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When Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes, it was already dark.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly. When sweeping to the wall, one even had to squint for a long time to see the time on the clock.
It's four o'clock in the afternoon.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat up, closed his eyes and rubbed his sore forehead.
When he opened his eyes again, he caught a glimpse of the water and a few pills on the small bedside cabinet.The different medicines were separated into piles, and a blank sheet of paper was laid underneath.
On the white paper was written a small line of pleasing words: "Remember to take medicine first after waking up^v^"
The words are beautiful, but the little expression drawn behind is crooked and looks a bit ugly.
Tsunayoshi couldn't help smiling at the note, then picked up the water glass, obediently swallowed the medicine left by Osamu Dazai.
He sniffled a few times and got out of bed, then slowly opened the bedroom door with his slippers on.
The breathing is still not very smooth, and the throat is still a little tingling after being soaked in water, but it is obviously much better than it was early this morning.
The lights in the living room were not turned on, so it seemed that Dazai was not at home.Calculating the time, it is estimated that he should be in the detective agency now, after all, it is not time to get off work.
Gang Ji first made a habitual turn and went to the bathroom. After washing, he wandered back to the living room and turned on the wall lamp.After looking around, he collapsed directly on the sofa.
Ah, don't want to move.
Don't want to do anything.
After emptying his mind for a moment, he glanced at the neatly folded quilt beside him.He sniffed a few more times, then stretched out his hand and dragged the quilt over his body.
Dazai's usual quilt.
He pulled a short piece of quilt over his back and sniffed it to the tip of his nose.
Well, my nose is so blocked I can't smell anything.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pursed his lips, and withdrew his hand regretfully.
He also shrank his legs on the sofa, hugged his knees, and slowly rested his head on them.
If you leave work on time at five o'clock.
Dazai should be back at 05:30, right?
Today, I suddenly hope that Dazai can come back early.
If only I could see him right away.
Sure enough, will people become like this when they are sick?
Gangji tilted his head, thinking in a daze.
At this time, the stomach let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and the position of the abdomen immediately deflated.Only then did Sawada Tsunayoshi realize that he hadn't eaten for a whole day.
By the way, I didn't make breakfast today, so Dazai probably didn't have breakfast either, right?
It must be.That guy never cared about his body.
When that guy comes back, he must be taught a lesson!
Thinking of this, Gang Ji left the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, deciding to solve his hunger problem first.
There was just one box of instant noodles left in the cupboard.
Gangji was too lazy to think about what to cook for himself, so he decided to boil some boiling water and simply pad his stomach.After a while, Dazai will come back and have dinner with him.
Tear open the package, sprinkle the seasoning packet inside, pour hot water, and wait for another 5 minutes.
After waiting for a while, Tsuna took away the small plate that was pressed on the instant noodle box, and the steaming heat hit his face.It didn't take long for him to eat a whole box of noodles, probably due to a cold, and the food in his mouth tasted tasteless.
04: 30.
He looked up and glanced at the time again.
Wait for a while, Dazai will come back.
With such thoughts in mind to suppress his increasingly impetuous heart, Tsuna lowered his eyes and began to pack up the things he had eaten.
Pour out the excess noodle soup in the cylindrical box of instant noodles, rinse the small box with water, wipe it again with a paper towel, and finally pour it into the trash can.
However, when the thing fell into the trash can, Tsuna suddenly saw something passing by.
Black, not eye-catching.
It seems to be a word, it's on the bottom of the instant noodle box.
Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down, picked up the box again, and turned it upside down.
There are two words written on it——
"port".
"Mr. Kunikida." Tsunakichi made a call to Kunikida Doppo when he got dressed and was standing at the entrance to change his shoes.
"What's the matter, Mr. Sawada?" There was the sound of the mouse being pressed on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that Mr. Kunikida was still working.
"Did Dazai go to work today?" Tsunakichi went straight to the question.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and finally said silently: "Didn't Dazai ask the two of you for leave this morning?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt short of breath for a few seconds.
He unconsciously exerted force with his fingers holding the phone, biting his lower lip tightly.
"I see," he said.
"Wait, you can't find Dazai yet?" Kunikida immediately realized something was wrong.
"Well, it's okay." Gangji said, "I probably went to the supermarket, and I'll be back in a while."
"I'm bothering you at work, Mr. Kunikida, I'll hang up first."
"and many more.!"
"Beep-"
Tsuna hung up the phone and put the phone back in his jacket pocket.
It's really you, Osamu Dazai.
He forcibly held back the anger that was about to burst out.
Osamu Dazai deliberately wrote information on the bottom of the instant noodles that hinted at his location, in order to let him have something to eat before going to see him.Regardless of how the man predicted his behavior, the delay alone was enough to make him angry countless times.
Why is it like this every time!
