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I don’t know if it’s retribution for me throwing the blame on Dazai Osamu every day, but today the blame finally fell on my head.

Although I look forward to the day when Mr. Mori informs me that I can leave the lowest level and come back to work, I definitely don’t get such a notice under these circumstances.

"Did you climb the stairs again today?"

The leader, who was just as unpredictable as Dazai Osamu, smiled. Even though he was facing a nobody like me, a low-level member of the Port Mafia, he was still as gentle as if he was chatting with me about everyday things.

Even though I don’t know it myself, I have something to talk about with Mr. Sen.

"Not today." I said seriously, "I have learned how to take the elevator now."

"Then why did you come so late?"

I haven't seen Mr. Dazai in the past two days, and I can't think of any reason to throw the blame for being late. So I pushed the root of the problem back to Mr. Sen.

"What do you think? After all, I am just a low-level member now and am not qualified to stay in the headquarters every day." I tightened my lazy expression and deliberately put on a face as bitter and hateful as Akutagawa: "I'll take it. It will probably take some time before we are summoned to rush back to the Port Mafia headquarters building."

"...Although I think what you said makes sense, you weren't working at all. Didn't you drag Akutagawa-kun to eat sweet red bean soup?"

Tsk, damn it.

Was it actually exposed?

Mr. Mori sighed, and the middle-aged man who had all the information about the organization reached out and pinched his eyebrows: "You - you were clearly taught by Chuuya, but in the end, you are more like a child taught by Dazai than Akutagawa-kun. Including this attitude of passive resistance to work, it is exactly the same."

I pretended that I didn't understand and stared at Mr. Sen with a serious face.

He then laughed again: "But... forget it, I just need you to be like Dazai this time."

"Let's get down to business, Jingniao." Mr. Mori lowered his voice and said, "Did you know that Dazai-kun has lost contact?"

How could I know such a thing.

Regardless of whether the lower-level members are qualified to inquire about the itineraries of high-level officials, as for Mr. Dazai, the person who skipped work every day and disappeared, I wouldn't find it strange even if I really haven't seen him for several days.

I hesitated for a while and thought about the areas where Dazai Osamu usually hangs out, and replied with some embarrassment: "Would you like to search in a room in the headquarters building that is not usually used? Maybe there is another room where Dazai-san is hanging. He hanged himself inside and has not been rescued yet."

The leader's expression was blank for a few tenths of a second, and then he slowly said: "No, Dazai did not commit suicide this time."

That's impossible to say.

Before I was kicked into that room by Mr. Chuuya, I never thought that he would hang himself there.

"I can probably guess the reason why Dazai lost contact. He was probably taken away by people from the enemy organization." Mr. Mori sighed in a slow and drawn-out tone: "Although Dazai-kun's human disqualification can nullify all attacks from the enemy. He is a person with super powers, but if it is a real attack, it cannot avoid damage. Regardless of his appearance, he is still a human being after all."

"So..." I hesitated and asked, "Does Mr. Dazai's loss of contact have anything to do with you looking for me?"

"As a high-level cadre of the Port Mafia, Dazai is also my important right-hand man. His unknown whereabouts will bring a huge blow to the organization."

Mr. Mori smiled at me and said, "Chuuya once mentioned to me in a chat that you are similar to Dazai. I was thinking that during the period when Dazai's whereabouts are unknown, if you pretend to be Dazai temporarily, His position will not cause turmoil within the organization."

Me: "Huh? Isn't this too whimsical for you?"

Mr. Mori: "You also learned this from Dazai, including using honorifics but showing no respect to your superiors."

I don’t think I’m very similar to Dazai Osamu, and I don’t think Mr. Mori’s sudden whims will have any effect. Just when I was about to be impressed by the leader's trust and reject the proposal, Mr. Mori said softly: "If you do a good job, I can let you go back to work at Black Lizard and consider breaking up your partnership with Akutagawa."

"If you want to bribe me just for this kind of thing, you are looking down on me too much."

I sneered at this and said, "Let me ask, are you going to pretend to be Mr. Dazai from now on?"

Let me clarify.

This chapter is not finished, click the next page to continue reading -->>This is not to say that I was tempted by Black Lizard's high salary and partner change, I just feel that as a member of the Port Mafia, it is necessary Contribute your strength at this special critical moment.

Mr. Mori glanced at me speechlessly, and then, a little girl with blond hair outside the door ran in very cutely, holding something in her hand.

"Ah, the frightened bird is here." Alice, who was wearing a red dress, her eyes lit up, and she piled all the things in her hands on the table: "Hey, Rintaro, have you convinced him to do it?"

"Of course - my lovely Alice, as long as I take action, there is nothing I can't do."

Alice didn't pay attention to him at all, but ran to me in a few steps. The little girl who looked as delicate as a doll raised her lovely blue eyes and showed me a particularly cute smile: "Then let's get started."

...Wait a minute, what to start?

Alice's skill in tying the leader's pigtails went round and round, but it still fell on my head. Under the gaze of the perverted lolita leader, I had no room to escape. I could only force the little girl, who was too strong to match her appearance, to sit down on the floor and let her toss my hair back and forth.

Like my brother, I inherited the slightly curly black short hair from my grandfather, and it slowly became curlier and fluffier than before under Alice's fingers. Originally, I was worried that she would also tie two bows on my head. , but she took the bandages that she had brought in and piled on the leader's desk, and wrapped them around my neck and forehead in layers, blocking half of my sight.

