Boss vest is omnipotent

"Petus?"

It was really hard not to let Toru Amuro think about what the other party said.The important members of the organization all use the name of wine, and Zhongyuan Zhongya is a cadre of the port mafia. In this case, mentioning this name must be implying something.

Looking at his face, the young mafia executive sighed and said helplessly, "He must have said something to you, but I advise you not to pay attention to what he said."

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for his follow-up.

"It doesn't make sense. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do. Anyway, it will develop according to his ideas in the end." The young man shrugged his shoulders, his tone relaxed and peaceful, just like ordinary gossip about the boss with his colleagues .

"So Mr. Dazai is the "boss"? "Probably feeling that there is no need to continue to be suspicious, Toru Amuro asked.

"Boss?" "The top cadre raised his eyes to glance at him, nodded heartily, and admitted, "I told you since we met. "

Toru Amuro: ...Who would have thought that you really didn't lie to me!

To be reasonable, Toru Amuro was only joking with Nakahara at the beginning. After all, who would tell a person who met for the first time that he is a mafia?Not even gin.

But Zhongyuanzhong also did the same.

He felt that he might have spent too long with detective elementary school students recently, and he no longer understood the current trend of gangsters.

It was only out of caution that I checked the information of my colleagues. As a result, the information of the other party was directly confidential, and it took a long time to get it.

The blond hair covered his eyes, so he had no way of knowing Toru Amuro's mood.His gloomy face made "Nakahara Chuya" smile, and asked teasingly, "How is it? Have you decided to resign?"

"No." Toru Amuro raised his face, as if the forbearance just now was just an illusion, he raised the corners of his mouth, and said brightly and sunnyly, "Let me stay, it will be very hard to find such a job again."

"Then you are very busy, he (Dazai) doesn't work at all."

"Central Plains Chuya" seems to have been persuading him, not wanting him to stay.Amuro fully acknowledged his kindness, but didn't want to leave like this.

"To be a "boss" is to have the right to be willful. "Toru Amuro seems to have figured it out, and he speaks more fluently." I talked with Mr. Dazai before about the topic of "Bourbon" that I like very much recently. If I can, I still don't want to change jobs. "

"He said something like that." "Nakahara Chuya" looked down at the time and clicked his tongue, "It's already this time, I guess he went into the water somewhere again, that guy."

"Enter the water..." Toru Amuro subconsciously repeated.

According to common sense, under normal circumstances, this word is used to indicate suicide by drowning.But considering that the other party is the leader of the port mafia, this word is definitely not a simple literal meaning.

According to his experience in the organization over the years, he still has a little understanding of the passwords of those people. The word "water" has many meanings, and it is occasionally used to refer to drugs, but he doesn't think Osamu Dazai is a drug addict, although Osamu Dazai's figure is a bit too thin for an adult male, and he also has a kind of The feeling of chronic lack of rest, but I must not have touched that kind of thing.

So it must mean something like that, right?"Water", known as the source of life, symbolizes vitality, so "entering water" means taking the life of others, right?

I just don't know who the target is, or whether it is too late to notify the police to monitor Osamu Dazai...

Speaking of which, the organization that sprang up somewhere recently is called "aqua", right?It seems that there are some contradictions in progress with the port mafia. Could it be that the leader is single-handedly going to take down the lair of the hostile forces?

"Yeah, it's one of his few personal hobbies that doesn't cause trouble to others." Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes, the whites of which accounted for most of the eyes, which looked a little fierce. "The more conventional method of suicide, Although it will stain your clothes, it’s better than a whim of hell cuisine.”

"Ah?" Toru Amuro remembered what he said when he met "Dazai" just now. It seems that he did say something like "entering the water is more comfortable than cutting his wrists" and "suicide with bright and vigorous vigor", because it was strange to see There were quite a few people, and he thought it was a joke.

So why is the boss of the mafia obsessed with suicide!It was simply beyond the scope of his common sense understanding. He had never seen a gangster who wanted to die, and even transcended the mundane world, making suicide a daily check-in habit.

Toru Amuro was silent for a while, then said, "Life is very precious, if possible, I hope he can cherish himself."

"Nakahara Chuya" couldn't help laughing. He clenched his left hand to cover his mouth, but his brows and eyes were raised. Although his usual demeanor was steady and cold, he looked very good-looking now when he smiled.

"You're quite interesting. I've changed my opinion of you a little bit." The top cadre exaggeratedly wiped the corners of his eyes, and pushed Amuro Toru with his forearm. "It's just dinner time. Let me treat you to dinner."

"are you free?"

"If Dazai is okay, I won't be busy." He wanted to hail a taxi, and said at the same time, "Let's treat it as a social interaction between colleagues. Can you drink? We can go to the izakaya to continue the game when we come back."

What a nice guy to get along with.Toru Amuro thought this way, serious and straightforward, if it wasn't for the mafia, Toru Amuro felt that he would be very happy to make friends with him.

Well, he's not much better. As a policeman, he is an undercover agent in the organization. With several identities, he is destined not to be as reckless as Mr. Zhongyuan.But he didn't feel it was a pity. If he wanted to realize his ideal, he was doomed to give up something. He just chose something more important to him.

