Later, after I finished eating, I realized that these three sandwiches were all made for me.
"Look, the kid is hungry~" At this time, they had finished fighting, and Dazai walked towards me with disheveled hair.
"If I were you, I wouldn't let this guy go out intact," Chuuya patted his hat, "Let's go after eating."
"Hashido sack, don't you want any more clothes, Kirihara-kun~" Dazai narrowed his eyes and pulled out a complete set of clothes from behind like magic.
I rubbed my eyes and realized it was the same outfit I wore all the time as a mafioso.
Chuuya rolled his eyes with an expression like "I told you how you lied to me."
However, I couldn't express my pain at this time, so I could only take a deep breath, hold up a finger, and hesitate to speak.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Dazai smiled even more happily.
I took the clothes in a muffled voice and raised my head to find two people staring at me with good eyes.
"I want to change clothes..."
"What are men afraid of?"
"..."
Five minutes later, I still changed my clothes under the undisguised gazes of the two people.
Chuuya may have really not thought about it that much. As for Dazai, I think he did it on purpose.
But I have to say that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. After I put on this innocent, depressed and antisocial boy's suit, I suddenly felt like I could kill five hundred people without staining a drop of blood.
"Okay, let's go." Chuuya put his arm around my shoulders and couldn't wait to leave here.
Dazai was really not causing trouble this time. He looked at us and shouted as soon as the door closed: "Kirihara-kun, please keep in touch~"
Although the world's memories of me have changed, the world itself has not.
Chuuya took me away from the boundary of the port Mafia.
But my instinct told me that he would not harm me, so I followed him silently.
We finally walked into a wealthy area...
In the alley next to it.
I’m not sure why I’ve been so drawn to dark, damp alleys lately.
"You have something to say?" When I entered the alley, I looked at Chuuya's dark back and couldn't hold my breath.
"Where is Kirihara?" He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin, lean muscles.
My thoughts paused: "Here, here it is."
"Stop pretending," Chuuya finally turned around, his eyes burning with anger, "Let's fight quickly, the pigeon's lackey."
"???"
I finally figured out the situation.
Although Chuuya and I are both Mafia cadres on the surface, in fact there is still a big gap in our strength.
But at this moment, it was obvious that there was no other way to rely on words. I could only survive his fierce attacks, while trying to recall Kirihara's obvious characteristics.
Finally, at the moment when Chuuya's punch stung my cheek, I remembered: "Unexpected death has finally come..."
Although these words made me feel a chill all over my body, as if I had eaten stool soup mixed with maggot corpses that had been boiled for three springs and autumns. But the moment these words were spoken, Chuuya's expression froze.
It worked~
I feel happy in my heart.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The fist was withdrawn, and he raised his index finger and tapped the tip of my nose lightly.
My legs felt weak, but my expression remained calm. I lifted the slipped scarf up to my mouth and nose, pretending to be puzzled and said, "What did you say?"
Chuuya was obviously choked: "Forget it, it's nothing... I won't be angry at most when talking to you, but it's just as hard as Dazai."
"Okay, let's go back and find the leader. You have been missing for such a long time and you must give an account."
After hearing the words "leader" and "leader", I finally gave up.
But can I, the god of death, express myself? cannot.
So I followed Zhongya obediently, all the way away from the rich area.
"Why did you bring me here for a beating?" I couldn't help but be curious, and I wanted to sell him a sword after not seeing him for a long time.
What is pleasant to see is that Chuuya is obviously not as good at hiding his emotions as Dazai. He shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, suppressing his voice that was about to be revealed: "The pigeon people are living well. I thought you were pretending to be a pigeon person, thinking that this way you would be exposed."
"You're so stupid."
"Shut up!!!"
I did keep my mouth shut this time. The scarf covered the corners of my raised mouth so that no one could see my pride.
When we walked to the port Mafia, we happened to meet a little girl playing at the door. The little girl has long golden hair, delicate eyebrows, and a bright red skirt that makes her look more charming and innocent.
She squatted in front of a group of mafia men in black suits and sunglasses, frowning displeased.
Seeing Alice means that Mori Ogai is not far from here.
I looked around calmly, and sure enough, I saw a sneaky figure in a white coat nearby.
Mori Ogai also noticed me almost at the same time. There was no surprise in his expression. He just tapped me with his fingertips, then tapped Alice, and then clasped his palms together.
He pretended to look pitiful and looked very similar to Dazai.
Sure enough, no matter where I am, this expression always gives me a headache.
I looked helplessly at Chuuya, and after realizing that the latter had no intention of helping me, I rushed over alone.
However, the moment I stepped into the sight of the mafiosi, Alice's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving me alone looking at them.
Then, the mafia began to panic at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Mr. Kirihara, we really didn't make your room like this."
"Your Majesty has a lot, please let us go!"
"Uuuuuuuuuah, his eyes are so scary..."
I:"……"
I had a cold face and didn't know how to react. Maybe it was just like this, which made everyone on the opposite side even more panicked.
It happened that Chuuya walked up to me at this time, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It was when Kajii was researching bombs that he accidentally blew up your room. It's not a big deal, your powers are just right for your profession."
I nodded and walked into the building with Zhongya dizzy.
Only then did I realize that it was Mori Ogai who had just tricked me in front of a crowd of people.
"Don't you have to go see the leader?" I was slightly unhappy.
"Why?" Chuuya glanced unexpectedly.
"Isn't the leader squatting in the grass next to him just now?" I believe that based on Chuuya's intuition, he will not be able to discover Mori Ogai.
After hearing what I said, Chuuya's face darkened visibly: "Why did you see it... In this case, it is more important to go see the leader."
I was confused by what I heard, but I still nodded: "I feel like a lot has changed during my time away."
"It's too big." Zhongya agreed angrily.
We walked through the corridor, and the interior of the facility was similar to the previous times I had been here, except for a large open room.
I stared at the charred equipment in the house and the blasted doorway, and I was speechless for a moment.
"Everyone has unanimously decided to leave this room for you to clean up." Chuuya nodded, as if it was a matter of course.
“I have a great group of colleagues.”
"Who gave you the ability to be your professional counterpart?"
