Waking up in Taitun

10.

Osamu Dazai once again stepped into the familiar chief's room.He walked into the door, walked back and glanced at the French door of the chief's room and closed it behind him.

Slightly sinking his eyes, Osamu Dazai turned around and looked at Mori Ogai who was smiling with his hands crossed and his face not far in front of him.

"Did you call me too often recently, leader?" the young man complained, "Even if the organization is really not stable recently, the leader can't catch me and kill me alone."

He approached the leader's desk, turned a corner on the way forward, and looked closer at the flowers in the vase on the mahogany table. They were new flowers in the leader's office, and there were still some morning flowers on the pink petals. Lu, presumably it was cut off early in the morning and sent to replace yesterday's old flowers.

Osamu Dazai took one casually, and moved closer to smell the fragrance of the flower. His iris-colored eyes were filled with the delicate flower, and the boy stared at it for a long time, showing some affectionate, partial With some gentle love, the curvature of the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth did not change, and his eyes were filled with smiles, quietly watching the cadre's next actions.

Dazai Osamu's hands were abnormally white, and his fingertips were interspersed among the pink, extremely vibrant petals. At first, he gently stroked the petals with a little tenderness and fatigue, but just let others When he thought how much he loved this flower, he flipped his fingertips to hold the previous flower, pulled slightly with a little force, and the petals were pulled and broken.

The pink petals, which gradually turned to light purple, drifted slowly from Dazai Osamu's hands and fell to the ground. Mori Ogai's eyes moved slightly and landed on the fingertips of the other party, watching Dazai Osamu tearing it off with indifference and emotion was considered a When the petals were delicate, the pupils deepened, and the expression on his face remained unchanged. The leader closed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Because Dazai, you are my most reliable cadre."

Osamu Dazai dragged out his tone, and responded in an inaudible tone: "That's really an honor."

Mori Ogai just squinted his eyes and smiled, showing a very generous smile like an elder to the cadres: "After all, Dazai's talent is rare and powerful. I can't let the talents of my subordinates be wasted like this."

"That's it." Osamu Dazai was still holding the flower branch with half of the petals left in his hand, his eyes fell on the incomplete flower branch, even though the remaining petals were still as vibrant as before, showing a bit of surprise, he also felt that He was bored at first, so he lost interest in tearing off the remaining half. Osamu Dazai turned his wrist, loosened the fingertips holding the flower branch slightly, and the flower branch just fell on the carpet like that.

The action of him casually discarding the flowers and branches was mixed with indifference, but the young man reflected in Sen Ogai's eyes just sighed, then laughed out of his temper and said, "Forget it, after all, Mr. Sen is the leader, I have to listen to you The command."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and smiled, and repeated it very simply: "After all, Mr. Mori is the leader."

"Yes," Mori Ogai grasped the meaning behind what he said, so he couldn't help but suppress his smile with his eyes slightly calm, but the conversation suddenly changed, and the leader smiled: "At that time, the former leader passed on Dazai was the only notary present when I was there."

He spoke in a reminiscent tone, his expression changed and he showed a bit of helplessness: "Accordingly, it has been a long time since then."

Mori Ogai smiled, and subconsciously moved his crossed fingers in front of him, his eyes swayed casually to catch up with Osamu Dazai's expression: "I might not be the leader of the port mafia when the time comes, maybe One term is Dazai."

"That will have to wait until Mr. Mori can't be the leader." Osamu Dazai calmed down and replied with an inorganic voice.

They were talking tentatively and confronting each other like this. On the surface, the two of them fought each other back and forth like smiling tigers, but the tentative intention hidden in the words was obvious.

Alice was sitting behind Mori Ogai, she was sitting by the window, the drawing board was leaning on her bent legs, the girl was quite concentrating on drawing the painting on her hands.

Osamu Dazai took two steps forward, showing a very interested look on his face, he wandered to the side of the little blond girl with interest.With a pure smile hidden in his eyes, he looked at the hideous scarlet on the other party's drawing board.

