King of 25 Cubs

"Sorry, please allow me to refuse!"

Full of resistance, I said righteously: "You can send me to any organization, but not Mafia at the port!"

Fukuchi Sakura was stunned: "Why?"

"Because... because I served in Yokohama before I joined the hounds. I have to patrol every day, and I pass by members of the Mafia at the port from time to time. I have seen many people with this face, and my identity is easily exposed."

"Don't worry, the leader of Mafia at the port is eager for talent, and will take the initiative to poach people. Their intelligence agent, Ango Sakaguchi, was poached from other organizations."

Fukuchi Sakura crossed her waist and said triumphantly: "I've already figured out the plot for you. You betray the hound first, and then I will send Tiaoye to chase you down. When you are desperate, you can go to the port Mafia for help. The other party will definitely stay." Down yours."

I waved my hands again and again: "No, no, Mafia at the port is really not good!"

"Why do you resist Mafia at the port so much?" Fukuchi Sakura narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously, "Did you have any trouble with them before?"

"Yeah, there is a holiday." I said with a bitter face, "I ranted against the high-level executives of the port Mafia, and later... Later he pretended to apologize to me, but put poison in the food he gave me."

The tofu that has a miraculous effect can barely be considered "very poisonous".

"Captain, if I go to port Mafia, the higher-ups will never let me go!"

I propped my hands on Fukuchi Sakurachi's table, leaned forward slightly, and spoke earnestly, arguing with reason: "If the other party is still holding grudges, of course they will try their best to attack me and use my identity as a trick. Miscarriage!"

I can't go undercover in Port Mafia, absolutely not.

The reason is not because of Dazai, but because of...

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As I've said before, my first assignment after becoming an Infiltrator with the Secret Service was to undercover the port of Mafia.

At that time the leader was not Mori Ogai.

After I moved into the Mafia dormitory at the port, I haven’t seen my roommate for two consecutive months. I heard everything about him from other colleagues who also work at the bottom.

Dazai Osamu, a good-looking boy with a gloomy personality, two years older than me, he just joined the team not long ago, very smart...and very unpleasant.

People around him said that his personality was too weird, his eyes were not right, and he was terrified when he looked at him, and his hobby was suicide.

At that time, I didn't have any specific feelings about the phrase "hobby is suicide".Until one day, I was woken up by peeing in the middle of the night, and when I went to the bathroom, I heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.

Huh?My roommate is finally back?

I knocked on the door, no one answered, so I pushed the door.

The door was ajar, and when I pushed it open, I was stunned.

The faucet was turned on, and the water continued to overflow from the bathtub and flow to my feet.

The 13-year-old was soaking in the bathtub with his eyes closed, his fluffy and slightly curly hair floating in the water like seaweed; the tank was filled with bright red blood, which was shocking, and the source of the blood was his wrist.

The knife with which the boy cut his wrist was thrown beside the bathtub.

Isn't this the knife I cut fruit with before I went to bed?Can't you change it? !

I stepped on the water patter, rushed to the bathtub, fished the boy out, pulled off a towel and wrapped it around his wrist.

I thought he was unconscious at the time, and I was about to send him to the hospital after treating the wound briefly. When I turned my head, I happened to meet the young man's dark, inorganic eyes.

"Wow!"

I jumped up in fright.

His face was pale and terrifying, but his expression couldn't be said to be good or bad. When he looked down and saw the blood-stained white towel on his wrist, he frowned slightly.

"Is it crispy again?"

The young man said "failure" as "failure" with a bit of relish, which sounds quite cute.

He stood up from the bathtub all at once, swayed for a while due to excessive blood loss, and was subconsciously supported by me.

"You, are you alright?"

I looked at him cautiously and asked in a low voice.

He just glanced at me lightly: "Are you my roommate?"

He didn't wait for my answer after finishing speaking, or he didn't care about my answer, just shook off my hand, dragged all the wet water stains to sit on the sofa, and curled up on the sofa, shivering with cold.

I stood there in silence for a long time, but in the end I didn't say anything, took out my own blanket, and wrapped him from head to toe involuntarily.

The boy froze for a moment, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

I ignored him and went straight to the bathroom to clean up the suicide scene.

When I wiped the water stains near the sofa with a mop, I heard the boy's low, shy, bewildered voice: "I'm hungry."

So I cooked a large pot of pork liver for him. When he saw the pork liver, he showed a disgusted expression. I raised the knife: "I worked so hard to make it, how dare you not eat it? See if I won't chop you!"

Under my absolute force, the boy picked up the chopsticks lazily, with a face like cooked pork liver: "Eat."

Over the next year or so, I saved Osamu Dazai countless times.

Fish him out of the river; throw a knife and cut the rope as he hangs; open the closed doors and windows to let the gas escape; or, hold his hand on the top floor of a skyscraper.

I'm actually not such a kind person, what does it have to do with me whether others die or not?

I'll hold him, just because of that night,

Just because of the night when I turned around and the boy sitting in the bathtub stared at me with dead eyes.

In the depths of that eye, there seemed to be a cluster of faint, struggling and flickering lights, which were flickering, like a candle that was about to burn to the end, and it went out with a light pinch.

He said with his eyes: Help me.

Help me, I'm drowning in reality.

Help me, it's so heavy, I can't breathe.

Help me, it hurts, let me go.

Help me, I still... don't want to die...

He called for help, so I grabbed him.

When I grabbed him, all I could think about was the self who had nowhere to ask for help.

In fact, in the later period, Osamu Dazai's suicide behavior was more like a joke, or a habit, rather than really committing himself to death.During that time, it was like a depression patient was about to recover, and his mood gradually stabilized.

