The two people who came up shortly after were both wet, especially Dazai Osamu. It was unknown how long he had been soaking in the water. He looked miserable, like a drowned cat.
The young man, who had the same beautiful iris eyes as the young man who had just disappeared, dragged out his voice and complained, "Why did Kunikida bother me to go into the water again? You know, going into the water is a way to treat many diseases!"
"Don't talk nonsense, you bastard!!"
Dazai Osamu noticed that the young man had completely disappeared from the street.
——But the young man had only been gone for two minutes.
——
The young man who left, Lu Qi, is now in an unknown coffee shop.
He didn't order coffee because he realized he didn't seem to have any money on him.
It's so miserable, Chief, there's not a single cent on his body - oh, now it seems he is the miserable one.
Lu Qi was silent for a while and decided to skip this topic.
All in all, it was impossible for him to meet those people from the Armed Detective Agency now.
What a joke! The leader of □□ joining the armed detective agency is an international joke.
Just a joke, the leader of the port mafia went to the armed detective agency.
Of course, the most important thing was that he still didn't know what the setting of this killer was - the two script experts of the Armed Detective Agency, what if they wrote some beautiful, strong and tragic script for him when he wasn't paying attention... No, he refused to consider this possibility.
And obsession... He didn't even know what this slaughter had been through, so how could he expect to know what his obsession was?
It's so funny, it's impossible.
So, he decided to use the old method.
As for reviewing, in Kuro Kudo's world he was too immersed in Kuro Kudo's thoughts, there was no exact time for reviewing, so in this world... just reviewing once a week?
Anyway, we can adjust it when the time comes, he believes it won't be a big problem.
Thinking of this, Lu Qi simply closed his eyes and immersed himself completely in Dazai Osamu's thoughts.
A few minutes later, when I opened my eyes again, the wandering feeling in my eyes had completely disappeared, and was replaced by an emotion that belonged completely to Dazai Osamu.
"Well, this is our last hope." The young man chuckled and stroked the patterns on the wooden tables and chairs. "Come on, Dazai Osamu."
After sitting for another two minutes, Dazai stood up slowly and left the cafe without saying a word.
Two minutes later, Nakajima Atsushi also arrived at the cafe. The silver-haired boy looked around and didn't see the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, so he politely walked to the counter and asked, "Hello... Excuse me, have you seen a man who is about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, wearing a black windbreaker and a red scarf?"
The waitress thought for a moment and said with certainty, "Yes, I saw him. He was sitting by the window at the time, but he left not long ago. Do you have anything to do with him?"