Domineering Mafia's Silly Goose Wife

The Central Plains of this world also hate me.

Because I, a woman of "unknown origin", lived in the Mafia, and I went in and out with their delicate and frail leaders day and night.

Originally, I was still talking about my responsibility to wipe out criminal organizations, but Osamu Dazai said with a light smile in a cool tone: "No? It's just a Karasuma group. Miss Saya, if you need me, I will always be there for you." ? I can help you deal with it."

No? I have to say, this kind of feeling of being backed by a big boss and someone is covering it is really easy to degenerate.

"Mr. Dazai," I looked at him, and sighed sadly, "Which girl doesn't? Huaichun, which girl doesn't have a dream of being a boss. If not? It's because I'm old, and I'm about to fall in love with you gone."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "This? Really? No? Like you would? Say it, I thought you hated me."

"I had some misunderstandings about you before," I didn't deny it, and apologized to him bluntly, "So it's my problem to have prejudice against you, I'm sorry. You helped me a lot, I should thank you .”

He blinked and seemed a little surprised, and quickly teased: "Oh, this? It's so? Frankly, it doesn't conform to your adult social etiquette at all."

"That? You have misunderstood my adult social etiquette." I replied confidently.

"No? But speaking of it," I couldn't help but look at the figure hidden in the darkness, "Mr. Nakaya, don't you? Come and sit down and join us in our tea party?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either, and kept watching my every move with a dangerous gaze like a wild beast staring at its prey.

I:……

"Mr. Dazai, farewell." I clenched my left hand into the palm of my right hand, and I got up and left.

……That is impossible.

I sighed sadly: "Mr. Dazai must be very important to Mr. Chuya." After all, he is always watching by the side, lest I hurt their leader.

Osamu Dazai blinked at me: "Is Miss Saya jealous?"

I refuted him solemnly: "No? I'm envious of you having such loyal subordinates."

Hearing this, he asked me softly and casually: "In this case, is Ms. Saya going to be the mafia leader?"

I:? ? ?

etc!What are you talking about, is there something wrong with my ears or something wrong with your brain.

Faced with Nakahara Chuya’s eyes, I looked at Dazai Osamu’s smiling face as usual, and asked, “What do you want to do again?”

"You must have experienced it, the job of the police is very—"

"Are you a policeman?!" Nakahara Chuya's exclamation directly covered Osamu Dazai's voice, and he walked directly between me and Osamu Dazai with heavy steps? His eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You ?Who the hell is the woman?"

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Osamu Dazai? Lightly? He inserted the topic heavily: "Chuya, I don't seem to have allowed you to speak."

Nakahara Chuya was taken aback, turned his head and pointed the cannon directly at Osamu Dazai, no? He roared incredulously: "What do you guys want to do? Did you specially ask the police to come and kill you? Who was the assassin last time? You who sent here know better than me."

"So what?" Osamu Dazai was still smiling, his heavy eyes resembling obsidian, "Chuya, have you forgotten your identity?"

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai for a long time, until the expression on his face gradually became silent.He seemed to be extremely angry, and also seemed to be extremely disappointed. He left a sentence "You bastard, it is best to die", without turning his head, turned and left.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Chuuya has always had a bad temper," Dazai Osamu said indifferently, "Miss Saya, in the world you live in, is Chuuya also like this?"

I opened my mouth and was silent for a while before answering: "To be honest, I don't know Mr. Chuya well. Because of his mafia status, I didn't trust or even doubt him before. But I always feel that if It's Mr. Chuya's words, even if you say such annoying words, as long as you are in danger, he will rush to rescue you at the first time."

Osamu Dazai was taken aback and smiled.

Feeling awkward, I quickly left with an excuse.

I rubbed my head, I have a headache, okay? I just want to find a way to go home quickly.But Osamu Dazai said that a single "book" cannot send me back to the original world. I can only hope for other powers, such as my magical superpower brother.

... This? There is no difference between saying and not saying!

"Oh, no? I know brother... eh? Mr. Nakaya, why are you—"

"I don't care who you are, it doesn't matter if it's this world or another world," I looked at Nakahara Chuya who was waiting at my door, and saw his piercing gaze on me, Hearing him threaten in a low voice, "Go away."

What am I saying.

Even if Osamu Dazai made him angry again and again, he would still put him on the tip of his heart and protect him.

Seeing Chuya Nakahara like this, I somehow remembered that in the dark room, he was holding my neck tightly, and smiled softly and coldly: "What a pity. "

That feeling of suffocation that I couldn't get rid of suddenly filled my heart. I subconsciously stroked my neck and felt my heart beating.

Really bad.

Everywhere? Terrible.

His hostility was undisguised, and I was sensible enough to avoid him as much as possible.Stay in the room honestly every day? Memorize the information about the organization in black, or drink afternoon tea with Osamu Dazai.

In a few days, Zhong Yuanzhong was sent abroad on a business trip.Although he was so angry that he wanted to beat Osamu Dazai violently, but Osamu Dazai is the leader, and one of the three iron laws in the Mafia is to absolutely obey the orders of the leader, and he cannot violate the orders of the other party.

"No? Yes? It's because of me," I asked Osamu Dazai suspiciously, "I don't think I'm so important."

"Why would Ms. Saya think so?" He rested his chin on one hand and accused in a drawn out voice, "I have done so many things, yet you still doubt my sincerity towards you , this is really too much."

