Chapter 150

The body under my palm stiffened.

Going further up, the expressions turned blank.

A strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, the sky was gloomy, the leaves were rustling, and the curtains were blown wildly.

The air between the two of them seemed to be stagnant, without any movement.

The entangled breathing connected the two of them, the pulse was steady, the heartbeat was normal.

Heartbeat.

Dazai Osamu grabbed the young man's drooping left wrist, brought it close to his face, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was going to kiss the wrist in the next second.

But he just laughed vaguely, and the laughter melted in the small crack of his wrist:

"You can kill me if you want, but let me do this myself."

——He grabbed the young man’s other wrist with gentle but irresistible force.

The white fingers that were originally placed naturally on his chest, the fingertips turned into cold blades without knowing when. Right at the heart, just by lifting the knuckles slightly, it could easily pierce the heart.

The owner of the blade looked down at him expressionlessly, his eyes were hollow and could not reflect any color.

"Is this a genjutsu? It's certainly more low-key than a supernatural power."

"It would be unfair to use such a powerful technique without any restrictions. The caster should be nearby."

"Are you worried, or..."

Dazai spoke in a brisk tone, turned to the empty floor next to the floor lamp, his eyes were in stark contrast to the gloomy one.

"You don't want to watch anymore?"

——Creating something out of nothing, creating nothing out of something, to confuse the enemy, a false illusion. *

He guessed that the practitioner didn't want to see them in close contact, even if it was just an illusion.

He must be nearby, so we can stop him when necessary.

A deep purple vortex suddenly appeared where Dazai Osamu was looking, and time and space were distorted by this vortex.

A beam of cold light suddenly shot out from the center of the black mist.

The sharp tip of the trident stopped just millimeters away from Dazai Osamu's pupil, and a familiar figure emerged from the black mist.

"I found a cockroach in the room. Looks like we need to clean it up."

His voice, which was always at ease, lowered slightly, revealing murderous intent without any disguise.

“…”

Dazai Osamu blinked and slowly tilted his head.

With a trident pointed at the back of his head and a sharp blade against his chest, he couldn't even breathe while being attacked from both sides.

However, Dazai Osamu seemed to be completely unaware of how dangerous his situation was at the moment. He stared at the illusion in front of him without blinking, as excited as if he had discovered a new toy.

After losing the control of the caster, the illusion's reaction became much slower, and it seemed that only instinctive reactions were retained.

For example, at this moment, he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move because he was shackled. His eyes were still blank and focused, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he felt troubled by the current situation.

As far as he could remember, he had never shown such an expression before. Dazai Osamu found it quite novel and wanted to get closer to take a closer look.

But before his hand could touch the other person's clothes, a wall of fire suddenly rose from the ground and blocked his way.

Dazai Osamu groaned, and veins popped out on his forehead from the intense pain. His vision was distorted by the air wave, and he smelled a burning smell in his nose. A second before his palm lost control due to the burning, it slowly and stiffly left a mark on his light-colored shirt.

The illusion was like an exquisite jade statue, with no emotion or joy, and it turned a blind eye and went straight back to its blue-haired, heterochromic-eyed owner.

Liudao Muku brushed away the wrinkles on his clothes, and the phantom disappeared and was put into the ring. Only the falling red lotus petals were left in its place.

When he raised his eyes again, the smile on his lips had changed its meaning.

"There is only one reason why I didn't kill you." The number in Liudao Mukuro's bloodshot eyes changed to "1". In the blazing flames, the man's unhurried voice was transmitted to his ears clearly, "Tell me everything you know."

"Or do you want me to cut open your head and see for myself?"

Dazai Osamu pressed his wrist, and the pain made him sweat so much that his curly black hair was soaked. His face was pale, but his dark eyes showed no sign of panic.

He chuckled. "Are you done asking questions? I have questions too."

"What are you standing on to question me, Rokudo Mukuro-kun? The elders' words are too lenient, aren't they? Such unreasonable parents will be disliked."

Is it really just because Rokudo Mukuro has a strong talent for illusion that he can sculpt the illusion doll so accurately that, apart from the basic appearance and voice, even the smallest expressions and movements are exactly the same?

The air in the room gradually became thinner, but the pillars of fire that filled the air around him were not affected and even became hotter. Even though he knew it was just an illusion, breathing still became difficult.

"You seem to have misunderstood. I don't give you the power to choose."

