In Yokohama's days as a writer

The office of the head of the Port Mafia, the top floor of the Port Mafia, is the best viewing location in Yokohama. Looking out from here, you can have a panoramic view of Yokohama.

Osamu Dazai did not act rashly. It would be unwise to act presumptuously without knowing his own situation.

He quietly looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar office, which used to belong to Mori Ogai's location, but as far as the current situation is concerned.

The bookcase not far away is full of books full of Osamu Dazai’s taste. If it is Mori Ogai, it must be full of medical works, even though he is not a doctor in the traditional sense.

Black doctors also need to learn.

Osamu Dazai's white fingers lightly slid across the bookshelf without leaving any traces. He casually pulled out a book he was interested in and opened it. He was immediately attracted by the contents, and returned to the seat where Mori Ogai used to review documents, reading it with gusto.

"Boss." Chuya Nakahara stood outside the door and reported, "Nakajima is back."

Nakajima?

The system recalled that Osamu Dazai's former subordinates did not have Nakajima's surname, nor did the senior management of Mafia at the port.

[Zai Zai, do you want to let him in? ]

[Go in, of course go in! ]

Zhong Yuan, who was outside the door, also introduced Atsushi Nakajima into the office.

The moment the door opened, Osamu Dazai raised his interest.

It was a boy who came, dressed in a black windbreaker, with the smell of dust and blood on his body. These are all friends who have been with the mafia all the year round. The most eye-catching thing is the collar on the boy's neck.

A thick black collar with sharp claws standing on the outside, not only on the outside, but also on the inside. From a distance, you can still see the dried blood on it.

The blood was the boy's own.

This makes people feel fear and doubt.

Why on earth would he wear a collar that hurt himself around his neck.

Unfortunately, these are not the reasons that aroused Osamu Dazai's interest.

What really caught his interest was the boy's temperament.

Frankly speaking, Osamu Dazai has never seen a mafia that doesn't want the mafia so much. Even if it is Vongola's Tsunayoshi Sawada, Dazai can assert that the future Vongola will have an excellent leader.

However, this boy, his fear, his admiration, and his cowardice.

This makes Osamu Dazai seem to see another person who is similar to Akutagawa but completely opposite.

The boy walked up to Osamu Dazai, knelt down, respected and obeyed, as if the person standing in front of him was his lifelong faith.

He is the White Death of Port Mafia, the nightmare of countless Port Mafia enemies, and the loyal guardian of Mr. Dazai.

— Atsushi Nakajima.

"Boss." Atsushi Nakajima said calmly, "Atsushi Nakajima is here to return."

No, he's not calm at all, he's going crazy.

Atsushi Nakajima feels that he is in hell, no one will save him, no one will care about him, the world is saying.

You are a piece of shit.

Atsushi Nakajima was shaking.

"Dun-jun." Osamu Dazai looked down at him coldly, "How did I tell you?"

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima suddenly raised his head, "I, I..."

For Atsushi Nakajima, the fear of this man has been deeply rooted in his bones. He is his direction, and he is someone he will never betray.

It was the light that pulled him out of the darkness.

"Never, never go to an orphanage."*

"So, what did Ton-kun do?"

"I, I..." Atsushi Nakajima looked extremely confused, "Mr. Dazai, I killed the dean."

"Mr. Dazai, what should I do..."

"Mr. Dazai, I hate him so much..."

"Mr. Osamu Dazai, I..."

Obviously, obviously, Mr. Dazai had told him never to go to the orphanage, but he violated Dazai's order, went to the orphanage, and met that man.

That, the man he could never escape from the shadows.

Atsushi Nakajima opened his hand, and the blood-stained watch in his palm was the ironclad evidence of his criminal behavior.

The touch of blood running across the fingertips seemed to still stay on Atsushi Nakajima's hand and never dissipated.

very scary.

It's terrible, it's terrible.

So terrible, so terrible, so terrible!

Here is hell.

"Woo, woo..." Atsushi Nakajima fell to his knees on the ground, and the sound of sobbing came from the gap.

"Atsu-kun." Osamu Dazai knelt down, and stretched out his hands beside the weeping boy, his delicate fingertips lightly stroked, and gently lifted Nakajima Atsushi's cheek.

"Snapped--"

Osamu Dazai slapped the boy hard with no expression on his face.

Atsushi Nakajima's sobs were choked up by the slap for a moment, and he stopped.

Dazai lowered his head and stared at him.

"Are you awake?"

"Atsushi Nakajima."

"Oda Saku." Osamu Dazai raised his gun mercilessly, and killed the mimic member in front who threatened Sakunosuke Oda.

"Dazai, thank you." Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and was a little dazed for a moment when he turned around.

"What's wrong?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head.

Oda Sakunosuke came over, "Dazai, did something happen to you?"

"Why do you say that?" Osamu Dazai's eyes widened for a moment, pointing at himself exaggeratedly, "Is there anything I, Osamu Dazai, can't solve!"

"No." Oda Sakunosuke didn't know how to describe it, he was distressed with a blank expression, "I just feel that Dazai seems to be tired."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, and put on a smile, "Maybe it's because he didn't rest well all night yesterday."

"Mr. Sen is simply a big devil, why do you want to squeeze me, a poor underage, woo woo woo~"

Odasaku looked at the subordinates behind Osamu Dazai who were crying falsely, thought about it carefully, and felt that it was not good to tear down the stage in front of so many people.

"Thank you." Oda Saku patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder, "Let's go drink together after get off work."

Osamu Dazai's body froze under Oda Sakuyuki's assistant, and a hard-to-hide smile appeared on his mouth.

"No, Odasaku." Dazai Osamu didn't pat off Odasaku's hand, and looked up at him in another world who had no connection or even hostile man, "I still have some work to deal with, when I finish it , will definitely go to drink with you."

"Odasaku, wait for me, I will be able to handle all of this."

Please, wait for me!