The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Lan Kazama stood outside the headquarters building to calm down for a long time, and then walked towards the building with a smile that could not be concealed.

It just so happened that a team of mercenaries had just finished reporting at the headquarters building and were about to set off for the mission location.The heavily armed elite soldiers left through the gate with sharp and surprisingly fast steps.

Kazama Yonlan glanced over the mercenaries indifferently, nodded with imperceptible satisfaction, and then walked towards the security room.

Because Oda Sakunosuke took home all the knitted fabrics he put in the security room to clean, and Kazama Rin, who had just returned to work, hadn't had time to re-arrange the cold metal chairs into a soft look.

So the security room looked too simple at first glance, consistent with the style of the port mafia.

Just one more guest who shouldn't be here.

The slender boy in a thick black coat sat reclined on a chair, playing a game console boredly.His pair of long legs overlapped, his expression was sleepy, with the ultimate beauty of decadence and sorrow.

There was no one inside and outside the security room, so it should have been cleared in advance.

Seeing Kazama Inlan's figure from the reflection of the glass around him, Osamu Dazai let out a "tsk", and threw aside the game console that lost a round because of his teammates.

He raised his kite-colored eyes as clear as glass, and looked at the silver-haired young man standing at the door with a smile.

"Yo, Kazamain Lan." Osamu Dazai lazily raised his hand to support his delicate chin, and said, "Some things are not suitable for asking you in front of Odasaku. Time and place to chat with you. So I took advantage of the gap between tasks to ask someone to clear the field, I have some questions, and I want you to answer them."

Even if the new year is over this winter, Osamu Dazai is only 15 years old.

But when he lowered his face and let the sharpness hidden under the laughter appear unreservedly, a powerful and heavy aura swept over him, wading through countless darkness of death, enough to make a real ordinary person Startled and even weak-legged.

However, Kazamain Lan only lifted her long silver eyelashes, and those blue eyes that still had a smile looked at Osamu Dazai without any fluctuation, and then calmly walked towards Osamu Dazai with her slender legs.

"Actually, Dazai doesn't need to go to such great lengths. As long as you leave Oda Writer, don't hold back. In exchange, I will answer every question."

Kazamain Lan didn't have the slightest sense of being scrutinized by a mafia official.

He naturally pulled the chair across from Osamu Dazai and sat down, raised his eyes with a smile, and looked very frank.

Osamu Dazai automatically ignored Kazamain Lan's words asking him to leave Oda Writer, and asked straightforwardly: "Recently, you made the suggestion that the low-level staff should be buried as soon as possible?"

Lan Shi of Kazama Yard nodded, with a cheerful look that she could say nothing to others.

"I have to admit that it is the overly intimate relationship between you and Oda Saku that has affected my judgment." After receiving an affirmative answer, Osamu Dazai's eyes turned cold: "I summarized my doubts about you before as a relationship with you." It's a hasty conclusion about Odasaku."

"Sure enough, my intuition was correct when I first saw you in the headquarters building. You are suspicious enough."

Osamu Dazai counted in detail: "Twice "resurrected from the dead" was lucky, but as a low-level member, he was able to incite more than half of the middle and low-level members of the entire port mafia to collectively speak out and submit proposals upwards, forcing the leader to take time out of his busy schedule deal with this."

"I don't think this is something that an ordinary low-level member can do. You have been filled with too much information that does not match your identity from the very beginning." Osamu Dazai asked calmly, "Kazama Inlan, who are you? "

Lan Kazama raised her eyebrows, and replied with a smile: "Officer Dazai confused me."

"I'm Kazama Yonlan, just a small person watching the gate." Kazama Yonlan slowly leaned forward, crossing her hands on her long legs that were wide open.

The silver-white half-length hair slid down from his shoulders, blocking Osamu Dazai's view of his expression.

"But, Officer Dazai. Even a small person, there are things that a small person can do."

Kazama Yonlan's voice was low, and her bass-like timbre was bewitching: "You think I'm forcing the leader to make a decision, but why don't you think that this is just the struggle of a small person?"

Osamu Dazai looked suspiciously at the young man in front of him. Although he had many doubts, he was strangely soothed by his deliberately adjusted tone of voice, willing to sink his mind and listen to him defend himself.

"Officer Dazai, since before I joined the Port Mafia, Yokohama has been in chaos on the brink of order, and the number of deaths of the Port Mafia continues to hit new highs. I know that a powerful person with supernatural powers can decide the entire battle situation, Even when the situation is reversed and the balance is broken, no matter how many ordinary members die, it is not a pity."

Lan Kazamain said in a deep voice: "However, ordinary members are also afraid of death, long for honor, and are also afraid of the death of their own kind. A large number of ordinary members form the entire substructure of the port mafia, and they are unknown in various departments. Assuming the same jobs as ordinary office workers, they have to bear the additional risk of death and injury."

