Complete Survival Manual

"That reporter escaped?" Mori Ogai put down the box in his hand, and looked back at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was lying on a hospital bed with his head up, holding up one hand to see the light leaking from between his fingers.Hearing Mori Ogai's question, he laughed.

"The last person who saw Mr. Reporter was the staff of the port terminal. I got the smuggling record from last night from this enthusiastic staff. Would Mr. Sen want to see it? There are very interesting names on the cargo list."

[Resolutely mobilizing contacts and fleeing Yokohama with materials as goods, Mr. Reporter has taken a good step. ]

"Forgive me." Mori Ogai waved his hands hastily, with a wry smile on his face, "I have a summons from the leader tonight, and I want to rest for a while before that. Anyway, I will see you with dark circles under my eyes." Chief, I'm still a little rude."

Mori Ogai, who stepped back and threw himself on the work chair, acted like a middle-aged uncle who was eager to avoid work, and his whole body exuded a dejected and decadent atmosphere.

"But Mr. Mori seems to be enjoying it." Dazai Osamu jumped out of the hospital bed, and put on a pitiful and lovely innocent face. He approached Mori Ogai pretending to be curious, and asked in a lively tone: "Doctor, doctor, it's a terminal illness." Are the patients finally deciding to give up their lives?"

Mori Ogai smiled gently, but there was some sharp bloody breath slipping between his words, "Yes, I am the mourner he personally selected."

"You're lying again, doctor." Osamu Dazai picked up the large box of painkillers that Mori Ogai had on hand and shook it, "Can you give this to me later? This time I want to try suicide by swallowing the medicine. "

"Of course." Mori Ogai said, "As a reward, please spare time tonight and accompany me to the headquarters building of Mafia at the port."

Osamu Dazai's enthusiastic unpacking of the medicine box stopped, and he looked up at Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai said warmly: "The unstable conditions have basically been ruled out, it's time, Dazai-kun."

"...Ah." Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

He is laughing.

[I am so looking forward to this day, going to a place closer to the essence of human beings, can I understand... the reason for living? ]

………………

The black-haired doctor with blood splattered on his coat put away his scalpel and issued a formal invitation to him.

"Welcome to my camp, Dazai-kun."

- Welcome to Port Mafia.

………………

"Journalist Jun's departure was the last step for Mr. Mori to clear the obstacles. That night, Xiandai died of a sudden illness. I happened to be at the scene and witnessed the scene where Xiandai gave way to Mr. Mori. After that, I stayed in Mafia for four years .”

Dazai leaned against Tsushima, his voice was very empty, and the emptiness reminded Tsushima of the icy sea breeze that passed through the window of the ward that night.

Tsushima tried to translate Dazai's words.

[Was the previous leader of Hong Kong Black was killed by the current leader Mori Ogai, and Dazai was Mori Ogai's default witness? ]

[Four years is enough time for many things to happen. ]

Tsushima remained silent, having new speculations about Osamu Dazai's defection.

Osamu Dazai half-closed his eyes and said nothing.

So Tsushima knew that this conversation about the past, which was premised on exchange, was over.

He raised his wine glass and asked, "What ingredients do you have here?"

"Hmm - I don't know too well, it's just a few things."

In the darkness, the sea breeze and the dripping blood were far away, and the two wine glasses collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

………………

This apartment is used as a safe house arranged by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the basic internal kitchen facilities are fairly complete.Tsushima glanced at it, and had a general understanding of Osamu Dazai's usual living standards.

"I haven't cooked at all since I moved in, Dazai."

"Alcohol and crabmeat are enough to keep me alive, Tsushima-kun."

"Just maintain the state."

Osamu Dazai looked at Tsushima and just smiled.

When Osamu Dazai was eating crab curry rice, the clock on the wall had just passed the number three, and two people who had spent most of the night drinking and telling stories were sitting at the dining table.

"Is the refrigerator here a different-dimensional pocket? It surprised me that most of the ingredients are there." Tsushima smiled and pushed the plate in front of Osamu Dazai, "This is Tsushima's special curry rice, please use~ "

"The place where I work now has better benefits." Osamu Dazai took a sip of the curry rice with a surprised expression on his face, "...It was unexpectedly delicious."

"This is the best recipe I have tried many times." Tsushima recalled the days when the office staff heard the color of curry rice change, and laughed, "Curry rice is so delicious, of course we have to try new varieties together. interesting."

"Oh~~" Osamu Dazai made an unintelligible voice, "Try chili next time, Tsushima-kun! Curry and the spiciness that can burn your stomach are the best match."

He made a sincere suggestion, and Tsushima nodded seriously.

"I'll try it next time I'm back in Kyoto."

"Yeah, that's great. If there is any result, please let me try—cough, cough, cough!"

