what does the leader taste like today

I'm such a genius.

Di Lu is very confident.

He put his eyeballs on Mr. Ono's palm, and after the warm spherical object rolled around, his light purple pupils fixed on Mr. Ono and stopped moving.

The effect looks good.Di Lu tried to control Ono to raise his hand, then his arm, a few simple instructions were executed smoothly, and he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, walked to Osamu Dazai, and raised his chin: " That should be fine."

He still doesn't understand that this kind of emotion is called complacency, and this kind of behavior is called showing off. He instinctively does what he wants to say, and wants to get Dazai's approval.

"Hey, so the eyes can still be used like this." Osamu Dazai applauded with dignity.

At the beginning, Di Lu only had a hazy consciousness, knowing that she could manipulate objects with her mind and sight, and a lot of common sense in knowledge and abilities came to her intermittently at a certain moment.This time was no exception, he was just thinking about whether there was a way to protect Osamu Dazai and at the same time become a delivery boy, and the idea of ​​"can remove the eyes" suddenly popped out of his mind.

Hands are faster than brains, and he does.

Seeing that the process of manipulating Mr. Ono was extremely smooth, Di Lu nodded in satisfaction.Carefully opened the curtains of the office a small gap, Dilu intends to airdrop Ono from here.

"and many more!"

Sunlight scrambled in through the gaps, shining warmly on the floor.Beams of light brushed Dilu's profile, passed through his eye sockets, and landed at Osamu Dazai's feet.Osamu Dazai couldn't help squinting his eyes at the sunlight that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he waved his hand.

"There seems to be something missing."

He was right.Di Lu frowned, and went through the elementary and junior high school textbooks that he had learned in his mind recently, and made sure that he was not as careful as Mr. Dazai, and even forgot such an important thing.

Walking back to her small table, Di Lu took out a clean A4 paper, wrote on it with a marker pen in big words "One piece of crab meat dish, pack and take away", then folded the paper and stuffed it into Mr. Ono in his pocket.

He can only forcibly manipulate the movements of objects from the outside world, but he cannot manipulate Ono's thoughts so that he can accurately pronounce the correct syllables with his tongue and vocal cords when facing the waiter. Of course, it is necessary to use such a piece of paper to complete the necessary social interaction of human beings.

correct.

Di Lu ran back to Dazai Zhi's side again, tugged on the hem of Dazai Zhi's clothes, and said expressionlessly, "Give me the money."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, and threw a bank card to Dilu: "Chuya's bank card, take it and swipe it casually, the password is xxxxxx."

Dilu went over how to use the bank card in his mind, but he didn't realize how bad it was that Nakahara Chuya's bank card was quietly thrown to him by Osamu Dazai.His focus was not here, and he whispered how to correctly "di" on the POS machine, and Di Lu, who swiped his card, confirmed that there was no problem, and controlled Mr. Ono to climb out of the window.

He seemed to intend for Ono to shoot out in a straight line to reach his destination like the pebbles he controlled in the last mission.

"and many more."

"What I said is less is the behavior of human beings, Dilu." This time he was stopped again, Dazai Osamu gestured excitedly, "You have to let Mr. Ono go downstairs on his own two legs, and then take a taxi. Buy something and go back the same way.”

"Instead of letting him fly out and then fly back like now, this is not in line with the living habits of human beings, and it may also hurt Mr. Ono."

Di Lu, who had no common sense, opened her mouth, and her dry words were like a sponge that lost water: "Such a delicate operation will consume my energy very quickly."

It's like changing from a remote control car to a puppet show, it's very troublesome to think about.Even so, Di Lu waved her hands obediently, let Ono come down from the window, and said sorry in a low voice.

"It's okay, I won't starve you." Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "I'm also curious about what Dilu can do."

Osamu Dazai, who was in high spirits, was like a curious baby who found a toy. He opened the drawer and took out a brand new mobile phone with no signs of use. After turning on the video call function, he placed it in Ono's other hand.

The other end of the video call is projected on the office wall.

The leader who had done all this squinted his eyes and smiled innocently.He patted Ono's shoulder, knowing that this man still had his own consciousness, and said softly, "Come on, newcomer to the intelligence department."

At first, Di Lu thought that the process of manipulating Ono was like playing Super Mario, that he could skip mushrooms and props, and as long as he rushed straight to the finish line, he would win, but the reality gave him a blow.

He felt that he was playing human beings and failed miserably. He needed to control Ono's limbs, as well as his center of gravity and walking style, so that he would not roll down the stairs when he went downstairs, and would not twist his neck 180 degrees when he turned his head.

