The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Mori Owai worked overtime until he was about to vomit blood.

On another night of sleepless nights and overtime work, Ogai Mori felt that he needed a shot of glucose to hang himself, and he was about to die of exhaustion in front of the desk.

Recently, the rumors about [Book] have intensified, and they are constantly adding fuel and vinegar in the spread. Now the myth of [Book] has almost become something like Aladdin's magic lamp, which can satisfy all people's greed.

Mori Ogai urgently formulated many plans, but those blindfolded by desire/desire have no sense at all, and more and more forces are drawn into this war, making the situation in Yokohama as complicated as if Like a ball of wool that a cat rolls over.

And the deeper the investigation, the more Mori Ogai discovered that "The Rat of the Dead House" was active in different events in Yokohama.

The funny mouse head logo spread like a virus, hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity to move, causing chaos in Yokohama, and the port mafia was under increasing pressure.

Mori Ogai hated the [Rat of the Dead House], an organization that came from Russia and disturbed Yokohama, but he couldn't do anything about it for a while.

As the name suggests, [Rat of the Dead House] is like a mouse running around, destroying the owner's house and stealing food.But it is like a web-spinning insect that runs away when it hears a strange noise, too sharp to catch.

Several times when people from the port mafia arrived, they could only see an evacuated abandoned base, and a huge mouse head mockingly made a strange laugh.

This matter involved Mori Ogai too much energy, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.Occasionally when he looked in the mirror, he felt that his hairline seemed to have moved back a lot.

Even his humanoid supernatural ability Alice began to dislike him, saying that he was about to be middle-aged and bald, which broke Mori Ogai's heart.

—Even if Alice changed into five pretty little dresses, she couldn't coax him well.

Unless ten.

When Mori Ogai looked up at the time, he suddenly realized that it was already so late, even his stomach was empty and protested.

The leader's room shrouded in darkness was empty, only his figure sitting alone behind the long table, and occasionally a few explosions in the city lit up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, making him even more alone.

Mori Ogai thought for a while, and happily decided to pull Dazai to work overtime with him.

However, the internal call was made to the secretary's office, but Mori Ogai only got the answer from the other party that "the Dazai cadre left the headquarters a few hours ago".

"Leader, please wait a moment. I'll contact Dazai immediately." After making inquiries, the secretary said, "The combat team who just patrolled the street has reported the whereabouts of Dazai. It seems that the cadre went to Christmas with friends."

"Christmas?" Mori Ogai repeated in doubt, and then suddenly realized that today is Christmas.

At the same time, the photos taken by the combat team were also sent to Mori Ogai's terminal.

In the photo, Osamu Dazai and a red-haired young man can be vaguely seen through the window. They are surrounded by a table full of sumptuous dishes, smiling extremely happily, which is exactly the festive atmosphere.

Mori Ogai's stomach groaned again inappropriately.

Mori Ogai: "..."

Isn't he a bit miserable as the leader?

On Christmas Eve, his subordinates were having a big dinner, and he was working overtime - still hungry.

Mori Ogai fell backwards abruptly, not caring about his own image for a while in the unmanned leader's room, looking like he was tired and hungry after working overtime, and was about to die from overwork.

He was about to call other cadres to the chief's room when he suddenly stopped.

Wait, in that photo just now... I seem to see something familiar.

Mori Ogai quickly sat up straight and re-examined the photo seriously.

In the corner of the photo, there is a bit of blurry silvery white in the blur, which will be ignored if you don't look carefully.

But it made Mori Ogai feel a little doubt in his heart.

—Where did you see it?

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After Christmas comes the New Year.

On such a grand day as the New Year's Eve, it is rare for all gangs in Yokohama to reach a temporary ceasefire agreement under the leadership of the port mafia, so that citizens can go out, purchase ingredients to participate in festivals and temple fairs, and have a passable New Year.

The citizens, who could breathe a sigh of relief after a long absence, walked out of their homes one after another, and secretly thanked the port mafia.

Many people feel that Yokohama still needs a leader. It has been doing well under the management of the port mafia for decades, but now it is disturbed by the struggles caused by other gangs.

For a while, because of this incident, the reputation of the port mafia among the citizens soared.

——The original reason for Mori Ogai to do this was the resentment of starving and working overtime alone on Christmas Eve.

There was also cheers inside the Port Mafia. Many members hadn't been home for several months, and they lived and ate in the headquarters building. Hurry up and take this opportunity to go home to pick up some things, or go out to enjoy the New Year in a relaxed way.

Then many people found that during the few months when they were not at home, their homes were affected by gang fights, bombed beyond recognition, and even ransacked.

After receiving the complaining message from an unknown number of people, Kazama Yuanlan laughed out loud.

"Mr. Kazamain is in a good mood today?"

Lan Kazamain heard the sound and looked up, and saw Ango Sakaguchi also came to register to leave the headquarters building.

"Many people go home after many months, only to find that their homes are too damaged to live in, and they have to come back in despair."

