Fyodor still had a smile on his face, but there was definitely something unfriendly in that smile, but from that face alone one could see only gentleness.

After noticing that Dazai had stopped moving, Fyodor stood up, turned his head to the culprit and thanked him politely, then found a cheap plastic comb on the sink and combed his hair.

The young man with iris eyes threw down his towel. Having nothing to do, he simply sat on the ground and stared at Fyodor's movements.

It's rare for Dazai to be so quiet.

Fyodor glanced at Dazai, who was sitting not far away and seemed to be in a daze, without any surprise. After fixing his hair, he glanced at the hat on the ground - it had not been washed yet, so he probably couldn't wear it.

Fyodor could guarantee that Dazai had other intentions in joining his team, but at the moment there was too little information, so he couldn't accurately guess why Dazai was working with him.

Although I cannot make an exact guess, I have a rough idea.

All in all, there is no general conflict with his goal - to be bold, it is even in line with his goal.

Before this, he and Dazai had already reached a verbal agreement.

Just when Dazai was discussing flower viewing with him.

It is impossible that Fyodor and Dazai were really discussing flower viewing. Dazai meant to ask him if he wanted to cooperate, and he said, "Now is not the season for flower viewing."

It means that the time has not come yet, but he has this intention.

Later, he took the initiative to find Dazai to appreciate flowers together, which meant that the cooperation was achieved.

Dazai then said a few words to hint to him that he and he might cause two waves of trouble separately.

Fyodor didn't mind him causing trouble, as he had said during the dead apple incident.

"The more entertainment the better."

This wasn't something he said to evade Dazai at that time, but it was what he sincerely thought.

But if he remembered correctly, the people of Yokohama always seemed to have a special feeling for this city. In other words, they had an extraordinary love for the city where they lived.

It's not that Fyodor couldn't understand; on the contrary, he understood it very well.

This kind of light of humanity was the most common scene Fyodor had seen in this city.

Including the Dazai Osamu here, he also has the same light.

So in fact, there is a high possibility that this "Dazai Osamu" who cooperated with him would stab him in the back.

But Fyodor didn't care. He was confident in his plan and would never underestimate Dazai Osamu.

The speed of human thinking is actually immeasurable. Just like now, no matter how many thoughts Fyodor has in his mind in an instant, it will only take a few seconds for him to reconnect to the outside world.

"Let's go, Dazai-kun?" Fyodor put down the plastic comb, raised the corners of his lips and gently reminded Dazai who was sitting on the ground and daydreaming.

Dazai reacted quickly, showing the same smile as Fyodor's, and briskly took the hand he extended, saying happily, "Let's go~"

The two left Leibo Street and came to a restaurant specializing in crab meat dishes.

Just as they picked a seat and sat down, there was a loud explosion not far away. Fyodor's expression remained unchanged, but Dazai's smile changed inexplicably, "Fyjia really has a good plan."

Fyodor, whom he mentioned, was holding a menu in his hand. He looked up when he heard the words. His soft black hair hung quietly on both sides of his cheeks, making him look more like a college student who had just entered society than a terrorist.

No one could tell that he was the one who planned the explosion.

The black-haired young man tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, but he still asked politely, "So, what do you think, Zhijun?"

Dazai's smile widened, "There's nothing I can do, since you've asked me to do so."