My name is Dazai

"The leader is really pitiful. My sister died in front of him... There have been newspaper reports about this matter." Mori Ogai?I clicked the mouse for the first time, and a news report appeared on it, "If the young leader is interested in this, you can go to the library to find a newspaper. The newspaper about that matter cannot be found in the database of the port mafia. Yes, but there are still libraries in the city.”

Mori Ogai ejected the USB flash drive from the computer, and handed it to Dazai: "There are still some materials in it, but I think you may not want to read it with me."

Dazai took the USB flash drive and looked at Mori Ogai: "I see, Mr. Mori today? Just pretend I didn't come to see you."

"Is the leader asking the same thing?" Mori Ogai asked.

"Well, as long as he doesn't order you to say it." Dazai walked to the chair and threw a black trench coat on Mori Ogai's table, "By the way, I'll return this coat to you."

"... Dazai-kun really had a better choice and abandoned me." Mori Ogai looked at Dazai, changed the title of Dazai from the young leader back to the original Dazai-kun, and then showed a helpless smile.

"I didn't abandon you, Mr. Mori." Dazai widened his eyes, as if he was surprised by Mori Ogai's question, "I didn't accept Mr. Mori, and Mr. Mori didn't accept me either. The two of us just met by chance. When I arrived, I didn't mind being used by Mr. Mori when I had nothing to do before—it didn't matter whether I would be used or not, but now, I have found the place I want to go."

"Mr. Mori's resentment almost made me think how good our relationship was before." Dazai looked as if he was about to vomit, and he waved his hand, "I have no responsibility to Mr. Mori. and duty, isn't it?"

"I was rude, young leader." Mori Ogai bowed slightly, not too much.

Dazai remembered another thing.

According to the original development, Mr. Mori will use Oda Saku to death and kill him.

Isn't it because he himself feels that he has no responsibilities and obligations to him?

It's just a fellow traveler who happened to meet during the trip, and it's not surprising to push the other party down as a tiptoe when needed.

And the leader who didn't kill Mori Ogai and Mori Ogai who didn't seriously pursue and defect, didn't have any feelings for the other party.

But crocodile tears.

As an information dealer, Mori Ogai is indeed the real deal.

Although he doesn't have the useful ability of Ango Sakaguchi, his own ability allows him to get access to information far beyond ordinary people.

Dazai inserted the USB flash drive into the computer of the low-level members he met casually in the corridor, but he didn't dare to plug it into his own computer, just in case Mori Ogai had some kind of virus stuffed into it.

There was a video in the USB flash drive, Dazai clicked on it and watched it.

It didn't take long, and it was taken by someone after seeing the murder scene.

It seemed to be night, and shop windows were shattered on both sides of the road, apparently a gunfight.

The most conspicuous thing on the ground is the blood-stained white hair and the girls lying on the ground. Simply looking at them, they do meet Mori Ogai's own standard for loli.

And Tangun, the target he was looking for, was kneeling on the ground, with blood on his body.Dazai could tell that Tangun's actions were due to his injury.

He moved his body in pain, then turned over the girls lying in the pool of blood, and wiped the blood on their faces with the corner of his clean clothes.He seemed to be wiping seriously, but also seemed to be moving numbly and mechanically: because he almost wiped a little bit of blood all over his face, he looked even more terrifying.

Then several black cars with no license plates drove up, and they pulled Tangun up.

The 16-year-old Tangun struggled frantically, grabbed his dead sister's arm, and shouted, "Let me go!"

At that time, he probably forgot that he still had abilities, or his mind was so confused that he couldn't use them anymore.

Although Tangun was very strong, he couldn't overcome them.

The picture of the video suddenly turned black here, obviously the person who took the video hid, but the sound of the video was still being recorded.

Tangun's voice gradually weakened, from being uncooperative at the beginning to sobbing, and finally pleading in a completely hoarse voice: "Whatever you want to do to me is fine... Please let me handle it My sister..."

At this moment, another louder exclamation sounded, and one hand clasped the camera.It was obvious that those people had discovered the sneak shot a long time ago, and they only had time to deal with it just now.

The camera flips to capture the face of a person walking out of the alley muttering "how does this thing work?"

The last shot was paused by Dazai.

Tangun was pinned to the ground with his arms twisted, and he looked forward desperately.

According to the information obtained, it was the port mafia who finally caught Tangun. Since they wanted to win over Tangun, they decided to do something to win him over. In other words, the corpses of Tangun's younger sisters must be disposed of in the end. alright.

When Dazai thought of this, his originally suppressed heart was slightly comforted.

Although everything was a conspiracy, things didn't get worse-although it was already extremely bad.

... Then, Dazai felt that he should think of a way to make Tangun forget about those bad things... At least let him replace his sense of existence.Dazai felt that this was not a sickness, he just didn't want Tangun to sink into the past.

Dazai felt that he was actually very selfish. If he died in front of Tangun, he hoped that Tangun would remember him and not forget him, even if he died again in life?Time is full of hungry happy, also don't forget him.But now, seeing Tangun's past, what he thought was, how good it would be if Tangun could forget them.

"...Lantang, you're here." Tangun crossed his hands and looked at the black-haired man in front of him complaining that the temperature in the chief's room was too low.

"Boss, do you really not consider turning up the temperature? Higher?" Lan Tang complained to Tangun, rubbing his arms.

Tangun and Lan Tang knew each other before, but it was limited to acquaintance. The eccentric Frenchman talked to him occasionally, but Tangun preferred to take care of those who seemed to be younger than him—probably raised as an older brother. habit.Moreover, Lan Tang has always been a little on the edge of the port mafia, and he doesn't have much intention of making friends with people.

The natural relationship is also general.

But Lan Tang took the initiative to come to him now, but Tangun didn't refuse, he was a little curious.

The leader went crazy because of his abilities, but he is not crazy now.This matter spread, but it didn't take long, and Tangun knew that not many people took this information seriously.Just like when Tangun just went mad, even though rumors of him being insane had spread, there were still many people in the port mafia who believed in him.

It's just that Tangun completely failed them.

Thinking of this, Tangun felt a little depressed again.

"I don't think the temperature is low anymore." Tangun looked down at his clothes, and then at the thicker orchid hall he had worn through.

Why does Lantang feel cold.

Some people have guessed about this matter a few years ago, but no one has guessed it right.

...Or when he went to Lan Tang to confirm his thoughts, Lan Tang didn't even bother to give them a look.

The proud Frenchman is not very good-natured.

The task of the superior will be completed, but the attitude is not guaranteed.

"Do you need me to build you an electric stove?" Tangun pressed his hand on the call button.

"Thank you so much." Lan Tang didn't refuse at all.

After waiting for the electric oven to be brought up, Lan Tang spoke slowly: "I'm here to congratulate the leader for recovering from his illness."

"Thank you, but that's not why you came, right?" Tangun didn't hang out with people much, he didn't have the energy to hang out with people now.

Lan Tang looked up at Tangun, then pursed his lips and showed a smile: "Does the leader still want to see his sister?"

The author has something to say: There is no small theater today, so get down.

There are so few comments... Is everyone fattening up or despising me, "Fall to the ground mournfully"