The vest cannot be collapsed

Haruki Jushan didn't know the seriousness of the matter at this time.

He is counting the time.

【In terms of six hours, then Fyodor will arrive in Yokohama at [-]:[-] p.m.】 He thought for a while and said, 【Should I make the house a little more pitiful. 】

The system scanned him up and down in a circle incomprehensibly.

【Are you not pitiful enough? 】It asked in confusion.

The villa was ransacked by the housekeeper, chef and servants who ran away, all the nominal companies went bankrupt, the house they live in now will be taken back in a few days, and the family even messed with the port Mafia.

Also lost the cat.

【...You are right. 】Ju Shanqingshu was speechless.

[And,] the system added in an indescribable voice, [Are you really not going to change your clothes? 】

Jushan Haruki is still wearing the beige windbreaker that he wore yesterday morning. After a chaotic night of drunkenness at the bar, this dress is wrinkled at the hem, and there is a layer of alcohol on it that is not too heavy. taste.

He looked like a rich second generation who went fooling around somewhere last night.

However, this outfit strangely fits with what he just said at the Armed Detective Agency.

In the Armed Detective Agency just now, I am afraid that everyone thought that his appearance was actually the result of looking for Atsushi Nakajima for a night without sleep, but it actually confirmed his image as a good brother.

[Yes. 】

It doesn't matter if the system doesn't say it, but Haruki Juyama also feels that the clothes on his body smell a little bit of alcohol. As a half-Russian who has just experienced the baptism of vodka and is not so good at drinking, Haruki Jushan made a rare move to himself. Sober cognition and judgment.

[I'd better go buy some black trench coats. 】He turned a corner sincerely and walked to another road.

In the early morning of Yokohama, the white-collar workers who go to work one after another have just left the house, and the number of cars on the usually busy streets has just increased. This big city is gradually waking up with the rising sun. At this time, people walking in a crowd Among the office workers, Jushan Haruki is particularly different.

Surrounded by social animals in suits, leather shoes and ties, Haruki Yoshiyama, who was wearing a windbreaker and even looked a little idle, seemed to have missed the time and broke into this morning that should not belong to him.

But social animals who are in a hurry to go to work are not interested in observing a person who has nothing to do with them. Time is life, and there is no time to watch these in a hurry on a weekday morning.

They just briefly glanced at his attire, and then they had an image of a hangover rich second generation in their minds, and then put the matter behind them.

The hurried social animals passed by Jushan Haruki. If there were no accidents, this was just an early morning episode.

The white-collar workers who turned a corner saw a man very similar to the rich second generation they had just seen.

It looks so similar that people will subconsciously think it is the same person at a glance.

brother?

The white-collar workers rushing to work gave him a little attention.

But it's a pity that the other party didn't seem to realize that someone was secretly observing him.

Osamu Dazai quickly moved towards the direction of Haruki Iyama according to the position deduced from the surveillance.

He turned a corner and walked quickly towards the figure in the beige windbreaker in his field of vision, then he patted his shoulder with a smile on his face.

Facing the startled eyes of Haruki Juyama after turning around, Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile: "Good morning."

Haruki Iyama, who was walking well, was patted on the shoulder.

[Holy shit, shit, shit,] the moment he turned his head, he was taken aback, and burst out a series of C language, [Didn't it mean that Osamu Dazai is not in Yokohama? 】

If he is not in Yokohama, who is this person in front of me? Is it a ghost?

[No one told you that he is not in Yokohama,] the system was also taken aback, [Didn't you deduce it yourself? 】

【It's not that Akutagawa's brains were sent to negotiate. It can be seen that Osamu Dazai is not in the port of Mafia.】 Haruki Juyama argued hard, 【Otherwise, someone who is serious would let Akutagawa come out to negotiate. 】

[Uh...] The system reminded tactfully, [Then how can you be sure that his purpose in the first place was to negotiate, rather than demolish the factory directly. 】

[Gan... You are very reasonable. ] Jushan Haruki choked on both sides at the same time.

Needless to say on the system side, Osamu Dazai just said good morning when he came up, and he couldn't answer the whole thing.

[Good morning, I'm not good at all,] He quickly scanned up and down Dazai's clothes while talking to the system, [Seeing Dazai suddenly appearing in Yokohama is going to scare you to death. 】

In the face of Dazai, you are obedient, and in the face of the system, you strike hard.

Then the scumbag, who was barking his teeth and claws at the system, showed his specialty, and quickly put on a confused expression: "Who are you?"

Is there a play to watch?The people around who heard this sentence all pricked up their little ears.

Early in the morning, you can still see this excitement on the way to work?

As soon as Jushan Haruki said this, the smile on Dazai Osamu's face became even brighter. If he hadn't caught his gaze just now, he might really believe it.

Haruki Jushan's mouth is a deceitful ghost, and when necessary, he can't believe a word he says.

Seeing the surrounding crowd watching the show, Osamu Dazai sneered in his heart, and immediately put on a heartbroken expression.

