How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

[My life is full of shame. 】

How many times have I tossed and turned alone in the middle of the night, woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and still had a clear pain in my heart.

The scenes that I don’t want to recall, but I can’t forget at all, even the occasional memory fragments will make my breathing unconsciously stagnant.

The reason why the painful past is so painful is to stand at the end of the turbulent time and look back. Knowing how precious things have been missed, there is no way to retrieve them when you reach out——

And in the here and now, when it's really happening in the present moment, it's just a choice you have to make.

Osamu Dazai reached out and picked up the envelope.

The snow-white offset paper is thin and crisp, without any handwriting, as if it was accidentally left here.The seal was simply folded, without glue sealing, perhaps knowing that it would be disassembled soon.

Thin paper envelopes are unlikely to hold much content, in fact, there is not even letter paper inside.

It opened and fell to one side, and what slid out was an unremarkable photo.

With his back facing the laughter and dim lights on the deck, the young man leaned on the railing, with the dark waves rising and falling as the background, his eyes fixed on the small piece of paper in his hand for a moment.

His knuckles turned white involuntarily.

The one in the photo left a deep impression on him. It was the difficult guy whom he had dealt with a few times a long time ago, "The Devil" Fyodor.

There was a playful smile on that disgusting pale face, and his body language was very relaxed. He seemed unaware of the existence of the camera, and was lowering his head to drink tea.

And at this captured moment, the person sitting opposite and talking to him——

He turned his head slightly, revealing a familiar profile with a few strands of hair on his temples.

Even if he appeared on the scene with an indifferent expression that he had never seen before, he could recognize it at the first second of sight. This was the person who was by his side just now, and was about to be given one of the rings in his pocket by a hair's breadth.

is his chosen companion.

I don't know when, where, and secretly meet with his enemy while hiding his whereabouts, staring so intently at that rat in the gutter...

But I still don't know anything, and I am foolishly laughing because of the thoughts in my heart.

The photo was not forged, Osamu Dazai could tell at a glance, if it was deliberately forged, this kind of framing method would be so low-level that he would laugh.

But since it is true, no matter what the sender's purpose is, this photo has turned into a scoop of cold water, pouring down on the feverish head because of the idea of ​​imprisoning Amamiya.

After all, I have only known my secretary for a few years, and it is only recently that I have really warmed up to each other.

Although subconsciously feeling nostalgic, what does Osamu Dazai know about Amamiya Tsui?

He let out a breath slowly in the cold night wind, and after standing still for a while, he let go of his hand silently, allowing the photo to swirl down like a dead leaf in autumn, gradually being soaked in water, Finally submerged in the dark sea waves.

Human words are always false because they subconsciously justify themselves.He would not question Amamiya with such photos of unknown origin, it would be too ugly. On the other hand, Osamu Dazai believed in the evidence collected by himself, dead things that would not lie.

Footsteps at constant intervals came from behind, as soft as a cat, gradually approaching here.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm back."

The man was calling from behind with his usual gentle attitude, which was completely opposite to the one in the photo.

Osamu Dazai turned around slowly, staring intently at the secretary's face.

The latter was slightly surprised, and took a few steps closer: "Did something happen? Your face is a bit ugly."

"……No."

Various thoughts emerged quickly and were dismissed one by one. He opened his lips and finally chose this answer.

Yu Gongcui blinked her eyes, but didn't ask any further questions.

The two stood together beside the railing, looking at the sea horizon that merged with the night sky with their own thoughts.The undulating waves crashed and broke into snow-white sprays on the cruise ship under their feet, as if they were separated into two worlds with an invisible boundary between the banquet venue behind them.

"Rain Palace."

Suddenly being called by name, Amamiya Tsui turned her head, only felt her waist tighten, before she could react, she was surrounded by Osamu Dazai's arms without warning, and hugged her tightly in her arms with her lips pursed.

He was a little surprised, but there was no pushback.

It's not that the usual Osamu Dazai is not clingy, it's just that when outsiders are present, he will pay more or less attention to the image of the Hong Kong/black leader, and will not act too intimately.

Something out of line.

Though thinking this way, the young man silently buried his cheeks on his shoulders as if he had suffered a great grievance, showing a rare fragile side... At this time, it would be too close to push people away Favored.

I was a little overwhelmed for a while, hesitating whether to pat the other person on the back to express comfort.When he was in a dilemma, the young man's deep voice rang in his ears accompanied by the sea breeze.

"Does Yugong trust me?"

He nodded, and raised his hand to smooth the black hair on the back of Jun Dazai's head.

"Whether you will leave, whether you have regrets, whether you trust me or not, no matter how many questions you ask, my answer will always be the same."

The arms around his waist tightened a little, and a slight sigh came from his ears.

Osamu Dazai said, "In that case, I will trust you too."

