Although the Russians couldn't afford to play this game, the drama he left behind was pretty good.

Dazai raised his head and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of Mukuroku.

The sky was still dark at five in the morning. Green mist filled the streets of Yokohama and even dyed half of the sky. The pointed top of the tree pierced through the moon, as if it had fixed the moon in the sky with a long sword.

The silvery-white light was not bright, but it was enough to contrast the skeleton into a black piece. With the huge full moon as the background, the tall and thin building was set off as a black monster.

A giant orange-red dragon flew out of the window of the fortress and coiled on top of the glass building. As soon as the dragon's mouth opened, a long dragon roar echoed across the shore. The dragon's tail slapped the thick green mist. Perhaps the initial form of its supernatural power was released, and the mist that had stopped spreading began to spread again.

Dazai raised his head and looked at the dragon. There was a red crystal on the dragon's forehead. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his finger and tapped his right ear.

After the familiar noise, Fyodor's voice reappeared in his ears.

"If my perception of time is correct, I lost contact with you ten minutes ago."

The mouse's voice was full of teasing and testing. What Fyodor meant was:

You've seen the good show.

“Perhaps, the moon is much more beautiful than that dragon.” Dazai did not answer him directly. His tone was slow and inexplicably meaningful.

—Nice trick, but I think you have something more interesting.

"That's right." Fyodor chuckled softly, with a hint of joy in his purple-red pupils.

He was right. If Dazai Osamu had not joined the Armed Detective Agency, they would have had a lot in common.

The dragon coiled on top of the fortress, its huge red eyes looking around as if it was searching for something.

A dwarf with brown hair quickly rushed over, and Dazai vaguely saw a small black slug jump out of the plane and then go crazy at the dragon-haired drunk.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a rude scene.

Dazai thought about it, made a disgusted expression, and turned around, as if he really didn't want to see the black little slug.

But the moment he turned around, Dazai's eyes sank completely, the iris color became darker, and finally disappeared into the shadows.

"Do you think that dragon can defeat Nakahara Chuuya?" Dazai turned his back and smiled again.

No one knew why he was smiling, and no one could tell anything from the smile that covered his face like a mask.

It's like a smile engraved on your face.

"Of course not." Fyodor looked at the battle situation on the other side of the thick fog through the glass. His purple-red eyes reflected the silver-white moon. His words, spoken with a smile, sounded very calm. "The gravity user of the port mafia, the safety device of Huang Ba Tu, Shibuze-kun is no match for him."

Dazai narrowed his eyes, "Well, I really don't understand the thoughts of you mice."

Just now, Fyodor was reminding him, and of course, telling him - Fyodor was able to find out Nakahara Chuuya's background, and his purpose was not just to have fun - after all, everyone is smart, and unless they are really free, they will not do anything that has no benefit to themselves.

——Of course, during the time when he was an official in the Port Mafia, he was the type who had nothing to do.

And his reply of "I really don't understand what you mice are thinking" meant that he didn't want to talk about this now, and he was also telling Fyodor that the people here had nothing to do with him, and that you had added the wrong chips.