"Officer Dazai, have you ever thought about what will happen when the anxiety and fear of the death of the same kind breaks through the tolerance of other ordinary people? Even sand and gravel can build fortresses. No matter how powerful people with supernatural abilities are, the world will eventually belong to a huge number Ordinary people. Destroying their happiness and life...it shouldn't be."

Dazai was stunned.

He imagined many ways for Kazama Yardan to defend himself, but he never expected to get this kind of answer.

Ran Kazamain went on blusteringly: "In Dazai's opinion, the proposal is to force the leader. However, for the large number of low-level members, this is the last thing they can do for their comrades who fought side by side. It's over. It's their struggle against long-term chaos."

"Whether it's a huge inheritance or an old leader, the lower-ranking members need not only glory and love for Yokohama, but also the dignity of life and death."

"And the most important thing." Lan Kazamain asked quietly: "Officer Dazai, you live with Odasaku every day, and your news channels are wider and deeper than mine. Then why didn't you find out that Odasaku is here?" Pained at not being able to bury his companions?"

Dazai Osamu's face showed a moment of confusion, he moved his lips, but he didn't know how to answer this question.

—He really didn’t notice.

There are very few people who can be called friends by him. If the scope is narrowed down to the port mafia, only Oda Saku is the only one.

As for the rest of the rank-and-file... if he needed to, he had an excellent memory to remember everyone's name and where they came from.But those ordinary members who come and go frequently, wearing uniform black suit uniforms and black sunglasses, to him, are more like NPCs in the game than real people.

The same goes for those in Odasaku's department.

Osamu Dazai just casually threw them aside after confirming that they were not embarrassing Odasaku.

He knew that Odasaku was sad because the entire department was wiped out, and he would rush back from the mission because of this, and wanted to comfort Odasaku.

But that's because he knows that Oda Saku is a person who values ​​affection and righteousness, and he will not be indifferent to the lost people around him.

However, Oda Saku felt pain because those people could not be buried for a long time...

Dazai really didn't know.

"Why do you know?" Dazai asked.

Lan Kazamain smiled: "Officer Dazai's eyes are on the whole world."

"But I have chased and lost the world. I have lost that passion." Lan Kazama stood up slowly, her slender body standing upright.

He said softly: "Now my eyes are only on Oda Tsukuru. For me, Oda Tsukuru is my whole world and everything. I just want to spend peaceful and ordinary days with him, naturally Will care about his every emotion and even the slightest expression."

After finishing the words, Kazamain Lan turned and left, leaving the empty security room to Osamu Dazai.

"Ah, that's right." Lan Kazama, who walked to the door, paused slightly, and said, "I will cook roasted pork tonight, and I will prepare your portion. If the Dazai officer comes back, please come back as soon as possible. I won't help you when the dishes are cold." hot."

Osamu Dazai blinked his kite-colored eyes slowly, watching the young man's tall and slender back gradually disappear from his field of vision.

"Odasaku, is everything to him, isn't it..."

"Odasaku..."

His expression was a little confused, and he whispered, as if caught in some kind of struggle.

……

That day after Kazamain Ran finished chatting with Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai didn't come back for several days.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help being a little puzzled, but was prevaricated by Kazamain who smiled and said that Osamu Dazai, as a cadre, couldn't get away and go home.

The funeral of those companions of Oda Sakunosuke is coming soon.

On that day, Kazama Yonlan carefully tied her silver-white half-length hair behind her head, and wore a black suit.Holding a whole bouquet of white flowers, he attended the funeral of those people with Oda Sakunosuke.

As members of the Port Mafia, those people were buried in a cemetery dedicated to the Port Mafia. The location was selected to have the best view and view.

Because when talking about those companions, Oda Sakunosuke mentioned that they like good weather and bask in the sun, and don't like unventilated places and cold.

So Kazama Yardan used some small methods to arrange the funeral in a cloudless and sunny day, without any trees around the cemetery.

Together, the two laid bouquets for those people.

Oda Sakunosuke was silent the whole time, but he could tell that when he saw that his companions were buried together after death, and they were surrounded by the scenery they liked, his mood relaxed a lot, and his brows were slightly frowned all the time. Stretched out.

Kazama Yardan noticed these small details, and her eyes were also stained with a smile.

After the funeral, the two walked out of the cemetery silently with their hands clasped.

"Lan."

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly called Kazama Inran's name for the first time.

Lan Kazama was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her lover.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his eyes to meet him, and said solemnly: "I heard Dazai say about them, and you managed to do it."

"Thank you." He smiled.

Lan Kazama also laughed.

It was already evening, and suddenly there was light snow in the sky.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand to pick it up in surprise: "This is the first snow this year."

"It's the first snow." Feng Jianyuan Lan replied softly: "May I enjoy the first snow with you every year."