Gang Ji walked out of the door of the apartment, and slammed the door hard as if venting his anger.
No matter what happened, the priority was never me.What do you take yourself for! ?What do you think of me again! ?
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a deep breath, quickly walked down the stairs and left the apartment.
He stopped a taxi directly on the street outside the apartment, quickly opened the rear door and sat behind.
He unconsciously put one hand on the back of the front seat, and quickly reported the address of the port mafia.
"Sir, please hurry up, I have something urgent to do." He frowned tightly, speaking anxiously.
The driver in charge of the car responded and stepped on the accelerator.
The bright yellow taxi drove all the way to the five skyscrapers standing tall in Yokohama.
Five forty in the afternoon.
The sky has completely dimmed, and the lights of the entire city have been lit up. Even though the sky above is blocked by high-rise buildings in a dense darkness, the lights are still brightly lit.
The street lights along the coastline of the port are lit up together, and the nearby Ferris wheel is also flashing colorful neon lights.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened the car door and was about to get out of the car in a hurry, but remembered that he hadn't paid yet.
So he casually threw a handful of banknotes of unknown amount, left a sentence of "don't look for it", and trotted away.
For a moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't want to recall how tall the Port Mafia's building was.
He stood in a not-too-distant but exceptionally hidden place, looked up and made a rough estimate, then glanced at the door of the building that was still held by a guard not far away.
The memory of the last world made him know how to walk into the leader's office, but he wanted to walk in according to the conventional route, which was only the treatment he received when he was the "leader's secretary".
Now it must take a lot of energy to walk all the way to the highest floor of the tallest building.Not to mention that there are people stationed in the port mafia, even if they are killed in one go, it will take a lot of time.
And what I lack most now is time.
Dazai bought him medicine almost in the morning, and he never appeared again.He'd probably been taken by the Port Mafia for nearly ten hours by now.
Suddenly flashed through his mind the torture tools he had seen in the torture room hanging on the wall with a cold metallic luster.
The sharp barbs on the whip, the weird and sharp knives, the sawtooth that seems to be able to cut down trees easily... There are also various tools that will make the scene bloody once used.
He couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be if those things were used on Dazai.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a deep breath.
Due to some psychological barriers, he really didn't want to rely on the flame of death to fly up and take a shortcut.
However, there seems to be no more labor-saving method.
So, he lit the golden-red flame with his trembling palms.
The height of more than [-] meters is really high.
Whether it is rising or falling, it is actually a very long process for those who have really experienced it.
He leaped in the ear-piercing cold wind, the flames condensed in his palm, and spread out in an irregular radial pattern to the surroundings.From time to time, he stepped up to the outer layer of the building at a nearly vertical angle to borrow strength, and flew to his target point effortlessly.
The Port Mafia actually does a pretty good job defensively.Especially with all kinds of supernatural beings sitting in the town, it is really not a simple matter to start from downstairs and attack all the way up.
In contrast to the top layer.
Because the surrounding field of vision is wide and there are no possible sniper points, the upper floors have no other precautions other than specially reinforced protective glass.
It is basically impossible for others to break into this place, and there are very few people who know where the chief's office is. Even if they want to break into this building, no one will choose such an alternative way .
Except Tsunayoshi Sawada.
He floated in the air with a shining flame, just like Prometheus who came to the world with the first ray of fire.The equally beautiful golden red pupils glanced lightly without emotion, and quickly locked on to the French bay window where the leader was.
It's just protective glass.
He gave a light snort of disdain.
Both the clothes and the brown hair were blown to one side in the howling wind, the messy hair on his forehead could not cover those dazzling eyes, and more and more flames gathered in his palms.
The scorching, ray-like fire flew towards the huge glass rapidly.
"Boom—"
First there was a deafening explosion.
What followed was the noisy sound of glass shattering, crackling and falling to the ground.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stepped into this office.
He turned his head and saw the documents falling to the ground, Mori Ogai who was sitting behind the desk with a surprised face, and saw the guard who rushed in immediately holding his hand/gun and shouting.
With a cold gaze, he glanced at a group of leaders in black with red scarves, as if he didn't take him seriously, and ran towards the guards instead.
In an instant, these people all fell down.
Sawada Tsunayoshi extinguished the flame, bent down, and casually picked up a pistol/gun that those people dropped on the ground.
Then, step by step, he walked towards the leader of the port mafia.
Bullets loaded.
He pressed the black muzzle of the gun to the other person's forehead expressionlessly, and looked down at the person.
"Hand over Dazai."
The author has something to say: He is so good
----
People who are sick just can't help but want to act like a baby with someone close to them.If Zai was here, this might have happened.It's all Mr. Mori's fault :(
----
Recently, I tried to read the sixth day, and I want to finish the main text at the end of the month.
When Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes, it was already dark.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly. When sweeping to the wall, one even had to squint for a long time to see the time on the clock.
It's four o'clock in the afternoon.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat up, closed his eyes and rubbed his sore forehead.
When he opened his eyes again, he caught a glimpse of the water and a few pills on the small bedside cabinet.The different medicines were separated into piles, and a blank sheet of paper was laid underneath.
On the white paper was written a small line of pleasing words: "Remember to take medicine first after waking up^v^"
The words are beautiful, but the little expression drawn behind is crooked and looks a bit ugly.
Tsunayoshi couldn't help smiling at the note, then picked up the water glass, obediently swallowed the medicine left by Osamu Dazai.
He sniffled a few times and got out of bed, then slowly opened the bedroom door with his slippers on.
The breathing is still not very smooth, and the throat is still a little tingling after being soaked in water, but it is obviously much better than it was early this morning.
The lights in the living room were not turned on, so it seemed that Dazai was not at home.Calculating the time, it is estimated that he should be in the detective agency now, after all, it is not time to get off work.
Gang Ji first made a habitual turn and went to the bathroom. After washing, he wandered back to the living room and turned on the wall lamp.After looking around, he collapsed directly on the sofa.
Ah, don't want to move.
Don't want to do anything.
After emptying his mind for a moment, he glanced at the neatly folded quilt beside him.He sniffed a few more times, then stretched out his hand and dragged the quilt over his body.
Dazai's usual quilt.
He pulled a short piece of quilt over his back and sniffed it to the tip of his nose.
Well, my nose is so blocked I can't smell anything.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pursed his lips, and withdrew his hand regretfully.
He also shrank his legs on the sofa, hugged his knees, and slowly rested his head on them.
If you leave work on time at five o'clock.
Dazai should be back at 05:30, right?
Today, I suddenly hope that Dazai can come back early.
If only I could see him right away.
Sure enough, will people become like this when they are sick?
Gangji tilted his head, thinking in a daze.
At this time, the stomach let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and the position of the abdomen immediately deflated.Only then did Sawada Tsunayoshi realize that he hadn't eaten for a whole day.
By the way, I didn't make breakfast today, so Dazai probably didn't have breakfast either, right?
It must be.That guy never cared about his body.
When that guy comes back, he must be taught a lesson!
Thinking of this, Gang Ji left the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, deciding to solve his hunger problem first.
There was just one box of instant noodles left in the cupboard.
Gangji was too lazy to think about what to cook for himself, so he decided to boil some boiling water and simply pad his stomach.After a while, Dazai will come back and have dinner with him.
Tear open the package, sprinkle the seasoning packet inside, pour hot water, and wait for another 5 minutes.
After waiting for a while, Tsuna took away the small plate that was pressed on the instant noodle box, and the steaming heat hit his face.It didn't take long for him to eat a whole box of noodles, probably due to a cold, and the food in his mouth tasted tasteless.
04: 30.
He looked up and glanced at the time again.
Wait for a while, Dazai will come back.
With such thoughts in mind to suppress his increasingly impetuous heart, Tsuna lowered his eyes and began to pack up the things he had eaten.
Pour out the excess noodle soup in the cylindrical box of instant noodles, rinse the small box with water, wipe it again with a paper towel, and finally pour it into the trash can.
However, when the thing fell into the trash can, Tsuna suddenly saw something passing by.
Black, not eye-catching.
It seems to be a word, it's on the bottom of the instant noodle box.
Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down, picked up the box again, and turned it upside down.
There are two words written on it——
"port".
"Mr. Kunikida." Tsunakichi made a call to Kunikida Doppo when he got dressed and was standing at the entrance to change his shoes.
"What's the matter, Mr. Sawada?" There was the sound of the mouse being pressed on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that Mr. Kunikida was still working.
"Did Dazai go to work today?" Tsunakichi went straight to the question.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and finally said silently: "Didn't Dazai ask the two of you for leave this morning?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt short of breath for a few seconds.
He unconsciously exerted force with his fingers holding the phone, biting his lower lip tightly.
"I see," he said.
"Wait, you can't find Dazai yet?" Kunikida immediately realized something was wrong.
"Well, it's okay." Gangji said, "I probably went to the supermarket, and I'll be back in a while."
"I'm bothering you at work, Mr. Kunikida, I'll hang up first."
"and many more.!"
"Beep-"
Tsuna hung up the phone and put the phone back in his jacket pocket.
It's really you, Osamu Dazai.
He forcibly held back the anger that was about to burst out.
Osamu Dazai deliberately wrote information on the bottom of the instant noodles that hinted at his location, in order to let him have something to eat before going to see him.Regardless of how the man predicted his behavior, the delay alone was enough to make him angry countless times.
Why is it like this every time!
