Port Mafia Play House

In Hayakawa's office in August, Q sat on the carpet and played Lego happily, Nakahara Nakaya lay on August's lap, the young man's fingers interspersed in his hair, massaging skillfully.

Osamu Dazai sat behind the desk and wrote the report, the air pressure around his body was so low that it froze.

In fact, Nakahara didn't know the real reason for Osamu Dazai's depression, but this did not prevent him from basing his happiness on mackerel's pain.

Moreover, August's massage is so comfortable!

The strength and angle are just right, and the nerves of the whole body are like being immersed in warm hot water, which is so comfortable and drowsy.

Even a certain rotting sea creature sitting opposite seems to be negligible.

Smiling, Osamu Dazai scanned the opposite side with his corner of the eye, and broke a pen tip with a snap.

He took a new one out of the pen holder without changing his expression, and said in a vicious voice, "Why does this slug stay here? He is the subordinate of Big Sister Hongye!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes, retorting lazily: "I can go wherever I want, and you take care of it?"

August smoothed things over in the middle: "Well, be more lenient, I have to go to school and work, Zhong Ye is very tired recently, I can't let him sleep with Sister Hongye."

After all, gender is different, or not very convenient.

Osamu Dazai was very dissatisfied.

But I do almost the same job as him!I want to go to school too, okay?Is it possible to be discriminated against if you have a good brain and can't work outside the office?

He took a deep breath—and swallowed the words anyway.

He is not the same as a slug who can only act like a baby!

One day, he will become someone Mr. Hayakawa can rely on!

Osamu Dazai: Smile.Smile.

Q put down the half-assembled Lego, turned his head and pawed August's leg coquettishly: "I want a massage too!"

August laughed out loud, stroked his hair, and said dotingly.

"Okay, okay, I'll press it for you later, good boy..."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Another nib snapped off with a snap.

This afternoon, none of the pens in August's office were spared.

Finally, when Q got tired of playing and went back to sleep, and Chuya continued to do missions, when only August and Osamu Dazai were left, the resentment in Dazai's body almost materialized.

In the evening of August, I am going to attend a reception hosted by the Suzuki Group. This consortium is famous all over Japan for its wealth—and for its lack of safety measures.

Buildings are bombed at every turn, either stolen by strange thieves or invested in projects against humanity, all in all, nothing good.

This may be the price of being rich.

He rarely changed into a formal white suit, paired with a dark red polka-dot tie, and the pocket square of the same color on his chest was folded into three layers, revealing a cute pointed point.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa, watching August slowly put on his suit jacket, but he still couldn't hold back his sour side-talking.

"Mr. Hayakawa, did you forget something—"

"Huh?" August said casually, "Did I forget anything?"

Osamu Dazai held his breath for a while, and before he opened his mouth to make a sound, he heard the young man continue to count.

"Hmm... I bought a toy for Q, and the wine that Nakaya said last time he wanted to try has been reserved, but it will be hidden until next year's birthday for him to drink."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

"Sakunosuke said that he went to that second-hand bookstore, bought a few books of poetry he liked, and brought them back for reference. Alice's favorite lollipops will be delivered in two days."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

The young man tilted his head, and thought carefully again: "By the way, Mr. Sen's side—"

Osamu Dazai: "..."

I can bear... I can't bear it!

Why even Mr. Sen has it!

Even if this person is merciful, it's a bit too taboo, right?

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, his expression turned cold instantly, he sat up sullenly - turned around and left August with a lonely back.

August burst out laughing.

A hand was gently inserted into his hair.

No wonder Zhong also looked enjoying it, it was really comfortable!

Gently pressing the scalp with his fingertips, the tense nerves were relieved. Osamu Dazai involuntarily narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned his head back, and his black hair rubbed against the palm of the young man, itching, like a lazily basking in the sun. Sun cat.

August took a few steps forward, bent down and appeared in front of his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Are you really angry?"

The young man was tall and thin, wearing a neat suit, with half-length white hair tied back in a bunch, narrow red eyes smiling, and a small rose flower pinned to the rubber band, exuding a faint sweet smell.

"... "

Osamu Dazai unconsciously shifted his gaze slightly.

August couldn't help but draw out his voice.

"As expected, Dazai is cuter like this—"

Osamu Dazai reacted immediately.

This person actually did it on purpose!

heart!The heart is too dirty!

He was angry and annoyed, and felt as if he had lost his wits. Could this be the legendary love buff?

Then why is he alone affected? Isn't it fair?

August's voice was filled with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but since that day, I always feel that Dazai's state is a little tense."

Dazai was startled.

The young man put on his gloves slowly: "Actually, the reason why I wanted to avoid you that day was because I was afraid that you would be too worried if you saw it."

