My baby tamer can't be the leader

Chapter 189 Extra Story: Dreaming in Wonderland

To be honest, if conditions permit, I really want to jump off a building to calm down now, but unfortunately I can't.

How should I put it, after finally graduating from the third year of high school, and finally getting admitted to the university of Xinyi, it is obviously such a happy thing, how did it develop into the current situation? ?

What is the reason for an ordinary student in China to realize that he has gone abroad as soon as he opened his eyes-that's all, but the surrounding layout...I am now in the chief's office in the Mafia building at the port Bar? !

I also want to tell myself that it must be a coincidence, but the person sitting behind the desk is exactly the same as Osamu Dazai? !No matter how much I deceive myself, I can't lie to myself that Osamu Dazai's appearance is very popular, right? ! ? !

Okay, let me revisit why this is happening now... Could it be because I met a super-restored Buteizai cosplayer earlier today?Thinking every day and dreaming at night?But I just pinched myself, did I really feel it? ?

To what extent has the other party's cosplay been restored... Generally speaking, no matter how similar the cosplay is, and the makeup is so exquisite that there is no clue, but the demeanor and aura are mostly unable to be completely consistent. After all, aura is such an illusory thing. A truly professional old drama player may not be able to guarantee that he can embody exactly the same as the characters in the play.

But the one I saw really looked exactly the same?

The other party was leaning against a lamppost by the side of the road, looking at the people coming and going on the street with a blank expression, with his hands in the pockets of the sand-colored windbreaker, his posture was chic and casual to the extreme, and his demeanor in every move was perfect Even if it is continuous shooting, you can't see the clues.

Could it be that they were shooting on the street?It's just that no matter how I looked, I didn't see the photographer who was supposed to be at the side. Instead, passers-by kept coming up to take pictures with him, but most of them just shook their heads with lowered eyes and smiled, rejecting their requests.

After all, I have watched anime and have a deep understanding of this character. Although I really want to take a photo with the other party, since the other party does not have this intention, I can’t force it. .

But to my surprise, the moment the other party saw me, those kite eyes that seemed to reflect the burning clouds in the sky slowly bent, and he immediately took a step forward and stopped in front of me.

It's just that the moment he spoke next, I was shocked for a moment, because the other party was speaking in Japanese...and even the voice line was exactly the same?Damn, this is simply a hallowed cosplay, right? ?

The only small problem is... I can't understand Japanese!

But the butcher gave a nonchalant smile, then raised his hand and tapped his own ear, and said softly in Chinese, "Sorry, that sentence just now was for another person."

"Is it radio equipment...?" I asked subconsciously.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be a problem to say so?" He showed a slightly distressed look, shrugged his shoulders again, and found a pair of Polaroids out of nowhere as if by magic, and asked me enthusiastically, "Do you want to take a photo?"

Although I feel a little strange, but I have to say, his cosplay is too restored... If I refuse, I will definitely regret it!

The other party said "Sorry" after I agreed without noticing it, and then put one hand on my shoulder empty-handedly, using a complete borrowing technique.

After the photo was released, he himself didn't mean to wait for the image on the photo to slowly emerge, but instead sandwiched the photo between his slender index finger and middle finger, and asked me with a smile, "This beautiful Miss, can I show you a magic trick?"

"Is it so professional?" I was shocked, "Of course?"

"Of course." He blinked at me, biting his words slowly, "At least in terms of playing 'Dazai Osamu', probably no one can be more professional than me, right?"

As he said that, the other party turned his wrist and lightly touched the outside of my clothes pocket. When he withdrew his hand, the photo had disappeared.

Just when I was quite surprised and tried to find the photo from my pocket, the other party waved his hand quite smartly, said goodbye to me, and disappeared around the corner of the street.

As a result, I rummaged for a long time, and finally found the photo in the small bag I was carrying...Is the hand speed restored?Is cosplay so curvy these days?

Just when I doubted my life, I suddenly touched a sharp and angular object at the bottom of the bag, and when I took it out, I found that it was a iris-colored gemstone shining brightly under the light, wrapped in an extremely delicate package. On a blank page.

