Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Ley did not answer the question.

He stood up from the ground, moved his legs, and felt whether his knees were damaged by the impact just now.

Fortunately, everything is business as usual.

He lowered his head again, patted the fallen leaves stuck to his clothes and pants, and plucked off the twigs hanging from his shoulders.

Looking around, he found his knitted hat under the moonlight and neon lights.

Pat off the dust and put it back on.

After doing these things, the black-haired man still had no expression on his face, looking completely stern.

Looking up again, I saw that the windows of the Scottish safe house were open, and the inside of the house was still dark.

Looking down, there was a long piece of cloth that had been broken halfway.

——The expression on the man's face became more and more serious.

"You want to know why I'm angry?"

Ley asked in a low voice, his voice deep.

After he finished the few steps just now, he was still standing next to Dazai, within reach.

The man seemed to have something long to say, but was cut off by Dazai.

A moment ago, the eight-year-old boy who had appeared as confused as a child, now regained his light expression.

The kite pupils, not covered by the bandages, bent against the moonlight.

"I don't really want to know, you don't have to say it." Dazai's voice was light, "I just hope you can keep this state."

...?What's the status now?

If it wasn't like this now, what state could he be in?

If it were another person, he would definitely be at a loss.

But as expected of Ley, who is highly valued by the organization, he immediately thought of the information he searched from various channels some time ago.

"Oh? You mean gin?"

Ley sneered.

"Don't worry. I just want to complete the task, and I'm not interested in playing house and drinking between the owner and the pet."

From the depths of that smile, a cruel and cruel smell of blood emerged.

It's a pity that this man's information has obviously not been updated to his two partners who are also whiskey groups.

Hearing such a decisive statement, Dazai looked up at him.

I don't know whether he is satisfied with the cruel meaning between these words, or he is satisfied with the declaration of refusing to become a dog, but Dazai smiled and stretched out his hand:

"Let's go. Before those two find out."

Dazai said in the same distant command tone.

Ley paused for a moment, looked at Dazai's bare feet, and finally bent down and picked up the child.

Dazai sat on his right arm, and he wasn't close enough to lean into the man's arms, so he just took advantage of his height and asked questions one by one indifferently:

"For this road... you came here by car?"

"Yes."

"Where is the mission location?"

"Tokyo."

"Oh? That's not too far away. Let's prepare first."

"understood."

Dazai seemed to be in a good mood when his nominal subordinate answered him so blandly and with care, and he wasn't angry because of it.

... Or rather, he seems to be quite used to this businesslike atmosphere.

On the contrary, it was the straightforward concern that made Dazai want to turn around and run away.

Rye's car was parked not far away, a dark Chevrolet.

Dazai glanced at the car indifferently, allowing the man to pull the passenger seat away and put himself in it.

He had just fastened his seat belt when the door on the other side opened again, and Ley sat in, buckled the seat belt skillfully, and was about to start the car.

The man still had a deadpan face, but his fingers subconsciously fumbled for the cigarette case.

"..."

Dazai Osamu - the "heir" of the organization - a child who is only eight years old.

sitting next to him.

Ley closed his eyes, suppressed the upset in his heart, and put down the cigarette case.

The vehicle started, and with a flick of the tail, this safe house, this apartment, and this city were all left behind.

【Barrage:

"I can be considered alive..."

"Zai... Zai, what kind of bad habit is this! Don't dance, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. If that's the case, I'll perform a sudden cardiac arrest live!!"

"Don't dance anymore! Don't bet your life anymore! How can you be so kind to others and so ruthless to yourself?!?!"

"Speaking of betting... how do I feel that Zai Zai has already guessed the script? Is it my illusion??"

"Really, "Reaper is Coming"?? What kind of unsolvable horror film is this... The elementary school students of Reaper are obviously for children, so don't suddenly upgrade to the adult stage! This has surpassed the detective decryption wow! Although the original work is also urban fantasy style It's..."

"? Either fight fire with fire, let Conan try with his invincible football/skateboard/anesthetic needle next time?"

"Sister on the left hhhh, you just made me laugh, what the hell is fighting poison with poison?"

There are also barrages that start to feel sorry for the leader Dazai from another angle:

"Thinking about it now, the young Zai who was surrounded by dogs and had to jump out of the window and run away from home, isn't it a bit pitiful QAQ?"

"I'm sorry, Zai Zai, I shouldn't have smiled so happily when I saw you surrounded by dogs, um! I really shouldn't haha,

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

"Ahem, let me speak for the sister on the left. We really didn't mean it. We have been specially trained not to laugh unless we can't help it—"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, I really don't laugh anymore, I really don't laugh anymore!! By the way, Ley, where did you get your confidence from??"