Liu Dao Mukuro said calmly, his expression was almost indifferent. He turned the trident in his hand and split the ground. As the numbers in his eyes changed, countless brightly colored snakes bared their fangs.

However, the next second, his expression changed slightly.

There were voices talking outside the door approaching, one of the people was familiar, but the other one he had never heard of before.

Before ending the illusion, Rokudo Mukuro gave Dazai Osamu a gloomy look. The latter's face was still a little pale, and he gave him a generous smile as if he was deliberately hostile.

The red lotus flames and the remnants of hell disappeared in an instant, and the entire room was as intact as when they came.

The bandage on Dazai Osamu's hand was not untied. If his fingers were not still numb from the residual pain, one would have thought that everything that had just happened was just a dream he had accidentally fallen asleep.

The door unlocked, and the two of them selectively put aside their previous conflict and looked over at the same time.

"I'm back——eh?"

Seeing the scene inside the house, Gongye Saint Leo was a little unsure whether he had opened the wrong door.

His eyes wandered for a moment, moving between Rokudo Mukuro and Dazai Osamu's equally smiling faces, and after a moment's hesitation, he spoke: "Mr. Mukuro? Why didn't you tell me before you come here?"

"I just came to take a look," Rokudo Mukuro curled his lips and said in a gentle voice, "Are you having fun with your friends?"

Gongye Shengliang nodded obediently and hesitated at the door, not daring to go in.

Rokudo Mukuro looked past him and said, "Would you like to introduce the one behind you?"

...Okay! There's no way to avoid it!

Kono Seiryo silently made way half a body distance, revealing the young man in black clothes and a black hat behind him. "This is Mori-style Company... Mr. Mukuro, this is my friend." His tone softened halfway through his words, and he looked at Rokudo Mukuro half suggestively and half pleadingly.

The look of asking for help is rare and lovable. Although the hard-hearted Wu Shou cannot be completely immune for the time being, he can hold his ground much longer than last time.

After a brief silence, Rokudo Mukuro grasped the point, "Mori Corporation?"

No wonder, he thought calmly, another Mafia.

"Nakahara Chuuya." The ochre-haired young man behind the door lowered his hat as a greeting.

The young man's facial features were handsome and sharp, but now he looked a little restrained, and even his eyes were very polite.

Dazai Osamu was obviously acquainted with him. He pouted in disgust, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

When Nakahara Chuuya caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu's annoying expression, a cross appeared on his forehead. However, considering the presence of elders, he forced himself to endure and did not curse back.

That's right, although Rokudo Mukuro doesn't look much older than them, Nakahara Chuuya has decided to treat him as an elder.

Wait, isn't it too rude for him to come to visit empty-handed? Why does this guy named Mukuro look unhappy? Damn, I didn't even have time to choose a gift. It's all because of that bastard Dazai!!

Under the eager gaze of Kono Seiryoshi, Rokudo Mukuro shook hands with the mafia members perfunctorily. The gray-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed, and he smiled and asked them to sit down first.

Rokudo Mukuro sat with his arms folded, while the others chatted in a rather official manner about the cooperative projects between the Fuuki Foundation, the Detective Agency, and the Morishiki Company.

As the sky gradually darkened, Nakahara Chuuya hesitated for a while, then reluctantly picked up Dazai Osamu and said goodbye.

There was no other way. He was asked to come here by the detective with glasses from the detective agency, otherwise he wouldn't have been so hasty.

——I must be well prepared next time!

Kono Seira walked the two of them to the door, and when Dazai stood lazily beside him, yawning, he suddenly felt a very faint, almost remaining mist attribute.

Gong Ye Shengliang subconsciously grabbed his arm.

Dazai was surprised, his eyes fell on the arm that was being held, and he smiled and urged: "Do you want to come with me? Let's hide away from Chuuya and elope secretly."

Kono Seiryoshi couldn't laugh. Something must have happened while he was away.

"…Sorry I'm late."

He cleared away the remaining mist-attribute flames, his brows gradually furrowed. Apart from this, he didn't know what else to say.

"No, that's fine." A bright and smooth voice echoed in his ears, and Dazai Osamu stroked his brow, "Just don't leave me."

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On the way back, Nakahara Chuuya was completely immersed in his own world, walking forward on his own.

Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets and glanced forward calmly.

"Chuuya, your smile is too disgusting."

"Huh?!" The ochre-haired young man raised his voice and said viciously, "It has nothing to do with you, a dead mackerel!"

