Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

(18)

In an instant, the flames illuminated the dark and narrow corridor.

The huge fluctuations in the palm of the hand rolled up a gust of warm wind, which gently lifted the brown hair on Sawada Tsunayoshi's forehead, revealing a snow-white and full forehead.

And the eyes that should have been warm brown turned into a golden red that was more brilliant than flames.There seemed to be an eternal silence in those pupils.

Still not knowing what to say, Atsushi Nakajima stood aside without saying a word, the firelight coated his face with a layer of golden red, and even his pupils were stained with that too bright color.

He stared dumbfounded at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who seemed to be releasing the flames without burden, and at that moment, he suddenly felt——

If there were gods in this world, it would probably look like this.

Under the right flame controlled by Sawada Tsunayoshi, the ice cube melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He didn't stop until the ice cube melted a little, exposing the shoulder of "Keiko Inamori".

It is also miraculous to say that even though "Keiko Inamori" was frozen in ice and then thawed, her appearance did not change at all.

I don't know how she dressed up as "Keiko Inamori".

And when she was finally able to come out of the ice, her first reaction was to shout at the top of her throat: "Supernatural power——"

Then, her mouth was suddenly sealed with a piece of tape.

"Keiko Inamori":?

Osamu Dazai was holding a long roll of adhesive tape that he did not know where to get, and looked at the fake Inamori with a smile.

"Mr. Sawada," he called.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Some people with supernatural powers usually have to shout out the name of the superpower before it can work. Obviously, this lady also needs to shout out the name of the superpower to use it."

He looked at the fake Keiko Inamori who was glaring at him with a hippie smile on his face, and said in a brisk tone: "So, in order to prevent her from marking others indiscriminately in the future, in fact, just let her It’s fine if you can’t call out the name of the supernatural ability~”

"For example, pulling out her tongue, burning her throat, or..." He snorted with a slightly hoarse voice, and let it go.

At that moment, his eyes were as dark as if they had been splashed with a puddle of ink.

"Just kill her."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was almost suffocated by this horrifying speech.

——So why are we standing here looking more like villains in the current situation?

He rolled his eyes, "Anyway."

Osamu Dazai interrupted his rant with a smile, and said word by word: "Let's play and laugh~"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's veins bulged, he clenched his teeth and joints, and let out a long breath.

He repeatedly told himself to "calm down, calm down", and then retracted his hardened fist.

After admiring Tsunayoshi Sawada, whose face turned blue and purple for a while, Osamu Dazai changed the subject in satisfaction: "Speaking of which—" He squatted on the ground lightly, maintaining a level comparable to "Keiko Inamori". Eye height.

Dazai rested his fist-like hand on his chin, tilted his head inquisitively, and stared at the woman dressed as a housewife: "Did she pretend to be that child's relative or something to take her away from the kindergarten?" ah."

"Indeed." Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded solemnly, "She pretended to be Lian Ye's stepmother. In my opinion, her disguised appearance is almost the same as her own, and even her voice is the same."

"Is that so?" After listening to Sawada Tsunayoshi's narration, Osamu Dazai was not very surprised, and his tone was even calm as expected.

He stretched out a finger and lightly touched the shoulder of "Keiko Inamori".

And in that short time, in the blink of an eye, "Keiko Inamori" turned into a woman with dark skin and dark brown curly hair.

Her eyes are sunken deep into the sockets, her cheekbones are high and prominent, and her face has many sharp edges and corners, which is quite a typical black appearance.

She quickly realized that her disguise was gone, and was staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Eh."

Osamu Dazai, who was still in a half-squatting posture, immediately raised the corners of his lips maliciously: "This is really a big surprise."

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was standing next to him, immediately understood.

Osamu Dazai just touched Li Ye lightly, and the mark on Li Ye disappeared.And this time he also got in touch with this woman, and the disguise of "Keiko Inamori" on her disappeared.

Therefore, Dazai Osamu may have some kind of ability to make the supernatural power disappear by touching.

"Let me guess where you came from." Osamu Dazai looked at the black woman who had lost her disguise.

"Africa? Or maybe Europe? After all, there are quite a few people who came to Yokohama from Europe recently." Osamu Dazai stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked around the woman slowly.

But soon.

The teasing smile on his face quickly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if he wanted to fake a half smile, he couldn't.

He opened his lips slightly and remained silent for a few seconds, his pupils even trembling unconsciously.

The dark curly-haired man's eyes were dark and empty, as if emitting a dark green light.His complexion was as pale as paper, like a ghost that had been dead for many years and reappeared.

"Hey, Mr. Sawada." This time, Osamu Dazai's voice was low and hoarse.

It sounds like a very low-pitched abrupt scale pouring into a brisk music.

Sawada Tsunayoshi naturally also noticed the atmosphere that suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Can I trouble you to use flames to melt the ice down a little further? It's good to reach the waist of this woman."

Although he didn't know why, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't ask why.He nodded slightly, raised his hand and let out the flames of death energy to do so.

The ice cube quickly melted to the waist of the black woman with wide-eyed eyes under his finely controlled flames.

Then, Sawada Tsunayoshi also noticed, Dazai Osamu probably wanted to check——

A pistol/gun in the waist of this black woman.

Osamu Dazai drew the pistol/gun from the black woman's waist without hesitation.Holding it, he raised his arm, squinted his eyes and looked at the light carefully.