"I drove here, take my car." Toru Amuro said.

Tokieda Chisato is also in a good mood, he knows the identity of Toru Amuro, this is information that can be made public to him, and it was because of Toru Amuro that he first chose to open the coffee shop downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency.

This person is just as he thought, a smart and interesting person. Life has brought him a lot of misfortunes, but he still walks forward. He is Shizhi Qiansheng's favorite ideal and strong type.

It's really good to know such a person.

Toru Amuro felt the gaze, and when he turned his head, Nakahara was just looking at his phone with his head down. He was always confident, but at this moment he couldn't help but wonder if he was too sensitive.

"Do you have any taboos? Western food or sushi barbecue? Or Chinese food is also good." "Nakahara Chuya" asked with his head lowered. The screen of his mobile phone was colorful, as if he was reading restaurant reviews.

"I can do it." Toru Amuro said, he had been nervous for a day, and he also felt a little hungry at this time.

"It's still barbecue. I haven't been there for a long time. But this kind of thing is still interesting to go with a group of people." He showed a nostalgic look, as if he remembered someone, and his expression was quite gentle.

"Mr. Nakahara used to go out to eat barbecue with friends?" Toru Amuro couldn't help asking, after this exchange, Toru Amuro felt that Nakahara Nakahara would still answer him.

Besides, he was really a little curious about how other mafia formed groups. During the days when he was an undercover agent, Gin Jiu organized several group building, but they were all unhealthy things like going to a commercial building to plant bombs.Is the Port Mafia a hanami picnic and barbecue?

"Well, about six years ago. At that time, I didn't have much common sense, and my friends often took me out." The young man leaned back on the seat and said, "At that time, we often played billiards together, but some people couldn't play well. It's cheating."

He seemed to be recalling something interesting, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "During the annual meeting that year, Dumbbird lost a bet with the public relations officer, and he also jumped into the love cycle with women's clothing."

Amuro couldn't understand, he was shocked.Does the port mafia still have an annual meeting?

Anyway, the organization has never been opened, where to open it?Siberia?Show it to the bears?Does Gin want to dance with Bear?

"You...have a rich life." Amuro said with emotion, "You must be very busy after being promoted, but you can still take time to get together with your former friends on weekends."

He was a little envious when he said that, and he really wanted to get together with his former friends again, but...

"Well, the cemetery is not far from there. I occasionally go to drink with them." Nakahara Zhong also said lightly, his face was expressionless, his blue eyes were very clear, but there was not much sadness.

"Sorry." Toru Amuro sighed and thought of his friend.

He was very clear about the feeling of losing his best friend, and his eyes towards Nakahara Chuya softened.And according to the other party, six years ago, he was only 16 years old, even if he was a mafia, he was still a child.

"It's nothing, and I brought it up myself." The red-haired young man looked out the window, the sky was completely dark, his delicate face was reflected on the reflection of the window glass, "I remember them enough, always It’s sad to be laughed at by them.”

"It's true." Toru Amuro pressed the button of the car CD twice, and the soothing music played, "This world may be more cruel to those who survive."

"Maybe." "Nakahara Chuya" glanced down at the phone, the bright screen on it was a map, and said, "Here we are."

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Toru Amuro saw the signboard, and after parking the car, the two stood in front of the barbecue shop.A waiter saw them, greeted them enthusiastically, and asked, "Hello, may I ask you two? Do you have an appointment?"

"No. Is there no place now?" the mafia cadre asked skillfully.

"Well, I'm a little busy now, do you want to wait for a seat?" The waiter asked with a embarrassed expression.

"Then..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a childish voice, "Ah! It's Brother Amuro!"

The two looked over at the same time. The elementary school student in a small blue suit and the beautiful high school age girl saw Toru Amuro and came over to say hello.

"It's Conan-kun and Miss Mori." Toru Amuro seemed to be familiar with them, and greeted them with a smile, "Are you coming to play too?"

"That's right, Sister Lan won the barbecue ticket. Tonight we will come together with Uncle Mori! Brother Amuro is also here?" Conan raised his head and said innocently.

"But we didn't have an appointment, so we're probably leaving now." Toru Amuro said, glanced at Chuya Nakahara, and introduced, "This is my colleague, Mr. Chuya Nakahara."

Then he introduced to the Mafia officials, "This is Miss Mori and Edogawa Conan-kun who lives in her house. Miss Mori is the daughter of the Mori Detective Agency above the coffee shop."

Toru Amuro was a bit hesitant to introduce him, but it was meaningless to stop him. The coffee shop is on the first floor, and we will meet sooner or later.

An early introduction to the wary little detective can also make him more vigilant.Although he thinks that Zhong Yuanzhong is also a good person, but he is always a mafia.

"Central Plains Chuya" seemed to attach great importance to them. When shaking hands with Mao Lilan, he took off his gloves. His gentle and gentlemanly attitude made Mao Lilan a little embarrassed.