Osamu Dazai smiled and stuffed a mouthful of curry rice, but he was caught off guard and choked. He turned sideways and burst into a startling coughing sound.

Tsushima, who was sitting opposite him, yawned slowly, "Well, okay. After the spicy curry is successful, I'll make it for you."

When Osamu Dazai raised his head after coughing for a long time, the corners of his eyes were pitifully dripping with water.He repeated, muttering to himself, "That's good, spicy curry."

………………

Kitagawa was reading a letter from Mitsui Kiyomi.

In fact, it has been two days since she received this letter, but these days her emotions are a little too much, and she is really not sure that she can face her former students in a normal way.After much consideration, she decided to postpone reading the letter.

Until today, she finally recovered some, so she took out the letters that had been put away carefully.

The streets in the early morning were very quiet. In the silence, Beichuan was able to unfold the letter in his hand with a relatively peaceful state of mind.

[Mr. Beichuan, Yours sincerely:]

[I haven't communicated with you for a long time, I don't know how you are doing.When I saw you last time, your physical condition was very bad, which made me miss you a little.But after thinking about it, since you are temporarily out of the cage of Mitsui, your spirit should be better.Isn't it common for people to go from the big city to the countryside and other simple folk places for recuperation after getting sick? I always feel that your situation is not much different from theirs. ]

[Joking. ]

The gloom in Bei Chuan's heart dissipated a bit, she smiled and shook her head.

From before, she liked Mitsui Kiyomi very much, the little lady.Among all the Mitsui she has taught, only getting along with Mitsui Kiyomi made her feel relaxed for a long time.

Later, Bei Chuan felt that this might be because Kiyomi, like her, was born in Mitsui's branch family, hated Mitsui in his bones, and was willing to do his best to try to resist.

They are the same people.

[I saw the news that your favorite writer has closed his pen. Although I am worried that your condition will change because of this, I hesitated again and again, and I still want to talk to you about it. ]

Next, Mitsui Kiyomi spent half of the space explaining Kitagawa. Kitagawa scratched the word RURI with his fingernails, feeling a little helpless for the concern from Mitsui Kiyomi.

"Obviously this kid is the one who likes Ruri more, but now he comes to comfort me instead."

Bei Chuan read the letter, as if seeing Mitsui Kiyomi in front of her.

The kid complains about a sport he doesn't like, proudly says he got an A+ in his cooking class, gets frustrated by the plot in the book, and is happy to discover a new flower shop.

It's almost like an ordinary child.

[Wait a little longer, Qingjian, soon, soon...] Bei Chuan gently stared at the letter paper in front of him, slowly reading word by word.

Finally, she saw a sentence.

The black pupils shrank, and Beichuan could even imagine Mitsui Kiyomi's expression when he wrote this sentence.

That must be-

"Miss Beichuan, I finally met Master Tsushima." Mitsui Kiyomi laughed, a blush appeared on his cheeks, "I didn't expect him to be in Yokohama, thanks to Liulijiang's doll, I was able to be here with Master Tsushima Reunion."

The longing girl's heart was full of honey, she said: "If possible, I not only want to move towards him, but I also want to be able to stand by his side and face the future with him."

"Teacher, can I do it?"

Bei Chuan's thoughts froze, and unconsciously she tore through the letter paper.

[how come……]

The words on the letter seemed to turn into ferocious ghosts and rushed towards Beichuan. Beichuan let out a short scream and threw it out.

[I regret. ] Beichuan stood up, pressing her hand hard on the table, the veins on the back of her hand were bulging, [I shouldn't have asked Qingjian to see Tsushima that day. ]

At that time, she didn't know what Kitagawa was thinking. Maybe she wanted to see how Tsushima would react when she saw the rebellious Mitsui Kiyomi. Maybe she wanted Mitsui Kiyoshi to see the wider world instead of It has always been a bird confined in an exquisite birdcage.

In any case, she couldn't remember the thought at that time.

What is certain is that Bei Chuan now regrets it.

"Impossible, Qingjian." Bei Chuan's tears rolled down, "You are an Asuka who is destined to be free, how can you bind yourself to someone's side. I look forward to you so much that I can fulfill my dream, Qingjian ...See you..."

...............

Yokohama, Mitsui Kiyomi.

Mitsui Kiyomi turned over uncomfortably in her sleep, and the doll she placed beside her pillow tilted her head gently and gently.The crying doll raised the corner of its mouth and let out a soft "hee hee" laugh.

It whispered: "No, Qingjian-chan~"

"I will lose my freedom~"

The author has something to say: Today is Tsushima taking everyone to do reading comprehension together.

话说还有人记得北川小姐吗。感谢在2020-03-1001:00:36~2020-03-1123:47:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ah Wu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Mu Cixi, a bottle of stray cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!