"Ah! It really looks like it." She gently pulled my hair and exclaimed: "It's exactly what Chuuya said, he looks exactly like Dazai's illegitimate son!"

Alice said, and slapped a piece of gauze on my other cheek.

Then she stepped back with satisfaction, and stood a few steps away, looking me over: "I say, Jingniao, don't look so sad. Just like Dazai, show your most disgusting smile. .”

I thought for a while, and gave her a somewhat unfamiliar expression that I usually used when talking to Akutagawa.

"OK."

Alice rubbed her thin white arms: "That's it for now. Jingniao, you look so much like Dazai, it makes me feel a little sick."

The leader, who had been observing silently until now, walked over with a smile, bent down and put in my hand a small mirror that looked like it was for girls, with intricate carvings. What is reflected in the mirror is a figure that looks % similar to Dazai Osamu at first glance. This similarity is not a specific resemblance like facial features, but a more subtle one, which I reached with Dazai Osamu after my feelings were systematically stripped away. Something consistent.

I can't tell what it is, but my intuition tells me that it is not a merit worthy of praise.

"Although the looks are not very similar, the combination of temperament and dress can give a high score of %."

Mr. Sen's lips curved, and in the dim light of the leader's office, his smile looked inexplicably mysterious: "This reminds me of the child's appearance when we first met."

"I, I'm looking forward to your future, Jingniao." Mori Ogai's voice was slightly hoarse, and he chuckled: "I believe that the children he teaches will be outstanding. Who knows, in the future you can be completely How about taking Dazai's place?"

I looked at him, and when Mr. Tongsen looked at each other, I suddenly raised the corners of my lips and smiled at him.

I'm not a person who smiles often. Faced with this sudden smile, even Mr. Mori couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I don't accept unspoken rules, Mr. Mori."

Mr. Mori: "Ah, you are way ahead of your time in showing no respect to the leader. In this regard, I would rather you not imitate Dazai. It would be better to learn more from Chuuya-kun."

After the meaningless gag, Mr. Mori got down to business again.

Of course I want to do more than just dress up as Osamu Dazai and wander around the Port Mafia's headquarters building. If it was really that easy, it would be better for the entire organization to report that Mr. Dazai had skipped work again. It was obvious to all that he didn't like work anyway, and the entire organization would believe it as long as he said this.

What I want to do is pretend to be Osamu Dazai and stay in the Port Mafia unscathed, then lead the black lizard fighting party to attack the hostile organization, and at the same time, rescue the real Osamu Dazai.

At this point, I had another question: "Mr. Mori, what if Mr. Dazai is dead before I arrive?"

"It would be better if you don't underestimate Dazai-kun too much." The leader crossed his fingers on his lap and raised his eyebrows: "Even though he looks like he is busy seeking death every day, his vitality is far better than anything I have ever seen. Everyone. I can’t guarantee whether he was injured, but if it was Dazai, he could at least maintain his minimum life safety."

This chapter is not finished, click on the next page to continue reading -->> "Then, what if after I arrive, the people from the hostile organization think that they kidnapped the fake Mr. Dazai, and kill him instead?"

"What should we do."

Mr. Mori tilted his head and showed an unpredictable smile again: "Well, if Dazai is killed by the enemy, you will take his place. It's not just a matter of making you a cadre. Oh, Mr. Frightened Bird."

"It is you who will replace him and become Osamu Dazai."

I stared at him quietly for a long time, but I couldn't tell that Mori Ogai was joking at all. I had no choice but to twitch my lips: "...let's forget it. I don't think I want to change my name yet. Uchiha is fine."

"However, if Dazai-kun is really dead, it will be very difficult for me. Even if I am very optimistic about you, Jingniao, you are still far from Dazai's methods. A child who is too immature cannot afford the port mafia. A position like a cadre." Mr. Sen returned to his original smile and his approachable and gentle expression: he said to me as if he was looking forward to it: "You need to grow up quickly, Jingniao."

I:"……"

just forget it.

I will do my best to let Mr. Dazai return to the Port Mafia alive and well.

Before leaving, Mr. Mori took off his dark coat and handed it to me along with a copy of "Complete" that Mr. Dazai often held in his hand to read. The jacket that was still warm was placed on my shoulders. I raised my head slightly and met Mr. Mori's eyes.

"I will temporarily give you the authority to use the martial arts faction in Dazai's hands."

The man with a pair of dark red eyes gently curved the ends of his eyes, and his black feather-like eyelashes covered the blood that had solidified in them.

"Go and bring back my important subordinates, Jingniao."

The author has something to say: 1 update. As long as I'm not asleep, the day continues.

2The next update will be after I wake up. My work and rest schedule is not very stable. Most of the time I code and update in the middle of the night. I personally suggest not to stay up late waiting for my update, it’s better to wake up and read it later.

3 Because I feel that I am a few hours late in updating and think that I am late and want to give me a negative score. You don’t need to tell me about this kind of thing. You can do it if you want. As long as you are happy, I am not threatened by this. I recite it silently eight times a day without getting angry. I have become a Buddha to the point where even if you tell me 1 1 = 5, I don’t even bother to refute it.

4 There are so many things in the world, but how can they all be as I want them to be? Losing your temper over trivial things, why bother in retrospect. I am not angry when others are angry with me. When I get angry, there is no one to take care of me. Anger damages the liver and spleen, promotes aging and causes illness.

5↑Recite the full text above and recite it silently eight times a day. My heart feels like Shisui, not the Shisui of Uchiha.

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