"You started pretending you don't know me in order to evade responsibility," he looked really like that, "Dad is still lying in the ICU, did you go out to have a good time last night?"

Haruki Juyama: "!"

"Where did you go last night?" Osamu Dazai squeezed his shoulders, his tone extremely disappointed, "I called you so many times last night and you didn't answer, did you think about Dad when you hugged him at the bar? Are you still intubated for oxygen in the hospital?"

Oh wow.

The onlookers cast condemning eyes like Ju Shanqingshu. This is a rich second generation who only cares about having fun regardless of the life and death of his relatives.

He is not as good as raw char siew.

"What happened to me going to the bar last night?" Then they saw the rich second generation sneer, raised his hand and opened the hand of the black-haired man on his shoulder, "Don't touch me, I feel sick, why is Dad in the ICU You know better than anyone."

"Don't you just want an inheritance? Just give it to you, why are you pretending here."

Wow.

The condemning eyes of the onlookers turned to Osamu Dazai, who turned out to be a ruthless man who put his father in the intensive care unit for the sake of inheritance.

It is better to give birth to a cake than to give birth to him.

"I've never thought of this before." Osamu Dazai's eyes were filled with pain, "Not everyone is like you who only see money in one eye."

"You have been like this since you were a child. Ever since you became obsessed with gambling and your father froze your card, you have intensified, looking for people to borrow money to gamble. He went to the ICU and you were still drinking outside, and you still think that it was me. He pushed it down."

"Do you still have this family in your heart? Do you only see gambling and money in your eyes?"

Omg.

The onlookers looked at Haruki Jushan, he was a gambler with delusions of persecution.

They wronged the dark-haired man.

"I gamble? Don't you know why I gamble and drink away my worries?" Jushan Haruki raised his voice in disbelief.

"You have always been better than me since you were a child. I have never had a sense of presence at home. You wanted to snatch my toys, parents' attention, and teachers' praises. You wanted to overwhelm me and take away my things everything."

"But why did you rob my fiancée..." His voice was faintly crying.

Mom.

The onlookers looked at Osamu Dazai, he was a scumbag who robbed his brother's fiancée.

They blamed the white-haired boy wrongly.

"I never thought of stealing your things." Osamu Dazai shook his head regretfully.

"You shouldn't look at her as your property. Feelings are free. It's her own choice to be with me."

That's right.

The onlookers commented that they are not married yet, and it is their own choice who they want to be their boyfriend, and it is really not a grab.

This white-haired rich second generation is a bit too paranoid.

"Yes, she is voluntary," Jushan Haruki sneered, "If she knows that the purpose of your being with her is to die in love with her, will she also voluntarily?"

"Dare you say it? Call here now and tell her."

"The vow you promised is just a casual mention that every candlelight night you dine together, the thing you want to do the most is to pick up a knife and stab her in the chest and then wipe your own neck."

"Dare you say it?"

Mom has perverts here!

The eyes of the onlookers suddenly became horrified.

What kind of distorted family relationship is this family? Is it really okay to speak so hard in the morning?Is this something they can hear right on the street? Help.

"Okay, just dial." The black-haired man seemed to have quarreled, and he took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Let her hear how you regard her as your property, how is it From the very beginning, he targeted her like a prey, smeared her as his own, and even PUA her."

"You don't like her at all. What you like is just a representative, an object that belongs to you alone."

"Let her make her own choice."

Run sisters! ! !

The onlookers now only have this sentence in their minds.

Don't pick up boyfriends in the trash!Neither of these brothers looks like a good thing!

"Father's acquiescence," the white-haired rich second generation said in a suppressed voice, with a deep tremor in his voice, "but you really dare to call her."

He wanted to go up to grab his phone, but the black-haired man quickly avoided him.The black-haired rich second generation tried to reach out to stop him, but was suppressed by his sharp back cut, so he quickly pulled away with a movement that none of them could understand, and took a few steps back quickly.

Jushan Haruki went forward instead of retreating, and continued to try to snatch the mobile phone from his hand.

The two of them got better and better, until now no one had a word to say, Haruki Iyama just wanted to take the phone from Osamu Dazai, but Osamu Dazai didn't want to give it to him, so the two of them were fighting fast, stumbling Headed towards the alley behind the office building.

Almost late for work.

The onlookers moved their stiff legs and looked at each other subtly.

"That..." A weak voice suddenly came from the crowd, "Should we... call the police?"

It sounds like all members of this family are villains who specialize in cultivating highly educated social dregs.

Even the "father" lying in the ICU ward is not a good person.

So when everyone arrived, they saw such a scene.

Two people who can't tell who is who regardless of hair color are fighting fiercely under the parking lot of the office building. One has good physical skills but a fragile shell Haruki is sparing no effort to cut back Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu, who has average skills but good physical strength, is doing his best to carry out underground demolition.

After missing a large part of the plot, Kunikida Doppo didn't know why they fought for no reason: "..."

Chuya Nakahara, who came a step late and suddenly saw two colleagues who pretended to die, said, "!"

Don't fight any more.

——I want to fight in the dance studio.