"It's all in the past, it's not a big deal, it's just a very occasional situation that happens out of control, so it really doesn't matter."

—he was lying.

Without any basis, Osamu Dazai judged directly.

Those pains were clearly still lingering in his eyes.

He wanted to pretend that nothing existed.

"Dazai just needs to be Dazai. I don't need and don't want Dazai to change for me."

The young man smiled.

"Because, no matter what kind of person you are - I will love you as always."

In the small room, the air suddenly became quiet.

Osamu Dazai looked into the eyes of that man, obviously concentrating on it, but he somehow felt that there was an indescribable indifference that went down to the bottom of his heart.

In the past, it would be very touching to hear it, but now it makes people wonder how it feels.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and sighed softly.

"Mr. Hayakawa, it's because you are always like this..."

It's because it's always like this... That's why I provoke some strange perverts.

"But, that's not it." He muttered, "What Mr. Hayakawa said, the part that appeared out of control..."

"I'm not, I want to make changes because I'm afraid it will reappear."

August was taken aback.

Osamu Dazai smiled suddenly, and a gentle expression surged in his iris-colored eyes.

"I like it—"

"I want to be someone Mr. Hayakawa can rely on, because I want it to appear more."

Those are not bad parts to be denied.

Those pains should not be blocked in that dark corner.

I just hope you can trust me.

Then tell you.

That's you too.

It's you I like.

August was stunned.

These were words he had never heard before.

He hid himself so well that the softest part, the most complicated part, and the part that was most ashamed to see people, had never been touched by anyone.

That place is so soft that just a light word - can make it so happy.

The heart suddenly missed a beat.

Unknown emotions surged up.

Osamu Dazai did not continue to approach, but subtly took a step back, and talked about other things as if nothing had happened.

"Speaking of which, there is one more important thing."

"We found traces of the devil."

Hayakawa immediately came back to his senses in August, "Where did he go? The military or the special affairs department?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "It's not..."

That day, before August had time to talk to the group leader about the surveillance, Fyodor drank alcohol.

The delay of one day and one night made them lose the clue of the devil.

But fortunately, today's port Mafia is not what it used to be. After this scuffle, almost all the smuggling routes in Yokohama are controlled by port Mafia. As long as you keep an eye on the military police and the supernatural secret service department, you won't have to worry about catching people.

Unless... something is wrong inside Port Mafia.

August's eyelids twitched, and she immediately realized something: "Which line dares to let people go?"

"A small organization that is not registered under its name." Dazai Osamu said, "But I checked their capital transactions and equipment records, and it was supplied by the port Mafia, and it was... the guerrilla unit directly under the leader's account."

Osamu Dazai was still smiling, but his eyes turned cold.

Judging by his expression, it seems that in the next second he can tell three plans for the mafia at the port to seek power and usurp the throne.

August sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with a headache.

"Don't rush to draw conclusions. Although Mr. Mori is not a good person, he is not the type who will team up with a devil..."

"There's one thing you don't know," he said. "You know that Fyodor came here as a child, don't you?"

"He has a deal with the Black Organization in North America. The Black Organization has developed a poison called ATPX4869... They think it is poison, but in fact, after eating it, it will only make people turn into children."

"Fei Jia probably wanted to mislead others. The reason he became a child was because he ate APTX4869, but based on my understanding of the Rats of the Dead House, they were just a group of information thieves, and they didn't have the ability to develop an improved version of ATPX4869 at all. .”

Osamu Dazai understood immediately.

So why would he go to the trouble of making this deal?

To cover up something?

August said: "After I went back, I checked the information. Although it was difficult to find, there should be a member named Okura Yezi among the hounds of the special forces of the military and police."

"Her supernatural power can change the age of the person she touches."

Osamu Dazai calmly said: "So, Fyodor has already had contact with the military and police."

"He could leave safely through the route of the military and police, but he deliberately chose a small organization with no guarantees—"

"It's just to throw the blame on Sen Owai and cause our internal strife."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's almost like this." August shrugged, "If we didn't communicate with each other, he probably provoked us."

He patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder with a smile, "I will tell Mr. Mori about this, you don't have to worry."

Osamu Dazai realized something, and his face fell down: "Hey - you don't want to surrender to Mr. Mori, do you?"

He doesn't like Sen Owai at all!

Not at all!

August couldn't laugh or cry: "You are too stingy."

It's been so long, and I'm still holding grudges.

Osamu Dazai puffed up his cheeks: "I just hold grudges! How about it!"

Since you can do such a thing, you must be prepared to be vengeful!

August smiled and said: "Not much - how about we come back with a little revenge?"

Osamu Dazai was a little moved: "How?"

August wagged the fox's tail: "It's very simple, as long as you cooperate with Zhongye, we will be like this tomorrow, like this..."

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