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130 Chapter 130

The streets are quiet at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Kamidai Kiyokazu and Dazai Osamu were carrying two packages containing kimonos, the packages were kindly provided by Kuroba Kaito. They were wearing simple winter clothes, still kindly provided by Kuroba Kaito, and were walking on the way to Dazai's house.

They didn't rest at Kuroba's house, firstly because it was inconvenient not to live at home, and secondly because it was not far from dawn, and they were afraid that Nakamori Aoko would come over to see them off in a while...

Do you really want to be put on a train to Kyoto?

And I have already taken off my makeup, taken off my hair and changed my clothes!!

Thinking of having to put on this awkward kimono again and have to dress up all over again, Kamishiro Kiyokazu and Dazai Osamu quickly reached an agreement, briefly explained to Kuroba Kaito, and quickly ran away.

"Qingzi and I exchanged another email address."

Kamishiro Kiyoka breathed a sigh of relief, "When Kaito sends the letter, it can be discarded."

He really doesn't want to play the role of a weak lady anymore.

And besides be, he really couldn't think of any reasonable reason to stop contacting the enthusiastic Nakamori Aoko.

Age is also a threshold.

The marriage age for Japanese women is 16, and for men it is 18; in other words, 17-year-old Kirishima Kiyoko is already ready to marry, while 15-year-old Kirishima Harunori will have to wait three years before marrying...

Ah this.

Three years is impossible, and it is still be reliable.

Dazai Osamu said quietly: "After Kirishima Kiyoko was forced to marry a foreign country, she was depressed and depressed. It was not until Kirishima Haru found her after all the hard work that she found her. The reunited lovers shed tears and happily died in love.

Well…what do you think of this ending?”

Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."

Not to mention, the voice of Dazai Neko is particularly refreshing in winter.

Kamishiro Kiyawa raised his eyebrows: "If it's a double-death ending, how do you explain the letter Miss Kiyoko wrote to Aoko?"

Dazai Osamu replied immediately: "I wrote it before my lover came to find me."

...Then what is the significance of this false ending that no one knows?

Kamishiro Kiyokazu wanted to ask this question.

But he saw Osamu Dazai's expression.

It was an empty, illusory expression, as if he was imprisoned in this world, day after day.

Kamishiro Kiyoka heard himself ask: "Do you think this is a good ending?"

Sacrifice for love or something.

Dazai Osamu calmly affirmed: "Yes."

Kamishiro Kiyowa smiled: "That's it. Miss Kiyoko and her lover happily embraced each other in a corner without being disturbed and headed for the other side. At this moment, everything that hindered them during their lifetime, family, identity, status... everything...

No longer, they truly have each other."

Dazai Osamu sighed softly, "That's great..."

"But this is a last resort."

Kamishiro Kiyawa said privately, "If it's you, Dazai, you can definitely stay with your lover. If not, I can help."

If it's Dazai, he shouldn't be able to reach the point of having no choice but to die for love, right?

I really can't think of anything that can stump the smart and cute Dazai Maomao. As long as he doesn't leave Japan, he feels that he can still be a good matchmaker. Of course, if Dazai likes a foreigner across the sea...

There may be nothing he can do.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with hinting first.

If Dazai really encounters a problem, he must remember to come to him for help!

Hmm.

I still don’t want to think about something so long ago, after all...

"In that case, Dazai, do you have a girl you like now?"

"No."

"..."

really.

Is it just a matter of pure emotion?

Kamishiro Kiyawa shook his head, and suddenly wanted to raise his free hand to rub Dazai Osamu's fluffy and soft brown hair. He stretched out his hand, but was suddenly stunned.

"It's snowing."

White, fine snowflakes fell on the palms of my hands, feeling slightly cool.

"yes."

Osamu Dazai also reached out his hand and picked up the snowflakes.

This is the first snow of the year in Yokohama.

The street lamp shines with orange light, painting the tiny ice crystals with a warm color, and the kite-colored eyes seem to be infected, giving them a vibrant color.

Kamidai Kiyoka watched with a smile, raised his hand to help Dazai trim his hair, and a question naturally blurted out: "Why does Dazai cover such beautiful eyes?"

Praise and doubts bloomed in those amber eyes.

Dazai Osamu unexpectedly thought of the ringing of the bells in the temple, which was also so clear and pure, full of peaceful magic.

"because……"

He said in a joking tone, "Isn't this dirty world worthy of my eyes?"

"Then I would be honored."

Dazai Osamu heard the smiling voice of the black-haired boy, which seemed to be real and imaginary, "It's the person you saw with your eyes."

--foul.

——It’s too foul, Qinghe.

Snowy night.

Dazai Osamu heard his heart beating rapidly.

The first quarter of every year is the peak recruitment season for port mafia.

With this comes an increased workload.

Kamidai Kiyoka originally wanted to spend the winter vacation with Dazai Osamu, but reality did not allow it. Dazai Osamu seemed to be attracted by Kuroba Kaito - to be precise, the magic technique inherited from the world-class magician Kuroba Toichi. He often spent his free time

Go hang out with Kaito and stop coming to the leader's office so frequently.

"..."

Dazai Cat will find new friends on his own.

Kamidai Kiyawa was happy, but also a little melancholy. This was probably the mood of a shit-sweeper.

Speaking of which, Dazai's cat was the first cat he raised.

Even though the cats, strays, and other families all like him, they don't belong to him, and Dazai's household registration and other things are still maintained by him.

"What's the matter, listless?"

In the izakaya at night, in the area blocked by the curtain, Sakaguchi Ango asked.

"nothing."