If you want to say why, this? It is my intuition of the public security elite.

Nakahara also hated me, so I specially sent him on a business trip or something. Doesn’t it feel like something that someone like Osamu Dazai who can climb to the position of mafia leader can do.

...I knew it, Osamu Dazai? How could someone be so emotional.

I looked at Osamu Dazai, who was staggering on the edge of the roof and was about to fall, and felt that the world was changing too fast, and I couldn't keep up with the times.

No? Ask me what happened, I don't know, I'm more at a loss than you all.

Obviously, as usual, I was nestled in the ultra-luxury room? Trying? To write down the information about the black organization. Suddenly there was a loud bang outside, and the whole building shook.I thought it was an earthquake, after all, earthquakes in this country are more frequent than love at the corner.As a result, as soon as I left the room, I heard gunshots accompanied by screams. The passing Mafia told me that people from the Armed Detective Agency were attacking and told me to take refuge immediately.

Subconsciously, I wanted to find Osamu Dazai, but instead of finding him in the other party's office, I found his secretary Yin.The woman in a suit told me that Osamu Dazai had gone to the rooftop, please save their leader.

After that, I caught Osamu Dazai who went to the rooftop.

"What are you doing?" I paused and changed the question, "What do you want to do?"

He stepped on the guardrail, his thin body swaying with the high-altitude wind like a kite.But he didn't notice at all, as if joking, he said with a relaxed posture: "If I die, Ms. Shaye will inherit the Mafia."

"Why?" I asked him, "Why do you want to die? You know that I am a policeman, why do you ask me to inherit the Mafia again and again?"

"I've always been very grateful to Ms. Saya." He smiled with crooked brows, not thinking about someone who was about to commit suicide by jumping off a building. "Because of you, Oda Saku can continue writing now. This is like a dream."

"...Where is Odasaku in this world?"

"In this world, he is still writing books."

...so what is the reason for your suicide?I think the ideas of these smart people are really weird, and there are more eccentricities than one.The most important friend is still alive, and he is also sitting in the supreme position. I really can't figure out why he can't survive.

He looked at me, probably understood my thoughts, and said with a smile: "Maybe I can't find the goal of life? I have been waiting, waiting to complete? My last mission, will" "Book" entrusted to Atsushi and Akutagawa to tell you the truth of the world.Now that the dream is over, it's time for me to wake up. "

"You may not believe it," I said silently, "Actually, I still have a lot of questions for you to answer. How about you come down first, and we will talk for ten or eight days, and you will not go to the rooftop again? Late."

Hearing this, he blinked his eyes and laughed out loud: "Miss Shaye is definitely not good at negotiating."

help!I have repeated it so many times, talking is really not my specialty, I have always been an actionist.But now the situation is urgent, no matter whether you are good at it or not? I can only go to it.Don't you know my superficial super power? Can I make the other party know what's wrong and make him realize that suicide is not a good choice.

I racked my brains and thought again and again, I tried my best? I persuaded: "What if Oda is bullied in the future? My friend's favorite writer has been hacked terribly on the Internet, and even developed into cyber violence? And people /To the point of meat. Without the covert protection of a big boss like you, he would definitely be bullied, can you really rest assured?"

Osamu Dazai laughed suddenly, tremblingly, which made me tremble with fear. I wanted him to come down and laugh again.

"Miss Saya, thank you very much." He was laughing, and at the same time, he opened his arms and fell down.

"Fuck—"

"Mr. Dazai!!!"

There seemed to be a sharp and shattering cry behind me, but I couldn't care less about it, and subconsciously rushed towards the edge of the rooftop.

Osamu Dazai's face was magnified infinitely in my eyes. I saw his smile froze, his face slowly sank, and he opened his mouth slightly, as if he was talking.

I grabbed his hand.

Fortunately, I insisted on exercising and never missed core strength training, so I was able to throw Osamu Dazai back to the rooftop.But I was not so lucky. I fell from the top floor of this building under inertia. It seemed that someone was exclaiming, but it was quickly covered by the whistling wind.

There seems to be a saying that people will see revolving lanterns before they die.The world slows down infinitely in my eyes, just like the slow motion in a movie, I can even see the tail of my flying hair through the reflective glass window.

I reached out and grabbed the protruding rebar.

The arm made a scalp-numbing sound, and the severe pain shot from the shoulder to the brain in an instant.

I almost died.

But it's dying now.

My shoulders were sore, numb and painful. I was hanging in mid-air. The only point of strength was the crumbling steel bars, swaying with the wind.

Fortunately, the fight between the Armed Detective Agency and Port·Mafia smashed this place into pieces, no? Of course I was smashed to the bottom of the building like a rotten watermelon and died clearly.

"Hey! The ugly person has fallen to his death, and the beautiful person is trying to save himself." I gritted my teeth and was about to throw myself off the cement board, when the steel bar creaked and broke.

I:? ? ?

I:! ! !

Tofu dregs project!I want to report!

The whistle sounded again in my ears, and the sky was getting farther and farther away from me. When I looked at the sunset at the edge of the sky, I felt a little dazzling.There was no support around me that I could hold on to, so I closed my eyes and let myself fall infinitely.

Then fell into a not-so-generous embrace.

That man's face was so cold that it was about to freeze, his teeth were clenched so hard that veins appeared on his forehead.

"You? Guy," he said word by word, "Can you fucking know how to fly?"