But What did the Novelist do Wrong?

62

Chapter 62

    The double mahogany doors of the chief's room were pushed open from the outside.

    Osamu Dazai looked up at the person who came, and he did not forget to stroke the fluffy white cat in his arms.

    His eyes were covered with opaque cloth strips, he was holding a cane, and his hair was smooth and neatly treated with hairspray, exposing his full forehead. The person who came was the former port mafia undercover agent, Ango Sakaguchi.

    Through the sacrifice of a large number of volunteers, the Ability Secret Service Division successfully found a preventive method for the strange disease.

    — Blindfolded.

    "Yeah, Ango."

    The visitor didn't close the door, a ray of light slipped through the crack of the door into the chief's room, which was not often seen, and just fell on the right position, bathing Osamu Dazai under it.

    His iris-colored eyes were shining brightly and brightly, and his smile was serious.

    "Long time no see."

    Friends.

    Sakaguchi Ango pursed his lips.

    The unaccustomed darkness made him uneasy. Especially after he learned on the phone that Osamu Dazai was willing to help if he went to the port mafia office himself, that anxiety has been tormenting him.

    What does the other party want to do?

    Osamu Dazai saw what Ango Sakaguchi was thinking at a glance, and his voice was mixed with a deep smile.

    "Don't be nervous, I'm just—— I haven't seen anyone for too long, and I'm just too lonely."

    His reassurance made Ango Sakaguchi more reserved.

    Is there no one left alive in the Port Mafia?

    Not necessarily...

    Osamu Dazai told him frankly: "No more."

    There was a sincere smile in the corner of his eyes, as if chatting with friends in a bar, he chatted: "I went downstairs yesterday to find something to eat. I saw a drunk short orange foot in the collection room, he was licking the smashed red wine on the ground."

    As expected of a dwarf, he was still thinking about that little alcohol when he turned into a cat.

    Therefore, a strong and strong dwarf cat should be the audience outside the rules of cats whose liver cannot digest alcohol and eat grapes?

    Sakaguchi Ango was taken aback.

    Has everything in your mind been predicted?

    "An Wu's mind has always been easy to guess."

    It's not that he is easy to guess, but for this guy... anyone's mind is easy to guess.