hat and bandage

a few minutes ago.

The other side.

There is an idle factory next to the train station. It is not broken, but it is empty inside. There are no people and workbenches. It seems that only the shell of the factory is left.

The windows are very high, although there are many, but not much light can pass through, so that even in daytime, the inside is dim and dark.

"Come out, take great pains to find me, don't you just want to watch me in the dark?"

The black-haired man was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and the sapphire on the bow tie reflected a beautiful luster with his movements. He walked in unhurriedly, his steps suddenly stopped, his iris-colored eyes turned slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. There was a faint smile, but this trace of smile didn't go deep into the eyes, it just floated on the surface like a mask.

A dagger silently extended from behind to the man's neck. The sharp and cold tip stuck to the skin of the artery in an unbiased manner, without trembling in the slightest. Even the breath was almost controlled. Apparently a good assassin.

"Ah, it's Xiaoyin."

The man suddenly rolled his eyes. Although his tone sounded surprised, there was no such meaning in his eyes.

"Long time no see, you've grown a lot. I didn't hear footsteps at all just now, so I'm sure Chuya will be relieved." He greeted the killer behind him familiarly, his smile remained the same, and he was completely unaffected by the tension on his neck. The threat of cold daggers.

The mafia killer who is affectionately called Xiaoyin by the man has a slightly raised ponytail, a white mask on his face, and a well-dressed suit. Every movement has the unique lightness of an assassin, and every movement is accustomed to Sex is silent.

"Are you waiting for us here specially? Did you find out that our people are following you?"

The one who opened the mouth was not the killer holding a dagger, but a woman in a suit with beautiful blond hair, Ichiyo Higuchi, who walked out slowly from the front corner——she is a member of the Mafia, although she does not look like it, but she is indeed It's under that Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Responsible for assisting Akutagawa, and co-leading the guerrilla unit directly under the leader, she has the right to use the fighting faction, but even so, her own strength is not outstanding, nor is she a person with supernatural powers, and she has a personality that cannot be used. It is too useful, so in most cases, Higuchi's responsibilities are more responsible for taking care of his boss, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, whose life is not very healthy, and executing the other party's orders.

Higuchi Ichiyo joined the mafia after Dazai defected, so she didn't understand at all the gloom and fear that Dazai Osamu, one of the two blacks, brought to the inner world in that era of darkness.

The saddest thing about Osamu Dazai's enemy is to become Osamu Dazai's enemy. This sentence is not what she can understand today.

But even so, Higuchi still maintained the vigilance that a certain professionalism should have for the man in front of him.

"After all, I was the one who created the port mafia monitoring system. I didn't expect that after all these years, there is still not much change."

Facing the other party's question, Osamu Dazai showed a gentle and bright smile, and answered lightly.

Torture, monitoring, and even the hierarchical system of the organization, Dazai, who is good at strategy and wisdom, almost participated in it when he was a mafia cadre. These shady twists and turns, he is too simple and straightforward in some respects The white ones are also more sophisticated.

Higuchi Ichiyo pursed her lips, the other party's answer seemed to be beyond her expectations, but thinking about the information she had read about this man in the Mafia, for some reason, it felt a bit like this.

Osamu Dazai, one of the former five major cadres of the Mafia, is the youngest cadre in the history of the Port Mafia. He defected four years ago and took away his partner, who was also a cadre and was hailed as the strongest by the Mafia. Nakahara Chuya of the blade.

His record is bloody and dark, even if only a part of it is exposed, it is enough for the Yokohama Justice to pull him out and shoot him a hundred times. As his partner Nakahara Nakaya, as a cadre, and once the most powerful person in the mafia, the crimes committed by Nakaya will definitely not be much lighter than Dazai Osamu... Such a notorious pair of partners, Where else can one go but darkness?

However, not only did they leave the darkness, they even stayed in Yokohama openly to find new jobs.

Higuchi Ichiyo couldn't imagine that this man could easily wash away his resume.

"You don't seem to be worried about your situation. I have read your information, and your supernatural ability does not have any advantage in attack power." Disqualification in the world, although it is a very rare supernatural ability, has nothing to do with attack power. The highlight is that Dazai doesn't have much resistance against enemies who are good at close combat and whose theoretical strength is stronger than his own.

