what does the leader taste like today

Dilu didn't know whether Osamu Dazai heard these words, after he calmed down, his mood swings were like a straight line, and there were no fluctuations.He didn't mind repeating it several times so that Osamu Dazai could hear him clearly, but before he could speak, he was driven back to the dormitory to sleep.

The cooperation with the Armed Detective Agency has been finalized. Although Mafia, the port at night, and the Armed Detective Agency at dusk are hostile organizations, once foreign enemies invade Yokohama, the night and dusk of Yokohama will be tight. For example, this time, the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency couldn't bear the fact that illegal drugs were raging in Yokohama, and they cooperated tacitly to find clues.

The intelligence department needs to work overtime all night to determine which life-threatening organization is controlling the circulation of prohibited drugs in Yokohama. This organization must be a local gang in Yokohama. Only local people are so familiar with the situation and division of regions, so familiar that they avoided the port. Mafia's eyes do that.The way to flow into Yokohama from the outside world was handed over to the detective agency.

Seven o'clock the next morning.

The sky was foggy and rainy, and the rain was not heavy, so it was unnecessary to take an umbrella.In the cold time of late winter and early spring, the pedestrians who come and go are already bloated, and the rain is blocked by thick clothes. It is not so important to use an umbrella or not.

Osamu Dazai was standing under the Mafia building at the port, with a line of bodyguards behind him. Against the backdrop of the group of burly bodyguards, his figure looked particularly slender.

He exhaled a breath of white air, and watched the white air slowly dissipate, merging with the hazy light rain.

The last time I went out was last autumn when I signed an alliance agreement with the Pengelie family. I didn't expect the cold half year to pass so quickly.This is also very good, Osamu Dazai thought, he doesn't like winter anyway.

At one minute past eight, Di Lu trotted to his side. His white hair was a little more warped than usual. It seemed that he hadn't combed much after getting up, and ran downstairs in a hurry.He stood beside Osamu Dazai, and the voice came out before his body stabilized.

Di Lu opened her mouth wide: "Ah——"

"Dilu, don't disappoint my expectations of you."

Today's breakfast is steamed buns filled with soup, which are still hot.

Seeing that he was eating happily, Osamu Dazai said flatly: "Since you are here, let's go."

"Wait!"

Seeing that Osamu Dazai was about to walk out from under the eaves without even opening an umbrella, Dilu quickly settled for breakfast.He opened a transparent umbrella from the umbrella stand next to him, and because he was much shorter than Osamu Dazai, he could only control himself to float up.

The transparent umbrella covered the top of his head, and he raised his head to watch the drizzle gather into drops and slide down the curved surface.

Osamu Dazai's dissatisfaction could not be heard in his tone: "Why do you need an umbrella? I haven't been in the rain for a long time."

Dilu didn't speak, tilted her head, glanced from his pale face to his slender body in front of Osamu Dazai, repeating the movements back and forth, with an expressionless expression that made people angry.

"Pull the umbrella away."

"No, Mr. Dazai's body is too weak, and it's cold now, you can't get in the rain."

"What?" Osamu Dazai complained, "Dilu, I found that you don't listen to me more and more, are you so rebellious because you entered puberty?"

"It's not rebellion, I'm just caring about your body."

Chatting without saying a word, Osamu Dazai and Dilu took a special car all the way to the location given by the Ministry of Intelligence.

After a night of overtime work by the intelligence department, the emergency report appeared in the hands of Osamu Dazai, who filtered out the main information at a glance.The car was running smoothly, so he didn't feel dizzy while reading text in the car.

"The Yoshida Group, a small third-rate organization, is mainly involved in the smuggling of luxury goods and medicines. In this incident, prohibited drugs appeared on Radium Bowl Street for the first time, but someone witnessed the members of the Yoshida Group appearing there. , the subsequent records are all related to the Yoshida group." He curled his lips mockingly, and made a comment, "You can't hide well."

"I thought that after going through the turmoil a while ago, these little characters who couldn't get on the stage would learn to be better."

