Mr. Dazai is angry every day

It's eight o'clock in the morning on Monday.

The boy in a white shirt with a suit jacket yawned lazily, turned a corner and walked into the solemn office.

Behind him is the immediate subordinate reporting today's itinerary.

"Mr. Dazai, there will be a batch of goods from the UK at the pier at [-]:[-], and you need to personally supervise and count them; at [-]:[-], the guerrillas in Akutagawa need to report to you on the combat process and drills, and at [-]:[-], the Noto negotiations need you Participate; and after the afternoon"

The direct subordinates report to the work diligently,

Supervising the pier was originally the task of Miss Zhongyuan, but after Miss Zhongyuan disappeared inexplicably, all the tasks fell on Mr. Dazai.But what puzzled him was that Mr. Dazai obediently accepted the task without raising the slightest objection.

Mr. Dazai is really more and more unpredictable.

Thinking of this, the direct subordinates quietly raised their heads, only to realize that the youngest cadre did not listen to his report at all, standing tall and tall in front of the French windows, watching the white crystals falling from the sky.Because of the slightly raised head posture, a white and sharp lower jaw was exposed.

So handsome that people dare not look directly at him.

Osamu Dazai said softly, "It's snowing."

The direct subordinates stopped to report: "Yes, my lord. It is true that Yokohama rarely snows. But it happens to be snowing on the last day of the year, which is really meaningful."

Significance?

Dazai Osamu glanced at his subordinates with the only kite eyes that were exposed, and slowly pulled out the chair and sat down, repeating inexplicably: "It is indeed a very meaningful day."

In the past, he and the dwarf spent New Year's Eve together.It sucks to be left alone this year.

"Mr. Dazai..."

There was a slight sternness in Dazaiji's eyes.After realizing the bewilderment of his direct subordinates, he said indifferently: "Continue to report."

"Yes." The subordinate directly under him breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his fingers slightly nervously, and continued to report: "From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. is the negotiation meeting of the Western forces, and after five p.m. is the New Year's Eve party at the port. "

The direct subordinate was about to continue, but saw the young man sitting lazily on the chair raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

He immediately fell silent and stood up straight.

"The itinerary of the New Year's Eve party can be removed." The curly-haired boy lazily withdrew his hand, and put a stack of documents on the desk in front of him: "I have other things to do tonight." .”

"Other tasks?" The direct subordinate said: "Do you want to perform tasks on New Year's Eve?"

"It's not a mission."

Osamu Dazai smiled suddenly, his thin and long eyelashes rolled over the iris with shallow arcs, "That's why I stayed."

Chuya left this world, not only because she wanted to find the completed page, but more importantly, Osamu Dazai also needed Chuya to leave temporarily.Otherwise, according to Chuuya's loyalty to Mori Ogai, wanting to attack Mori Ogai will inevitably cause Chuuya to have a gap in his heart.

If it is handled by him, the loss outweighs the gain.

Dazai needs "Dazai" who is cornered to do it.So before he went to find Nakaya, the "game" must be arranged by him.

The direct subordinates were puzzled: "Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai smiled faintly, and slowly turned the page: "Zongli, what do you think the best hunter is like?"

hunter?

"Mr. Dazai." The direct subordinate answered every question: "The subordinates believe that a good hunter will pretend to be the prey to deceive trust or make the other party take it lightly."

His direct subordinates didn't understand why Osamu Dazai asked this question, but he heard Mr. Dazai laugh shortly after he finished his answer.

With a touch of sarcasm and joy.

"A good hunter doesn't just pretend to be prey." Osamu Dazai rested his hand on his chin happily, and glanced at the photo in the corner with his iridescent eyes. On it was a man in a wine red shirt with slightly long orange hair The difference is that this figure is translucent.

Dazai clicked on the candid photos, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"It will even make the prey know that there is a trap, and step into it willingly."

The other "I", who is about to dissipate even his soul, will definitely struggle after learning of the other Chuya's whereabouts. After leaving school, the first thing he looks for is the boss.It can not only prevent the boss from attacking his friends, but also prevent his Zhongya from being calculated. I believe that Yokohama will be another situation after he comes back.

I don't know what it's like when a dog bites a dog.

It's a pity I didn't see it.

"Om."

Dazai Osamu casually turned the pen in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the phone screen that lit up after receiving the message, there was a latest message on it.

Officer Dazai,

Mr. Mori is working very hard to match the two of us.Don't give me face, don't you want to give boss face?I should be more feminine than some weird girl

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids indifferently:

Let's deal with another noisy guy before we go.

Looking at the cold and gloomy expression of the youngest cadre, the subordinates probably knew who the person who sent the message was:

The woman is the new leader who has just risen in Yokohama,

At the negotiation meeting, because Mr. Dazai was only 18 years old, but he was amazed by his ability to perform with ease. In addition, Mr. Dazai had an extremely beautiful face, and he looked dignified and abstinent in a formal suit.Convenience bowed down under Mr. Dazai's suit pants.

