Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Dazai sat on the platform bench facing the sun.

He had already changed his clothes, and of course Ley paid the bill with his card.

White shirt, white shorts.

A small vest with a gray check pattern on a white background, and a matching blazer.

A bolo tie was tied around the neckline, and a dark red pocket square that Rye bought at random was stuck in the breast pocket.

In order to prevent Osamu Dazai from getting bored, he also kept a copy of Atsushi Nakajima's "Mountain and Moon Chronicle" at hand.

From various details, it can be seen that although Ley is also a ruthless killer who took over the work of taking care of children for the first time on the surface, in essence, he is much more proficient in taking care of the young master's Gin for the same time.

Also...much gentler.

At least, it is far from reaching the level where we must die together with this child to reach a consensus.

The reason why Dazai was alone at this time was also because Ley went to a nearby convenience store to buy breakfast for the child.

Dazai has never said anything, a man who is used to suppressing his own needs when completing various bloody tasks of the organization, almost forgot.

After Haoxuan finished shopping for clothes, a few children of about the same age ran past laughingly, shouting about the bento his mother made in the morning, and it was only then that Ley remembered.

The man with black hair and green eyes stood still, looked down at his young master who was walking slowly beside him, his expression became a little complicated for a moment.

Finally, when Dazai sat quietly on the bench, Ley squatted down, looked parallel to the child, and carefully confirmed:

"I'll be back later, you won't leave here and go somewhere else."

Dazai smiled, "Yeah."

"Will not do anything dangerous."

Dazai tilted his head and asked him, "Dangerous to me, or to others?"

"..." Ley was silent for a while, determined to speak clearly: "I won't jump off the tracks."

Dazai felt aggrieved: "How could I do such a thing? I didn't even drive the car!"

etc? !Is the point here? ! ? !

Seeing that the air pressure around Ley was getting lower and lower, Dazai finally showed mercy and waved his hand: "Go quickly."

The child was still disgusted, "You were fine last night, why did you become so wordy today?"

Ley: "........."

Whose fault do you think this is? ? ?

I always feel that leaving this child alone is easy to cause accidents.Ley struggled for a while, then stood up with a gloomy face, and strode away.

As long as you get along with the leader Dazai for a while, who can not have PTSD?

Ley decided to come back as fast as possible.

And as soon as the man with long hair in black and with a deep and unruly imposing manner walked away, more and more eyes fell on Dazai.

The two of them came to Tokyo really early.

Naihe spent time shopping and receiving tickets. ——The tickets were handled by lower-level members of the organization, using their false identities.

The time-wasting part was the early arrival of Ley and Dazai, which did not conform to the original plan of the "whiskey three + young master" combination, which made the trembling subordinates sweat profusely, wondering whether it should be handed over now.

...It seems that it is not good for a mysterious organization to be too mysterious. At least the members should recognize each other, right?

Fortunately, the problem was finally resolved under the threat of Ley's black hole.

But this extra time was wasted, apart from Dazai who was sitting on the bench, there were gradually other passengers who were about to get on the train gathered at the station.

Someone noticed the young boy who was alone and dressed in rich or expensive clothes, and couldn't help but take a second look.

"Cough cough!"

At this time, an unknown person stood by the bench, coughed twice, and glared away the passengers who were looking at him frequently.

Dazai looked up when he heard the sound.

—he saw a sinister face.

Dark hair and eye color, prominent cheekbones, showing facial features that do not look like Asians.

Wearing a gray-green suit, he looked like an ordinary office worker, and even had a briefcase under his arm.

But Dazai took a second or two to look at the whole body of this person, and for some reason he smiled slightly.

The visitor seemed to be puzzled by this smile, and gave a slight "Huh".

He was conscious of his ferocious appearance, and originally planned to stop by to help the child who was alone and leave before the child was scared, but now he is willing to stop for a while and say a few words.

"Are you a passenger on this Suzuki Express, kid?"

This person looks scary, but he tried to slow down his voice when he spoke.

"That's right," Dazai actually answered him in a good voice, as if he had a rare conversation, "after all, it's a rare reduced-style steam engine train."

This kid obviously didn't even know the destination of the mission the night before, but now he started talking freely just by looking at the appearance of the vehicles parked at the station.

The man was not wary of such a young child, and he never imagined that he was being talked about.