The little detective wearing glasses looked at the beautiful hand under the glove and thought for some reason. When Zhongyuan Zhongye knelt down to greet him, he said, "Big brother, do you want to share the table with us? Our The table is huge - it can seat five more people!"

The red-haired young man looked back at Toru Amuro, who waved his hand and said, "Of course I'm fine. Didn't Mr. Nakahara also say that barbecue is more interesting with more people?"

"Then interrupt." "Nakahara Chuya" said.

They followed Conan and Ran to the table over there. At the moment, the well-known detective Mori Kogoro was laughing and chatting with a few people. The laughter was quite pleasant. I don't know if it was because of the compliments from the other party or because the few people around him were very excited. It's young and beautiful lady.

After being said a few words by his daughter, Mori Kogoro reluctantly said goodbye to the girls, and had nothing else to say about the two newcomers, "It just so happens that you are here, these two children can't drink, drink with me Two cups are fine."

"Mr. Mori, I want to drive, so I can't drink." Toru Amuro's tone was a little helpless. He could see that Kogoro Mori's face was a little red, and he was already getting angry.

"It's so boring—" He just greeted Zhongya Zhongya, and he didn't think that the other party was old enough to drink.

"Let me accompany you." "Nakahara Chuya" picked up the cup and said, "I haven't had a drink for a long time."

"you?"

Mori Kogoro stared at him, and before he could say anything about his age, Toru Amuro interrupted him, "Mr. Mori, Nakahara-kun can drink."

From the moment I met "Nakahara Chuya", I deliberately mentioned my age, and I knew that the other party must be very concerned about this kind of thing.And Mr. Zhongyuan has a good drinking capacity, just now he was talking about going to an izakaya for another round.

After hearing Amuro Toru's assurance, Mori Kogoro didn't have any worries anymore, and they chatted happily.

Toru Amuro ignored them, and Conan ran to him on the other side, tugged at his clothes, and asked him who Chuya Nakahara was.

"The calluses on his hands are only left by using a gun?" Conan raised his head and asked, "Is it really an employee of the coffee shop? And his clothes are expensive, or is he the boss or something? people?"

It's not the first time Amuro Toru and Conan have dealt with each other. He knows Conan's character well, but he still doesn't want to clarify the identity of Chuya Nakahara.On the one hand, he felt that this kind of thing should not be known to too many people, and on the other hand, Conan might test him, so he couldn't bet on this kind of thing.

He said with a smile, "He's the boss's secretary... probably with that identity, and I've noticed that he doesn't have a gun on him."

"Really?" Conan was still a little skeptical, he looked at the "Mr. Zhongyuan", and suddenly choked, "Brother Amuro..."

Toru Amuro turned his head, the young mafia cadre who impressed him as calm and reliable, his jacket was taken off, revealing a vest of the same color as the jacket, a tight-fitting black shirt outlined a slender waist, his face was flushed, and his eyes were dark. Some slack.

"Osamu Dazai! I'm going to kill you today!" He slapped the table and said loudly, "At two o'clock in the middle of the night, I said I wanted to drink the signature drink of the newly opened milk tea shop in Shibuya.

Conan: "...that's too much!"

"It blew up my car last month! I've driven the new car I just bought twice!"

Amuro: "This is really excessive."

"And last time, when I went home, I spent 8000 million to take pictures of Romanee-Conti. He drank half a bottle without saying hello!"

Mori Kogoro: "My God, 8000 million..."

"I'm going to assassinate him tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to become the boss!" He patted the table and said, "At that time, I will send him on business trips every day, twice a year, once for half a year!"

"Mr. Mori, how much did he drink?" Toru Amuro was shocked, it was not long, how could he drink like this.

Mori Kogoro is still quite sober, gestured at the wine bottle, "Two and a half glasses."

drink well...

Toru Amuro stood up, he couldn't just watch him drunk like this, it would be better to send him back, but as soon as he stood up, he heard a gunshot.

"...It's Bomberman!" Conan whispered, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "These guys are purely out to take revenge on the society, and they pick places where there are many people to blow up!"

"Call the police, I'll find a way to get close to them later." Toru Amuro nodded and arranged.

The noisy barbecue restaurant suddenly became silent, and the gangsters wearing black hoods suddenly rushed in, holding a few boxes in their hands.

After the silence, there was screaming, and the leader of the gangster fired another shot and said loudly, "Shut up!"

Most of the people in the store were ordinary people, who were terrified in the face of this situation, covering their mouths and dared not speak, only the intoxicated young man continued to talk about the three hundred ways to torture Osamu Dazai.

"The dwarf over there, didn't you understand what I said?"

The man shouted, but the young man who was named suddenly fell silent.

"Short?" His face was still a little red, he stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the gangster.

"Don't move!" The gangsters didn't expect such people to exist. Ordinary people would be terrified when they saw them, and fired in a panic.

The slender young man tilted his head slightly and dodged the bullet. There was a dark red in the depths of his blue eyes.

He loosened his joints and made a clicking sound. For some reason, the gangster over there suddenly became a little scared.

They obviously have guns and bombs, but facing such a bare-handed person, they feel fear.

"You guys, do you want to die?"