Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The top floor of the Port Mafia headquarters.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The black-haired man who closed his eyes and meditated on the large sofa suddenly raised his hand to cover the position of his heart. With five fingers, he pinched the original straight coat into deep folds, as if he was trying to suppress the rising pain, and then his lips While raising a helpless wry smile, "Oh, is it almost the limit? The human body is really fragile..."

Even though as a medical staff, he has rescued and sent away many similar lives, he should have adapted to this to a degree of numbness, but when he is faced with the ever-approaching shadow of death, he still has to sigh for the fragility of his body. Voice.

In other words, if he didn't know many ways to delay the symptoms, he might have died long ago, and he wouldn't be able to survive this moment at all.

——Persevere, the plan will be completed soon...

He subconsciously reached into the side pocket, pressed the contents with his fingertips, and outlined the shape of a thin book.Perhaps because of his influence, things that had a real sense of touch at first are getting closer and closer to nothingness, like a handful of clouds or fog, even if they have more sense of existence than air, they also give people a feeling that they will dissipate in the next second. Foreboding.

That is similar to his state, and it is undoubtedly the end of the battle.

The man who hadn't worn a suit for a long time couldn't help loosening his neckline to let himself breathe a little, then turned his gaze to the closed door of the office, waiting patiently for his visitor.

Fortunately, the other party did not delay too long, and soon knocked on the door symbolically, and then pushed it open without waiting for his permission, allowing the two heavy solid wooden doors to open to the left and right , rubbing against the ground to produce harsh and rude movements.

Because he had greeted him in advance, even though the guards outside instinctively tightened their bodies, they did not stop the overly arrogant visitors, and kept their posture like a wooden stake—although the identity of the visitor was special, he could be regarded as a person within the organization. A big man who walks sideways, but at least he maintains some illusion of respecting his superiors every time he comes to the door, and he has never been as irritable as he is today.

If we delve deeper into the origin of this change, it probably dates back to the secret conversation a few days ago...

In short, when he left the chief's office last time, this lord had an unprecedented gloomy expression, as if he was about to shoot and kill, which made the legs of all the unlucky people in the office weak with Dazai ptsd symptoms go weak , I can't wait to hug my leader's thigh and cry: What terrible order did you give Mr. Dazai?Why does he have the negative words "Just let's all die together" written all over his face!

Generally speaking, no one can read the psychological activities of the Humanoid Nightmare Maker, so since everyone knows it, it means that the end of the world is coming soon, right? !

Compared with the previous two days, the panic in the hearts of the defenders reached a new height again at this time, and they hardly dared to take a breath, for fear that they would be silenced on the spot if they made a slight noise.

Dazai Osamu, who was the focus of the line of sight, had no intention of restraining himself, and walked straight in front of the man at this moment, relying on the short-term height difference caused by the difference in posture between the two, looked down at his slightly pale face condescendingly, suddenly Lightly opened his mouth and mocked: "I am the one who works hard, why do I feel that Mr. Sen has a face of working overtime for ten days, it is really ugly~"

"You don't need to say it jokingly, Dazai-kun."

Faced with such a "kind greeting", his teacher in another sense showed a standard smile for a bear child. It was obviously a conditioned reflex after taking the baby for too many years, and even lowered his voice, which made him hold his breath for a while.Especially after discovering that he had successfully brought back the results of the mission, the other party praised him sincerely: "Well done, as expected of—"

"Forget it, I'm really not used to 'Mr. Mori' being so pleasant to me, please maintain a businesslike attitude." Unbearable, he had no choice but to directly grab the white and put forward his request in one go.As everyone knows, the more he refuses to be treated as a child, the more it proves that his temper and temperament are immature. If it is replaced by another one who is wearing a boy's shell and gets along with Kurihara Tsuru, he probably will not protest at all.

For someone who's been through a lot, it's a good experience to be treated like a child once in a while.

The black-haired boy, who didn't know that he escaped the severe trauma of his life under the influence of butterfly wings, curled his lips, and continued to complain in a long voice: "Anyway, you are all egoists through and through, no matter what is different in appearance, the essence is Still similar, so it might as well make me feel like a tool guy."

"Hmm, this is the first time I've heard someone treat themselves as a tool man." Maybe it's been a long time since I've seen a lively (?) version of Osamu Dazai, and Mr. Dean, who has seen through his true colors, couldn't help laughing, and it was hard to restrain his lips Bian Yue raised his smile higher and higher—it can’t be helped, after being backstabbed by a student who usurped the throne and thrown into the orphanage, his own temper has really changed a lot, and it’s hard to be as narrow-minded as before.

