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Zhong Yuanzhong also came back with a low pressure.

Just at the interrogation office in the port of Mafia, it was also able to make the traitor escape.

No matter what attitude the BOSS showed, it was a disgrace to the Port Mafia.

Worst of all, it wasn't even found out how the bastard left!

"Mr. Zhongyuan, your courier."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes, and his sapphire blue pupils looked at the neighbor across the door.

Chu Fa's man rubbed his hair, only to realize that he seemed to have forgotten to bring food today.

"Forget it," he sighed as if giving up, "Want to go out for dinner? I invite you."

Whatever the hell the mackerel was up to, it didn't stop him from feeding the fat next-door brat.

Obviously still at the age of drawing bars, but lonely and slender.

At his age, there was no shortage of food and clothing in Mafia, the port.

It would be a joke if the Mafia lacked these things.

There was a faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

Chuya Zhongya's hand paused, a little confused: "Are you injured?"

The black-haired boy looked at him blankly, as if he didn't react.

"No," he realized something, a little nervous, "Is there anything strange about me?"

Her hair is still soft and easy to touch, and her temper is as milky as usual.

It doesn't look like he was bullied at school, and there are no marks left on his skin... Zhong Yuan also stared at him.

"Mr. Central Plains!"

Chu Faman coughed and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

He accidentally stretched out his hands from rubbing his hair to pinching his face. He would always lower his guard when getting along with this kind of ordinary people.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his hat: "It's nothing, maybe I'm a little sensitive."

He asked Akutagawa to deal with the organization that came to bother him last time.

However, the subsequent clean-up operations were carried out by Zhongyuan Zhongye himself, which once again refreshed the reputation of Hong Kong gangsters.

because--

He stomped the street down with gravity.

Until later, it was mentioned in news reports of local stations.

In the battle of the port mafia, it is his principle not to hurt innocent people as much as possible.

It is also an unspoken unspoken rule. If anyone provokes the power of the port Mafia, it should be crushed by gravity.

Nanze hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet: "I haven't finished my homework yet, can I do it another day?"

He seldom tells lies, especially when facing Mr. Chuya Nakahara.

However, Aoki Nanzawa rubbed his face, if Mr. Zhongyuan was involved, he would have a disturbed conscience.

Just as Zhong Yuan was about to say something, his phone vibrated.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, connected the phone, and subconsciously pressed his fingers on the brim of his hat.

"Understood, can't this kind of thing be solved? It's really..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed his temper, hung up the phone, "It just so happens that I have something to do, so I'm going out first."

"Bon Voyage."

It is really difficult to be a social animal, Nan Zai sighed.

Although Mr. Nakahara's salary is high and his quality of life is good, he always works overtime regardless of timing.

I don't know what kind of person his boss is, he squeezes the employees too much.

Turning around and returning to the room, Aoki Nanzawa went to the storage room.

As soon as he opened the door, he caught a glimpse of the tense scene inside——

Aoki Nansawa: "..."

"The altar master is great!" Osamu Dazai said immediately, "Isn't this too much for a seriously injured patient?"

The black-haired young man made a pitiful expression, shaking his arms innocently.

A sharp, snow-white blade was pressed against his pale neck, and it seemed that blood would ooze out with just a slight pressure.

The man with the knife didn't even move his wrist: "If Mr. Dazai doesn't try to go out, the old man probably doesn't need to."

Sword Fu, who was only wearing his tunic, retracted the sword gracefully and put it back into its sheath.

Even though he doesn't have gorgeous haori, his every move is more decent and dignified than the nobles in Heian-kyo.

Mikazuki Zongjin bent her beautiful eyes, implying something: "I hope Mr. Dazai can understand my current identity."

"Even if you are an old man, you can't just watch the little master being bullied."

622 Honmaru is already under the control of Aoki Nanzawa, although he himself does not know.

All the existing swords in Honmaru are based on his will, and serve as the master's sword, cutting off all obstacles for him.

Every sword has such awareness.

Black mist climbed from the hem of the snow-white jacket, and then disappeared in the darkness.

This is a sign of the dark fall.Although this Dark Fallen sword does not seem to have lost its will, nor has it been manipulated by evil thoughts.

Sanri Yuezong sat down near the end, picked up the teacup, and was as clean as ever.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, his superhuman disqualification had failed on this man.

Reminiscent of the special identity of the child, it is hard not to think of what kind of existence this person is.

Aoki Nansawa rubbed his forehead: "Mr. Dazai, find someone to receive the courier, and I will send you there."

He also noticed that Mr. Dazai was not easy to deal with.

I always feel that if I talk to him a few more words, I might lose any secrets...