"Wow, that expression is like pie in the sky. I'm sure it won't be long before he lets out a cry of despair."

"Dazai," Nakahara Chuuya said seriously, cracking his knuckles, "I'll beat you up if you dare to mess with me."

Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes slightly.

That's really... a must go.

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The next day, at the Vortex Cafe.

After yawning four times within ten minutes of sitting down, Kono Seira found a cup of fragrant coffee in front of him.

"This is the shop's signature dish. The owner's craftsmanship is excellent."

Kono Seira took a deep breath of coffee to cheer himself up, "Mr. Oda, I still need a lot of sugar."

The sugar cube jars were also brought over, and judging by the quantity, all the sugar cubes on the four surrounding tables had been taken away.

Gong Ye Shengliang was embarrassed: "Thank you, but it doesn't need to be so much..."

Oda Sakunosuke handed him the sugar spoon and asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Last night..."

Memories of Seiyoshi Kono.

I had a debate with a very stubborn pineapple-head senior. The topic was "Should the Mafia be friends with the Mafia?" The debate also involved events from 800 years ago. In the end, no one was convinced, and he decided out of spite not to eat pineapples for the next year.

Yukou knee.

...How can you have the nerve to talk about such a childish quarrel.

Gong Ye Shengliang covered his face with a heavy face: "I stayed up late last night to work overtime."

"Let's not talk about that, Mr. Oda," he said expectantly, "The Fuuki Foundation is going to organize a banquet in a few days. Is the detective agency free?"

This banquet was rather private in nature, with the first half being attended mostly by companies that had worked with the Fuuki Foundation, including the Mori Group and the Suzuki Foundation.

After the systematic explanation, Seiji Kono roughly understood what the "main storyline" mentioned in one of the world missions was. In summary, it was the story of the kid Edogawa Conan (the fake kid) who he had met twice before defeating a criminal organization.

He used other means to secretly investigate some intelligence. Shirley was also turned into a child under the influence of drugs. Currently, she uses the alias Huihara Ai and lives in the home of an old man named He Yu with her maid Chihui. Her life is simple, but for her it is a hard-earned beauty.

Seiryo Kono was not sure whether Shirley was still willing to be associated with the people and things of the Black Organization, but he really wanted to take this opportunity to see the girl. If she was doing well, he would feel more at ease.

“The second half was like a celebration party. Actually, there wasn’t much to celebrate recently, but we were happy to be able to get together, and the food didn’t disappoint!”

After leaving a corresponding number of invitations for the members of the detective agency, Kono Seiryoshi picked up the coffee and took a sip, then remembered something.

Although he doesn't stay in Yokohama for too long each time, the trip back and forth still wastes a lot of time, and he will probably have to come here more often in the future...Should he buy a house in Yokohama?

Action speaks louder than words. Kono Seira looked at Oda Sakunosuke and raised his hand slightly: "Request for commission, Mr. Oda, if you have time, can you accompany me to look at houses?"

Oda Sakunosuke showed surprise in his eyes, and then nodded seriously: "Okay, I accept the commission."

"As a reward, please treat Mr. Oda to curry in the new house. It's super spicy."

"But I've never made spicy curry before," Kono Seira thought to himself, a little distressed. "I'll buy the ingredients and practice after I find a house."

The dark red-haired man's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his eyes, with an inexplicable emotion flowing through his mind. "It's delicious, I will eat it all."

Kono Seiyoshi was amused by his words: "But I haven't cooked it yet." How can you say something is delicious to the air?

He cleared his throat, trying to sound more formal, but a smile broke out as soon as he opened his mouth: "I'll accept the compliment. I'll work hard."

The next second, Kono Seiryoshi widened his eyes slightly.

Was I patted on the head...?

It wasn't his illusion. Oda Sakunosuke's usually expressionless face was indeed showing a gentle undertone.

“It’s delicious and cute. I like it very much.”

The author has something to say:

*seira (thinking): It turns out that Mr. Oda likes spicy curry with cute shapes

* Zai from the previous chapter: Thank you for your kindness, but you really overestimated me:)

Zai's straight ball is a lie, Zhi's straight ball is the real thing (tears)

Even though no one guessed correctly, it doesn’t matter! I’ll give you a consolation prize!

The flag of finishing in May has been broken, but it doesn't matter! I can swear again! There are still two chapters left in the main text, and the dark if has also been saved, so it will be finished soon!