It's rare for him to enjoy the moment when the children don't cast a vigilant eye, and he can't wait to open the chatterbox immediately - what's more, what he said is only public information that can be found by searching the Internet, so what's there to hide?

"Sure enough, the little boy really likes trains, right? Haha, don't you think it's very handsome?" The man laughed twice, "And you don't know that, do you?"

The man deliberately lowered his voice to create a mysterious atmosphere:

"The biggest selling point of this train is the ingenious detective reasoning puzzle game every time! Children, maybe you can also be selected as the detective this time? I leave it to you to catch the murderer!"

Hearing this, Dazai smiled and agreed, "Okay, I will kill the murderer. Thank you uncle."

The man blushed, "Ah, well, it's not necessary to kill him... Besides, I'd be happier if I didn't call him 'Uncle'..." As he said this, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

The kind-hearted passer-by looked around, raised his hand to look at his watch, then lowered his head and asked:

"Little friend, are you alone?" He looked a little in a hurry, "Is there any other adult accompanying you?"

Dazai answered him still with a slight smile, "Yes! He will be back soon...ah!" Dazai suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the ground:

"Uncle, your police officer card has been lost!"

"?!" The man was startled for some reason, and quickly lowered his head to pick it up, "Oh, thank you, ...?"

On the ground, it was empty.

Nothing at all.

In an instant, the man even broke out in a cold sweat.

It was originally a secret mission, why was it discovered by a child?

Perhaps his police officer ID was not well hidden, but such a major mistake is simply ridiculous. He, Andre Kamel, a dignified FBI investigator, actually used such a boy's exclamation to casually swindle his real identity ? !

That's all for himself, Mr. Akai, who originally planned to hand over the information at the station, must not because of this—————!

In the next second, the sight that was about to lift up just happened to see the figure striding here!

Under the ups and downs of mood, no matter how hard Kamel restrained himself, his expression still moved slightly.

Dazai showed a subtle expression at the same time, and smiled.

The little boy didn't speak anymore, nor was he wary of the sudden alertness that the kind police officer aroused.

He just tilted his head maliciously, staring at the person's reaction.

The person who came... didn't respond.

Ley walked to the bench, took out plum rice balls and heated canned milk from the handbag, and handed them to Dazai: "Eat it, young master."

The man didn't call Dazai's title very much, but now he said it neatly.After finishing speaking, he took a vigilant look at the other person who was stunned in place - Kamel, who was obviously stunned by the word "young master" in Mr. Akai's mouth, narrowed his green pupils slightly.

Ley asked in a deep tone:

"Who is this?"

Contrary to this high-ranking member of the organization with the 'code name', the young master who is theoretically in the most dangerous situation, instead has a brisk tone as if he was watching a show:

"It's the police officer?"

Andre Kamel: "!!!"

It's over! ! ! ! !

The FBI investigator screamed in his head!

This kid is actually the "little master" of 'that organization'? !

Obviously it is the "Men in Black Organization", why wear a white suit? !Is it to confuse the enemy on purpose? ! !hateful!Careless! !

For a moment, cold sweat oozes from Kamel's back.

He is not afraid of sacrifice, and at the same time he is ready to sacrifice.

It was his negligence alone in the handover mission this time, as long as, as long as Mr. Akai is not affected, the FBI's undercover mission can continue,——!

However, the child actually spoke again.

The juanxiu and cute boy a moment ago, now in Kamel's eyes, has grown the horns and tail of a devil.

(horrible!!)

This time Dazai raised his face and stared at Ley, smiling with crooked eyebrows:

"Ley. He knows you."

From Dazai Osamu's mouth, uttered extremely firm words.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, he shook his head, made a "hush" sound in front of him with his index finger, and pointed to his own eyes at the same time.

"Things that can be seen at a glance, don't try to deceive me."

Dazai smiled lightly.

"I think I'm good at seeing people, huh?"

This, this ability to see through people's hearts, is it true?

Is this child a demon? !

A boy with demonic intelligence awaits Ley's solution.

Ley didn't pause for a long time, on the contrary, the man's reaction was extremely fast.

With the cover of the Roman-style column on the right side of the bench, Ley grabbed the police officer in front of him by the throat, and before the other party could react, he used Jeet Kune Do to block Kamel's counterattack.

