For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

This new friend was Dazai and Oda who met during the Dragon Head War. Originally, he was just a newcomer in an accounting firm named Sakaguchi Ango.

When Dazai and I came to Lupin, the other party and Oda were sitting on the bar chair and chatting.

Sakaguchi Ango looked like an old schoolboy in a suit and disc glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He turned around after hearing the footsteps, his eyes passed over Dazai and then stopped on my face: "Who are you?"

"Hey, I'd like to introduce myself," Dazai clapped his hands, his voice bright, "This is Hyuga Ito, Nagasawa Pharmaceutical Company and my mercenary~"

I glanced at the other party in confusion, how could a good-looking man become his mercenary?

Sakaguchi Ango nodded as a greeting, I returned the salute and sat next to Oda as usual, but who knew that Dazai would take a seat on my left in the next second without any hesitation.

I turned my head and looked straight at him: "Do I smell good here?"

Dazai: "?"

"No, nothing."

I thought that my joining would make the atmosphere somewhat dull, but it wasn't the case.

"Ito, have you done your son's full moon wine?"

I almost slipped off the stool.

"What son? Where did he come from?!" I looked at Oda with frightened eyes, "You can eat rice, but you can't recognize your son!"

This time, it was Sakaguchi Ango who answered the question: "Isn't it? We were just talking about the love-hate relationship between the legendary mercenary and Akutagawa-kun. Now the story is getting more and more outrageous, and there are even You two came to port Mafia from the dead to renew The Frontier's version."

If the rumors continue to spread at this speed, all of Yokohama will think that I am Akutagawa-sama. Thinking of this, I quickly repeat what I explained before, emphasizing that this Akutagawa is not the other Akutagawa... No, even if it is Tokyo Akutagawa I have never had a spark of love with him!

"I see," Oda said calmly after hearing this, "It's a misunderstanding..."

Ango on the other side frowned: "I just said how could such a ridiculous thing happen."

My throat was dry for a long time, so I opened my mouth to ask the old bartender for a glass of ginjo yuzu wine, but I suddenly killed Dazai Osamu halfway through.

"Give it up," he held down my paw trying to take the glass, "the wine says it doesn't want you to drink it."

Hearing this, I craned my neck to look at the wine glass in the bartender's hand, and asked, "Are you willing to accept me?"

Then he turned his head to meet Dazai's gaze: "It said it would."

"Impossible," Dazai kept smiling, "Boss, just give her a glass of tomato juice."

I immediately refused: "Ginjo grapefruit wine is not high enough!"

"no."

"I protest!"

"invalid."

"I won't get drunk again!"

"Do you think I believe it?"

The two of us kept arguing with each other, Ango and Oda were sitting at the bar and their eyes moved left and right with the beat, and when they moved to the back, the former rubbed his sore eyes and complained, "You guys just graduated from kindergarten. child?"

In the end, Dazai abused his private power and used his identity as a cadre to overwhelm me. The grapefruit wine was ruthlessly blocked, and the tomato juice won the victory. When the latter was sent to the bar, I could only bite the table and be incompetent and furious.

"Then—" Dazai raised his glass, the sound of ice cubes crashing in the wine was clear and loud, "I announce that LupinF4 is officially established~"

I was lying on the bar, holding up the tomato juice reluctantly and drying it up.

Who would have thought that this form of gathering would last for two years.

A lot of things can happen in two years. For example, I clarified the rumors and ended the history of Akutagawa's pursuit of me. For example, I gradually integrated into Dazai's life, and the mission progress made a historic leap. For example, Zhong also was sent abroad. If you go on a business trip to grab a site, it will take more than half a year to grab it, and for example...

"I can't even say I can go to school, what are you insisting on?" I took a sip of juice to moisten my throat, "There is more than one way out in this world, I just find another way... What is a crooked way, you talk well."

That's right, not only the Hong Kong gangsters, but also the Ice Emperor, I am familiar with them. The ladies who were polite to the tennis boys in the early days can now show their true colors unscrupulously and gossip with them.

I went to the Ice Emperor again before, but only to get some buffer time during the mission and to take care of Itakura Ou. After the third year of junior high school, it was followed by my high school career. It is impossible to go to school. After all, I can’t be assassinating either. If you throw your head and shed blood while taking into account the college entrance examination, there will be ayahuasca.

However, for such a legitimate and unpretentious reason, I can't announce to my friends and relatives that I'm going to drop out of school to find another career elsewhere.

Hearing this news, Jiro thought that my family was in trouble, and immediately expressed that he would lend a helping hand to me. No, it has been three days. Together with the Tennis Club and the Tea Ceremony, they have formed the Uncle Uncle Lobby to bombard me in turn, as if I Half of my foot is in prison, and I have to form a group to catch me.

"Akibu? Why did you come to persuade me," I received the fourth call today, "Where am I? If I tell you, it's okay... Even if you tie me back in a helicopter, you can only tie me to my people. Can't tie my heart."

"I'm really fine, I'm still so white and beautiful, with healthy limbs."

"I know about the girl's drug abuse case on the news the day before yesterday... How could it be me if you're digging a slot? You're sober!"

After all, I finally stabilized Ajibu, I hung up the phone, covered my forehead and didn't want to open my eyes to see the world.

Dazai, who was next to him, didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "Classmates in Tokyo?"

"Well," I still feel the pain in my temples, "although they are for my own good, but I really can't go back to school..."

"Indeed, the college entrance examination is very hard," Oda said while staring at the distilled spirit. "I heard that some people jumped off the building because of the pressure of the college entrance examination not long ago."

Hearing this, Dazai grimaced: "Hey, this way of dying sounds painful."

