Social animals don't deserve love

The funeral of Mori Ogai, former leader of PortMafia, was very grand.Not only were all the internal people who got the cards present, but also the companies under its control and people from all walks of life who had business dealings also came to pay their respects or sent cronies as representatives to pay their respects.

The monks were constantly humming scriptures, and the incense sticks were lingering, and it lasted for three days from the time the chief monk was put into the coffin.

It was rare for Fubuki Yada to stand at the front of the funeral in a black kimono. The fragile-looking Yada Fubuki had long been distracted until the meeting in the afternoon and wanted some refreshments.I didn't eat enough last night, and today I got up early to dress and comb my hair. I haven't even touched a sip of water, let alone breakfast.

The visiting guests enter the door to say goodbye to the deceased according to the etiquette, walk up to the mourner and say some words of condolence and comfort, and then they can find someone who is pleasing to the eye and hide in a corner to chat-it is more like a large-scale event than a funeral. Social activities.Anyway, it is impossible for Mori Ogai to climb out of the coffin to protest again, so people's focus is naturally not on him.

The girl standing in the midst of the sound paddling in the water suddenly noticed that the light above her head had dimmed. She raised her eyes and saw that the middle-aged man with silver hair in a dark green feather was looking at her seriously.

He is the president of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Miss Fuxue, my condolences, please treat yourself kindly."

The middle-aged man looked at her for a while, bowed, turned and left.The request to attend for Natsume-sensei has been fulfilled, and Fukuzawa Yukichi, who knew the before and after, was silent for a long time.He couldn't comment on the entanglement between Yada Fubuki and Mori Ogai, he could only say that there was cause and effect, and he hoped that she would stop there and not go on the path of hopelessness.

The girl who returned the half salute lowered her eyes and quickly returned to normal.

——He knew that Mori Ogai had died long ago, but he assumed a tacit attitude, which should be due to a higher authority playing a role in it.

Although I don't know why... But I am not in a hurry to find out where that authority is.

Everything in the mourning hall was as usual, and finally the representatives of the Supernatural Secret Service Division also came to express their concern, and didn't say anything except the scene.Seeing that the time was up, the monks stepped forward and got busy according to the custom.The new leader saluted and thanked the guests. The leader's guards who took turns guarding outside the office stepped forward to lift the coffin, and the cadres followed on both sides to see him off.

There were already vehicles waiting outside for funeral affairs. The guests changed to the seaside venue and continued to drink and exchange feelings. After an hour of leisure, Yata Fubuki reappeared holding a brand new bone jar.

The last Mr. Rimbaud who was "sent off" by her holding the jar twitched the corners of his mouth, and almost whistled and pretended nothing happened. However, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was walking in front of him, couldn't help but want to turn his head back several times.

This child is still too honest to hide things in his heart.

Guangjin Liulang led the way at the forefront and served two generations of leaders. Now he has reached the third generation. The word "cautious" has long been engraved into his bone marrow.

"Boss, we're here." The old man stopped and saluted with one hand on his chest, and the young girl in black kimono walked to the highest point of the cape alone.She opened the seal of the white porcelain jar, and threw a bunch of off-white bits and pieces into the sea.

——Uncle Sen, even you, don't even think about leaving my side.

The change of leader did not cause any internal ups and downs in PortMafia. After the funeral, a meeting of the five major cadres was held step by step.Four of the five people have close personal relationships with the leader. Mr. Da Zuo, who has a slight generation gap with everyone because of age, propped his head up and looked around, knowing in his heart that he was indeed about to retire.

The main content of the meeting had little to do with the handover of power. In fact, this matter had already been secretly passed, and the new leader was not a mascot, so everyone discussed more about the organization's development plan for the next one to three years.It is rare to be surrounded by an excellent natural deep-water port. It would be too wasteful not to make the business as wide and deep as possible.

"The ability business license has been obtained, the security of the organization has been greatly improved, and people with different abilities can also engage in normal business activities. Including but not limited to the Yokohama area, even if you are overseas, you don't have to worry about whether fighting with people with different abilities from other countries will cause harm. Get yourself into trouble."

At the end of the meeting, Fubuki Yata took out the page and circulated it to everyone: "Someone get a frame to hang it on the wall as an ornament. If there is nothing more to say, the meeting ends."

The chief immediately got up to bid farewell, and went back to consider how to retire honorably, while the rest of them leaned back in their chairs, without any crooked image.

The mascot Sanhuamao jumped on the table with a kick on its hind legs, and after looking at it, it chose to fall into a circle on Miss Hongye's lap.

She scratched the cat, and the cat's ears trembled back and forth as if some terrible switch had been pressed.

"It's a little thin..." It was a skinny cat with a skeleton under the fur.

Osamu Dazai on the opposite side "hangs" on the back of the chair: "Should be gaining weight soon, it was a sad stray cat before!"

Nakahara Nakaya has been taken care of by Koyo Ozaki for several years, and he respects her very much. As soon as he heard it, he got off his seat and walked over to look at the three-coloured cat carefully: "Cats eat meat, right? Last time Ango fed it boiled chicken." on."

Surrounded by a group of people, the cat has a strong mentality. Not only did it not panic, it even wanted to meow and yawn.

Seeing that everyone was looking at the cat, Mr. Rimbaud took something out of the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Ms. Yada: ""Phantom of the Opera", the orchestra's world tour, the venue is in Yokohama."

Those are two musical theater tickets, the previous agreement.