Kazama Yardan was wearing a thin red knitted jacket, which looked soft and casual, and it coincided with the festival by coincidence.

He smiled and asked: "Mr. Sakaguchi hasn't been home for a long time, I hope everything is fine at home."

Ango Sakaguchi is not very worried about this: "I live in a hotel, so this kind of thing should not happen."

"Then, Mr. Kazamain, Happy New Year."

Ango Sakaguchi said that he was about to leave, but was stopped by Ran Kazamain.

"Odasaku said last night that he would invite Mr. Sakaguchi to celebrate New Year's Eve together. If Mr. Sakaguchi doesn't have an appointment tonight, would you like to come together? Tonight I will be making soba noodles and cakes."

Kazamain Lan looked sincere and said with a smile: "Odasaku cares about his friend Mr. Sakaguchi very much. If he can spend New Year's Eve with you, he will be very happy too."

Sakaguchi Ango was startled.

Since the last time I had a drink with Oda Sakunosuke, they quickly formed a friendship.But he didn't expect that Yuanlan Kazama would notice this.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Ango Sakaguchi declined with a smile: "I also have to go back to the change of clothes-the port mafia really squeezes people, I haven't had a decent bath and sleep for almost a month I feel like I'm about to stink."

"Hey, this problem is easy to solve." Kazamain Lan immediately gave an expression of "I can answer this question", and taught Ango Sakaguchi his experience: "As long as you lie flat and have enough salt, no one can squeeze you."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Occasionally, I would have the urge to beat up Lan Kazama.

After saying goodbye to Ango Sakaguchi, Ran Kazama soon waited for Sakunosuke Oda.

"Odasaku, do you want to go to the temple to pray together after dinner?" Kazama Yonran naturally hugged Fukui Hui, who was getting heavier, and took her lover's hand with a smile: "If you don't bring these little ones, Just the two of us."

"I heard that the temple on the mountain is very lively every New Year's Eve, and there are festivals to watch. We can also buy a few blessing bags and other small things."

Kazama Yonlan said casually: "It's also a famous temple that protects marriage and love over there."

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated: "However, Chuya and Dazai will come today, and I will hand Kei to them. I always feel that I will see some unbearable scenes when I go home, such as demolition of the house or something."

Kazema Yardan: Tsk.

"Then take them with you." He hummed heavily, and then asked his lover, "Odasaku, do you think our house is too small?"

Oda Sakunosuke was surprised: "Huh?"

"Recently, I often come here, but if you want to stay overnight, it's not okay to let him share a bed with Dazai. I will tear down the house and let him sleep on the sofa. Although the length is just right, it's too cold this season."

Lan Kazama said sincerely: "Hui also grows up very fast, and he will be a big child soon, so he should have his own room. Now the house is like this, and it is completely impossible to live in."

"Then, let's pick and choose when you have time." Oda Sakunosuke thought about it for a while, and thought it was true.

But now that Yokohama is in such a mess, there are no houses or agencies that can trade with peace of mind...

Lan Kazama was not worried about this at all, but on the way home, they saw a long queue at the entrance of the lottery shop from a distance, and many citizens who rarely came out were rushing to buy year-end lottery tickets.

"Let's queue up too, maybe we can win a prize."

Kazamain Ran's enthusiastic proposal, although Oda Sakunosuke was not interested in these, he still followed him and lined up together.

Hearing their conversation, the old woman in front turned around with a kind smile and said, "Is it a good luck to see next year's luck? It's good to win a small prize. Even if you don't win, it can be regarded as praying for this war to go away sooner." In the past, Yokohama returned to what it was before.”

The people around listened and nodded in agreement.

The end-of-year lottery is a rare way for Yokohama citizens to entertain themselves in the difficult days. Whether they win or not, it is a kind of expectation for the coming year.

Lan Kazamain replied with a smile: "It will be over soon, after all, the port mafia has such a good leader."

——In the new year, I hope you will work hard, leader. I still want to work in the port mafia for the rest of my life.

When he was in line at Kazama Yard, he chose ten lottery tickets without hesitation. After the envelope with a cute smiling face was drawn, he thanked the clerk, then turned around and stuffed the envelope into Oda Sakunosuke's pocket. By the way, he also stuffed his palm into the pocket, interlocking his lover's fingers.

"The funds for our house change are in your hands. You must keep them safe. We can see if we have won the lottery when we are on the way to the temple after dinner."

Kazamain Lan smiled brightly, and Oda Sakunosuke was infected by his expectations and laughed out. It is not a bad thing to mention that winning the 100 million fixed-value lottery is a difficult thing.

Only Megumi Fukuro, who watched the whole process, and Osamu Dazai, who heard about the incident after returning home, cast suspicious glances at Lan Kazamain.

——This guy doesn't have a personality that knows how to buy lottery tickets. Why did he suddenly change today?

Fu Heihui, who had observed Kazama Courtyard Lan for a long time, found him even more weird: so sure?It seems that what he said has not come to fruition, so can he really win the lottery?