"Have you seen me in any mission?" Ley asked murderously, with the cover of his clothes, the black muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the police officer's temple, "Since I slipped through the net, I might as well get rid of you today. "

Kamel also reacted in time, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Under such an exceptionally vivid anger, the cold sweat on his forehead was interpreted by him as the physical stress when he saw the enemy for the first time: "So it's you!"

He lowered his voice and roared, "You must have killed my wife!! Today I will avenge her!!"

As soon as the voice fell, he was about to slam into the muzzle of the gun viciously!

"..." Dazai stopped coldly, "Stop!"

How could the young master not listen to what he said?

What's more, in such a short distance, there is no way to fool them with reasons such as guns going off.

When Ley pinched Kamel's neck to forcefully stop his movements, Dazai stretched out his hand to the man.

"Give me the gun."

Dazai's voice dissipated from the laughter that was watching the excitement a moment ago, it was cold and contained no warmth.

Ley paused and raised his eyes to look at him.

"No, young master," he said in a low voice, which sounded a little begging at first glance.But who is Ley praying for?

"Let me do it," Ley pressed his throat, "don't let the dirty blood get on your hands."

However, Dazai just looked at him coldly.

A ruthless will emerges from the kite pupil that has always been staring at the void.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Dazai ordered.

Ley obeyed the order.

The little child lay prone on the back of the chair, leaning out his upper body so that the pillar and the bodies of the adults could cover the barrel of the gun in his hand.

What a small, tender finger, resting on a heavy, filthy trigger.

The gun that Ley used was different from the type specially ordered by Gin, and it was too big for Dazai.

The boy had to hold the gun in both hands.

The muzzle turned.

——Arrived between Ley's eyebrows.

"!!!" Kamel was shocked!

Ley narrowed his eyes, showing his doubts about being treated like this by the young master.

Dazai looked at the expressions of both of them, and scoffed even more.

"Leave your briefcase and get out."

Not knowing who he was mocking, Dazai said in a cold voice:

"I'll count to three. If you stay in my sight, I'll shoot Ley. Got it?"

"?!" Isn't he the one who should be killed? ?

Kamel was about to be confused by this young master who didn't play cards according to common sense, but seeing that the kid didn't seem to be joking, he immediately struggled crazily! ! !

Three, two, one.

Three short sounds, both short and long.

Two people, one big and one small, sat and watched as Kamel knocked over the passengers and left in embarrassment.

"...can you return the gun to me, young master?" Ley still maintained the posture of kneeling on the ground, restraining someone, and spoke with his face slightly raised under the gun.

Even in front of the gun, the man spoke steadily, without trembling at all.

Dazai did not release this posture.

With Ley's eyebrows pressed against him, he can easily take a life away with just a slight downward pressure of his fingers.

"you know."

Dazai said coldly, the cold determination emerging from the pupils of the kite might make people shudder.

"You know... I could fire this shot right now."

From this sentence, it can be clearly judged that Osamu Dazai was not fooled by the plot of the two "cops and killers" in front of him at all.

I don't know how the child judged it.

Is it the details on the clothes?Is it the police ID hidden in the breast pocket?

Is it a briefcase with information?Is it the body language that is involuntarily revealed when walking and acting as an FBI elite?

How did you determine Kamel's identity as a police officer?

And how did he figure out that Ley, Shuichi Akai, was an undercover agent who was placed in a dark organization by the FBI police?

Ley didn't speak, and asked this question that exceeded the standard of lethality.

He just raised his eyes and looked directly at Dazai with those green pupils.

There is some pleading in the tone of voice:

"Don't, young master," Ley said under his breath, "don't shoot, dirty hands."

"........."

Dazai snorted coldly, turned the gun and handed it back. "You're very brave. I bet I'm in a good mood."

"Where, nothing."

Ley put the gun away quickly, and packed himself as if nothing had happened before the commotion caused by Kamel could affect the place.

I don't know what came to mind, this man was used to being silent, with a stern and cool face, now he also smiled.

And this smile is actually quite gentle.

"I bet on another. And I'm glad I won."

Ley said softly:

"I guess—"

"'Osamu Dazai is a good boy'."

"?!" Dazai exaggeratedly shook his whole body, gasping for air!

"Give me the gun!" He got angry, "Look if I can shoot this time!!"

Ley ignored him, disrespectfully took out the canned milk again, and pushed it in front of the person, "Drink it quickly."

He seemed to know how to get along with the young master.

thought Ley.