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Kunikida probably didn't expect that the two problem children downstairs disappeared just as soon as he went up to the property management office to ask about compensation.

Sure enough, the two fought again after he left, even more fiercely than before. The convex mirror that was just smashed into a hole is now completely scrapped, and it was folded into two ends by the connecting rod and thrown away. Below, it seemed as if he had suffered some unjust injustice.

Faced with the strange eyes of the staff, Kunikida tried his best to show a familiar expression: "Yes, that's it, how much do you need to pay?"

"Are you sure..." The staff looked at the vertical pole of the convex lens that was almost broken into two pieces, "Did your child accidentally smash the mirror surface with a stone?"

What a careless child it would have been to smash the pole like this.

The person in front of him looked gentle, but he did not expect to give birth to an Ultraman.

Seeing the status quo of the vertical pole, he believed in the light again.

"I'm not so sure..." Kunikida faced the staff's eyes with difficulty and continued, "How much money do I need to pay?"

Who knows what Osamu Dazai did down there when he went up, now it's not just the convex mirror, Kunikida looked at a clearly visible pit and three cracks on the stable ground at the downhill of the entrance, and felt I will also be torn apart.

Isn't the person who adopted Renhu a rich second generation who is not good at fighting?Osamu Dazai, what did he do here to make this noise, did he launch a satellite?

This can no longer be regarded as the category of bear children, how can he convince the staff that this is just a small accident...

And just when Kunikida was worried, the culprit who caused all this, the "bear boy" Osamu Dazai, was on his way back to Butei.

The Central Plains also suppressed the small-scale disputes in the West. After returning for half a year, I finally came back to drink a glass of wine and ran into an unreliable bartender and an even more unreliable Haruki Jushan, chasing Haruki Jushan. On the road, I met Osamu Dazai again, and finally, under the visual impact of double Dazai, he chose to take the first step.

Osamu Dazai, who just sent a threatening letter to Mori Ogai, happily abducted Renhu's guardian back to Butei, happily forgot about the upcoming cadre meeting, and forgot to tell Zhong. , just left Kunikida in the office building and went back.

"You brought Atsushi back last night?" Sitting in the coffee shop under the Armed Detective Agency, Haruki Iyama asked while stirring the coffee in his hand.

"That's right," Dazai Zhizhi patted himself on the shoulder as a matter of course, and said boldly, "It's very tiring to subdue a human tiger, and I also brought him all the way from the bar street to the Armed Detective Agency, and all this is because of you Drunk with slugs and smashed up a bar chain of events."

"I don't believe you brought it back yourself." Haruki Jushan twitched the corners of his mouth, added enough condensed milk and sugar cubes to Atsushi Nakajima's coffee, stirred it well, and handed it to him carefully.

"It shouldn't hurt that way," he said.

Osamu Dazai put his thrift to the max. He invited him to drink coffee and then ordered three cups of the cheapest American style. The name is that this coffee shop carries his fragile love, and love is bitter.

"Where is the love?" Before the coffee was served, Haruki Juyama asked in confusion after looking around.

"Here!" Osamu Dazai took the tray from the waitress and said sincerely, "Are you willing to die in love with me today?"

"I don't want to." The waitress smiled and refused.

So Osamu Dazai, who was rejected tragically, took a big sip of coffee and sighed: "The taste of love is indeed bitter."

Very good, it's still the old Osamu Dazai.

So Haruki Jushan would never believe that he personally carried Atsushi Nakajima back. If he was alone last night, Haruki Jushan would have every reason to believe that Atsushi Nakajima would not be here now.

"So you're actually working here now?" Haruki Juyama watched Atsushi Nakajima take a sip of coffee without showing a bitter expression before looking away in relief.

"What is it called?" Dazai Osamu blinked guiltyly, "You said Kunikida Doppo, yes he is my partner."

"...I sympathize with him from the bottom of my heart." Haruki Jushan said sincerely.

You can see the consequences of being Dazai Osamu's partner when you look at Nakahara Chu, not to mention that Nakahara Chu can piss him off, even if Nakahara Chu will also piss off Dazai, he will believe it.

I also want to know what kind of life Kunikida is living. There are no subordinates at the port Mafia who are very useful in some small things.

"It's okay," Osamu Dazai said hesitantly, "I just asked him to carry the white tiger back yesterday."

"So you really didn't bring it back, what were you showing off before?"

"Wow, how can you say that, yesterday I had no credit but also hard work," Osamu Dazai began to yell in the coffee shop, "It's very tiring to subdue the white tiger, can you respect my labor."

"Your labor is probably to touch him to restore his human form. I don't know how to respect it."

