No way, it was such a coincidence at this moment! Calling it a coincidence is too much, it was clearly premeditated!
"I obviously want it to raise its head..."
He raised his head and turned around. The goal was the vast sea - Kun was in the sea. What was Kun doing when he flew up to the sky?
I patted the keyboard desperately, and sure enough, there was no response. This giant Kun was completely controlled by this purple rat head... Mader, before I even stole this Kun, it was stolen by another hacker.
It’s really frustrating to have my beard cut off.
My feet suddenly swayed, and the downward angle I had adapted to suddenly changed and moved back to the horizontal direction. I was a little uncomfortable and confused for a while.
Huh? This is raising your head, right?
Suddenly my hope rekindled. Isn't this what I wanted to do before? Maybe the effect of this virus is just a delay? What if the fierce operation I just did was effective?
I poked the button again.
"...right, turn right?"
Kun hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved sideways - it really turned right!
Sure enough, I am such a genius. I am just a genius, but I am still not able to capture it for Han Xin?
I immediately felt the lofty ambition to guide the country and scold Fang Qiu. I stretched out my long legs and kicked a corpse from an unknown wall, and sat on it as a pony.
"The next step is to speed up, speed up! Then click to the right...yes, yes, that's it..."
High in the sky, the huge white whale turned a corner and headed towards the Yokohama ocean area.
――――
"Isn't this going to change?"
The young man in the sand-colored windbreaker put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the white whale slowly drawing circles into the sea, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Ranpo-san's summary is really general——"
Although the posture of the beluga entering the water was as gentle as possible, the size here is like sinking a person in a full bathtub. The water level suddenly rose sharply on the Yokohama offshore side. Dazai Osamu, who was not far away, was standing in the trousers of Osamu Dazai.
It left a dark wet mark below the calf, which slowly receded.
"Ah." Dazai Osamu seemed to suddenly react. He lowered his head and looked at his wet trouser legs and shoes: "They're wet."
When Atsushi connected the communication again, he had just finished communicating with Kyoka. Originally, Kyoka was supposed to fly the plane as a "prison" to sink the beluga, so that she could also pass the test of the detective agency at the same time -
―Yaksha Shirayuki will help her survive, but everything is disrupted. Fortunately, the moment she made her choice, even if she passed the test, things did not deviate too much from the track, except...
Atsushi-kun mentioned that the purple mouse head that appeared in the control room was indeed the work of the "Majin"-kun. However, after controlling the white whale, he not only did not make it hit Yokohama, but instead slowly jumped into the sea -
―The mystery may be related to that “believer”.
"If I get wet, I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, I hope others will be unhappy too. If others are happy, I will make them unhappy~"
He hummed a song that he didn't know where he had adapted from, and walked with a clear goal among the many passers-by who came to watch. A few exclamations just came from there, as if some strange person suddenly appeared, although it didn't cause much noise.
Bolan, but he also received a little attention because of his handsome appearance and the weapons in his hands.
"...please give way."
There were wet traces of water spreading out from the crowd. The owner of the voice, who was surrounded by the center, could only see the silver ponytail that was hanging limply because of the water, and the length of the pole that dwarfed everyone's height?
gun.
This is already the location with the densest traffic between Yokohama and the outside world. Coupled with the relaxing sea view spot, it can be said that most of the people here are not Yokohama locals. After all, Yokohama locals will not go to watch armed elements.
The long-haired man surrounded by a group of out-of-town tourists was a little flustered, and he was at a loss to deal with the beautiful women who were chirping questions and asking for photos - women should like this kind of man very much, with a handsome face, a tall stature, and broad shoulders.
My waist and legs are slender, so it doesn’t matter even if my job is not very respectable as a drama actor!
"Ah? Ah, yes, there is a performance... Is it over... I don't know..."
The man with the silver ponytail was a little embarrassed. He avoided a lady who stretched out her slender hand and said, "Can I look at the props silently? They look so delicate."
He ran, but because he was surrounded by people from three levels inside and three outside, he didn't dare to use his powers, and his back looked a bit pitiful.
"Your outfit does have the feel of a clergyman." A young lady who looked ladylike but didn't move very ladylikely pursed her lips and smiled. Her hand was trying to touch the cross on the man's chest - she didn't know what she wanted to do.
She touched the cross or touched someone's breasts, but was avoided several times. She said with some annoyance: "Why are you hiding? Is it because of professional ethics that you eat pungent garlic? So in order not to spread the bad smell in your mouth."
talent--"
The ponytail man's expression suddenly became serious:
"To reiterate, I neither eat garlic nor have bad breath."
"puff--"
Dazai Osamu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ah, this natural level of seriousness can rival an old friend...
He stepped forward: "Sorry, beautiful ladies, the actors in our crew need to go back to work at the moment. Is it possible to make it convenient?"
As he spoke, he put his hand on his shoulder, and then he felt the expression of the man in front of him suddenly stiffen, and he looked back at him in astonishment.
"Okay, our performance will be held at a venue nearby~ Oh? Contact information? I'm sorry that the crew is not allowed to disclose it-but after the performance, I think you can have some interaction with the actors-" Osamu Dazai said skillfully
Dealing with the unfinished women, he pushed his back and slowly left here.
Amid the teasing laughter of the women around him, the short silver-haired man was pushed away obediently like a cat being pinched by the scruff of the neck.
Finally, they came to a secluded place where no one would be watching. The man who was being pushed away by him with his back stiffened finally couldn't help but speak.
He asked hesitantly:
"...The port mafia came to pick up my people?"
"puff--"
Osamu Dazai wanted to laugh again.
――――
I started to fight at the other end, and those people were fighting at the other end. The fight was still fierce. As they were fighting, they didn't know where to go, far away from this small room that had been almost destroyed.
This is nothing, and it doesn't affect my ability to open the Kun anyway, but what I didn't expect was that the Kun... was leaking.
Oh, maybe they were fighting.
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Before I was completely submerged, I finally returned to my beloved land from the water, and then what was even more tragic was that I was surrounded by a group of [accent], a group of people!
Isn’t this too unfriendly to the society? Fortunately, the people talking are all young ladies, so I haven’t had a hard time dealing with young ladies... although it’s hard to make up excuses.
At this time, I was still struggling with the port mafia's mission. To be honest, the suspected contract didn't have any specific requirements, and the person who sent me to Kun didn't mention any mission, so I didn't know what I should do.
What should I do? Have I completed my task?
I am still worried about the task and reward. After all, Han Xin is so poor, and the task of stealing Kun is not successful or not. I also have to deal with a young lady who treats me as a drama actor-the current young lady is too bold.
It was so bold that it was scary. A bunch of bad things were tangled up in my mind, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
――Because all my skills were suddenly silenced.
My brain was still shocked by the fact that I had been "silenced." After a slow reaction, a hand patted my shoulder. I heard an elegant and smiling male voice help me out, and then put me
I was taken to a remote corner and obviously wanted to talk. My first reaction was that the Port Mafia was coming to ask for an explanation.
So I felt a little unreasonable and a little nervous: