Hong Kong black cadres hate mackerel

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a "tch", kicked the unconscious old man, took out his mobile phone from his black windbreaker, and called his subordinates to come over and throw him into the interrogation room.

The unusually slender fingers outlined by the black leather gloves quickly poked the keys a few times.

"Beep, beep, beep."

The phone rang a few times and was quickly picked up.

- "Lord Zhongyuan?"

Calling a 16-year-old boy an adult sounds unavoidable.However, from the cautious and slightly respectful tone of the other party, it can be heard that the person on the other side of the phone has no objection.

——This is also impossible.

Who made the 16-year-old boy have outstanding abilities and a master of gymnastics.He was promoted to one of the cadre candidates within a year after he joined the Hong Kong gangsters, and he also loves to make trouble with the organization + bases his happiness on the pain of others + tells you clearly that he just likes you and you can’t get used to him and you can’t get rid of him + calculations But he + is keen on committing suicide, but the weird thing is that the people who die are all others + black mud as partners.

In addition, whether Zhongye Zhongye is strong enough or can stand the black mud, it is quite admirable.

"Yeah." Zhongyuan Zhongye has been called this way for seven years, and he has long since lost the initial discomfort, so he directly ordered: "I am at No. 7, xx block, come and help me take someone away."

- "Yes. Lord Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuanzhong also hung up the communication after speaking briefly, and fidgeted with his hand to pluck the bright orange hair, not feeling happy because he caught the other party's ear.All the developments of the matter made him instinctively feel that something was wrong.

The timing of the coma was too coincidental.besides……

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his icy blue eyes, which were slightly impetuous due to confusion: the eyes of the old man who looked at him before he passed out reappeared in front of his eyes.

That kind of vicious, snarky eyes is not at all the expression of "stretching to a coma" in the past.

And this feeling of irritability is more like missing something.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stuffed his phone back into his coat pocket irritably, his ice blue pupils glanced at the old man who fell on the ground, his brows were slightly frowned by his irritability, and a strange thought flashed across him for a moment.

Too fast to catch.

Calling Zhongyuan Zhongye's irritable expression paused, his ice blue eyes darkened slightly, and his lips were pursed tightly.

*****

"Lord Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuanzhong also dialed the phone, but within 3 minutes, there was a clear and piercing sound of braking at the entrance of the dead end.Zhong Yuanzhong also put one hand on his hip, and raised his eyelids to look at them idlely.

A few black suits who got off from the black car quickly came to them and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Hmm." Nakahara Chuya raised his chin towards the old man lying dead, concisely. "Take it to the interrogation room."

Hong Kong and black people have always adhered to the principle of talking less and doing more. In addition, the candidate cadres who have always been rebellious are obviously not very happy at the moment. The black suit did not dare to delay the slightest answer and said "yes", and then dragged the old man into the car.

The black car drove away.

Zhong Yuan stood alone in the dead-end alley for a while, his ice-blue eyes were secretive.Pursing his lips, he put aside disturbing thoughts and went back to the dim sum shop first, but Saiki Kusuo had disappeared as he expected.

Sure enough.

So it’s better to go back to Hong Kong and Hei now. I haven’t been to the training ground for a long time, and he was only active on the motorcycle before the age of 18... I’m too busy recently to go racing.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought casually, and his beautiful ice blue eyes glanced at the window of the dim sum shop.There has already been a boy holding a three-flowered cat. That boy has slender eyebrows and gentle eyes.The scorching golden light outside the window projected on his soft hair, causing faint ripples.

He is a gentle boy who is not aggressive at all.

Sitting quietly by the window and smiling at the round ball Sanhua pig, it has a warm light.Zhongyuan Zhongye's intuitive little radar "suddenly" raised the alarm: boy, come on, this person is extraordinary at first glance.

Go make friends with him, be your partner, and be mad at Dazai! !

"........."

What the hell, have you been hallucinating recently? How can there be so many special people! ! !If there were such a high chance, his world would have been ruined long ago! ! !

For the first time, Zhong Yuanzhong also began to doubt the accuracy of his intuition. After looking at the blue eyes, he turned his eyes away and walked away slowly in the sunshine.

*****

In the end, Nakahara Chuya still didn’t come forward to strike up a conversation with anyone, and when he walked slowly back to the Ganghei Building, he was reported by his subordinates: “Master Zhongyuan, the suspect you captured is being interrogated by Master Dazai.”

"Dazai?" Nakahara Chu also glanced at him in surprise. "When did he come back?"

The man looked down at his toes: "One hour ago, Lord Zhongyuan."

That is, he went to the interrogation room right after he came back from the hospital?

Zhongyuan Zhongye's ice-blue color darkened, and he waved casually at his subordinates who were on standby.With a turn of the toes, the direction to the trainer was changed to the interrogation room.

"I see, go get busy."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his back to that subordinate, his delicate porcelain white face was full of dignity, and his ice blue eyes were sharp.He unhurriedly passed through the two guards and stepped into the interrogation room.As soon as you step in, you can deeply feel the dampness and coldness that is different from the corridor.

And the long interrogation, the smell of rust in the air all the year round.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very familiar with this place, even the ice blue in the cat's pupils did not make any waves, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he saw the uncle who was simply gagged and blushing, his limbs were tied in the prison. On the shelf, the obese limbs writhed like earthworms, making a short and unbearable sound, eyes moistened with physiological tears, looking at them eagerly.