His laughter sounded again, with an inexplicable meaning that made people unable to figure it out.

"Miss Alice still likes to draw as always." He reflected the messy lines slid down by the red paintbrush on the drawing board in his eyes, pretending to be surprised and puzzled: "Speaking of which, since I came in until now, Alice The lady hasn't messed with me like before." He widened his eyes and shouted with a belated look, "Wow, is it possible that Miss Alice has started to hate me?"

The boy ran over to tease the little girl who was incarnated with different abilities, so his back was exposed in front of Mori Ogai's eyes without any warning. Mori Ogai rubbed his crossed fingers slightly, staring at the boy's back with deep eyes, he touched Seeing the arrogance of the other party who was sure that he would not attack him, he sighed a little regretfully, then closed his eyes and returned to an extremely gentle and polite look.

He smiled at Osamu Dazai and said, "Alice just wants to draw seriously."

After Mori Ogai finished speaking, the girl transformed into a supernatural power raised her head to look at Dazai, her sapphire blue eyes flashed, and the originally quiet girl suddenly returned to her usual lively appearance. Said: "Dazai, you bastard, come to disturb my drawing again!"

The girl was spoiled, but did not hide her dissatisfaction and anger towards Osamu Dazai: "The painting you drew for me last time was too much, it was the ugliest painting I have ever seen!"

While saying this, she threw down the paintbrush and jumped off the window sill again. She didn't go close to Dazai Osamu, but just stomped her feet on the spot twice, and looked at Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai with the innocence and arrogance of a little girl. , and then muttered that I was going to play with Guangjin, then ran out and left.

"Miss Alice still has this personality." Dazai Osamu said with some regret, and he didn't know what he was regretting.

"Don't say that." Mori Ogai chuckled, "Alice still likes Dazai."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes: "I know," he said, then raised his eyes and asked inexplicably, "Mr. Hemori likes me the same, doesn't he?"

Mori Ogai also lowered his gaze, as if he sensed something, and after a few moments he half-raised his gaze to look at the young man who was directing his gaze to him. The leader slightly softened his tone, but still seemed to be He responded as if he didn't notice anything.

"Dazai." Mori Ogai called out the boy's name: "The youngest cadre of the port mafia, who wouldn't like you like this?"

"Of course I also like Dazai very much." His downcast eyes were filled with a smile, "After all, Dazai is the best cadre under me."

Osamu Dazai replied casually, mockingly, like chatting: "The original task was not finished, and then he wanted to give me a mimic. It turns out that the leader's love has such a heavy weight." Dazai sighed loudly, "It's really I love it so much."

"Because Dazai is my most important subordinate."

Mori Ogai just repeated it again, with a half-salty tone mixed with a half-true smile.

As a result, the smile on the corner of Osamu Dazai's mouth tightened, showing a rather cold look. He looked at Mori Ogai in front of him, and stared at him quietly without saying a word.

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There is not much that can be said about the mimic incident, and Osamu Dazai picked and picked and reported the general situation in a few sentences.He didn't hide the lazy and bored expression on his face, and his standing posture was as crooked as last time and out of shape.

Mori Ogai looked at him, and twirled the quill he picked up at some point with his fingertips: "By the way, why didn't Dazai bring the white tiger up this time?"

He made a sound suddenly, and changed the subject somewhat abruptly. Osamu Dazai paused slightly, as if he had noticed something, he turned his eyes to look at Mori Ogai who was smiling.

"That guy doesn't like to move," he said, his tone calm.

"I think he still likes staying by Dazai's side, so he took the initiative to bring him up to see you."

Mori Ogai showed an indecipherable smile that he usually used to hide his emotions.As soon as he finished speaking, there was a squeak, and the door of the chief's room was opened from the outside.

——The boy looked at the tiger trapped in the cage.

The white tiger stared at the man in black who lifted the cage with one hand. It had been trapped inside for a long time, since the beginning of the conversation between the cadre and the leader.