"That..." Nakajima Atsushi said weakly beside him, "Can I ask a question?"

"Say." Both pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time.

"Human tiger... who is it?"

"It's you." Osamu Dazai smiled.

Dun: "Huh?"

"You still have time to talk about me," Dazai Osamu found a reason to retort at Haruki Jushan, "You just pick it up and don't care about the follow-up teaching?"

He has been a colleague for several years, and he knows exactly what kind of character Jushan Haruki has.

The original intention of adopting Atsushi Nakajima had nothing to do with Kunikida and the others guessing that the rich second-generation young master lacked love. It was simply because he saw that felines couldn't move.

It makes sense that big cats are cats too.

Osamu Dazai quickly connected with Haruki Iyama's thinking.

Whoever adopts a human tiger has ulterior motives, but Haruki Jushan doesn't.

He just wanted to fuck the cat.

"How can you say that," Haruki Juyama, whose mental activities were exposed, retorted righteously, "No matter how hard it is, the children cannot be miserable, and no matter how poor they are, education cannot be poor."

"So whoever surrenders, who handles it."

Haruki Jushan drank the bitter liquid in the cup in one gulp, and stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai: "Basic literacy, please."

Dostoevsky disembarked from the plane.

Having just traveled from a high-latitude region like Russia to a coastal city like Yokohama, the abundance of water molecules in the air and the moist mist sticking to his skin made him bow his head and cough a few times in a state of discomfort.

He turned over the passport in his hand without changing his face. The Russian in the passport had a face that couldn't be said to be exactly the same as his, but it could only be said to have nothing to do with it.

But their names are the same.

Thanks to the excellent name matching mechanism of the Siberian Plateau, he easily replaced the "Fyodor" who had planned to come to Yokohama to negotiate business with the port Mafia, and boarded the plane that was supposed to be boarded by him.

There is no difference between them in terms of the ultimate goal, they are all here to find the port Mafia.

But "Fyodor" came for cooperation, he came for trouble.

It's just a few words away.

He shook the passport with a new photo at some point in his hand, nodded lightly at the customs officer, put away the stamped passport and walked out of the customs.

Due to his Russian ancestry, his skin color is much fairer than the average skin color of Asians. Coupled with his slightly thinner figure and paler skin after anemia, many people along the way secretly observed this and The Russians they got off the plane together.

Fortunately, this was a flight from Russia to Yokohama, and he wasn't the only Russian on board, so he didn't stand out from the crowd.

But that's not the case with the white-haired young master among the people who picked up the plane at the door.

Among a group of people who are generally not tall, his height of 1.8 meters can be called a tall building, not to mention the white hair that is very conspicuous among East Asians.

A white windbreaker with a head of white hair is a Russian taboo to wear if you faint in the snow in Siberia, and the search and rescue forces will find no one there.

Fortunately, he is in Yokohama, a coastal city.

The second reason for "Fyodor" to come to Yokohama is to bring this young master living in Japan back to Russia.

According to common sense, this young master should not know him, after all, his Russian grandmother only talked with him on the phone, and he didn't know what the coming "Fyodor" looked like.

But Dostoevsky had a temporary change of mind on his way out.

"I'm Fyodor," he introduced himself calmly standing in front of him,

The young master's Russian grandma has a family background that is completely different from her appearance.

She's in the mafia.

Russian mafia.

This name sounds a bit more sturdy from the land and blood than other places.

"I'm here mainly to trouble the port of Mafia," Dostoyevsky said.

He simply and neatly distorted the purpose of "Fyodor".

"Wow," Haruki Yayama made an interested voice.

"I'm good at this." He recommended himself sincerely.

During his years-long career in Port Mafia, the only thing he was good at was finding trouble for Chief Mori.

Professional counterparts belong to yes.

"So how do you find it?" He asked eagerly.

"Hmm..." the driver sneered at the two brazen people, "Why don't you buy a tank first?"

The residents of Yokohama are really full of martial virtues.

"I think it will work." Jushan Haruki quickly approved the plan.

"But no money," he added quickly.

He hasn't forgotten that this is a long-term meal ticket sent by his grandmother.

"You can borrow it." The driver turned a corner and said earnestly.

"But you two foreigners don't have collateral," he began to seriously discuss this issue with Haruki Yayama, "and it's very difficult to repay the loan."

"Then I won't pay it back." Haruki Iyama, who was recognized as a foreigner due to his half-Russian blood in his body, was confident.

"If you don't pay it back, the bank will come and arrest you." The driver twitched the corner of his mouth. Why, aren't these two people joking?

...Are they really going to trouble Port Mafia?

"What are you afraid of?" Haruki Yuyama said, "We have tanks."