Dazai Maomao hadn’t slept in the mafia dormitory for a long time, and Mafia’s energy was low. Kamidao Kiywa swung the cocktail in his glass, looked at the colorful colors replaced by abstract ink paintings, and turned his attention back to the meeting with his partner, "You have applied.

Are you working as a financial specialist at Mafia?"

"Well, I just received the electronic receipt."

Sakaguchi Ango answered, looking at his partner inquiringly, but hesitated to speak.

Kamidai Kiyoka said lazily: "Ask whatever you want."

One advantage of not having the sharp and curious Osamu Dazai around is that it is easier to communicate with the Special Agents Division, as there is no need to be constantly smooth-talking.

Always telling Dazai Maomao to keep it a secret will hurt Maomao's heart.

After frankly admitting that he would be on vacation this year or next year and no longer work at the port mafia, the farming chief contacted him urgently, and he was moved by emotion and rationality. The result of the negotiation was that Kamidai Kiyawa could not give up his position as the leader of the mafia, but he could skip work for a year.

, and during this year, the Secret Service Division will help him keep an eye on the mafia. If something big happens in the middle and causes him to come back to work, he will be treated as overtime and can be taken off.

And this candidate to help him look after his house is right in front of him.

Sakaguchi Ango's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "I heard from the farming chief, Seiwa-senpai, do you want to run away?"

"..."

Kamidai Kiyawa corrected himself speechlessly, "It's a vacation!"

He reminded, "Didn't you agree that I would have one year of paid leave?"

Sakaguchi Ango didn't understand: "But, you are now the leader of the port mafia. If you take a year off..."

There are too many variables.

If it were him, he would never dare to let go.

"The cause and effect is wrong."

Putting aside the Picasso-style cocktail, Kamishiro Kiyokazu said lazily, "It's because of this annual leave that I didn't find a chance to run away when I was the young master of Mafia."

He stretched out his finger and poked the ice ball in his partner's wine glass, half-smiling, "You're telling me now that because the task was completed so well, the holiday is gone?"

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Something seems wrong.

A bit fraudulent.

But for Yokohama, for the people, for Japan...

Kamishiro Kiyowa smiled even more, his expression strangely blended tenderness and ruthlessness, and said in a low voice: "Then I'm probably just the pure leader of the port mafia, and have nothing to do with the Secret Service."

A boss who cannot convince me is not my boss.

Simple and true.

"...Senior Qinghe?"

Sakaguchi Ango's breathing relaxed subconsciously.

Kamishiro Kiyawa patted him comfortingly, "I'm just kidding."

well.

My partner is still so stupid.

But it's good. That's what my subordinates want to do. They are all as troublesome as Mr. Mori.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

No, it doesn't seem to be a joke.

never mind.

Naturally, the farming chiefs have to worry about these.

Sakaguchi Ango thought for a while and came to a conclusion. When he came back to his senses, he found that Kamishiro Kiyokazu was still poking the ice ball in his cup, and the ice ball was rolling around in the transparent glass.

……etc.

——Can he still drink this glass of whiskey?

"Ah, sorry."

Kamidai Kiyokazu took back his hand and said, "There is a friend who likes to play like this and I accidentally learned it."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Your friend is so naive.

"Are there any other undercover agents besides you?"

Kamidai Kiyokazu said suddenly, with an interested look, "With the expansion of the organization, there are increasingly insufficient talents. Apart from the Special Service Division, aren't there any other departments that are interested in Mafia?"

"...It seems that the military and police have also sent people here."

"Who is it?"

"cough."

Sakaguchi Ango looked strange, "It is said... that he was rejected because he was too young."

"..."

Asking the Human Resources Department not to recruit children blindly, Kandairo Kiyokazu said thoughtfully, "I remember that the military and police only recruit adults. Age can only be ignored when recruiting people with special abilities."

He said, "If a minor with supernatural abilities wants to join Mafia, can't he take the path of Hope Academy? If he passes the exam and graduates, he can officially join. The test questions are not difficult."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Kamidai Kiyokazu emphasized, "Really, I have compared the papers with those from several junior high schools. It is not difficult."

"It is said..."

Sakaguchi Ango lowered his voice, "He's not very good at reading either."

"oh."

Kamidai Kiyoshi had a cold face, "In this case, it will be gone if it's gone."

Anyway, the military and police are unlikely to send anything particularly useful.

In front of Nakamori's house.

After half a month, Kuroba Kaito finally delivered a letter he had already written.

In order not to reveal the details, the postmark on the envelope and so on are all authentic. Unless a meticulous detective is hired, no matter who reads it, they will think that the letter is sent from Kyoto.

Qingzi will definitely be very sad.

But if you cry a little, it should be fine, right?

Thinking of ways to coax Aoko - one, three, four, five - in his mind, Kuroba Kaito returned to the next door and stood in the entrance hall. As soon as he turned on the light, he noticed that there was someone else in the hall.

Kuroba Kaito:!!!

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the sofa, playing with his magic props boredly, "Has the letter been placed?"

"..." Kuroba Kaito was not frightened to death, "Why are you here? Didn't you send all your clothes back? No, how did you get in?!"

"Pry the lock."

Dazai Osamu's eyes sparkled, "A very powerful policeman taught me this!"

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

He endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold it back anymore, and he started to complain crazily in his heart: How does the skill of picking locks have anything to do with the police?! Are the police so versatile?! And they already know it well, why do they need to teach it to the future?

Adult?!

Osamu Dazai considerately gives someone time to digest.

"Okay." Kuroba Kaito said helplessly, "So, why did you come to me?"

"Come and learn magic."

Dazai Osamu held up his face and said calmly, "Then, if Qinghe asks, just tell me that I have been by your side recently."


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