How I was forced to be a boss

Here are the lost things that I will find anyway, so I can neither be killed nor cast out.

It is best to create an unimpeded environment that allows me to investigate with confidence.

This was all I could think about during the few days I was locked up.

The things that "Ah Zhi" who I should trust very much care about have become the only and most favorable bargaining chips that can be held.

And after a few days of confinement, my words will be more convincing than ever.

But now, I've given up on those complicated plans.

In the dimly lit room, Nakahara Nakaya and I stood in front of him, looked at the smiling man sitting there, and reaffirmed our judgment in our hearts.

Just by being around this person, without any planning, I can get what I want—memory.

When we met again, he seemed to have softened his attitude towards me a lot, or he was finally willing to pay more attention to me.

Such a rough interrogation method seems to be something done casually in pursuit of efficiency.

"Do you want to stay in the port mafia?"

He leaned back in the chair, and behind him stood a capable secretary.

"In this world, there is no trace of your existence." He stared at me quietly, as if he was completely unaware of the meaning of what he said, "That is to say, this lady, leave here, There is no place in the world that can accept you."

"I'll give you time to think about it, the decision is in your hands. The Port Mafia is a very tolerant organization."

Hearing his words and looking at his innocent face, I kind of wanted to laugh.

Having said all this, I don't have the right to decide whether to stay or not.

The fact that there is no trace of my existence in the world he said should be true.Because he seemed to care more about it than I did.

"You're right, I really have nowhere to go," I answered him in a low voice, "I would like to stay in the Port Mafia."

Osamu Dazai suddenly became happy again, and took out a document from the table in front of him, "This is really great, oops, although I forgot my name, I still need a title, now! What should I call now?" And you?"

This really gave me a hard time.

Many names flashed across my mind for a moment, but they disappeared quickly. The brain immediately sent a signal to go on strike. I was so painful that I hugged my head with both hands and squatted on the ground.

"Hey, what's the matter with you! Are you okay!" Chuya's panicked voice was next to my ear, and I subconsciously wanted to smile at him, telling him not to worry, but failed.

I felt someone squatting beside me, holding my shoulders, and heard the sound of the chair being pushed away, and there was a gust of wind in front of me, and someone squatted in front of me.

"Forget everything you're thinking about right now," he ordered sharply.

Of course I knew it was best not to think about it, but my brain was still like a machine that couldn't be stopped. In the end, following the strength of the person in front of me, I raised my head and looked at him blankly.

"I"

Osamu Dazai frowned, "What?"

The pain gradually subsided, and everything blurred in front of my eyes became clear, "My name is... Kitano Reo."

He paused for a moment, and looked at me with a deep meaning that I couldn't understand. Until now, I suddenly felt a sense of strangeness to the person in front of me.

"Congratulations, Miss Kitano."

He stood up, walked back to his desk as if nothing had happened, picked up the document, leaned against the corner of the desk, and made a look of thinking, "Speaking of it, since you remembered your name, I don't know if you still remember it." Do you remember what you are good at?"

"Get up." Chuya held out his hand to me.

Following Chuya's strength and standing up, without even thinking about it, I answered his question without blinking: "Writing work."

After I finished speaking, I was stunned for a while.

"Ah, in that case, why not go with Xiaoyin. Xiaoyin?"

"Yes."

The secretary who was almost hidden in the darkness came out silently, "Leave it to me, chief."

"Thanks for your hard work."

……

In this way, I took up the post of the secretary of the leader of Hong Kong and Black in a daze.

There are very few secretaries in Hong Kong and Hei, there are only me and Miss Xiaoyin in total.

Look at Miss Xiaoyin and admit it!The look of explaining to me seriously, the mood is a little complicated.Miss Xiaoyin's sincerity gave me the illusion that she might have been fooled by Osamu Dazai.

I got used to these things very quickly, and I always felt that I had done it many times, and I was so proficient that I began to wonder, did I really work as a secretary before?

Occasionally when I was working next to Osamu Dazai, looking at the 007 social animal sitting on that spacious seat day and night, I felt fortunate that I didn't really implement the previous plan.

Otherwise, it would be too miserable!

Suddenly, that figure overlapped with the figure of another black-haired middle-aged uncle.

"Mr. Sen?"

Osamu Dazai made a move

"Naka ​​also thinks who Miss Kitano is?"

Thinking of the man's full trust when he looked at him, Nakahara clicked his tongue irritably: "How do I know what's going on, aren't you already planning something?"

