Chapter 13

No matter how high the IQ of this "pollution source" is, whether it is close to or exceeds the human level, the things that you should be able to control are no longer under your control. No matter who you are, you will pay attention to the situation.

Although no one except Gojo Satoru knew why Miyako Eri made such a firm judgment, since she is an expert in this field, I believe she should be fine for the time being.

"If that guy's target is Dazai...then his next destination should be the Armed Detective Agency?"

After getting confirmation from Miyako Eri, Kunikida Doppo couldn't help but frown.

The office of the Armed Detective Agency is located near the port area. Although it is not a lively place like the city center, it is still a densely populated place. No one knows how strong the pollution power of the "pollution source" is and how much ordinary people can be radiated. people.

"He" doesn't know how many ordinary people he will meet on his way to the Armed Detective Agency. Even if there is only one target at a time according to the rules, he doesn't know how many spokesmen "He" has alienated during this period of time...

"He is going to Mr. Dazai, would you like to move to a quieter place?"

"If you need to do this, I have a good suggestion."

She pointed to the location circled by Gojo Satoru on the map,

"This port warehouse is very quiet and quiet. Clean."

She raised her blood-colored eyes and looked around, "Teacher Gojo and I just went there and cleaned up the cursed spirits nearby."

So Dazai Osamu himself had no right to express his opinion while Kunikida drove the car. It was delivered to the small warehouse provided by Miyako Eri.

The two of them were accompanied by Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru sitting in the back row.

Dazai Osamu was very quiet along the way, almost unlike his usual self.

"We have negotiated with the manager of the warehouse. During this period, he will lend us the idle warehouse. In the past few days, we will take turns to come here to take care of this guy..." Kunikida Doppo got out of the car first, holding his hand He walked back from the management office with a pile of thick paper materials. When he saw Osamu Dazai still sitting in the car without moving, he couldn't help but make a cross on his forehead.

"Why are you still hanging in the car, you bastard? You have an injured hand, not a broken leg!"

"Get out of the car quickly, bastard! Solve this problem as soon as possible and go back to work early-" "

Hey, Gojo-san, Eri-chan, I have a little question."

Dazai Osamu thought Kunikida Doppo was too noisy outside the car, so he even closed the window and turned to look at Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru sitting in the back seat. His colored eyes met those blood-colored pupils through his sunglasses.

"It's not a coincidence that you met me in that place before, right?"

He pursed his chapped lips, and the corners of his lips were obviously hanging.

"It's a clue provided by Mr. Mori, right?"

"Well... I don't know very well what grudges you, the hapless guy, have with that bad uncle, but don't get us involved~"

Gojo Satoru looked at Dazai Osamu's statement. He raised questions in his tone, but did not look like he wanted any answer from the two of them. He couldn't help but shake his head, "Eri-chan and I have no interest in the complicated intrigues and conspiracy theories of human beings."

"It's obviously the teacher who doesn't have the patience to play this game." A complicated game, right?"

After hearing Gojo Satoru's slightly disgusted comment, Miyako Eri couldn't help but complain.

Other than that, she has always accepted that Gojo Satoru is not a human being.

After complaining, the white-haired girl, who was much shorter than the white-haired young man next to her even when she was sitting, raised her red eyes that seemed similar but completely different from those around her, "But what the teacher said is not what I think. There's not much difference."

"It's already troublesome to invite uninvited evil guests from another world home, so please don't worry about other things,"

the girl said, crossing her hands in a gesture of rejection.

"Please solve the troubles in your own world in your own world."

At the headquarters of Port Mafia, the evil-minded uncle who was just mentioned was holding his chin in his hands, looking at the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes lying on the thick carpet and drawing with a smile on his face. painting.

Even though the young girl's painting skills are too unrealistic, the characters in the paintings have distinctive characteristics that make people recognize the characters she painted at a glance.

The tall stickman with white hair and the little stickman beside him were standing in front of a square black house hand in hand in a friendly manner. There was also a black devil whose specific image was unclear.

"BOSS."

The port mafia cadre who had just returned from a business trip to the west was called to the office by the leader before he could even take a break.

Even though he was wearing a black suit that looked exquisite and clean, the orange-haired young man still had a windy look and walked into the chief's office. He respectfully took off the black top hat on his head and said hello to the leader to whom he was loyal.

"Chuuya-kun, I'm so sorry, I rushed to call you up even though I knew you had just come back."

Looking away from the picture of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, the leader of the port mafia looked at his proud subordinate.

"It's true that we have encountered a difficult problem during this period, which involves Dazai-kun, so it is not suitable for Akutagawa to deal with it."

"After all, you know that this young man in our family has always been obsessed with Dazai-kun."

The young man who heard these words lowered his head and twitched his eyebrows.

Akutagawa is obsessed with Dazai. After all, it is just persistence. It does not mean that he will kill Dazai.

But it would be different if it were him...