It took 10 minutes from leaving the chief's office to entering the elevator and pressing the floor button.

It's so troublesome, even more troublesome than playing games with Zhong Ye online.Di Lu was concentrating on the operation, and Mr. Ono in his vision moved slowly to the door of the building, waiting for a taxi to take him to a destination five kilometers away.

The moving process was projected onto the wall, and every move was monitored.Osamu Dazai hummed a little song leisurely, looking at the screen like watching a pantomime.He is like watching a movie in a movie theater instead of being a social animal in the office. It would be more perfect if he could have Coke popcorn on hand.

Putting his hands behind his head, the office chair swayed with his body, Dazai Osamu casually directed: "It's so hot outside, let the hard-working Ono-kun take off his black coat."

"Mr. Dazai, don't talk."

Di Lu is very serious.

The sudden instruction made him a little distracted, so Mr. Ono put his hands and feet up high, lying on the billboard of the station like a gecko, and his strange posture attracted the attention of the people around him.Di Lu frantically brought Mr. Ono's posture back to normal, and the extra manipulation made his strength almost bottom out.

It would be nice if Dazai-san wasn't so active.

He thought so, and choked out a word: "Hungry."

Osamu Dazai immediately said: "Dilu is the most reliable subordinate in Yokohama, even more reliable than Chuya."

cheer up!no problem!Dilu you can!

Osamu Dazai's rainbow fart blows in a set way, which makes Dilu's stomach bag always in a state that is about to bottom out but can be maintained.Taking a deep breath, concentrating, and concentrating, Di Lu became more and more proficient at handling Ono, from being drunk at the beginning to perfectly blending into the crowd.

Except when the driver asked the destination in the taxi, because Ono was unable to speak, he took out his mobile phone and poked around on the memo, and finally expressed it correctly, and finally got the driver's pitiful and sympathetic sigh.

"Good boy, why is he a dumb..."

Ono: "..."

A little flaw in the process will not affect the achievement of the goal set by Osamu Dazai. From buying back the designated high-end crab meat dish at the Shinbashiya five kilometers away, to manipulating Mr. Ono to return to the top floor of the Mafia building in the port, the total process Accumulate no more than nine 10 minutes.The guards did a good job and were not kicked out of the port of Mafia for failing to bring food to the chief.

Di Lu is very satisfied.

It is the long-term fine operation that makes him a little tired.

"sleepy."

Signaling Mr. Ono to put the bento and eyeballs on the desk, Dilu rubbed the only eye that was still in its socket.The sudden relaxation after releasing the control made his whole body tired, he covered his mouth, yawned, turned his head and whispered to Osamu Dazai.

Tired enough to close his eyes when talking, Osamu Dazai looked at him, ruffled his hair, without the usual teasing and sarcasm: "Go to sleep."

In fact, regardless of Dazai Osamu's permission or not, Dilu couldn't control her drowsiness, and barely saying "sleepy" was a test of willpower.He didn't hear what Osamu Dazai said at all, and he didn't see his face clearly. He slammed his face down on the leader's desk with a "bang", and it hurt to look at it.

Just like that, Di Lu didn't even wake up.

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, but didn't bother him, and let Dilu sleep soundly on the desk that belonged to him.He poked Dilu's face maliciously, leaving red marks on his fair to almost transparent skin.The soft touch was still warm, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Then there's another thing.

"Okay, newcomer, can you please stay?"

Ono hasn't left yet, or rather, the leader of the port Mafia doesn't allow him to leave.Osamu Dazai hooked his lips at him, the curve of the corner of his mouth concealed danger.

Sitting or not, Osamu Dazai was stretched out on the chair as if boneless, with his hands folded in front of his chest.The crab meat dish on the table looked exquisite, but it couldn't arouse his appetite.He said lazily: "I won't eat the food, I don't dare to eat it."

"After all, your organization whose member codes are all alcohol seems to specialize in drug research. Who knows if there is any poison in it?"

Osamu Dazai's smile remained unchanged: "You're right, this gentleman whose pseudonym is Ono."

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The author has something to say:

Di Lu was still dreaming half asleep: Mai Aisi!Mai Aisi!

The winery is outrageous. I checked the settings of the members of the winery and found that there are only killers left in the members besides Erwuzi. Good guy, it is an international secret organization. It doesn’t even have a spy. He held Er Wu Zai in his hands.How did such an organization survive for so long? ?

Osamu Dazai: ^_^ So I killed their intelligence personnel?

Gin: Tired.jpg