"That's right, a plan that will never go wrong."

Seeing Osamu Dazai's appearance, Nakahara added for some reason: "She really looks like an ordinary woman."

Anyone in Hong Kong can see this.

Untrained loose muscles, soft hands with only callus marks left by holding the pen for a long time, and no resistance movements at all when they were caught, even in the most painful time in the confinement room, there was no movement of struggle.

So well-behaved that people feel pity.

"Chuya, I can't see anything."

Osamu Dazai's tone made Nakahara Chuya almost unable to restrain himself from wanting to beat someone up. He suppressed it only by repeatedly repeating that the leader couldn't beat him.

"Isn't it because he was mentally normal after coming out there? It's not like there were no such people before."

"But those people are all systematically trained and able to withstand torture. Do you think this Miss Kitano is the same?"

Central Plains was also silent.

"Oh, the port mafia! The second in command of the party, is he soft on that person?" Osamu Dazai said teasingly, and in the next second, all expressions disappeared, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"Do you still remember your identity, Chuya?"

The air in the room suddenly became tense, and Zhong Yuanzhong knelt on the ground without any hesitation

After Chuya Nakahara left, Osamu Dazai casually took out a book from the nearby bookshelf, and stared at it for a long time.

Osamu Dazai stared wide-eyed at what appeared above.

Right in front of his eyes, he suddenly touched the scene of another world

Although I have settled down for the time being, I haven't forgotten my purpose. I want to get my memory back.

It was indeed a correct decision to stay in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. I found that I knew almost all the high-level Hong Kong and Heilongjiang officials, but no one knew me, and a certain idea in my mind became clearer and clearer.

With a long sigh, I fell down on the table in front of me, and I tilted my head to look at the beautiful young lady beside me who never rests. In my impression, her surname is Akutagawa.

"Silver, so boring~"

Yin looked serious, "There is still a lot of work to be done."

Hearing what she said, I immediately felt awe in my heart. Everyone likes employees who work without fishing. If everyone was like that person and worked out a system, Mr. Sen might cry a river.

Eh?

Osamu Dazai is almost dead at work, why do I have the illusion that he is particularly lazy?

Who is that Mr. Mori who always appears but has never been seen before?

Seeing that I was still listless, Yin suddenly suggested: "Ling Yang, why don't you go out for a while, you haven't seen this city well yet."

Although I am not very interested, I always feel that this is not the thing that really makes me feel interesting, but it is better than nothing.

Picking up the coat behind me, I reconfirmed: "Are you not afraid that I will never come back again?"

"I heard about you, Ling Yang, only the Hong Kong gangsters are your home, except that there is no place for you here."

!It seems to be talking about me, and it seems to be talking to itself.

"And," she changed her voice, exuding a cold murderous look, "No one can escape the pursuit of Hong Kong gangsters."

In fact, even if it's not Hong Kong gangsters, I can't escape anyone's pursuit.

"I'm going out, then, and I'll be back soon."

After the man left, the room was suddenly eerily quiet.

Obviously it was like this before, and obviously that person didn't talk too much.

Yin glanced unaccustomed to the vacant seat over there, then reached into his pocket and touched the flower string hair accessory there.

"Because I am a senior in the workplace, and I will work together in the future, so I will give you some gifts in advance."

"It seems to be in my pocket all the time, and it's probably going to be given to someone else. It's okay, she shouldn't care."

When he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Little Silver?"

Yin immediately got up and greeted him, "Boss."

His eyes swept across the office, as if he was anxiously looking for something, Dazai Osamu's smile could not be concealed reluctantly, after working all night, his bloodless face was even paler now.

"Where's Ling Yang?" Even the words she said were trembling slightly.

"Because it's too boring, so I said I'm going out for a walk. Do you want to call her back now?"

"Are you bored."

"makes sense."

"Leader?" Yin looked at the standing man with downcast eyes in doubt.

"Nothing." He replied quietly

When I walked out of the building in Hong Kong, I didn't know where I should go.Just wander around aimlessly.

When I was tired from walking, I just sat on a bench beside the park and looked at the sky quietly.

There was a burst of dry and shriveled pain in my mind, and I raised my hand to press my forehead.

There was a commotion in my ears, and I suddenly heard someone shout something loudly.

"Extraordinary power——Xixue!"

Then, the text all over the sky invaded my entire field of vision.