"Yeah, before I went to school, I lived carefree every day, and after school, my brain hurts every day... No!" After realizing it, I suddenly woke up, "How could I be bored of studying simply because the exam was too difficult. Ah, what I'm worried about is that I'll be found out and drink tea in the bureau before I even enter the examination room?!"

In some old little bars, Dazai and Oda were sitting on the bar chairs to pass the time.

The overhead lights are warm, but don't bring enough light to the space.

Everything is still the same as two years ago.

"Speaking of which," Oda switched to another topic, "How is your decoy operation?"

The so-called bait operation was a plan that Dazai came up with. Some time ago, I did not know where the information came from, saying that someone would smuggle the smuggled goods of Nagasawa Pharmaceutical Company, so Dazai threw out the bait and waited for the group to die. The guy obediently took the bait.

Dazai is now lying on the bar with a sad face, not because the plan failed, but because it was too successful, and he regrets that he didn't die again.

"Ah..." Dazai sighed, "Isn't there a simple and reassuring way to commit suicide?"

I silently stretched out my palm.

"No, you don't have to shoot it to death, that death must be miserable."

"I think it's a good idea." Footsteps sounded on the stairs, accompanied by Ango's voice, "Ito, please slap him **** the back of his head."

Ango's change is also quite big, but this refers to his position. In just two years, he has been promoted from a rookie to Mafia's exclusive intelligence officer.

I teased the three-flowered cat at my feet, then looked at An Wu, who sat down beside me and said, "Today is really a terrible day. It took me a lot of work to acquire smuggled goods."

Although I was nominally a member of the Hong Kong criminals, in the final analysis, I was separated from the official staff, and Ango's position was special, so it was not easy for me to continue to listen to his work complaints.

"It's getting late, I'll take a step first, you guys continue." I stood up, but Dazai grabbed me before I took two steps.

"That's not necessary."

He knew what I was worrying about, and turned to Ango, and a paragraph of English popped out of his mouth.

An Wu was stunned: "Why do you suddenly speak English?"

"That way, Ichito won't leave the stage early," Dazai said as a matter of course. "We finally got together so hard, and suddenly there is one less. What's the matter."

Ango still didn't know what this was, and the honest man Oda Sakunosuke interjected: "It should be that Ito can't understand English well."

"It turns out that Ito still has such a weakness." The former suddenly realized.

Dazai nodded: "Ichito's strength and English level are completely inversely proportional."

tie, tie the heart three times!

So, I just held the three-flowered cat who came to Lupin for a stroll and stayed in my seat foolishly, and was forced to practice English listening between Dazai and Ango.

Until the end of the conversation between the three big men, I still had a blank face.

Anwu looked at me and paused: "Ito, I seem to see the '???' on your head materialized."

To be honest, my whole body was almost overwhelmed by "???".

"Haha, Ango's work attitude really hasn't changed at all," Dazai finally said something human, then turned his eyes back and smiled, "What do you think, Ito?"

I don't want to ignore you.

Seeing my sullen face, Dazai's smile became even stronger, and he directly stretched out his finger and poked my bulging cheek: "Oh, do you have a little emotion?"

I tightened my brows, and the blue veins on my forehead continued to grow.

"I've always been curious, Ito, why you haven't wiped Dazai's neck until now," Ango said.

… sooner or later, in every sense of the word.

"By the way, Ango," Dazai turned his attention to the briefcase Ango had placed on the bar, "Do you have a camera in your bag?"

Ango put down the tomato juice in his hand and replied, "Yes."

"Then let's take a photo as a souvenir of the four of us here."

Oda was a little puzzled by this: "Aren't the four of us here often?"

Dazai smiled without saying a word, but Ango understood what he meant, raised his lips slightly, and took out his work camera from his briefcase.

Before I could react, Dazai was pulled in front of the camera, he put on a handsome pose, and the stupidity on my face hadn't cleared up, but Ango was a quick hand, just pressed the shutter, freeze-frame capture.

I:"…"

Me: "Deleted, deleted, I want to take a picture of myself!"

As if to respond to this request, Dazai took the camera in Ango's hand and wanted to take a picture of me, so I quickly covered my face and ran behind Oda, protesting loudly: "The last time you secretly photographed me sleeping in the car and streaming harazi. The photos haven't been deleted yet, and I will never let you have any more ugly photos of me!"

"Now that I think about it," Oda recalled a little, "You should have slept with the document on your pillow, and there were writings on your face at that time."

Ango joined the ranks of mending knives: "Ah, I seem to have seen that photo too."

I was stunned for a moment, then glared at Dazai: "How many people have you seen... Hey, I didn't tell you to shoot!"

The Lupin Bar is still very lively today.

After leaving the bar, it was already dark outside, and not many lights were on in the homes of ordinary residents.

We parted at the entrance of the alley, because Dazai and I went to the left together on the way.

Against the backdrop of the night, the light of the street lamps is unusually quiet.

"I said, Ichito."

I put on a poker face.

"Ito?"

"From now on, I'm angry," I took a step to the right and drew my fingers together in the middle: "Have you heard of the three-eighth line on the desk? That's it, please imagine yourself and don't cross the line."

Facing such a childish behavior, Dazai couldn't help laughing, but he didn't take it seriously and just stopped.

I didn't know what to do with the sudden stop, so I just didn't move and looked at him.

I saw Dazai looking directly into my eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, his tone was much calmer than before: "How many secrets do you have that I don't know?"

My mood changed drastically at this moment, but years of mental training successfully calmed me down: "What do you mean?"

The young man stood under the street lamp, and the surroundings were silent, which made his voice sound particularly clear: "I said it when Lupin took pictures, if I don't take pictures now, I always feel that there is nothing left to prove. We used to get together."

I was silent, like the dead silence of the night.

"Ito," although he was smiling, he didn't know why he looked a little sad, "Will you stand on the opposite side of me?"