hat and bandage

This world is a very strange world.

About [-]% of the population on the earth possesses superpowers that could only be seen in comics in the past, and this society has naturally evolved into a superpower society.

[Fantasy] has become [reality], and the social system has gradually changed with the evolution of human beings.

The main government of Japan calls this kind of superpower evolved by human beings "personality", and because of the popularity of "personality", the danger of crimes in society has greatly increased, so a new occupation has officially entered the stage. the world stage.

—Professional hero.

Heroes solve personality criminals and maintain world peace, which has gradually become the most shining profession in Japanese society.

...except Yokohama.

Yokohama, Japan, is a strange place.

With about [-]% of the world's population possessing superpowers, only the city of Yokohama still maintains a relatively low level of superpower awakening, and most people are "individualized" in the words of the main government, although in fact, outside [ Personality] and Yokohama's [Different Ability] seem to be two different power systems.

There are no so-called professional heroes here. On the contrary, the underworld forces almost cover the entire Yokohama.

However, such a place can have an independent government system.

There have been disputes between the Yokohama government and the main government of Japan. The main government has always wanted to exchange peace talks with the Yokohama government, but there has been no progress in recent years.

After all, here, the Port Mafia at night, the Supernatural Secret Service during the day, and the Armed Detective Agency at dusk, the three major organizations are separated in Yokohama, maintaining a delicate balance, but no one is willing to let Yokohama join the outside world The government, they have rules that belong exclusively to Yokohama, but such rules are unacceptable to the outside world.

As one of the three major powers in Yokohama, becoming a core member of the port mafia that controls the night, undoubtedly can be called "the future is boundless" on another level.

and so……

Why on earth did I defect from the port mafia, leaving behind my mansion, luxury car, cadre position under one person, and the precious red wine he has treasured for nearly ten years... The choice and a poor and useless one, The mackerel who can only commit suicide, willful, and spends money recklessly elopes, and has been hiding his name underground for two full years, living a life that can be called "hard"?

How the hell did my brain get flooded with mackerel?

In an ordinary apartment in Yokohama.

The small apartment has only one room, not too big, only [-] square meters, one bedroom, one living room and one toilet structure, but it is nice with a balcony.

At 07:30 in the morning, there are basically light-colored rooms, two people curled up on the soft double bed, covered by a big quilt, and the air conditioner is turned on at [-] degrees, which is a bit too cold for the current climate. But I couldn't stand a certain wayward man who was arguing to drive to death last night.

Then this morning, two people who were wearing thin clothes and huddled in the quilt had to stay together to keep warm.

Nakahara Nakahara, a former port mafia cadre, opened his blue eyes sleepily, and stared at the alarm clock on the bedside table in a daze for a while, even though the thin figure behind him was a circle bigger than him The bandaged bastard tightly circled him and held him in his arms.

Behind him, Osamu Dazai, who was also a former cadre of the Port Mafia, was sleeping like a child, his chin resting lightly on Mr. Nakahara's noble head in his arms.

Mr. Nakahara yawned lightly when he just woke up and knew that he was wrapped up like a pillow again. The sunlight moved reluctantly in the bed from the gap in the curtains, and finally stripped off the bastard Dazai Osamu and didn't know when to stick it in. A slender and slender leg stretched out from the paws under his pajamas, and Zhong Yuanzhong also mercilessly kicked his elopement partner off the bed.

"Get up, Dazai!!"

The energetic Mr. Zhongyuan yelled and threw the quilt away. He shuddered and quickly turned off the air conditioner. Then he got out of bed with bare feet, stepped on the soft and snow-white artificial carpet, and the little girl with bright orange hair Mr. went directly to the window and drew the curtains, and opened the window to let the sunlight and the warmth from outside come in.

Outside the window, Zhongye’s beautiful blue eyes are set against the cloudless blue sky, and the singing of birds in the early morning is also melodious to the ears. The breeze is blowing on the face, and the unique atmosphere of the port city makes people feel refreshed.

the weather is nice today.