The cub's claws were exposed, and the claws were stuck in the cage of unknown material under the body. The color of the cage was more metal, and it seemed to be a newly processed cage that was taken casually, and the silver gold was also vaguely gorgeous.

That magnificence is being destroyed, the white tiger's claws are sharpened on it, and there are conspicuous marks on it, the plated metal on the cage is scratched, revealing the color of lacquerware inside, accompanied by extremely The harsh grinding sound.

The beast roared lowly, its eyes were merciless, it just stared fiercely at the person in sight, the cub quietly imitated the icy appearance of the cadre, so the being watched, was holding The subordinates in the cage unconsciously tensed their nerves.

The moment the French door of the chief's room opened, the white tiger raised its ears to smell the breath coming from the door, it moved its nose, and turned its head to look at the situation inside the door.

Different from the last time, the glass window in the chief's room, which can have a panoramic view of the street scenery, turned into a gray wall after being powered on and blacked out, and the room was dark.The leader of the port mafia sat bent over on a black leather chair, and behind him stood two close-fitting men in black, in the same attire as the man who had come to catch it before and who was holding the cage right now.

The light of the desk lamp on the mahogany desk reflected the side face of the leader. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were slightly furrowed. His elbow rested on the desk, and a whitish quill was slowly spinning in circles in one hand. .

Mori Ogai's eyes fell on the white tiger in the cage, and he looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile: "It's just that this guy is a bit xenophobic and used some tricks."

Osamu Dazai watched the white tiger follow the smell in the air and set his eyes on himself without saying a word. He saw the cub's eyes flicker with light, and he didn't turn his eyes to meet Mori Ogai's gaze. It's just that when the figure of the white tiger was about to fall into sight, Osamu Dazai's expression seemed to be fixed in the same way that everyone usually sees.

He didn't seem to show any other emotions because of the white tiger being imprisoned in the cage, but just replied to Mori Ogai's words with some amusement.

"After all, it's a beast with no intelligence." Then he turned his eyes to Mori Ogai, who was smiling and showing a very kind expression. The boy showed a similar smile: "When I see a dog, I want to bite it."

—they smiled at each other as if they had been carved out of a mold.

Mori Ogai sighed with a bit of regret, and looked at the cadre standing there unaffected with clear eyes: "I thought Dazai cared about him." He felt a little disappointed and lost With emotion: "It's rare to see Dazai becoming more interested in one thing, and I want to find some rewards for Dazai after the mimic incident."

"Looking at it now, Dazai still looks like he didn't care much about anything."

"Left and right are just tigers, so it's not worth paying more attention to."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips and said this with lowered eyes.There was no emotion in his eyes, it was just darker than usual.

"That's true," Mori Ogai smiled slightly, "If Dazai is interested in these, it is not impossible for the port mafia to find other more interesting varieties."

He squinted his eyes to look at the caged beast, and with a slow tone of voice, he slowly recited the words Dazai Osamu said: "Left and right, it's just a tiger."

"But Mr. Mori," Dazai Osamu who stood motionless on the spot suddenly said, "such a sudden dispatch of someone to my office to move my things."

He spoke without ups and downs, as if he was talking about something unrelated to himself, but Mori Ogai, who was watching him, quietly noticed something changing from those eyes.

"This makes me very uncomfortable." Osamu Dazai's tone was a little untimely bright, and his smile faded away from some vaguely superfluous meanings and became pure."I'm going to be mad," he said, in a foul tone.

"Ah, I'm really sorry." Mori Ogai showed his initial smile, and his tone of voice also matched Dazai Osamu's becoming a bit unserious: "I'm in the name of the leader of the port mafia. Make a serious apology to Dazai."

As he said this, he casually dropped the quill on his fingertips with his right hand, and tapped his index finger and middle finger on the side of his forehead like a gesture, and then watched the curvature of the mouth of the cadre in front of him shrink slightly.