I really Didn't Give Up

126-128

Chapter 126

Time goes back to the day Dazai received the cuckold coma—

in the lounge of the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai gradually regained consciousness.

But he didn't open his eyes immediately, but lost himself in thought: something is wrong.

Something was wrong with the photo, and even worse with the cuckold.

Regardless of the former, the latter is definitely not Hitomi's fault.

Someone is messing with him.

Dazai could guess who it was even with his eyes closed. At this moment, the person next to him said: "Dazai, don't pretend to be dead when you wake up."

Edogawa hit him with potato chips in a hurry.

Dazai had long noticed that there was someone around him, and slowly opened his eyelids: "...Is something wrong? Mr. Ranpo."

Ranpo rarely wore glasses: "Just, I took a look with [Super Reasoning] when I had nothing to do. Your little friend may die in Yokohama."

"You'd better stay away from him."

... Dazai's finger that originally planned to "dial" moved to "block".

...

——

"What the fuck???"

Yi Tong couldn't help but exclaimed, "What the hell is this??!"

Suddenly there was a collar around her neck. Yi Tong touched it and it felt cold to the touch.

Intuition is not a good thing.

Yitong reacted quickly: Dazai was in danger, Quan Heye disappeared instantly, and the brown-haired woman took his place.

Doesn't that mean... the brown-haired woman is the "danger" that Dazai encountered? ! !

"Ah!" Yitong swept over with her foot, tripped the brown-haired woman, and pinned him down from behind.

The scene in front of her suddenly changed from a quiet coffee shop to a busy station. The brown-haired woman was startled. She was caught off guard and tripped, almost knocking out her teeth.

"Tongtong?!" Seeing her son being violent to a "weak" strange woman, her mother screamed and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Help, help!" Seeing this, the brown-haired woman held back the pain and deliberately called for help: "Who will help me? Please! Please help me!"

Soon there were brave passers-by who forcibly pulled Yitong away.

The son's arms were all blue, and his mother stopped passers-by: "Stop! Don't be rough!"

"You can't let him go!" Yi Tong was held up by passers-by, staring at the brown-haired woman fiercely, and then rushed forward again: "He , He is..."

The brown-haired woman retreated pretending to be afraid, and under the cover of the crowd, she retreated to the tram.

Before the car door closed, the brown-haired woman smiled viciously and sarcastically, and slammed down the bomb trigger in her hand!