The drowsiness was driven away, and Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a gentle smile.

But obviously, not everyone can accept the fact of getting up early.

"Ah...Chuya, sleep a little longer!"

Being kicked under the bed mercilessly, Dazai Osamu reluctantly rolled several times along the carpet so he didn't fall into a concussion. He lay face down on the ground and stretched out a bandaged Hand, firmly grasping Zhongyuan Zhongye's slender ankle, looking like a dead body, he complained sullenly: "It's so cold."

"It's not that you turned on the air conditioner yesterday, it's only spring."

Nakahara Chuya also turned his head, changed a look of disgust and stared at the mackerel pretending to be dead at his feet, and took a step to shake off Dazai's hand holding his ankle, but in the next second this wayward man simply hugged him It hurt his leg, almost causing him to fall to the ground too.

"What are you doing, let go, I'm going to brush my teeth!"

"No."

"Come to work at 08:30, can you be a little more energetic, get up!" Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth: "You haven't finished processing yesterday's documents, have you?"

"Just leave that kind of thing to Kunikida-kun to do."

Dazai, who confidently pushed the work to his colleagues, crawled slowly along Nakahara Chuya's body, and finally wrapped him tightly in his arms again, and comfortably buried his head with short curly curly hair on Mr. Nakahara's shoulder After a while, he yawned, opened his beautiful iris eyes, and elongated his tone:

"Medium means working so hard all day long and not getting enough sleep will not grow taller."

"I can go to yours."

His height was also dissed. At the age of 15, he was 1.5 meters five. Now he is only 22 meters at the age of 1.6. Nakahara Nakaya, who is only five centimeters tall, tore Dazai off his body expressionlessly. He ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, waiting for him to cook After breakfast, he changed into a white T-shirt and a black jacket, and Nakaya picked up his little black top hat and put it on his head. After taking care of himself, he dragged the reluctant Osamu Dazai to work on time at eight o'clock.

Chuya Nakahara, the former cadre of the port mafia, and Osamu Dazai, the former cadre of the port mafia, eloped (crossed out) for love two years ago. They defected together for some reason and were chased and killed by the port mafia for two full years. Relying on the conversation between Dazai and the Supernatural Secret Service Division to whitewash his identity, he officially joined one of the three major organizations in Yokohama, which is barely a neutral armed detective agency.

Again, Nakahara Chuya still doesn't understand why he agreed to Dazai's elopement invitation.

Asking for money has no status, no status, and even being chased and killed by the original boss. The eldest sister who was close to him looked at him heartbroken, but his lover is still such a willful man.

No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it!

Nakahara Nakaya, who dragged his man to go to work every morning in a fit of rage, held the man in one hand, and pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency with the other. It was no surprise to see that the colleagues were already in place.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Kunikida Doppo raised his head upon hearing the sound, pushed his glasses, and nodded to the short, slender, handsome orange-haired youth in front of him: "Thank you for dragging Dazai here."

"It's on my side." Nakahara Chuya threw Dazai on the ground when he arrived, squinted his beautiful blue eyes, and clapped his hands full of disgust. Nakahara Chuya took off his hat: "Did that bastard Dazai lose his job again?" Here it is for you, ignore him, just throw it all back to him."

When mentioning this, Kunikida's face burst into a rage. Who would have thought that when he suddenly received a document from a colleague in the middle of the night, that guy would justifiably throw the job to himself.

"I've already dealt with the urgent documents, and the rest, Dazai!!! You must finish it for me today!"

"Eh--??"

Dazai let out a wail, found the sofa and lay down on the sofa, pretending to be dead.

"Give me a solid "yes" bastard!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also slapped his boyfriend's head angrily.

Nakahara also joined the detective agency at the same time as Dazai, and the old members of the agency are well aware of their partnership.