Needless to say, I also know who did this good thing.

The instigator yawned leisurely, with a bandaged arm supporting his furry head. Without looking at the front, Zhong Yuanzhong could also imagine the expression on that baby-fat face.Just looking at it from behind, Osamu Dazai who was interrogating was much more serious and gloomy than usual.It is also more dangerous.

but……

The black overcoat that Osamu Dazai had worn all the year round was casually placed on the table, revealing the white shirt inside, and the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up a few times casually, exposing a small part of his arm.Nakahara also looked at the hand that was wrapped in plain white bandages. Osamu Dazai's slender hands were very rare to wear black gloves, and the knuckles looked more slender and weaker than usual.

Like a pampered son-in-law.

Nakahara also let out a "tss" in his heart in disgust, and walked over in his small leather shoes swaggeringly, and heard his voice before he got close to Osamu Dazai. "Wow, little slug, you crawled so slowly, you just came back now."

Who the hell is a little slug!

Nakahara Chuya slapped Dazai on the head violently, "If you don't stay in the hospital to fend for yourself, what do you do when you come back and harm others? The young ladies in the hospital are not good-looking, or are you all soaked?"

"Pain, pain, pain." Osamu Dazai turned around holding his head aggrieved, and softly accused him with a pair of wet kite eyes. "Violent slug, I also know how to do business."

... If you add a pair of fluffy ears to Osamu Dazai, this guy will definitely play cute with his airplane ears.

Nakahara Nakahara opened a pair of ice-blue eyes calmly, looking down at Osamu Dazai from above. Although he could see the dark circles under his eyes with sharp eyes, he must have been tortured by the growth period and did not sleep well, but this It didn't affect his disdainful expression. "You know how to do the right thing?"

"Don't I have one?" Osamu Dazai suddenly laughed, and there was no longer a soft doormat on his face.The already delicate corners of the eyes and brows are shining brightly. "Before, I specially asked my subordinates to give Zhongya the information."

The gentle and gentle tone is like coaxing a child.

However, there is a problem with this look.

"I lost it all." Zhongyuan Zhong also hooked the corners of his lips calmly, and said arrogantly and straightforwardly: "Who knows if there is any dangerous element in the things you gave?"

"Wow, you're also very vigilant this time," Osamu Dazai pretended to applaud, his round eyeballs rolled around, revealing a bit of cunning and cleverness. "But I predicted that Chuya would never want the information I gave, so I specially put... um, monitor, monitor, listener on Chuya."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and counted what he had put with his fingers in a serious manner. Finally, he simply fell back and leaned his entire upper body on the table. His kite-colored eyes met Nakahara Chuya's ice-blue eyes from bottom to top. color.Watching the faint icy blue in Zhongye's eyes gradually deepen, like the sea at night.

"So I saw the whole process of the attack, including calling the surveillance camera to check his entire look when he was attacking, running away, and being forced into a dead end. His eyes are different from those who wanted to kill you outside the dim sum shop, Chuya."

really.

Nakahara Chuya calmly listened to Dazai Osamu's gentle and gentle explanation, and a turbulent storm arose in his heart. Nakahara Chuya pretended to be nonchalant and turned his eyes away, looking at the old man who had obviously been drugged. "Since you know he's not, why come to interrogate him?"

"Well." Osamu Dazai smiled kindly with his eyebrows crooked. "I can't sleep continuously, so I have to find something to vent my frustration."

What kind of bullshit theory is this.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned subconsciously, "Isn't there enough women in the hospital?"

"Wow, Chuya actually said that." Osamu Dazai opened his eyes exaggeratedly to express his disbelief. "It's a gentleman's demeanor to be gentle with women. There is not just one way to vent."

...So when you were 15 years old and stared at Youxing, did you feed the dog in a gentlemanly manner?

Zhong Yuanzhong also chose to ignore his yellow accent. "In that case, then you vent slowly..."

Just as he was about to turn around, Osamu Dazai's laughing voice stopped Chuya's movements.

"What is Chuya doing in such a hurry? Is it because he is afraid that I will say 'this man may have been covered by someone else before attacking you, and after being caught by you, the covered thing left this body'?" ?”

How is this guy—

Nakahara Chu also opened his ice blue pupils wide in surprise, feeling startled for the first time after meeting Osamu Dazai's bright kite pupils.

"If I can think of this," Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips unhurriedly, his round eyes looked at Nakahara's eyes that couldn't hide his emotions for a moment. "I believe Zhong should have discovered it long ago."

Osamu Dazai maintained the posture of looking back at Chuya Nakahara with his head tilted back, and pulled Nakahara Chuya's collar off with his black-gloved fingers, making him fall on him because of his guilty conscience and because he was defenseless because of evasion. , then bent the corners of his lips gently, and sprayed his scorching breath along the gap in the orange hair to Nakaya's white and tender ears.

He deliberately lowered his voice, like a mischievous child, his iris eyes were bright and full of stars.

"But. Chuya wants to hide it from me. Why? Do you have any secrets that you can't tell your partner?"

The author has something to say: I think Dazai is this kind of person, who sometimes uses a sweet and greasy voice to say things that make you frightened and scared.Happy New Year

感谢在2020-01-1818:45:08~2020-01-2214:35:12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 landmine: 1 orange orange;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of emptiness and delusion; 10142 bottles of Tian Jiangming;

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