to him.

Although Jun Kiyohara was somewhat curious about what game Dazai was playing and why he was so absorbed in it, seeing how absorbed Dazai was, Jun Kiyohara was very considerate - or so he thought - and did not ask, but chose to pass the time by staring at the bullet screen.

So the two of them just sat there, one of them staring blankly with an expressionless face, while the other seemed to be completely absorbed in the game. Even though they were sitting side by side in the back seat of the same car, they refused to say a word.

In this environment that made the driver in the front seat feel a little suffocated, Dazai Osamu pressed the game console harder and harder. The car was filled with the sound of him pressing the game console and the sound effects coming from the game console.

However, Jun Kiyohara himself did not feel that the atmosphere in the car was suffocating at all. He even felt that it was quite nice to be with his friends quietly like this, and it brought him a long-lost warm feeling.

This long-lost warm feeling made Qingyuan Jun gradually relax. If they had not had a mission and Qingyuan Jun's own vigilance did not allow him to do so, Qingyuan Jun would have fallen asleep long ago.

Before the driver's forehead began to sweat, the car finally arrived at Raibo Street.

"Junkanbu Kiyohara, Mr. Dazai, we've arrived at Raibo Street." The driver, who was almost suffocated by the suffocating atmosphere, said this almost impatiently after the car arrived at Raibo Street.

After hearing the driver's words, Dazai Osamu paused while playing the game. Under the driver's nervous gaze, he continued playing his game on his own.

Immersed in this warm atmosphere, Kiyohara Jun did not say anything. He just looked at the barrage quietly and did not say anything to urge Dazai Osamu.

【asphyxia】

[The suffocating atmosphere in the air, I can feel it through the screen]

[Driver: Save me]

[Is this the pressure of the cold war between the script team?]

[I can only say that it is worthy of Dazai Osamu and Kiyohara Jun that the Cold War can create such a strong sense of oppression]

[To be honest, I really felt suffocated for the driver even through the screen. This suffocating feeling was really terrible.]

After seeing those bullet screens, Qingyuan Jun was stunned for a moment. He had always thought that this long silence was a tacit understanding between him and Dazai, but did the bullet screens seem to make sense?

At some point, Jun Kiyohara stopped questioning the bullet screen and fell into deep thought.

If what the bullet screen said was true, then Dazai did dislike him before. But judging from Dazai's previous behavior, Dazai should not dislike him.

Just when Kiyohara Jun was entangled, Dazai Osamu finally finished the game.

"Let's go." Finally, after a long silence, Dazai Osamu spoke first. After saying this, he didn't even look at Kiyohara Jun and got out of the car first.

Jun Kiyohara, who had just come back to his senses from his thoughts, was stunned for a moment, then he said "hmm" and got off the car with Dazai Osamu.

After Dazai Osamu interrupted his tangled thoughts, Kiyohara Jun finally gave up on making things difficult for himself.

Regardless of whether the comments were right or wrong, whether Dazai used to hate him or treat him as a friend, he only needed to know one thing. Kiyohara Jun looked at the back of Dazai Osamu who was walking ahead of him, and thought so. Anyway, Dazai didn't hate him now.

As long as they are friends now, that's enough.

Thinking of this, Kiyohara Jun took a few quick steps and caught up with Dazai Osamu who was walking forward alone with his head down.

After Kiyohara Jun caught up and walked side by side with him, Dazai Osamu's fingers hanging by his side moved.

Everything in those iris-colored eyes, which were filled with something, returned to calm.

"It's time to start completing the task assigned by Mr. Mori." Dazai Osamu yawned with a new expression on his face. With tears in his eyes, he said lazily, "Jun-kun, you must protect me."

Kiyohara Jun nodded.

Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "Then let's go and get some information."

Not long after entering Leibo Street, Qingyuan Jun felt various gazes watching them secretly.

After seeing that the people coming were two slender teenagers and that the clothes they were wearing looked very expensive, some people were already ready to make a move.

Before the first person wanted to come out of the shadows and take action, Qingyuan Jun, who had already noticed their eagerness to move, sighed slightly.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his golden eyes were hidden under his eyelashes, and only Dazai Osamu, who was closer to him, heard him whisper something.

Those words were not heard by anyone except Dazai Osamu. Only Dazai Osamu heard them and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

You are so arrogant, Junjun.

The first person finally stood up, and just as he showed a threatening look to Kiyohara Jun and Dazai Osamu, he fell into the ground that suddenly turned into quicksand.

After that person started shouting in panic, the others who were ready to take action secretly retreated.

【The pure and decisive killing】

[As expected of my Jun, he is so handsome]

[It feels like Jun Kiyohara has used this ordinary earth-based ability in many different ways. Previously there was a dust explosion, and now even quicksand has appeared.]

[I feel that Chun is quite a contradictory person. He can save people, but he can also kill people without hesitation.]

[I don't think it's contradictory, right? He doesn't just save people randomly. He only saves those he wants to save. The last time he saved Kenji, wasn't it because he was moved by Matsuda's feelings for Kenji?]

[Stop talking, stop talking, the next famous scene is coming]

【！ ！ ！】

[That man, that man is about to appear! He is about to fall from the sky! ]

"Now that the trouble has been solved, let's get started." Dazai Osamu curled the corners of his mouth slightly. He cast his gaze at a resident of Leibo Street who was passing by, and walked over quickly.

After a period of questioning, Dazai Osamu, who had obtained information from many witnesses of the explosion, finally confirmed a piece of news.

That is, the previous leader has indeed been resurrected.

"A dead person is resurrected." Dazai Osamu laughed softly, "How interesting."

The previous leader is resurrected?

Kiyohara Jun: ???

Kiyohara Jun: !!!

Kiyohara Jun was shocked. How could the dead be resurrected?

Kiyohara Jun, who firmly believed that there were no ghosts or gods in this world and that the dead could not be resurrected, came to a conclusion after thinking for a while.

The previous leader's resurrection might be caused by the supernatural power of a certain person. Maybe that person can manipulate human corpses and is now watching them from somewhere in the dark.

Not knowing that he had hit the jackpot, Qingyuan Jun frowned slightly, but the next moment, his expression suddenly froze.

"Dazai!"

Layer upon layer of ordinary earth walls that were temporarily constructed rose from the ground and blocked Dazai Osamu who was making a phone call. However, those layers of earth walls failed to successfully block the flying kick of the sudden attacker, but only served to delay time.

This short delay was enough time for Kiyohara Jun to dodge Dazai Osamu and block the attacker's flying kick himself.

In the sunlight with dust floating in the air, the attacker, a ochre-haired boy, had a dazzling smile on his face.

"Are you the ones investigating Arambatu, the Port Mafia's lackey?"