The little girl in the red dress grabbed the hem of her guardian's white clothes with both hands, puffed out her cheeks and lost her temper petulantly: "Hey! Rintaro! Rintaro?! Rintaro——"
"Uh-oh..." The man who was on the phone had to turn his attention away from the cell phone he was talking on. His clean white coat was pulled into wrinkles. Mori Ogai had to squat down and apologize: "We'll be there soon.
, Alice-chan~ But can you go to one more store before that?"
"Going to a clothing store again?" Alice's expression froze, "This is already the fifteenth one!"
"It's a quick drive." Seeing the obviously reluctant Alice, Mori Ogai ignored the "boss? boss?" that kept coming from his phone, and clasped his hands together and prayed to the little girl in front of him: "Please
Alice-chan~ This is my lifelong request, if you are willing to go, I am willing to die!"
"Hmph, I can just go!"
Alice turned away angrily, jumped into the car with a privacy film, and slammed the door.
Ah, Alice is so cute when she’s angry~
The leader of a certain gang in Hong Kong sighed with an idiotic look on his face, and then he was brought back to his senses by the urging voice coming from his mobile phone.
"Chief? Chief? This is indeed a bait, but we found a document that was left behind..."
"Left behind?" Mori Ogai chuckled, "You did it on purpose to show us, right?"
"...Yes, but I don't understand what you want to convey by deliberately leaving such a document..." On the other end of the phone, Guangjin Liulang paused while holding the phone with one hand, "It's about--"
"Let me guess," Ogai Mori said into the phone, "is it about a person?"
He opened the door, sat in the driver's seat naturally, and then closed the door:
"Is it about-"
"boom--"
The orange-red flames instantly swallowed up the car, and the heat wave carried flying ash in the air. Screams suddenly rang out in the commercial street where people were coming and going. The crowd gathered around and pointed, fearful but more worried about the accident.
Most of them were curious, so they grabbed their phones to take pictures and send messages.
"..."
In the sky, the little girl in a red dress had her blond hair flying, her whole body was surrounded by blue light belonging to supernatural powers, and her originally clear blue eyes also showed a hollow and dark look. Alice expressionlessly held Mori Ogai's collar,
She had just taken Mori Ogai away from the car where the bomb was planted at the critical moment:
"It's really, really bad."
"not yet."
The man who was hung in the air by his collar actually had a happy expression on his face. Mori Ogai said firmly:
"In this way, you can decide which one to give up - ah, I obviously want both of them - Alice-chan, can you put me down? I can't breathe."
――――
The incident occurred after Ogai Mori fell to the ground after being stabbed severely by a man pretending to be a police officer despite escaping the car explosion.
Dostoyevsky blended into the crowd, evaded the tracking of Alice with humanoid supernatural powers, and successfully squeezed into a dark and narrow alley, where he unexpectedly (or perhaps not unexpectedly) met an acquaintance -
White hair was exposed in bits and pieces from under the wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and the long windbreaker was carried up by the walking airflow. The man holding the sword at his waist stopped after passing by him.
"etc!"
Although he is a strong and tall Russian by blood, "Demon" looks frail even if he is tall enough. Perhaps this is the characteristic of a technical geek? In short, the tall and thin "policeman" stood obediently and turned his back to The white-haired young man slowly raised the corners of his lips.
…
At the same time, the man in the sand-colored trench coat pressed his ears and sighed. He grinned and took off the earphones matching the bug. This was the one he specially placed on Van Helsing last night. Anyone who came into contact with him Small discs that can transmit sound are stuffed into the inside corners of clothes, the edges of cuffs, and even the gaps in the belt. In this way, even if one or two bugs are discovered, Osamu Dazai can continue to collect information. After all, maybe Is there any fish that slipped through the net and escaped?
Facts have proved that there is no need to worry so much. All of his bugs are alive. Van Helsing may not have discovered it. It is more likely that he deliberately left them behind because he knew that no news would be passed on.
There was nothing suspicious about the sound transmitted by the bug. Last night, I even heard him putting on a facial mask before going to bed. Dazai Osamu had to sigh that this man has really good habits. And today, I listened to the footsteps of "tapping" for a while. The headset was suddenly filled with a "sizzling" noise. The annoying noise made his ears buzz and he had to take it off.
President Fukuzawa Yukichi was attacked and poisoned and was still in a coma. Osamu Dazai chose to go to the place where the president was attacked to investigate. He squatted down and touched the dried and caked blood on the ground, holding the useless headset in his hand. , slowly raised a smile.
"I see, I understand."
――――
Van Helsing would pose no hindrance to his actions.
Dostoevsky believed that things did develop as he imagined.