The dagger hung around the man's neck could cut through the fragile arteries under his skin with a little force.

The arc of Dazai Osamu's mouth remained unchanged: "If your purpose is to kill me, then I won't be able to wait for the opportunity to speak now—hey, Silver, take this away? This is a very dangerous thing, right? After finishing speaking, the man tapped the face of the dagger with his hand.

The killer known as Silver withdrew his dagger and took a step back.

"And this lady." Dazai turned his eyes and looked at Higuchi Kazuyo, "My time is quite urgent, so we might as well talk about it, ah, it shouldn't be you negotiating with me, right? Let me guess...is it Mr. Mori who is hiding in the headquarters?"

"Hiding...!?" Higuchi Ichiyo's eyes widened, and he took a step forward with some indignation, "How can a guy like you understand the wisdom of the leader?"

Before he finished speaking, a deep laughter came from the wireless earphones hanging on Ichiyo Higuchi's ears.

[It's okay, Higuchi, turn on the video, I have something to say to Dazai-kun in person. ]

"Yes, chief."

The order of the mafia leader has the highest priority, even the unhappy Higuchi Ichiyo instinctively obeys.She pulled out her phone from her pocket and pointed the screen at the black-haired man in front of her.

That was the background Dazai was familiar with.

In the office of the top leader of the port mafia, several documents are placed on the mahogany tabletop. The dim interior is only illuminated by light yellow lights. The windows are blocked by heavy curtains, and the whole room reveals a dangerous atmosphere.

And sitting in the middle, wearing white gloves, with his hands folded on the table, the black-haired man with his chin slightly propped up has a smile on his lips. He is wearing a black suit with a red scarf on his shoulders. He is not very young. On his face, a pair of dark red eyes quietly stared at Dazai on the opposite side of the screen, and beside him, a girl with blond hair and a red dress looked at him with the same curved smile as the man, as if in a vampire castle. It is like a lurking ghost, exquisite and luxurious like an aristocrat, but strange and dangerous.

That's the head of the port mafia, Mori Ogai, and his humanoid alien, Alice.

[Long time no see, Dazai-kun, how are you doing? ]

"Eat well, sleep well, and be healthy, probably not bad?" Dazai said nonchalantly.

[Really, your change is really unexpected. Do you still wear the suit coat I gave you back then? ]

"Ah, that." Dazai showed a bright smile, "Of course, they burned it all on the day they defected."

Do you still feel disgusted with yourself?

After the words fell, the smiles of both sides restrained a bit.

"Okay, Mr. Mori, I'm afraid you didn't come here specially to chat with me, did you?"

Dazai tilted his head slightly, and although the corners of his mouth were still curved, those iris-colored eyes were filled with indifference.

[Dazai-kun, before we start talking, I have something to ask you. ] Mori Ogai put his hands on his lap indifferently, leaned back slightly, crossed his legs, and said slowly: [Would you like to come back and continue to serve as a cadre? ]

[Your position, I have always reserved it. ]

Osamu Dazai blinked, and suddenly covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

"Ah, ah, this is really an excellent joke..." As if he was really amused, the black-haired man with iris-colored eyes formed a crescent moon: "It seems that I have already forgotten that you were the one who took me Forced away."

Dazai's tone of voice was low, and his smile instantly subsided.

"Because I witnessed the whole process of you killing the previous leader and stealing the position of the leader of the port mafia, and you are afraid that one day I will repeat the same thing, so you have always been vigilant against me."

Even if he has no interest in that position at all, especially if Chuya has no intention of betrayal at all, and even under the premise that he is wholeheartedly loyal to Mori Ogai, Dazai will not make a move against Mori Ogai unless he is forced to do so.

Even if Dazai will not be able to stand Mr. Mori sooner or later, but for the sake of Nakaya who was completely abducted by the malicious old fox, he is willing to take a step back.But even if he is like this, Mori Ogai's wariness towards Osamu Dazai has not diminished.

The snatched close friend Oda Sakunosuke is one of the few emotions in Osamu Dazai's life.

Once it is taken away, it is like tearing a part of the body.