Like how sparse and flat Mr. Dazai is.But the female leader learned that Mr. Dazai always likes to use himself as a comparison with Miss Zhongyuan after he has someone he likes, and she doesn't forget to belittle Miss Zhongyuan.

The boss told them not to act rashly.

But Mr. Dazai may have already moved to kill.

The subordinates directly under him believed that he still had this observation ability. Seeing that the youngest cadre showed a vicious and evil spirit, he put away the report and exited the room very tactfully.

He closed the door and adjusted the glasses frame.

In Mr. Dazai's heart, I am afraid that no one is more important than Miss Nakahara.How could he allow someone to slander him again and again.

All the port mafia members went to the New Year's Eve party, and the loyal direct subordinates drove the youngest cadres to another trip in a black business car. The wind was so violent that it was close to the early morning, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were blown everywhere. .

The boy in black and white shirt sat quietly in the back seat, lazily propping his chin up and looking at the snow scene outside the window.Jet black and pure white are intertwined on the handsome and indifferent profile.

Is it an illusion?

Mr. Dazai without Ms. Nakahara always feels a little lonely.

The direct subordinate secretly glanced at the rearview mirror, a little distracted: in the past, when Miss Zhongyuan was around, Mr. Dazai had already approached to tease Miss Zhongyuan with a smiley face.Even though she always called Miss Zhongyuan by some strange nicknames, she was angrily chased and beaten by Miss Zhongyuan.

But Mr. Dazai is very happy.

"arrive."

The direct subordinates were distracted, and were suddenly startled by Osamu Dazai's voice. He looked out the window and found that the Borna Hotel had arrived.

"Just wait for me in the car."

"Yes."

Osamu Dazai opened the car door and walked out. The combination of black suit and white shirt, the thin black and white colors, made his figure and temperament cool and straight.

From the side of the road to entering the hotel, it attracted a lot of attention along the way.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids lazily, and glanced at the time: 23:57.

If the time card is good enough.

He should kill the other party to say Happy New Year to the dwarf in the first second of the morning.

Osamu Dazai stepped on the elevator, and within 10 minutes, with the sound of the elevator "ding", two iron doors opened.

The time is: 23:58.

It's bad.The speed is faster.

Osamu Dazai calculated the time, without a trace of anxiety on his clear and elegant face, walked out of the elevator entrance unhurriedly, bent his hand that was wrapped in bandages, and knocked on the door.

The next moment the door was opened.

"Dazai, you came so fast." The woman was wearing a pink bath towel, probably just washed up, and there were still drops of water rolling on her body, revealing her big and plump breasts. "come in."

Osamu Dazai stepped into the room, the female leader closed the door impatiently, but saw the young man lowered his eyelids slightly to look at the time, the young man's eyes were beautifully shaped peach blossom eyes with frivolous and raised eye ends and shallow eyelid creases.

It's a rather expensive eye shape.

Generally speaking, there is nothing unattractive about the boy named Osamu Dazai, even the bandages wrapped around his body and the drooping eyelashes are amazing.So she graciously forgave the other party's ignorance.

"Are you looking at the time, are you in a hurry?"

Generally speaking, women say this.Boys will respond with a polite attitude no matter what.But apparently Osamu Dazai didn't realize this.

"I'm in a hurry." Dazai Osamu glanced at the time at 23:59, and raised his eyes like alms: "I will send a message to my prospective girlfriend later, and I want to be the first to wish her a happy new year. "

The woman was taken aback.

"The biggest difference between you and Chuya is that she doesn't need to know your existence." Dazai raised the gun in his hand, pointing the black hole at the woman's heart: "After you die, your organization will follow you." you go."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, his kite eyes slightly bent: "It's a funeral for you."

"Are you crazy!"

What responded to the woman was the sound of the trigger being pulled mercilessly.

"boom."

"Boom."

The first gunshot sounded with the fireworks outside the window, and the gunshots were covered under the gorgeous fireworks.The crimson fireworks spread all over the sky.

Osamu Dazai lowered his hand slowly, and threw the willow on the ground. He didn't even give it to the woman who was lying on the ground and gradually lost her vital signs from the corner of her eye. He only showed one kite eye to stare at the night scene on the sea.

Even the pupils were stained red.

"Set off fireworks."

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone from his black windbreaker, skillfully found the name of the little slug from the address book, and dialed it.

"Hello, the number you dialed is out of service area. Please try again later."

Really bad.

Sure enough, I still want to hear the little dwarf's yelling and exasperated voice.

Osamu Dazai thought casually, put the phone down from his ear, and looked at the phone quietly with lowered eyes.paused.Typed with one hand and sent:

"Happy New Year. Chuya."

The fireworks outside the window are in full bloom again, this time they are green fireworks, clusters of green dotted the entire night sky.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at the night sky and lowered his head.

"I miss you."

The author has something to say: New Year's Eve is a scam, I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, and plenty of money.I don't know if I will write about Zhongye's perspective tomorrow.