After receiving his answer, the white-haired young man had no choice to follow him. Just knowing the current affairs was worthy of praise, not to mention his combat power that could not be ignored?
Not only does it "not cause any hindrance", but sometimes, he can even come in handy——
Dostoyevsky changed out of the clothes of the unlucky policeman and put on his warm plush collar cloak again. The next second, he felt empty.
"...the hat is missing."
His fluffy, warm, and excellent velvet hat is missing.
"Are you looking for this?" A lively voice sounded. Dostoyevsky looked over expressionlessly and saw his beloved white velvet hat being properly worn on a man's head. superior.
The man in the sand-colored trench coat took a bite of the red apple in his hand, and Osamu Dazai greeted him cheerfully.
"Hey, Demon Fyodor-kun~"
"It's you." Dostoyevsky seemed not surprised by Dazai Osamu's appearance, and calmly chatted with him like an old friend:
"We haven't seen each other since Kusai, right?"
…
The white-haired young man wearing a cowboy hat walked into a deserted alley. A few minutes later, the Holy See envoy with a silver ponytail walked out of the exit at the other end.
After seeing Li Bai’s dizzying identity setting and side quests, I chose Han Xin.
What kind of evil is orderly evil? God knows that I still swore that Li Bai must be orderly and good... The slap in the face was really unexpected. I am very good now, really very good. Li Bai is also orderly evil, so Han Xin is chaotic. Wouldn't it be more difficult to do?
Facts have proved that the mission is not biased towards any one hero. The "Li Bai's mission is simple" that I imagined is only temporary. After the camp is opened, it will hit my head to look at Li Bai - he is a hero and a hero, and the order is evil. Does this mean that I am a hero or a hero?
You want me to be evil?! This kind of thing is a trap for me who is not cunning! It’s not as good as Han Xin!
So I switched back to Han Xin, and I will repay him a hundredfold. At least it sounds a little easier than being a knight, fighting for justice, and ordering evil... only a little bit.
I sighed sadly.
What kind of feeling does it have... It's like you have successfully achieved all the stars in ranked, and when you start the promotion match, you encounter a stronger team on the opposite side, or a five-tier team blocking the way, commonly known as the Tribulation Round.
To be honest, the first few missions were not difficult. At the beginning, it was even as simple as a novice game (which is indeed a novice game), and the subsequent missions were not like this and required a test of IQ... Obviously I am a person who has no feelings.
Fighting machine, why do you want me to think about hair loss? Just tell me who to beat like before!
Maybe this is the gradual progression of task difficulty. Now it has evolved to the point where it requires not only hands but also brain. After that, you may have to do all kinds of tricks - ugh, it's scary to think about it.
I struggled to start turning my rusty brain.
Why did Li Bai ask for such a contradictory task?
——Identity setting.
Who initiated the identity setting?
——That fake policeman.
How can I get information next?
…
——Use Han Xin to find the fake policeman.
――――
"Man is so sinful and so stupid that he cannot stop fighting even if he knows that he has been tricked by others."
Dostoyevsky picked up the hat thrown back by Dazai Osamu, patted the dust without any disdain, and put it back on his head.
"Someone has to stand up and purify this sin, so I need a 'book'."
"Just like this." He raised his hand with a calm expression and stared at the man facing him who was still smiling and unable to understand his thoughts.
"boom"
A bullet penetrated Dazai Osamu's body and brought out a stream of blood. The guy who had been talking cheerfully just now fell to the ground, and blood spilled from his abdomen and mouth.
The bitten red apple fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of the remaining standing person.
"..." Dostoyevsky stared at it silently for a while, and his expression finally changed slightly, seeming to be confused or mocking:
"You already knew there was a sniper." He said with certainty:
"Even so, I'm here to get information, even people I don't have much contact with are not willing to investigate... There's no need to make that surprised expression."
The demon lowered his head and looked at him, with his back to the light, and his whole face looked gloomy: "The level of the bugging device is not good enough."
"Since you still have the task of telling the port mafia about the war, I will tell you some information."
The young man in the white velvet hat passed over the person lying on the ground and walked slowly toward the exit:
"The person you want to find has a deep hatred of evil."
The demon's figure disappeared, and Dazai Osamu vaguely saw a person appear out of thin air in the dark space——
The man with the silver ponytail suddenly appeared in the air, then fell down and stepped on the ground. The tail of his hair drew an arc in the air. The cultist holding the spear in his hand was stunned for a moment when he saw him.
"You're not from the Port Mafia——"
The cross on the chest shone brightly, and the symbol of holiness became more noticeable in the dim light. Dazai Osamu listened to the question "There is a lot of blood, are you injured?" without saying a word, and his iris-colored eyes narrowed slightly.