The conference room was silent for a few seconds, those who licked cats continued to lick cats, and those who chatted continued to chat.Only the honest boy Zhongyuan Zhong failed to control his expression in time. He turned his blue eyes to look at the "dad" who propped his chin and teased his sister, who seemed to be smiling but actually had no smile at all. The big sister who doesn't mind watching the excitement is hugging the cat and smiling... The orange-haired boy tried to clear his throat, not knowing what to say, so he wiped off his hat and covered his face, pretending to be asleep.

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside. Hirotsu Liunang and Sakaguchi Ango held a teapot and a teacup. The latter put the things down and walked behind the leader naturally: "It's windy at the seaside, it's been blowing all morning, you should rest .”

At this moment, apart from the little snoring of the three-colored cat, the meeting room was silent.

Mr. Rimbaud let go of his hand, and the small pale gold independent space was wrapped with painted tickets, turning over and over to make various tricks.A little cat, a little bear, a pumpkin, a flower, there is no little girl he can't coax.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

angry.

After looking at the [Collection Collection] that was begging for forgiveness around her for a while, Yada Fubuki reached out and took the ticket from the small independent space, looking over and over again at the colorful posters on it, and just when everyone thought she would agree, she turned the ticket on The desktop was pushed back: "Chuya is learning French recently, and you two just happened to watch it together, and after watching it, we will take a tour of the port area."

"Huh?!" Not understanding why the melon would be eaten on his own head, Nakahara Zhongya raised his hat and widened his eyes in disbelief - no, sister, you just threw the pot at me?Is this reasonable?

Rimbaud took a deep look at her, took back the ticket, and slapped the orange-haired boy beside him with his other arm on the shoulder: "In this case, I understand."

"Always so gentle, I really can't do anything about you."

As he said that, he got up and tapped the back of Zhongye's chair: "Go, go to the show. You must know that Boss's French was also taught by me at the beginning. After watching the show, let's have a drink together. I invite you!"

His title has changed.

The boy immediately stopped thinking and grabbed his hat and walked out with him: "I got a new car and haven't driven it yet, let's go out and try the road together!"

"That's really great, Yokohama taxis are so expensive, it's more exciting than robbery..."

The strange Shura field ended as soon as it was announced, and Miss Hongye, who was not watching, stood up holding the cat: "I still have some things to do, let's go first." Even Dazai Osamu dragged Sakaguchi Ango out: "Hezhi Tian Zuo made an appointment to read his manuscript together today, goodbye!"

The guy turned his head and slapped the black-haired young man with disdain: "Is there no jealousy in the cafeteria today?" Before anyone could answer, he said loudly, accusingly: "Who is in charge of the logistics, so there can be no more Want to buy some vinegar?"

"I'm really sorry, the logistics happens to be under my management, please Dazai-kun write a report next time to explain the cause of the damage!"

Yada Fubuki: "..."

One by one, you just left the boss in the office after seeing enough excitement?

……

bar.

"Don't worry, Ango, I'm definitely on your side~" Osamu Dazai, who was drunk, his eyes sparkling, slapped the table vigorously.

Ango Sakaguchi, completely unaware that tomato juice was mixed with vodka and soda: "Thank you, but please don't." Why is the ceiling spinning?

There are always some people in the world who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic: "No, no, no, I mean, I would rather be poached by you than run back to the original place."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Mr. Sakaguchi felt his forehead get hot, and he slapped the table vigorously together: "If you say anything bad about Fubuki, I will beat you!"

"Well, Dazai, Ango said he was going to beat you." Surrounded in the middle, Sakunosuke Oda put away his manuscript, enjoying the double-channel noise: "That's it for today, the adopted child just passed by here, and we will wait for him to come." Go back to the orphanage..."

Before he finished speaking, a serious boy in a white coat came down the stairs: "Mr. Oda, are you drunk?"

"No." The red-haired young man glanced back at him sideways: "I happened to be talking about you, so you came here. Sit down, Ryunosuke."

"No, I'll wait for your order at any time." The boy's black hair was very interesting, but the ends of his temples were dyed a layer of frost and snow.Oda Sakunosuke was used to ignoring his refusal: "We still have to sit and wait. Dazai, is someone coming to pick you up and Ango?"

"Mr. Guangjin is afraid that he has no skills at all. When did the slug go out and smash the bar and come back with the bill?" Fubuki is causing trouble! You bastard!"

"He hit me? How dare he hit a cadre?!"

Osamu Dazai, who was so shocked that he didn't even want his shoelaces, pointed at Ango Sakaguchi and shook for a while: "Look at the trick!"

The ice puck escaped from the mouth of the cup, and rushed towards the face with the remaining golden liquor.Mr. Sakaguchi, who was drunk, slapped away the unknown object flying towards him at a speed that he would never have when he was sober.He jumped off his seat and rolled up his sleeves, staggered and punched his friend's head...

Ten minutes later, the two PortMafia executives who had a tie were pulled away by the white-haired boy who came to meet him: "Mr. Sakaguchi, Mr. Dazai, stop fighting!"

Anyway, it didn't hurt or itch, and it could even be said that it was a battle of wits and courage across the air, so save a little effort.

The white-haired boy with a milky smile bowed and said goodbye to Sakunosuke Oda: "Mr. Oda, we are leaving now, goodbye."

As he spoke, he picked up the two drunken cats, which were competing to snore one by one, and walked out. The black-haired boy dodged back to make way for him: "Be careful."

"Thank you, my name is Atsushi Nakajima, and I will be with Mr. Dazai from today, maybe we will see each other often in the future." The boy bowed his head politely, and Ryunosuke who made way for him said with a straight face: "Well, next time Ryunosuke Akutagawa, nice to meet you."

The old father of Oda Sakunosuke, who was walking at the end with the manuscript paper, had a pleased face: "It's great, I met a new friend, Ryunosuke."