When Fuzawa Qiandao really had no intention of asking or exploring, Zhongyuan Zhong felt irritated.
This tangled feeling clearly echoed in the bottom of my heart, turning into questions that I wanted to blurt out, but they were like stones thrown into the lake, and eventually they were weighed heavily at the bottom of the water.
"No, Qian Dao, I still want to solve it myself." He didn't know what emotion controlled his body, and he suddenly spoke, resisting this move of being helped, "Don't interfere with this matter anymore, I will Solve it yourself."
Furuzawa Qiandao was stunned, but did not ask, but nodded seriously, "In that case, Chuuya must think there is something very secret... I understand, and the next step is up to you. "
"...Don't you want to ask something?" He hesitated again and again, but still expressed his doubts, but it seemed that there was no need to ask, and he himself knew exactly what the reason was.
——Because Qiandao has always respected anyone's decision, and will not interfere more as long as there are reasons that can convince him.
"Isn't this your decision, Chuuya? You've already read what's written in it and you still told me this, so naturally I don't need to do anything else." Furuzawa Qiandao also did as he expected, with bright eyes. Said, "I have always believed in Zhongya, so naturally I don't need any reason to explain to me."
Furthermore, he himself was afraid that some unexplainable clues would come out as he continued to investigate... He couldn't guess where the intuitive Nakahara Chuuya would notice. To put it simply, after experiencing the previous drunken accident, he was now a little bit I'm scared, I plan to observe it for a while before talking.
Zhongyuan Zhongya, who didn't know there was any other inside story, felt a little mixed in his heart when he heard this answer, but he was still very happy for what the other party said.
Now that the investigation has a clear direction, Zhongyuan Zhongye's understanding of his own supernatural powers has rapidly increased, but it is only limited to some unfounded knowledge of the god "Aang Ba Tu". The truth or falsehood depends on him. distinguish.
At the same time, more or less different versions of rumors began to appear about what happened in the center of Leibo Street. At first, it was caused by an accidental leakage of chemical agents from a military base, and then Yokohama was added. The local superpower has become the most familiar version of Furuzawa Qian Island - the captured hater is full of pain and resentment, attracting Araba to spit out and sacrifice himself to him, causing this seemingly unexpected explosion .
I won’t go into details about the twists and turns in the middle. During this period of time, Furuzawa Qiandao really did not inquire or explore any related matters at all. He focused on the bookstore and his own territory, and occasionally went out to help some members to frighten the enemy and obtain Interests are full of the gray atmosphere of daily life.
However, Furuzawa Qiandao is now gradually closing its hands, and no longer wants to clean up the offenders with the intention of intimidating them. Even if it rescues members, it prefers to take them away secretly, and then destroy most of the enemy's organization's goods and transportation vehicles to create a chaotic gap.
Part of the reason is that he realized that the use of his superpowers may have strong limitations - the sudden fever before was not an accident. After many attempts, it seemed that as long as he experienced a large number of target landing points in the battle, This will happen the next day.
Although the current sheep is still weak after being separated from the powerful superpower user, at the request of Furusawa Qiandao, at least the weapons in his hands are no longer scary-looking toys, and he will no longer stand dumbly when he should run. If the older kid in the group asks him to run, he will just run.
If we really give these kids some time, they might be able to become one of the most famous organizations in Yokohama.
And it's only this year that Zhongyuan Zhongya is fifteen years old...
Furusawa Qianjima looked at the high-rise skeletal castle not far away. The semicircular pit at the foot of the towering building was like something's eyes, staring up at the sky at the entire Yokohama.
"Are you vomiting..." He murmured, but saw some bright light emerging from the distance reflected in his eyes, and familiar explosions and black flames rose up, filled with fear and whine, and brilliantly took away everything nearby. s life.
The wind at the seaside swept past, moist and cold. The violent sound of the wind made people feel their ears buzzing after listening to it for a long time. A few remaining black dust gradually fell from the air, and floated to the pale man stretching out the window. out of the head.
"Huh?" Osamu Dazai seemed to have something, and he changed from staring down at the buildings downstairs to looking up at the dazzling sunlight above.
"Dazai, it's dangerous to stick your head out of the window like this." Ogai Mori took time out of his busy schedule to remind him, "If you want to open the window to get some air, you don't have to run half of your body out, right? If your arm is numb, you will fall. , and you will also hurt your eyes."
The person being lectured didn't know if he listened to it, but he obediently retracted from the window, stood in front of the window, turned to look at Mori Ogai, and said, "I want to go out."
Mori Ogai raised his head and looked at him with a slightly confused look, "Okay, you don't need to report to me if you want to go out for fun, Dazai."
