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Osamu Dazai didn't care what kind of anger Zhongya was getting into, anyway, Zhong also definitely wouldn't let go of what he was doing and come over in person to push him back to work.

So, the most important thing now is to travel with Zhijun, so as not to face the boring document report.

He sat in the co-pilot happily, listening to the sound of Zhijun's mobile phone, and inserted a few words of complaint from time to time, so angry that Zhong Yuanzhong, who was opposite the mobile phone, wanted to strangle him to death in the air.

"Zhi-kun, please take care of me~ just take care of me~"

Just ignore that black slug.

Dazai Osamu's sticky words shocked Nakahara Nakahara, who heard the voice coming from the phone, and couldn't help wondering whether the mackerel had broken his head or whether it could be cured.

No one would be so shameless, right?

He urged those who could do the work to run away with him, and shamelessly tried to disrupt the conversation between him and Feng Xinzhi while they were on the phone.

Except for critical moments, this kind of leader is not reliable at all other times, let alone the suffocating behavior of this bastard sneaking out to give himself a holiday.

It is not impossible to spare a few days of vacation time, and the port Mafia is not a black-hearted company that squeezes the labor force too much. As long as Osamu Dazai makes this request, even if he works more overtime in these few days, it can still be satisfied.

However, this dog didn't say hello at all, and just ran away after abducting Feng Xinzhi, who would work hard.

He was blacklisted for not answering the phone call, and now he is making trouble again, preventing Feng Xinzhi from talking to him, it is simply shameless.

Dazai Osamu is definitely the most annoying person among the people he has known in his life, not one of them.

"Yeah, I haven't spoken for so long, hang up, hang up."

Hearing the voice of Osamu Dazai on the phone urging him to hang up, Chuya Nakahara was so angry that he laughed back, just as he was about to yell at Osamu Dazai for not being human, he heard the blind tone of the phone being hung up.

Nakahara Chuya: ...?

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the phone interface for a while, his face gradually lost expression, and there was no trace of warmth in his cobalt blue eyes.

Damn it, Osamu Dazai, you are dead, just wait until you come back and work overtime.

He didn't continue to make calls, but after thinking about it, he decided to go back to the chief's office to get the silver oracle.

Anyway, the leader doesn't mind delegating power, so why is he still struggling as a cadre?

If Osamu Dazai really dared to go out for four or five days, this silver oracle would really be of great use.

Not more than ten minutes later, Zhongyuan Zhongya stepped into the chief's office again. While picking up the silver oracle, he saw the black coat and red scarf hanging on the coat rack in the compartment.

That red scarf once belonged to the leader of Xiandaisen, but now it is hung in the office of the current leader.

There are indeed many controversial points about the death of Chief Mori, but under Dazai Osamu's thunderous discipline, all those who dared to raise objections were dealt with.

No one dared to confront the new leader, especially without any superiority in force.

Because of him, Nakahara Chuya unequivocally sided with Osamu Dazai and became the guard who intercepted all attacks for him.

The force is insurmountable, and the strategy is difficult to succeed. The interior of the port Mafia quickly adapted to the change of the leader, and the ancestors gradually became a forgotten person.

However, Nakahara also remembered very clearly that apart from being tricked by Osamu Dazai when he joined the port of Mafia, what convinced him was Mori Ogai's idea of ​​a leader.

The leader is the slave of the organization, and will work tirelessly for the better development of the organization, no matter what means.

So even though there were many doubts, he still chose to support Osamu Dazai at the beginning, because Dazai's resourcefulness and superior leadership would definitely make the port Mafia stronger.

In fact, it is true that the port of Mafia, which quickly passed the turmoil of the replacement, is indeed stronger than in the hands of the previous generation. The dark night of Yokohama is firmly in the hands of Osamu Dazai, and there is even a tendency to expand.

It's just that Osamu Dazai's nature of fishing has relapsed now, and it is estimated that it is still the kind that cannot be cured.

Nakahara also thinks that now I have to ask Dazai port Mafia and Fengxinzhi which one you choose, this dog probably chooses Fengxinzhi without saying a word, and maybe he will add another sentence, how can Mafia, a mere port, be compared with his Zhijun .

Then what the hell did you fight for the position of leader?

The breath was stuck in his heart and he couldn't vomit it out or swallow it, and Nakahara Chuya kept his face cold and silent, and he kept cursing Dazai Osamu for being not a human being.

Go on your vacation trip, since you have chosen a superior leader, then plan to be a social animal!

Things like running away temporarily, it really is the problem of Osamu Dazai himself.

How can Xiu, when this bastard comes back, even if Feng Xinzhi stops him, he will have to beat him hard to calm down.

……

Osamu Dazai, who hung up the phone on purpose, blinked his eyes amid Feng Xinzhi's raised eyebrows, showing a cute smile, and he didn't seem guilty at all for hanging up the phone, he was very righteous.

Originally, Zhijun was just here to play with him, so why bother with Zhongye.