"Also," he thought of something, and said seriously, "No matter who you are in the forum, it's best to reduce your contact with the Phantom Troupe."

He had already noticed the danger of the Phantom Troupe before ordinary people in the forum.

Aoki Nanzawa frowned, no matter what the Phantom Brigade planned to do, he had to think of a way to restrict it before that.

"The Phantom Troupe - Running amok."

The black-haired youth's unhurried announcement is not only for this forum.

Similarly, it is also a test for the administrator of this forum, although he may not have expected the operation of deleting posts and titles.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin: "I know, speaking of it, I'm also a little worried about that group of people."

False, the destruction of the world has nothing to do with Osamu Dazai.

If he had to say it, he just glimpsed a possibility from the group of people——

"Tell me," Osamu Dazai said softly, "is there an ability that can bring the dead back to life and reverse time?"

When he spoke like this, all the pretense of being cute and innocent before was gone.

Those iris-colored pupils were darkened, swallowed by shadows that were never seen under the deep sea.

Like something growing out of the mud.

The body was covered with bandages here and there, and some places were already oozing blood.

But Osamu Dazai, who yelled "it hurts to death" in many situations, didn't mention a word from the beginning to the end.

Those pure black eyes met his gaze.

After a while, he heard a somewhat youthful voice without hesitation: "I don't believe that there is no need to pay for anything."

It still has the clarity of a teenager, but it is resonant and firm.

Osamu Dazai blinked curiously: "That doesn't sound like something a high school student would say."

So realistic, so practical, and so pessimistic.

Of course, Osamu Dazai didn't think there was such an unrealistic thing, but the kid was different from him.

Obviously so - cute.

Aoki Nansawa remained expressionless: "Because I have already experienced it personally."

Neither Mikazuki Sokami nor Dazai Osamu spoke.

He lowered his head and poked the forum, "Hurry up and tell us an address, or I'll send you back to the mafia's interrogation office..."

"Ah, my wound hurts so much, it must have burst, I am an innocent person who was hunted down by the mafia, what a tragedy."

Osamu Dazai lay down again and moaned: "I think I need something to relieve my concentration now, such as the altar master's big unblocking..."

"..."

"Ah, if you can't unblock it, it's okay to unblock a few IP addresses, and it's also good for alleviating the condition..."

Aoki Nanzawa: "...you are a suicide attempter, right?"

In fact, he rarely blocks people, both ID and IP.

The forum has been managed for more than three years, and the number of people who have been banned by Aoki Nansawa is ridiculous, only suicidal.

The young man in a light-colored windbreaker looked up at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Is it really?" He bent his iris-colored eyes, "Come here a little bit, I'm a seriously injured person."

Aoki Nanze looked at him suspiciously.

But seeing his wounds burst open and bleeding, the black-haired cub subconsciously walked over.

"Look down."

"Lower."

"Come closer, are you so afraid of me?"

The thin breath hit the ear, and the hair was rubbed like a cat.

The black eyes met the smiling iris eyes in a daze, the latter were a bit mischievous.

Osamu Dazai said with emotion: "I just wanted to do this when I saw you."

"Looks like our president's favorite cat, it's milky, super fierce."

It can stretch its claws, but it's not harmful, and it's not very smart.

But whether it is ability or character, they are all promising talents.

It would be great if you could feed him.

It's a pity to be a teacher, Dazai Osamu.

A certain Mr. Black Mud didn't know, his thoughts coincided with those of his ex-partner strangely.

If he knew, he would immediately go out and accuse "it was obviously him first" why "that slug can get close to the water".

"Osamu Dazai!"

Aoki Nanzawa jumped away like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

He looked at the innocent Dazai Osamu speechlessly, unable to speak with complicated emotions.

Does Mr. Dazai really have any friends in his life?

Then his friend must have been teased by him many times.

Is it true that no one wants to beat Mr. Dazai, his personality...

"It must be you," Aoki Nansawa confirmed, "How can you say that you have also stayed in the forum for more than three years."

The tone of speech and personality, except that "suicide" is not often mentioned.

Others are basically in line with the old users of the forum, Aoki Nansawa is still familiar with it.

It's obviously a touching time to meet offline netizens, but there doesn't seem to be such an atmosphere.

"Master," Sanri Yuezong reminded, "It's getting late, you should go to rest."

"I remember you have homework tomorrow morning."

It was two o'clock in the morning.

Aoki Nanzawa glanced at the time, and there was no time to chat further.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, a little embarrassed.He didn't want to take it to the room, but it was not good to stay in the storage room.

"If the lord is thinking about Mr. Dazai's future," Mikazuki Munechi said slowly, "why let him live in the Honmaru?"

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