"Bet, make a bet!! Haha, let's see if I can wait until Akai Shuichi barks in my lifetime~~"

Wu Jingzai (weakly): Stop!Let that guy go, let me go too...

There is only one person left who can talk normally, can you not harmonize? ? ? 】

Fortunately, even on the second day, Ley's performance was still normal.

Silent, steady, few words.

Unless ordered by Dazai, he seldom speaks on his own initiative.

But this man showed the appearance of a cold-blooded killer like gin, unexpectedly, he was quite good at taking care of children.

The air-conditioning was on in the car, and after a short distance, Ley stretched his arms and pulled a blanket from the back seat.

Without looking at it, it covered the child.

Dazai: "...I don't sleep."

He pinched the blanket with his fingers and frowned coldly.

"Cover it." Ley's words were extremely short, "Don't catch a cold."

I finished this sentence, I don’t know if it suddenly reminded me that the person next to me is his boss, or realized that this sentence violated his personality as a high-level member of the organization, and added another sentence:

"...If you have a cold and a fever, it will be very troublesome."

It might as well not be superfluous.

Dazai glanced at him silently, too lazy to speak again.

That night, the two of them were in the car.

It was late enough when Dazai ran away from home. Ley asked the young master for his opinion, so he simply drove directly to Tokyo overnight.

Don't look at Dazai as the heir of the dark organization-and the essence of the port mafia leader, but he actually has no desire for the quality of life.

Wearing high-end handmade suits that are rare even for European nobles?sure, no problem.

How do other students dress up?also.

A crab feast crafted by a Michelin chef?Naturally good.

Only canned crabs can be eaten?That's not bad either.

That's it.

It is easy for others to unconsciously ignore the physical needs of Dazai when they don't know enough about him.

——Especially, under the premise that Dazai has not yet learned to actively cry out for pain.

The morning light is faint, shining in through the car window.

At the same moment, Ley's cell phone rang.

Driving all night is not a waste of energy for Ley.

He grasped the steering wheel with his left hand, and took the phone out of his pocket with the other hand.

He glanced down and put on his headphones: "Bourbon."

On the other end of the phone, for some reason, the reaction was intense.

Due to the small space in the car, Dazai was forced to listen to it even if the earphones were good enough.

Like "Bastard Ley", "Damn you put...", "—Hey! Damn,!" and so on.

It seems that the "Bourbon and Ley disagreement" that has been rumored in the organization is indeed true.

Ley's face remained unchanged, and he responded with a deep voice, and just said "meet at the meeting place" and hung up the phone directly.

... It is estimated that Bourbon will be pissed off by him on the other end of the phone.

Dazai asked him a little speechlessly, "How did you write your email just now?"

Ley turned his face sideways, looked at him with those green eyes, and called out the email on his mobile phone to show the young master:

/to bourbon:

CC Scotland:

The young master is here with me.

With positioning.

from Ley/

Dazai: "..."

This is written like a kidnapping message, saying that you didn't do it on purpose, no one will believe it, okay?

This man is actually quite dark-bellied.

In a way, it's no wonder Bourbon turned against him.

Ley smiled, turned the steering wheel, and turned to another road.

—Tokyo is coming soon.

"I'll find a commercial building near the mission location later, and I'll buy you clothes, shoes and socks first," Lay said in a low voice, while seeking advice from the young master: "What else do you need? Did you bring nothing with you when you left?"

Dazai doesn't care much about the details of life.

"Okay, up to you."

The boy agreed graciously, and confirmed again: "I have nothing with me. Nothing."

For some reason, the last sentence sounded surprisingly brisk.

Ley couldn't help but look at the boy again through the rearview mirror.

In the bright mirror, Dazai also raised his eyes to look at him, showing a faint smile.

"..." Ley didn't get entangled in this topic, he fell silent, but Dazai didn't let him go.

The child with black hair and kite pupils turned sideways on the passenger seat and asked softly:

"I haven't asked before," Dazai said with a smile, "What exactly is this mission for?"

"You are interested now, young master?" Ley stabbed in a deep voice, but did not avoid the question.

"We're going to board the Suzuki Express from the Tokyo platform."

"On that train—"

"There are our mission goals."

[The barrage is stupid:

"What's going on?! Isn't this a dark express train? This is "The Train"???"

"What kind of mysterious timeline is this?! In the original work, although Conan, Haibara Ai, Bourbon, Belmode, Ley aka Akai Shuichi aka Okiya Subaru... all appeared, but that is all The plot after a long time, right??"

"Wait, wait! I don't believe I'm the only one who discovered Huadian!!"

loudly:

"In the original train chapter, it was Xiao Ai who was chasing after him! But on the premise that the death of Hui Yuan Ai aka Shirley is confirmed by Gin, what is the whiskey trio doing on the train——???!"】