He kept the Oracle of Silver. If Zhong failed to manage the port Mafia well, then he can't be blamed, it can only mean that Zhong can't do it.

He and Zhikun don't want other people to disturb his trip.

Osamu Dazai, who had leisurely strolled around the mall for a long time, chose a high-end clothing store, rolled his eyes a few times, picked out a few clothes from the clothes on the wall, and stuffed them into Feng Xinzhi's hands. It is obvious.

it is as expected.

From the moment he stepped into this clothing store, Feng Xinzhi knew what he was about to face. He took a light look at the clothes in his hand and didn't find it unacceptable.

Isn't it just a dress-up game? Apart from being a bit boring, he believes that he can do it, that's...

"Put down the dress, Mr. Zhi."

Give up, he won't wear it.

Osamu Dazai, who wanted to stuff a piece of women's clothing into a pile of clothes, turned his face away guiltily, spread his hands to show that he hadn't done anything, but stared at the fairy-like floor-length dress, feeling very pity.

What a beautiful dress, it would be even more beautiful if it was worn on Zhijun.

He tried to discuss it, and struggled to speak: "How about we wear it together?"

If you can make Zhijun change into a skirt, then he will be worth anything.

Feng Xinzhi stared at him quietly, hoping that Osamu Dazai would take back such demented speeches and pick up the broken morals by the way.

The shopping guide who was serving the whole process was not obvious on the face, but was extremely confused in his heart. He felt that the customer who was picking clothes in front of him was not ordinary.

Is this the hobby of rich people? Sure enough, ordinary people can't understand it.

"Change this for this."

"This dress looks better with a long hem."

"Change to another one, Zhijun."

Osamu Dazai, who was struggling to choose clothes, finally realized the joy of this little dress-up game, and gradually understood a certain leader of the previous generation who was obsessed with changing skirts for his own superhuman body.

However, he is not the kind of poor guy who is so bored that he changes clothes for himself (the supernatural body). His dress-up doll (crossed out) and his young master are alive, so they are not pre-set personality.

It's so good-looking and awesome. If he didn't want to attract the attention of some garbage, he could post photos of Zhijun on the internal forum of Mafia at the port.

Hey, hey, don't do this, how can Zhijun's photos go out, what if someone shamelessly licks the photos, it's not allowed.

Feng Xinzhi, who could see what Osamu Dazai was thinking, looked at another new style in his hand, but he didn't feel impatient.

Except for women's clothing, changing clothes can be done as Mr. Zhi pleases.

He tore off his tie, and unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, revealing a bit of fair skin from his neck to his collarbone. Just as he was about to go to the fitting room to change into the new clothes in his hand, he saw Osamu Dazai move.

Osamu Dazai, who felt bad when he saw Zhijun pulling off his tie, looked sharply at the shopping guide who was arranging clothes, and after making sure that the other party didn't notice the situation, he immediately stood up and walked towards Feng Xinzhi.

"What, what, you have to wear your clothes well, so you can't do this."

Boys have to be more careful, people are unpredictable, just in case someone is just like this.

The deep meaning hidden in these words made Feng Xinzhi slightly silent, although he felt that it was nothing, but still quietly accepted Mr. Zhi's kindness.

Osamu Dazai leaned in front of Feng Xinzhi, and under his slightly puzzled eyes, he buttoned the top two buttons of his shirt tightly until he made sure that nothing was exposed before letting Feng Xinzhi go. fitting room.

In the spacious fitting room, looking at the top buttons in the mirror, Feng Xinzhi hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning them, because the new clothes were also shirts.

Changing clothes is not troublesome, but the shopping guide lady looked at Mr. Zhi with increasingly wrong eyes, as if she was saying that she was not very old, why did she have the habit of changing clothes like dolls, and it was too indecent up.

He felt that there was no way to refute this matter.

Was it really influenced by Mori Ogai of this world?

It turns out that the world's father had such a strong desire to change clothes when he was a child, and it's no longer like this when he grows up.

In the end, Osamu Dazai bought all the dozens of sets of clothes he had tried on with a big wave of his hand, saying that he would store them in the store first, and someone would come to pick them up the next day.

So after a day of shopping, Osamu Dazai didn't carry a big bag or a small bag, and took Feng Xinzhi to the food street with his hands empty, and played around for a long time.

“Hot Springs!”

When the sky was about to darken, Osamu Dazai immediately became excited, pulled Feng Xinzhi's sleeves, and changed lanes to the reserved hot spring hotel.

However, when he saw those inexplicably extra people in the hotel, the ever-richer smile in Osamu Dazai's eyes froze.

What's going on, he remembered that when he made the reservation, he booked the remaining vacancies together, how did the people from the detective agency book this hotel.

"The boss invited me here."

Changing into a hot spring yukata inside and wearing a warm jacket outside, Edogawa waved to Feng Xinzhi in a random step, and glanced lightly at a certain port Mafia leader beside Feng Xinzhi.

Before, didn't he say in the car to Hakone, get off and see you.

Osamu Dazai didn't see it from that angle, so he can be blamed for not being able to.