Port Mafia Play House

In high school, this vocabulary was common to a little unfamiliar.

Osamu Dazai looked at the paper, the expression on his face changed several times.

In the end, it was fixed in helplessness.

He folded the paper and put it away carefully.

"Chuya..." His voice was a little confused, "Why?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Why?"

Dazai Osamu said slowly: "Even if Chuya doesn't care about me, Mr. Hayakawa won't say anything, right? After all, although I don't go to class, I go back to eat every day, and even though Chuya looks for me every day, I haven't attended a few classes. class."

"Why waste this time?"

"Chuya obviously hates me, right?"

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuan became more and more irritable, "Who wants to waste time with you! But August brought you back!"

Osamu Dazai sensed the deep meaning of his words: "Bring it back?"

"August will not bring people back casually." Nakahara Nakaya said briefly, "We check whether there is a monitoring or listening device at home every week. When choosing a location, we consider the location of the sniper. The underground garage is a basement renovation. Only the home The car will be parked there."

Nakahara didn't say it out - Osamu Dazai understood.

so...

So at that time, there was only one car in the garage.

So at that time, he will hug with confidence.

Osamu Dazai couldn't tell how he felt, it was like peeling off a piece of grapefruit, but biting the skin when eating, after the sweet and sour taste, there was boundless bitterness.

Even if I spit it out immediately, the bitterness is still spreading, spreading, all the way to my heart.

Sure enough, as he said.

——It’s just leaves in the wind and sails in the sea.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, the wind from the rooftop blew across his cheeks, but the bitterness could not be blown away.

"It can't be adjusted..." He murmured.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly: "My file——I can't transfer it."

Hayakawa August has been extremely busy recently.

Ever since he talked with Osamu Dazai that day, he has devoted himself to boundless work.

The first is the vest number.

The reason why Mori Ogai doubted him was simply because in Yokohama, there were very few people who could treat those diseases, so he simply sat on his guess.

So he immediately asked Yoshimitsu to contact Akiko Yosano and entrusted a detective agency to investigate information about Dazai Osamu. After that, he stopped appearing at the same time as Yoshimitsu, and made an appearance of "I am him, and he is me".

In order for a man to believe something, he has to prove it himself.

The more detours he takes, the more certain he will be of his conclusions.

The next step is to wait for the "accident" to happen. His blood sample was taken away, and he was surprised to find that the DNA did not match.

After that, it is how to convince Mori Ogai that this is a story about a weak and helpless doctor being coerced to work by a powerful person with supernatural powers.

Believe it or not, Mori Ogai, anyway, the blame is dumped.

Of course, the waiting process was boring. During this period, August asked Yoshimitsu to change into a vest and commanded him remotely to inquire about Dazai Osamu.

The detective agency did not give much information, only vaguely saying that he was from a local business family in Yokohama, and there was no clear time when he had contact with the port mafia.

Not to mention abilities like that.

August intuitively felt that something was wrong, and after investigating the family, it turned out—everyone had "immigrated abroad".

"Is there still no more information?" August pondered.

【No. 】

Ji Guang was distressed.

[Is it because my relationship with them is not deep enough? 】

Although Jiguang dislikes his salted fish owner very much, he has to admit that August is better at doing such things than him.

"It's impossible to go deeper in a short time." August shook his head, "And it's useless to go deeper. Such a large-scale case is probably done by Hong Kong gangsters. Hong Kong gangsters haven't collapsed yet. How can they say so easily? ?”

August changed the subject, showing a fox-like smile: "I asked you to talk to them before, how about the "medical insurance" thing? "

Ji Guang: "..."

On the matter of collecting leeks, August really did his best.

"Who asked Mr. Mori to remove my vest first." August said innocently, "The clubs I gave you are all closely related to the current leaders. During this period, Mr. Mori must be the key target of attack. Sooner or later, they will be hit by Hong Kong gangsters." Swallow it—how about we make a fortune secretly first, and add trouble to Mr. Sen by the way, kill two birds with one stone!"

[If you cheat Mori Ogai so much, aren't you afraid that he will wear small shoes for you in the future? 】

Ji Guang was curious.

"What does it have to do with me?" August said confidently, "The jobs are all taken over by "Master Shenming"!I'm just a weak and helpless doctor! "

Back-to-back guy? My lord? Ji Guang: "..."

【Then, about Osamu Dazai...】

August sighed.

"It seems that we can only find Miss Hongye."

[Do you want to use it, that favor? 】

Ji Guang felt a little distressed.