Dazai had no choice but to complete his friend's last words before his death, and Mori Ogai's pressing every step of the way exhausted his patience.

——Then he doesn't need to be patient anymore.

Osamu Dazai smiled, and slowly opened his mouth with unknown meaning, and added the remaining sentence.

"After all, anyone who has a ghost in his heart is a ghost."

[That's really a pity. ]

Mori Ogai paused slightly and said.

Dazai: "It's not a pity, is it? Mr. Mori, after all, the cadre you really want to invite back is not me, but—"

"—Chung Ye, right?"

The man with iris-colored eyes paused inaudibly, and then slowly elongated his tone, speaking his lover's name lightly and gently in a sweet tone.

"It's not a loss-making business for the restless Osamu Dazai to exchange for a stable ability opening license, but losing Nakahara Chuya is like a beast with an arm cut off to you, no matter what you do. A force."

"After all, in the other world, strength comes first."

[......]

Mori Ou looked at Osamu Dazai expressionlessly outside.

Higuchi Ichiyo lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and stood quietly and straight, as if he didn't hear anything, and the killer named Gin was the same.

[Dazai-kun, I never imagined that you were able to take Chuya-kun away. This is really beyond my expectations. Ahhh, you have caused me a lot of trouble. I lost two people in a row. As a cadre, it was also a big blow to the port mafia. In the first two years, I had a lot of headaches. ]

"Oh, this is not a problem for Mr. Sen, although it is so distressing... The development of the port mafia has not shown signs of sluggishness."

"Also, don't make me sound like a kidnapper, Chuka left with me voluntarily, okay?" Dazai shrugged and spread his hands, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a shadow, and his smile was sickly. "Compared to Mr. Mori, Chuya trusts and loves me more."

[Ah, this is not necessary for me. ] Mori Ogai also bent his eyebrows. Although the relationship between the mentor and the mentor is bad, but to a certain extent, the two do have similarities, and they both have a pathological attachment to a certain existence .

[As a leader, I only need my subordinates to be absolutely loyal to me, and at the age of 15, Chuya-kun dedicated all his promises to me, to the Mafia and Yokohama, in other words, He himself admits that he is my slave, my sword. ]

Did the little man say that to Mr. Mori?

Osamu Dazai's expression froze slightly, he raised his eyebrows for a while, and his expression was dark.

The sudden jealousy invaded his emotions like a stormy sea.

It was clearly my Chuya, yet he made such a promise to other people.

"...Chuya and I have already eloped - it would be better for a certain middle-aged uncle to recognize the reality as soon as possible? What's more, promises are something that is used to break. Humans only need to find something more important. The so-called guarantees and promises are nothing more than passing clouds."

Osamu Dazai smiled dangerously and spoke lightly.

[Dazai-kun, do you think you are important enough in Chuya-kun’s heart that he can give up everything about the Mafia and voluntarily choose to leave with you? ]

Osamu Dazai said without hesitation, "Of course."

[Ah, I'm really confident, young people are better at this. ] Mori Ogai laughed, [Leaving aside this matter, speaking of it, Dazai-kun, do you now know what the purpose of the group is? ]

"...Who knows? According to the existing information, the actions of the group in Europe are very arbitrary. They will take action when they see what they like, and they will even expand their power in the local area, and even provoke conflicts between groups with different abilities. Although they don’t know what they want to do, it’s not surprising that they attack Yokohama on a whim.”

What Dazai Osamu said was perfunctory and casual.

[No, you know why. ]

Mori Owai stretched out a hand and slowly put it in front of his mouth.

The dark red eyes were full of interest and malice, and he looked at the man in front of him who had grown up under his guidance and guidance.

[They are for "books". ]

[The book of miracles that can ignore the interference of different abilities or personalities, and turn the contents written in it into reality, ah, I’m sorry, maybe you don’t need my explanation, after all, you should understand the power of books better than me ——]

Mori Ogai threw the document on the desktop aside indifferently, and let it slide to the ground.

[Just like what you did to Chuya-kun in the past. ]

He slowly added the last sentence.

The author has something to say: Chuya's allegiance to Mr. Mori is so true that it almost made me climb the wall.

Dazai: I'm not jealous.

Dazai: Really not :)