Although Kunikida seriously doubted whether Nakahara Nakahara, who was bold, loyal, serious and responsible, was tricked into marriage by that bastard Dazai, but he still didn't intervene in other people's love life after holding back for a long time.

The pair of Nakahara and Dazai are not so much lovers as enemies.

I quarrel every day. Nakahara Chu, who is very patient with others and can even be said to be gentle, is not good at Dazai. There are elementary school student-level quarrels at both ends of the three days. When conflicts and disputes become acute, there will be unilateral domestic violence. ——The furious Mr. Zhongyuan did not hesitate to use his excellent physical skills to throw a certain man over the shoulder, so aggressive that people's first reaction would be to think that the two were enemies.

Well, if you haven't seen Dazai squishy with his arms around someone who is 21cm shorter than him, huddling on the sofa and laughing like a kid who has eaten candy.

"Speaking of which, Zhongyuan, I have a commission for you today."

Kunikida suddenly remembered something, pulled out a document from his own desk, and handed it to Nakahara Chuya.

"It just so happens that that bastard Osamu Dazai doesn't want to do clerical work at all, so he might as well go out with you to handle the case."

This sentence was full of anger, no one would be happy after being dumped by a colleague at work.

"Hey, Dazai, did you hear that! Let's forget about the clerical work, I'll take care of it, but you and Nakahara will be in charge of this case - cheer me up!"

Dazai became obedient: "What? Is there a two-person world between me and Chuya?"

Kunikida was furious, "It's work!!"

It's not a difficult job either—for former mafia cadres and formerly notorious partners in the world, "Double Blacks," there's nothing they can't do.

——The man-eating tiger incident.

The gigantic white tiger that appeared at night in Yokohama and has been witnessed many times, according to reliable information, is caused by people with supernatural abilities.

Although it is called a man-eating tiger, there are actually no clear records of cannibalism.

After a cursory glance at the case information, Chuya Nakahara knew it.

As long as they catch him, Mr. Zhongyuan thought, this mission will be over.

With the excellent and even exaggerated combat power in the Central Plains, this is indeed the case.

The only difficulty is to find the trail of the white tiger.

But this is not difficult under Dazai's resourcefulness.

Although he was annoyed by Dazai's character, Kunikida was quite trustworthy about the opponent's ability.

Under Zhongyuan's supervision, Dazai can't be a monster, right?

result.

Kunikida Doppo, who had thought so the day before, received a notification from Chuya Chuya on a business trip the day after.

It was Dazai, who delivered the news.

"Chuya and the president asked for a place for this business trip, and left early in the morning."

Without the urging of his little lover, Dazai, who came to work an hour late, lay on the sofa of the detective agency and pretended to be dead, full of resentment, like a mackerel who had nothing to love.

"Kunikida——" Dazai raised his head and drew his tone weakly, "You can order someone else to find someone else for this case."

"I'm dead."

After speaking, he buried his face in the sofa, attempting to suffocate himself.

"...What did you do?" After thinking for a while about Nakahara Chuya's serious and responsible character, who would never leave work behind, Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses and pointed the finger at Dazai.

"I didn't—"

Dazaiji muttered guiltily.

Take the little man seriously, even if he left a cabinet of expensive red wine when he left the port mafia, he would have to put on his hat and rush into the toilet or something...

Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai was confident in the next second.

Who let Chuya be his lover, but Chuya carefully protects the hat from other men all day long, and even himself has to be ranked behind!

Even you have to be in the back!

Yesterday, I had a quarrel over what to eat, and suddenly saw the little black hat that was carefully hung in the cabinet by Zhongya, and for a moment, the evil came out from the side of the gut, and the cheap Dazai buried his face in the sofa again.

Ah——why is there such a thing as a business trip?

The little dwarf actually accepted Xiongying's commission with the president and ran out of Yokohama!

Thinking that he might not see his little boy for a year, Osamu Dazai suffocated for a while.

Doesn't Chuya hate heroes the most?