Can't go wrong.

A dark, old-fashioned European-style pistol/gun.

The rate of fire is very slow, the ammunition capacity is small, the precision is extremely poor, and the recoil is very large.

It is a gun that has no practical significance and can only be placed on the body as a status symbol.

Even if Osamu Dazai died, he would never forget what this gun represented.

[Grey Ghost] - the name of this pistol.

The logo of the European supernatural criminal organization [Mimic].

Keiko Inamori carried two big bags of seafood to the front and back of the door with "Sakurada" on the door plate, bent down panting and put them temporarily on the ground.

She turned her head and flipped through the handbag on her shoulder. After successfully flipping over the key, she inserted the key into the door lock and turned it lightly.

Accompanied by the crisp metal collision sound of "click", the door slowly opened.

Keiko Inamori lifted two heavy bags full of various seafood. She looked at the dark entrance and saw neither the coat hanging on the wall nor the shoes being taken off.

Looks like no one has come back yet.

"Really." She frowned and walked in, taking off her shoes with some difficulty.

"Why is there no one at home at this time?" She muttered in a low voice, with some complaints and grievances in her tone.Carrying two bags of seafood, she stumbled to the living room.

The lights in the living room are also off.

The sky outside the window was too dark, and there was almost no light in the whole room. Keiko Inamori couldn't see the things around her clearly, so she had to turn on the switch of the wall lamp in the living room.

In order to prevent the floor from being contaminated with fishy smell by the water seeping from the bag, Keiko Inamori had to hold the bag all the time, stand on tiptoe, and use her shoulder to press the switch on the wall.

The moment she turned on the light, the huge living room instantly became extremely bright.

And in front of her stood a tall figure in a pitch-black cloak.

The wide brim of the hat covered his face, only his chin with a little blue stubble was barely exposed.

And he was holding a long, thin and sharp dagger in his hand, and a cold and frightening light was shining on the thin silver blade.

The two bags of seafood that Keiko Inamori refused to put down finally fell to the ground.

The water in the bag seeped out of the mouth and fell to the floor.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was puzzled by Dazai Osamu's sudden change of attitude.

"Do you know the name of that gun?" He took a step back and whispered to Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head honestly, facing the current situation, he was also quite distressed.

"I don't know," he said.

To be honest, Atsushi Nakajima has always been clear since becoming a member of the Armed Detective Agency—Osamu Dazai is a man full of puzzles.

No idea of ​​his past, no idea of ​​what he's going to do, no idea what his over-smart brain is always thinking about.

There is always a smile of unknown meaning on his face, and occasionally, like a child, he will laugh excitedly after the trick is successful, but...

Even though he was smiling happily, Atsushi Nakajima never felt that Mr. Dazai was happy.

However, it is the first time that Atsushi Nakajima has seen such an unbelievable scene——

Mr. Dazai always relaxes and straightens his slightly curved back. He stares at the pistol/gun, as if he is recalling a very profound and important scene as if recorded by a camera.

His face was obviously expressionless, but Atsushi Nakajima just had an inexplicable feeling.

Mr. Dazai seemed to be about to cry.

But there was clearly no trace of sadness in his pair of yellow iris-like eyes, let alone a speck of tears.

The saddest thing is that this man doesn't know what tears are.

Dazai Osamu is the kind of alien who has not cried since birth.

Walking alone in the world, only a shadow, out of tune with others.

But I still have to force myself to imitate others, so that I don't look so different from ordinary people.

really.

Nauseous want to vomit ah.

Osamu Dazai finally lowered his arm that had been frozen in the air for a long time.

He slowly approached the black woman still imprisoned by ice, tore off the huge tape on her mouth, and then raised the hand holding the old pistol/gun.

"The name of this gun is 'Grey Specter', right?" His voice was light and without emotion.

Ever since Osamu Dazai spit out the words "grey ghost", the black woman hasn't said a word.

"Speak." He opened the safety catch of the pistol/gun, and pressed the black muzzle of the gun against her temple.

At such a distance, no matter how poor the performance of this pistol is, as long as he lets the bullet out of the chamber, the bullet will pass through her brain, and the blood mixed with the brain will splash around, and the temple will still carry the burned Black hole.

The black woman tightly closed her broad lips, refusing to say any more words.

Dazai Osamu's eyes were widened by him, revealing a large area of ​​bloodshot eyes, "You are from Mimic, right?"

Although it is not clear how things have developed to this point, Tsunayoshi cannot let Osamu Dazai go on like this.

That gun was too dangerous. The older the model, the more unreliable the safety parts.

If the pistol/gun goes off here, no matter what the identity of this woman is, the situation will develop into an extremely bad situation.

"Dazai, put down the gun." Sawada Tsunayoshi said.

But Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear to this.

He stared at her tightly as if he wanted to tear this woman apart.

"If you don't want to answer my question," Osamu Dazai paused, and continued, "I have countless ways to get you to speak." He whispered softly, like an evil ghost meditating.

But just after this sentence fell, the black woman suddenly showed a painful and distorted expression on her face.

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened immediately, and he squeezed the woman's cheek hard, trying to make her open her mouth.

But his step was too late.

The woman groaned while trembling all over, a wisp of scarlet liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth.

In the end, her neck was tilted, her eyes widened, and she collapsed to the side powerlessly.