"Eh - I thought you were under house arrest in the Port Mafia during this period, but it turned out not to be the case." Osamu Dazai answered him in a scornful manner, pulling up the black coat draped over his shoulders.
"Of course not, why would Dazai feel so..." Mori Ogai complained with a tired and aggrieved face.
"It's so boring, I thought you were going to use this method to make me have a mental breakdown and die, and..." Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, "And I don't even have time to try new suicide methods because I'm under house arrest. !”
So there is no house arrest at all.
Mori Ogai sighed, "Didn't you buy a book before? If you're bored, why don't you read it to relieve your boredom?"
"After all, we have to convert theoretical knowledge into practical experience. I think it would be better to take the time to watch when I find an opportunity to go out." The young man in front said confidently, not thinking at all that there was anything wrong with his idea of taking advantage of the opportunity to run around.
He did not challenge the port mafia's ability to find people early, thinking that he had already given face to the newly appointed leader. As for boredom, he was just thinking about when the other party would kill him.
——After all, he is the only witness to the authenticity of the will entrusted to the old leader before his death. Anyone would do this if they want to change things.
On the contrary, it was even more strange that he didn't take action.
Dazai Osamu stared at Mori Ogai with his dark eyes, silently, and no one could see the emotion in his heart at this time.
"I didn't follow your plan just to be this witness."
Mori Ogai put down his work, crossed his hands, and looked at him with a half-smiling expression, "Well... don't be so anxious, it's not the time yet."
Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes at him, "As a doctor, it's not difficult to give me any kind of lethal drug."
He has to delay it until now... I guess there is something he needs to do in the future. Is it related to the recent strange explosion? It doesn't matter if you don't deal with it. It has nothing to do with the port mafia at the moment, and it's not like you are the only one who can do it...
Ah, yes, it was just enough to drive him, forgetting that this uncle is now the nominal leader of the Port Mafia.
Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu sighed again and looked at him more resentfully than Mori Ogai, "Does deceiving children give you any sense of accomplishment, Mr. Mori?"
Even at night, the blackout curtains on the top floor of the Port Mafia Building are tightly covered, and the moonlight from outside cannot shine into the office. In order not to hinder the work, only a small number of lights are turned on, and some corners cannot be illuminated at all.
There was a warm yellow light next to the man's hand, which illuminated half of his face clearly, as if there were traces of a soft smile.
"But doesn't Dazai hate pain? I'm thinking about how to reduce your pain." He said, his burgundy eyes made it difficult to see the hypocrisy underneath in the dim light, "Speaking of which , Why are there more and more explosions recently?"
"There must be a lot of this every day." Osamu Dazai didn't want to talk.
Mori Ogai lowered his head, lay back on the chair, and continued to complain, "Even though we have tried hard to maintain internal stability, there is still an organization that wants to tear something away from the port mafia that has just had its stubborn disease removed at this time. But it’s not easy to confront so many people so blatantly at this time... It would be nice if there was some way to secretly scare those people."
After all, what is the plan? The port mafia, which is eager to hire people, lacks the most useful superpowers, but an organization with such good things simply disdains to associate with the mafia.
"In that case, Mr. Mori, you might as well just hire killers to kill some of them."
As soon as Dazai Osamu finished speaking, he felt a piercing look coming towards him.
"Dazai, are you kidding? Which organization the Port Mafia hired killers to target today will be known to everyone in Yokohama tomorrow," he said, frowning in distress, "Countless rumors It will become the best excuse. I don’t want to bring down the organization within a few days of taking this position. How will I explain to the previous leader after he dies?”
The black-haired leader of the organization looked aimlessly at the ceiling hanging above his head. The dim light did not illuminate the upper part, and it was so dark that he could not see any of the intricate and gorgeous decorative patterns on the ceiling.
Dazai Osamu remained silent facing the window in front of him that he opened without permission.
"...You tell me, if I go to recruit the shepherd dog that is about to leave the herd now with better conditions, will he work for me?" Mori Ogai wondered.
Osamu Dazai turned around and simply sat on the ground with his back against the wall. The entire chief's office was covered with carpets to eliminate the sound of footsteps, so there was no discomfort in sitting like this.
"What are you going to use to attract him?" He didn't like this idea that seemed to be a joke.
money? Or a position of power? Let alone these things that even he himself has not yet grasped, should he still place hope on the feelings between people?
Furuzawa Qiandao is harder to pry than anyone else among the sheep. He looks like he doesn't care about anything at all, and he talks so much about "companion" lies that he doesn't care about so-called feelings at all.
From Osamu Dazai's point of view, even that little man was more likely to poach people than him.
Thinking of this, his mind quickly took another turn, and he roughly guessed what Mori Ogai wanted to do next.
"So, is it really impossible..."
A sigh of regret dissipated in the room.
But, let’s try it anyway?