Gang Ji walked out of the door of the apartment, and slammed the door hard as if venting his anger.
No matter what happened, the priority was never me.What do you take yourself for! ?What do you think of me again! ?
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a deep breath, quickly walked down the stairs and left the apartment.
He stopped a taxi directly on the street outside the apartment, quickly opened the rear door and sat behind.
He unconsciously put one hand on the back of the front seat, and quickly reported the address of the port mafia.
"Sir, please hurry up, I have something urgent to do." He frowned tightly, speaking anxiously.
The driver in charge of the car responded and stepped on the accelerator.
The bright yellow taxi drove all the way to the five skyscrapers standing tall in Yokohama.
Five forty in the afternoon.
The sky has completely dimmed, and the lights of the entire city have been lit up. Even though the sky above is blocked by high-rise buildings in a dense darkness, the lights are still brightly lit.
The street lights along the coastline of the port are lit up together, and the nearby Ferris wheel is also flashing colorful neon lights.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened the car door and was about to get out of the car in a hurry, but remembered that he hadn't paid yet.
So he casually threw a handful of banknotes of unknown amount, left a sentence of "don't look for it", and trotted away.
For a moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't want to recall how tall the Port Mafia's building was.
He stood in a not-too-distant but exceptionally hidden place, looked up and made a rough estimate, then glanced at the door of the building that was still held by a guard not far away.
The memory of the last world made him know how to walk into the leader's office, but he wanted to walk in according to the conventional route, which was only the treatment he received when he was the "leader's secretary".
Now it must take a lot of energy to walk all the way to the highest floor of the tallest building.Not to mention that there are people stationed in the port mafia, even if they are killed in one go, it will take a lot of time.
And what I lack most now is time.
Dazai bought him medicine almost in the morning, and he never appeared again.He'd probably been taken by the Port Mafia for nearly ten hours by now.
Suddenly flashed through his mind the torture tools he had seen in the torture room hanging on the wall with a cold metallic luster.
The sharp barbs on the whip, the weird and sharp knives, the sawtooth that seems to be able to cut down trees easily... There are also various tools that will make the scene bloody once used.
He couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be if those things were used on Dazai.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a deep breath.
Due to some psychological barriers, he really didn't want to rely on the flame of death to fly up and take a shortcut.
However, there seems to be no more labor-saving method.
So, he lit the golden-red flame with his trembling palms.
The height of more than [-] meters is really high.
Whether it is rising or falling, it is actually a very long process for those who have really experienced it.
He leaped in the ear-piercing cold wind, the flames condensed in his palm, and spread out in an irregular radial pattern to the surroundings.From time to time, he stepped up to the outer layer of the building at a nearly vertical angle to borrow strength, and flew to his target point effortlessly.
The Port Mafia actually does a pretty good job defensively.Especially with all kinds of supernatural beings sitting in the town, it is really not a simple matter to start from downstairs and attack all the way up.
In contrast to the top layer.
Because the surrounding field of vision is wide and there are no possible sniper points, the upper floors have no other precautions other than specially reinforced protective glass.
It is basically impossible for others to break into this place, and there are very few people who know where the chief's office is. Even if they want to break into this building, no one will choose such an alternative way .
Except Tsunayoshi Sawada.
He floated in the air with a shining flame, just like Prometheus who came to the world with the first ray of fire.The equally beautiful golden red pupils glanced lightly without emotion, and quickly locked on to the French bay window where the leader was.
It's just protective glass.
He gave a light snort of disdain.
Both the clothes and the brown hair were blown to one side in the howling wind, the messy hair on his forehead could not cover those dazzling eyes, and more and more flames gathered in his palms.
The scorching, ray-like fire flew towards the huge glass rapidly.
"Boom—"
First there was a deafening explosion.
What followed was the noisy sound of glass shattering, crackling and falling to the ground.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stepped into this office.
He turned his head and saw the documents falling to the ground, Mori Ogai who was sitting behind the desk with a surprised face, and saw the guard who rushed in immediately holding his hand/gun and shouting.
With a cold gaze, he glanced at a group of leaders in black with red scarves, as if he didn't take him seriously, and ran towards the guards instead.
In an instant, these people all fell down.
Sawada Tsunayoshi extinguished the flame, bent down, and casually picked up a pistol/gun that those people dropped on the ground.
Then, step by step, he walked towards the leader of the port mafia.
Bullets loaded.
He pressed the black muzzle of the gun to the other person's forehead expressionlessly, and looked down at the person.
"Hand over Dazai."
The author has something to say: He is so good
----
People who are sick just can't help but want to act like a baby with someone close to them.If Zai was here, this might have happened.It's all Mr. Mori's fault :(
----
Recently, I tried to read the sixth day, and I want to finish the main text at the end of the month.
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