I thought that Osamu Dazai would "cure" smoothly like many patients, but I was wrong.

The time when the rift reappeared was the night when the former leader died.

A few days later, he jumped from a [-]-story building on a rainy night.Fortunately, there were several umbrella sheds on the lower floors, and there were green plants in the flower beds. So many buffers did not let him die on the spot.

At that time, the chaos in Yokohama had not subsided, and neither police cars nor ambulances could be called, let alone ordinary vehicles passing by.I ran to the hospital with Dazai Osamu who was covered in blood on my back. I tripped and fell on the way, and he woke up when he fell.

We were like an isolated island trapped in cold rain. He leaned against me with his eyes closed and murmured, "Don't save me."

I suddenly collapsed, and tears flowed down like a broken faucet.

"Dazai Osamu, is there something wrong with you! People who don't know think that you love the leader deeply, and you will be buried with him when he dies!"

He hooked the corners of his lips, his breath was weak as if it was about to be cut off at any time, but he said in the same willful tone as usual:

"That's too bad, I don't want to be tied up with the bad old man."

"As long as you say 'save me', I will save you, even if I die!"

I wiped my face vigorously, and I don't know if it was tears or rain that flowed into my mouth, it was salty and astringent.

"Dazai, do you still want to live? Do you want me to save you?"

His smile faded, his lips were tightly pressed, and he remained silent, not saying a word.

My heart suddenly felt cold.

"Did you say..." I called out to him in a tearful voice.

Lightning illuminated Dazai Osamu's bloodless face, and his whole body was icy cold, as if the temperature gradually dissipated with life.

"……sorry."

"I'm sorry, what I asked you to say was 'help me'! Say it quickly!"

I cried and hugged Osamu Dazai.

"Please, say 'help me'...please..."

I felt that it was not just Osamu Dazai that I hugged at that time.

There is also the 15-year-old Takaho Yuka who wants to give up his life.

I just hugged Osamu Dazai and cried in the heavy rain. I have never been so sad in my life.

Finally, after what felt like a century, the boy raised his arms and gently wrapped his arms around my waist.

I heard his angry voice whispering in my ear:

"help me."

After saying this, he completely lost consciousness.

I wiped my face indiscriminately, and immediately called the Supernatural Secret Service Division. I don't remember who the liaison officer who answered the phone was, but I only remember the attitude of the other party——

"Save someone? A high-level operator of Mafia at the port?"

"No, just a bottom—"

"Then why save him? Is there any point in letting him survive? Not to mention wasting resources, if he reveals your identity in revenge, have you ever thought about how much trouble this will bring to our work?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment, and immediately realized: "Then please transfer me to the director, I can ask him for instructions—"

"Mr. Anwu? He is busy and not free."

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

I contacted my Mafia colleagues at the port that I am usually familiar with. They either refused to answer, or they simply refused when they heard that the rescuer was "Osamu Dazai".

"It would be better if someone like Osamu Dazai died, isn't that his wish?"

The voice on the phone was still teasing and indifferent, as if what was mentioned was not a human life, but something unimportant: "Anyway, if you save him this time, he will still commit suicide in the future."

I also thought of asking Master for help, but after a moment of hesitation, I gave up.

Master probably doesn't like me.

Otherwise, why did he send me to the Secret Service when he established a detective agency; why did he push me away when he accepted other children?

It is said that all roads lead to Rome, but all the roads before me are dead ends.

Gritting my teeth, I finally called Mori Ogai.

"No. XX, XX Street, Xingang District, at the intersection, send a car to pick you up immediately!"

The person on the other side seemed to be stunned and didn't answer right away. After a moment of silence, he asked me: "Are you...?"

"Osamu Dazai's roommate." My voice was very calm, and it seemed that after a breakdown, it turned into another extreme: "He is dying, and there is no car on the road, and there is no way to send him to the hospital in time."

A chuckle sounded from the other side of the phone: "Mr. Dazai? If he really died, it would be a good thing for me."

If my voice is calm, the other party's voice can be called indifferent.

I know that if Osamu Dazai, who is the only one who knows the truth about the death of his predecessor, dies, it will be a good thing for Mori Ogai who is not in the rightful position.

but……

"Your position is not stable yet." I said word by word: "If Osamu Dazai dies, I will announce your secret to the world. Of course, not just this time, if you want to secure the position of leader , in the future, please do your best to save Osamu Dazai's life...as long as he is still a member of the port mafia."

"If you feel that the weight is not enough, I don't only have this piece of information in my hand. If you are not interested, I don't know that the old party in the organization and other people who are eyeing the leader are not interested in these feelings."

"You are Dazai-kun's roommate, aren't you?" Mori Ogai said in a lazy voice, "A low-level character, why should I believe what you say?"

"B-what-what?"

I repeated these three words word by word, the hand holding the phone was suddenly clenched, my whole body was trembling, and my veins were popping out.

Which is more important, professional ethics or human life?

This is an unsolved problem.

I read this story as a child:

An angel and a demon fall in love with the same person, but her existence will destroy the world.

The angel chooses to raise the butcher's knife for the sake of the common people in the world; while the devil chooses to overthrow the world for the one he loves deeply.

I took a deep breath:

"Let's re-introduce, Shimo Takaho Yuka, the Infiltrating Investigator of the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"Excuse me, can this identity threaten you?"

The author has something to say:

Guess it's sugar or a knife~

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感谢在2020-01-0518:00:00~2020-01-0718:00:00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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xianxian;

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