When Sister Hongye fled to Hong Kong to elope with her beloved and avoid being chased by the leader, August helped a little, although it still failed to restore the situation.

"Mr. Sen won't let me keep it." August said helplessly.

After all, once the current leader dies, the only one among the five major cadres who is truly loyal to him is Koye Ozaki, who is in charge of intelligence.

How could Mori Ogai let such a big hidden danger go?

"However..." August made a small calculation, "Since Mr. Mori wants to settle the matter, maybe we can ask for a little more."

After arranging the tickets and routes for going out on weekends, on Friday night, Hayakawa August rarely changed into formal clothes, and prepared to have dinner with Ozaki Momiji.

The location was chosen in a private private room. Koyo Ozaki wore a pink furisode kimono and walked in with a paper umbrella. The gorgeous Danko showed red marks at the corners of her eyes.

August helped her open the door gentlemanly.

"Long time no see, August."

"Long time no see..." August sighed, "Sister Hongye is still so pretty."

Hongye is helpless: "Your mouth is still so sweet."

"This isn't sweet talk." August vowed, "This is a heartfelt admiration—Sister Hongye is my number one ideal type."

"Okay..." Ozaki Koyo covered her mouth and chuckled, "You asked for a lot this time, so it's useless to praise me."

She took out a sealed document bag from her sleeve and handed it to the person opposite.

"I have already asked Mr. Mori for instructions." She said lightly, "These things are up to you to deal with later." "But..." Ozaki Koye hesitated slightly, "Is this really okay, August?"

"Thank you Hongye sister for worrying." August smiled helplessly, "Anyway... sooner or later, isn't it?"

Hayakawa opened the file bag in August, and his eyes became heavier the more he looked at it.

The story is simple.

The boy's family wanted to use him as a bargaining chip in exchange for the resources of Hong Kong gangsters. Unexpectedly, before the deal, the boy suddenly turned against the water and became an internal response. If the other party to the deal no longer exists - the resources naturally don't need to be given out up.

A 12-year-old boy, stepping on everyone's corpses, stepped into the darkness of this world alone.

But that's just jumping from one cage into another.

If he is trained to be sharp, his ability will be too dangerous. If the original family only wants him to be an obedient bargaining chip, then Hong Kong and black only want a well-behaved tool.

As he said, from the moment you step into the darkness, there is no turning back.

His path can no longer be chosen by himself.

Except to die, maybe to be free.

August looked solemn, and saw the column of supernatural powers.

Disqualification in the world, invalidating all superhuman abilities touched.

--I see.

August laughed out loud.

【why are you laughing? 】

Ji Guang was confused.

"It's not a conspiracy." August shook his head lightly, "It's a deal."

He raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were cold.

"It seems that Mr. Mori probably didn't know that I like bastards. He sent Dazai because he thought he was giving me another bargaining chip that I couldn't refuse—he thought that Dazai's nullification was the only thing that happened when the barbarian in Chuya lost control. Antidote."

"So he told me from the very beginning, tsk, I was really set by him."

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell..."

August was gloomy.

However, how did Mori Ogai know that there was Araba in Chuya?

He took Zhongye away immediately after the explosion, and for the next six years, he has been carefully protecting Zhongye's information.

No one may know about this, unless they met someone from Zhongye before the explosion...

Wait, no!

Human disqualification!

August's eyelids twitched.

For the past few days, he has kept Dazai and Chuya together, and once Dazai knows that Chuya is Huangba vomiting...

Then he would think that everything August did was to leave the ability of disqualification in the world!

Hayakawa August's pupils dilated.

There are dangers too!

"Beep-beep-"

The phone rang on the cell phone, and the caller ID: Oda Sakunosuke.

August answered the phone.

"Hey, August, Dazai and Nakaya haven't come home yet, and they don't answer the phone calls, but Hongkong and Heilong told me to go back, I'm a little worried..."

Nakahara also always felt that today's Osamu Dazai was a little different from usual.

Not telling bad jokes or putting on an innocent face, just silent, silent and sad.

It makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

"Hey..." he called, "it's getting dark, shall we go home for dinner?"

Nakahara Chuya said: "August said that I will go to Izu to soak in the hot springs tomorrow, the tickets are all booked, I have to go back early today to pack my things..."

A small piece of light from the street lamp fainted on the ground, and the cold light from the convenience store hit the person in front of him, dyeing him with a bit of sharp color.

Osamu Dazai stopped, his iris-colored eyes looked at him seriously.

"Chuya..." he said, "I only have one last question, and I want to ask you."

"Are you Huangba vomiting?"