Even if he and Dazai Osamu were once partners, but now that the two sides are on hostile positions, wouldn't Mori Ogai send him over at this point with the intention of killing him while he is sick?

"Well, it's mainly because I'm afraid that Akutagawa cares too much about Dazai-kun and will accidentally miss the trouble." As if he guessed what the young man with his head lowered was thinking, the middle-aged man's voice behind the desk soon sounded again, with his usual indifferent tone. Er's melodious tone said, "The main purpose is to solve the troubles that may affect the port mafia."

"As for Dazai-kun... I believe Chuuya-kun has his own judgment, right?"

The red-haired young man answered hard and uncomplainingly. After leaving the mission, the young blond girl who had been sitting quietly on the ground looking up and drawing looked up and made a face at the middle-aged man, "Rintaro, a middle-aged uncle with sinister intentions, obviously hopes that others will die soon. " Why do you say it so obscurely?"

"He may not be able to understand the metaphor."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it~ Dazai-kun has always been very lucky." Hearing the blond girl's complaint, the middle-aged man had a good temper. He laughed heartily, "I'm not sure he will be in trouble this time."

And to be honest, he still couldn't give up the one in ten thousand possibility.

If Osamu Dazai can change his mind...

well, forget it, maybe just think about it.

His ability to poach people is incomparable to others.

——Port Area·Abandoned Warehouse—

In addition to Dazai Osamu as a bait to attract "pollution sources", Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru are also preparing for a long-term war nearby.

For example, after confirming the base, Gojo Satoru spent an entire afternoon purchasing the supplies he wanted from major dessert shops in the streets and alleys of the city, and even built a freezer for himself.

"That one is for rent. After all, it only takes a few days. After buying it, there is no place to arrange it... Don't look at the teacher's lavish spending. Now that there is no Gojo family, the teacher will still be frugal~"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and there was even a strange expectation in his tone, as if he expected to hear Miyako Eri's praise.

Miyako Eri's response to this was speechless, except for Dazai Osamu who seemed to have recovered his energy and echoed word by word.

"Oh, that's a great idea. Can I also put the canned crab meat I purchased in it?"

Dazai Osamu, who had lost half of his hand and struggled to open the can, was still full of energy and ordering food. So Kunikida Doppo's roar on the other end of the phone was even heard by Miyako Eri on the other end.

"The sick and wounded are not qualified to order food! Especially the sick and wounded who have no money!"

"You can give me whatever I give you! Otherwise, don't eat! Do you understand?!!!"

"Click" sound Dazai Osamu, who hung up the phone, shrugged and muttered with an innocent expression, "Kunikida-kun, why are you still so fierce? You know that I am a wounded and sick patient, why don't you understand his feelings~", while turning his gaze to the day it's his turn. Atsushi Nakajima on schedule.

The white-haired boy, who already knew what kind of deceitful character Dazai Osamu was, held his wallet in tears and shook his head.

"Let me go, Mr. Dazai!"

"Hey."

Even so, Dazai Osamu didn't mean to extend his claws to Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru in the corner. I don't know if it was because of his conscience or because he knew it clearly. The two people would not give them face at all.

After rejecting Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima held the wallet he had finally saved and called him lucky. He quietly moved to another corner and sat down. He looked at Dazai who was wearing headphones and lying quietly again. Healing, I didn’t know what I should do for a while.

Until there was a hint of coldness on my cheek.

"!? Eri-chan?"

"Condolence gift."

The white-haired girl handed a can of cold drink to herself. She also held a piece of cream cake in her hand, which seemed to be selected from Gojo Satoru's large purchase. refreshments.

"Ah, thank you."

He glanced secretly at the white-haired young man sitting not far away, eating a pink daifuku by himself. Seeing that he had no objection, he took the condolence gift from the white-haired girl with both hands.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"Don't worry about him. It's better for the wounded to eat lightly."

Miyako Eri didn't even look at Dazai Osamu. In the eyes of the opposite sex, this man has a handsome and charming appearance and a mysterious and fragile temperament. Young people didn't have the slightest attraction in her eyes.

"Yeah."

The little white-haired tiger, who seemed to know very well who was speaking here, nodded obediently, and gathered together with Miyako Eri to happily eat afternoon tea.

"Delicious!"

The supplies that Gojo Satoru spent a lot of effort to purchase are not comparable to those of ordinary people. They are a perfect fusion of chocolate and cream. The delicate milky aroma is mixed with a slightly bitter chocolate, which is fluffy and soft. The cake embryo was surrounded by this softness that was just right sweet. The soft and light texture made Atsushi Nakajima feel as if his whole body had no gravity and he was flying lightly.

"Yeah, it feels very light."

Seeing the boy's bright eyes, Miyako Eri couldn't help but chuckle.

Feeding a cute little furry tiger is infinitely happier than feeding the ungrateful and suspicious black mud spirit next door.