That photo has been turned into hundreds of copies, floating on the dark bottom of the sea, but something seems to have sunk together, and there is nothing in the chest.

My heart tries to defend you.

——So, please be sure not to betray my trust.

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The combination was defeated and retired, and the Yokohama defense battle was a complete victory. After the banquet, there should have been a period of peaceful life, but for the port mafia, this was not the case.

[The current leader's secretary and deputy of the port mafia, Yu Gongcui, is an undercover agent sent by hostile forces. 】

Obviously possessing that level of ability, how could it be possible to stay in the slums in obscurity for the past ten years?

Although the furious Atsushi Nakajima dealt with it as soon as possible, the impact has already been caused.Grassroots members meet occasionally, exchange meaningful glances from time to time, and speculate with divergent thinking-if they are not dealt with in time, there will undoubtedly be a huge negative impact.

After receiving the report, Osamu Dazai silently glanced at the pills in his hand.

It was brought by Yu Gongcui in the morning. She has been taking it since a few months ago and has never taken it off.That person once joked that it was a poison that would allow people to reach heaven without pain, and he took it without hesitation.

Zhong Yuan, who was waiting at the desk, also pressed the brim of his hat, and urged him irritably.

"What are you going to do?"

Lying on the armchair, he asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" The dark dwarf rolled his eyes, obviously disgusted, "Isn't it because of that that you specially dismissed Yugong? Give evidence to reassure people, and then track down those who spread rumors." Punishment, there are only a few countermeasures, do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

Osamu Dazai held the pills on the table in his palm, stared at them for a while, and then swallowed them with water.

After taking the medicine, he habitually took a candy from the side drawer and stuffed it into his mouth, and gave Zhongya a vague answer.

"I'm already looking for evidence. A single-celled creature like Zhongya who doesn't have a brain won't understand it. If you're so free, why don't you run errands and buy me a crabmeat meal?"

The latter answered his envoy with a loud slam of the door, leaving the huge chief's office to Osamu Dazai alone.

He closed his eyes, feeling the sweetness gradually spreading from the tip of his tongue.

The collection of evidence deliberately avoided Yu Gongcui's eyes and ears, and was carried out with unprecedented detail and intensity. After so long, the results should be sorted out within today.

In the morning, he sent his secretary to go out to work. The location is not too far away. If there is no accident, he will return to Hong Kong/Black at noon.

Yugong should have heard about those lingering rumors to some extent.If you leave now——

Osamu Dazai bit the remaining candy into pieces and swallowed it. For a moment, he didn't know what was going on in his mind. He felt a little tired in addition to the confusion, and he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Back to the anxious state of lying in bed but unable to sleep a long time ago.

When the results of the search are submitted and everything is settled, then life must return to how it was before, right?

Back on the brightly lit cruise ship, the clenched right hand was about to be handed out. The person opposite had crooked eyes and a soft smile, and seemed to be looking forward to it sincerely.

It must be so.

"As long as you wish, I will never leave without authorization" - because that person once promised so.

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When Yu Gongcui returned to Hong Kong/Hei, she found that her boss's condition was as bad as ever.

Still refusing to recuperate and go to the doctor's suggestion, just limply rubbing against his arms like a cat hit by the rain, with no trace of blood on his face, looking extremely listless.

He put the back of his hand on Osamu Dazai's forehead, he was slightly relieved after confirming that he didn't have a fever, and coaxed the troublesome man in a good voice.

"It's time to rest, let's go to sleep for a while."

The young man let out a hum of unknown meaning from his nasal cavity, which was regarded by Yu Gongcui as agreeing, and pulled him out of the office door and walked towards the staff dormitory.

When passing by a familiar room, Osamu Dazai suddenly stopped and grabbed the corner of the secretary's clothes.

He winked at the secretary beside him, and explained in a low voice, "This is my secret room!"

Onlooker Osamu Dazai took out a wire instead of a key from his pocket, and flexibly opened the door two or three times. Amamiya Cui was speechless, and then remembered why this room looked so familiar.

Stepping in behind the young man, the familiar wine glasses, wine bottles, game consoles, low tables, bookcases and iron frame beds, except for the pair of shining silver handcuffs in sight, everything is the same as in the first week, which immediately evoked the profound memories of that time. memories.

The feeling of emotion dissipated within three seconds. He looked away from the broken window glass, picked up Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the carpet and had already picked up the game console, and forced him onto the bed.

He also pretended to be vicious and threatened the boss who was rolling around in protest: "If you don't sleep again, I will handcuff you to the bed."

The latter settled down obediently, hugged the quilt and lay down, and after a while, his breathing became long and soft.

And Yu Gongcui, who was sitting on the sofa, after scanning, finally stopped at the exquisite small box half-opened at the corner of the table.

This is something I have never seen in the first week——

On the pure black velvet, two silver rings staggered from each other were radiating soft light.