... No, it's not completely blank, but there seems to be a sentence written in Japanese?But it is impossible for me to pass the Japanese listening comprehension. Wouldn’t it be a joke to ask me to recognize Japanese fonts... I can only take a picture of it and ask others after I am ready.

Just when I was carefully trying to wrap the piece of paper back on the gemstone, and thinking about where the gemstone came from, would a team of police uncles come to check my water meter later, because no matter what Unable to fold the paper back to its original shape, I exerted a little more force, and the jewel shattered into a glow like stardust.

I:? ? ?

Then, then I don't remember what happened...

It seems that when I just woke up from the shock of the gem being broken into slag, I picked up my phone and started an urgent online search for what the hell is this. Once black, it will appear here in the next second? ?

If I really crossed into Wenye, it’s still in the BEAST line, especially when I’m still in the office of the leader Jae, should I think about how to explain how I appeared in the most concise way? here……

After all, there are so many people who want to kill Osamu Dazai in this world line, so that Port Mafia is extremely sensitive to a little nervousness!Maybe after Osamu Dazai looked up from the file and noticed me, I would be pinned to the ground by the bald men who barged in!

What?Central Plains?Are you kidding me, do I need Chuya Nakahara? ?I'm just a poor, weak and helpless high school girl!At most, it was at the level of a reserve female college student!

That is to say, the leader Zai, who is dressed exactly as described in the original book, seems to be concentrating on the documents in his hands, so he didn't notice me who suddenly appeared on the sofa in the corner of the office, otherwise I would have been mentioned as a child. Slip away like a chicken?

No, isn't there any alarm in the chief's office?

Just when I realized this, Dazai Osamu, who was writing something on the document with a signature pen, suddenly sighed softly, which immediately made my whole body tense up.

He put down his pen, propped his cheek with one hand, and seemed to raise his hand to press a button beside the desk. After a while, the heavy door was pushed open from the outside.

I originally thought that even if Osamu Dazai didn't notice me because he didn't look up in my direction just now, his subordinates must be able to spot me now, right?

... The result was not, and the other party also did not look at me.

Ah, ah, the security of the leader's office is so tight that even mosquitos can't fly in? ?As a result, they are all interstellar players from top to bottom? ?Is it possible that I have to go to Dazai Osamu to say hello before I can be laid down naturally? ?Isn't this a bit too dark and humorous...

Seeing Osamu Dazai explain to his subordinates without looking sideways, and then let the other party retreat, I was sad for a while, and realized a small problem again...that is, I can't understand Japanese!Except for the lines of "how many floors are carried in a bag of rice", I can only understand a few common greetings at most? ?

But the port Mafia also seems to be doing business with Europe, so I should be able to communicate in English—probably.

I waited on pins and needles while thinking wildly over there, and sighed by the way that it is indeed the chief's office. After sitting on this sofa, the feeling is so good that it explodes. It's like the sword of Chris is hanging high above my head. If this continues, even if Dazai ignores me, I won't be able to stand it anymore.

Anyway, sooner or later we have to face that kind of future, why not face the heavy rain calmly...

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, but I didn't realize that when I stood up, Osamu Dazai's fingertips, which I thought was because of vision problems, didn't see me, stiffened for a moment. It quickly returned to normal, and the pause was so short that it was almost imperceptible to ordinary people.

But I quickly realized something was wrong... because just after I took two steps in the direction of Osamu Dazai, the other party still didn't want to pay attention to me.

...Isn't it?Didn't the original book almost blow Dazai Osamu's insight into the sky?How many steps have I already taken?

Just when I was thinking about where I had to go before he could find me, I suddenly realized that even if I had stopped at this moment and would bump into the desk in front of Osamu Dazai, the other party still didn't Even looking up at me, but continuing to write something on a document.

Although I don't know Japanese...but when I look at his handwriting, I always feel that he is in a daze?Because the place where he wrote is obviously the signature column, right?But he wrote several densely packed lines on that column, and judging from the shape of the font, he seemed to be repeating the previous words mechanically?

I cautiously waved my hand in front of him, but the other party still didn't look at me?

Now I finally realized something was wrong...the other party couldn't see me, could it? ?Could it be that I was literally transported by a soul? ?