Alas, it seems that he really failed in the past.

Probably feeling his mood swings, the supernatural body standing aside and acting as a vase transformed on the spot, from a cute little lolita to the stature that should be Yujie in an instant, shrugged and pretended to be helpless: "Who said No? If it was possible, I would have left with Xiao She in my arms, who wants to accompany an old man who can't walk."

"Oh, that's too much to say, Alice..."

"Wow - no matter how many times I've watched it, I still find it amazing that Mr. Mori's bad sex. Osamu Dazai, who understood all the inside information on the first day when the "abnormality" appeared, applauded with dignity, as if he was a super cheerleader, but he was betrayed by the tone of the stick.

Seeing this, Mr. Dean maintained an awkward but polite smile, and responded firmly: "How can people remain the same... But this is not the key issue today, let's talk about business."

The moment the voice fell, the eyes of several people in the room moved accordingly, and fell on two figures, one tall and one short, behind the black-haired boy at the same time.

Obviously, he witnessed the master-student dialogue full of slots, and his stomach is probably full of questions, but the white-haired boy who plays the role of complaining every day seems to have lost the sky (spirit) line (soul). She shrank her neck blankly.

It didn't look like a majestic big tiger, but it looked like a little sheep strayed into a pack of wolves, as if it was about to bleat tremblingly in the next second.

In fact, it's no wonder that he would be cowardly, because no one who is surrounded by outlaw lunatics with shining eyes, who has the horrifying illusion of being scanned up and down by X-rays all the time, can't keep calm, right?

——Help, help, how tortuous is his fate to fall into the current Shura field in the physical sense!

In conscience, if the guy watching him is not too fanatical, just looking at the appearance, the long-haired beauty between a teenager and a young man can be described as "stunning", and her outstanding appearance can be called A gift from God, one glance is enough to capture a heart.

Silver hair and red eyes, cold and detached temperament, plus a good family background... A perfect example of a noble son, he should be at the top of all living beings and be looked up to by all.

It's a pity that if you have too much, you will easily lose your sense of security. The young master who is brave enough to die will play a good hand of cards until he dies worthless. The filth of human beings was used to bury him, and he was turned into a half-human, half-ghost state by his supernatural power "Long Yanjian", wandering around the world in a daze.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai had the ability to dig him out to work, otherwise he might not even know whether he was dead or alive.

Of course, before "inviting" him over, he needed to find out exactly what happened in the orphanage back then, so now that he knew the truth, he was even more unwilling to let Atsushi Nakajima, who had been brutally murdered by him, go from time to time. There are still some spine-chilling lines muttering in the mouth.

"The brilliance of life is so dim, you have to reactivate it to see more..."

"If he hadn't been useful..."

Even though she is in the form of Yujie, Alice's nature still overlaps with the loli version of herself. It is difficult to face the problem without putting aside her personal emotions. At this moment, it is inevitable that her fists will be stiff, and there is an urge to blow him away. , "I really want to kill him directly. Speaking of which, he has become like this, as long as he finds the right method, he can be 'resurrected' again and again, right?"

As she spoke, her gloomy blue eyes suddenly brightened a little, she looked sideways at the man beside her, and put forward her request in front of everyone.

"Then please, Lin Taro, remember not to play him to death completely, and leave it to me to deal with it, okay?"

"Be polite, Alice."

Mori Ogai corrected Junjun's bad speech like a loving elder who taught the bear child, but there was no mercy in those long and narrow purple eyes, like an iceberg showing a corner of illusion, hiding [-]% of the truth on the water Below, so it looks particularly lacking in deterrence.

"After all, we asked Shibusawa-kun to come over to 'help', so we should show some kindness as a landlord." He smiled, turned his gaze to the black-haired boy not far away, and continued meaningfully: "Dazai-kun is the most If you know how to entertain guests, let you help."

"Hey, you really like to order people around as always, Mr. Mori." The young cadre who was named tilted his head, and the smile on his lips suddenly rose a little, as if he saw a toy cat, grinding his paws Think about how to play pranks happily to get the highest pleasure.

That appearance frightened the white-haired boy behind him to shrink into a ball immediately, but he grabbed his collar with his backhand as if he had been prepared to stop such timid avoidance behavior, and then leaned into his ear, confided embarrassment on the spot Explosive news like thunder:

"Dun Jun... Well, it's inexplicably easy for Dun Jun to say. I said, Dun Jun doesn't remember what happened back then? You know, your friend was killed by him in front of your eyes. .”

"—Is it really okay to just escape from reality like this?"