The turmoil mentioned by Osamu Dazai was the change of the leader of the port Mafia more than half a year ago. At that time, many people died. After it subsided, Yokohama was peaceful for a while.Perhaps An Yi has cured the greed and appetite of these people. After more than half a year, these people dared to use the prohibited addictive drugs that Mafia expressly banned at the port.

"Then what should we do, Dazai-san."

Dilu sat beside Dazai Osamu, the mobile phone in his hand was still on the game interface.The leader next to him was reading the report, and the guards played the game quietly. He didn't ask questions until Osamu Dazai finished reading the document.

"Go to the headquarters of the Yoshida Group first. I don't care how they distribute medicine in Yokohama. I just hope that these people can live to tell me who the source behind the medicine is."

"Ah, here it is."

The car stopped in front of a small four-story building, which was the stronghold of the Yoshida Group.Compared with the stronghold of the underground organization, this place is more like a rich man's home. There is a small garden in front of the small building, but no one takes care of it, and yellow weeds are everywhere.

After getting out of the car, Di Lu didn't rush in, but covered the two of them with an umbrella, standing in front of Osamu Dazai and observing the front without moving.

The stronghold is too quiet, there is neither pretentious greeting nor imaginary shouts of killing, just like the boundless sea exuding a cold and salty smell, gradually rotting away.

Di Lu shrugged his nose: "It doesn't smell like a living person."

"That's too late."

"No." Di Lu fell into confusion, racking her brains trying to find an appropriate description, "It smells like death, but it doesn't seem to be completely dead."

"Is it a state infinitely close to death, then I'm even more curious!"

Inspired by Dilu's description, Osamu Dazai became excited, dancing and dancing in the empty courtyard, which seemed particularly abrupt.He pushed open the iron gate of the yard and walked in, with brisk steps, as if he was here for sightseeing rather than investigating the case.

There seemed to be movement in the door of the small building. After hearing the footsteps of outsiders, they all gathered towards the door. The closer they got, the more indescribably wonderful smell penetrated Dilu's nose.This smell is really hard to describe, it made his sensitive sense of smell temporarily disabled, and he couldn't tell whether the people inside were dead or alive.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about these things, he was brimming with joy, and pushed open the door: "The port Mafia is coming, death to those who disobey."

The eyes in the door all stared at him in unison.

"...Wow, I didn't expect that." Dazai Osamu turned his head and talked to Dilu next to him, "I seem to understand what you mean when you say that you are dead but not completely dead."

It's a zombie!

The people inside the door have lost their sanity, leaving only the most primitive animal instincts, unable to communicate or speak, and their brain nerves and cerebral cortex were destroyed by drugs, making them look like zombie monsters in various game movies, following the sound Walking towards the door staggeringly, showing full aggressiveness.

Osamu Dazai was still in the mood to tease: "It's hopeless, it's hopeless, please follow the doctor's advice when taking medicine in the future."

Di Lu complained solemnly: "This drug has not passed the review of the Food and Drug Administration, and there is no doctor's advice."

The lost people are all members of the Yoshida group. The report given by the intelligence department has their faces. Ogiro compared them one by one and confirmed that it should have been a short time between them being drugged and arriving at the port of Mafia. Their faces are still clean. It's not troublesome to match.

During his confirmation process, the zombies had already swayed into the yard and surrounded Osamu Dazai.

"Is this a great gift for us?" Even though he was surrounded by a group of zombies, Osamu Dazai did not have any negative emotions. He folded his arms to observe the other party, and only called out softly when the zombies were about to pounce on him.

"Dilu."

The thought force manipulated the stones in the garden, and after a pause in mid-air, it shot out, easily poking holes in the foreheads and hearts of the zombies.

However, this did not stop their movements, they just paused for a while and then continued to pounce forward.

"Eh?"

"Remove their mobility." Osamu Dazai commanded.

Di Lu did as he did, this time he directly manipulated the zombie itself, and with a wave of his arm, he performed the classic drama of tearing up devils online. He removed his knees and arms, and the zombie was dismantled into scattered pieces by him, and he still persevered Moving around, Osamu Dazai had to sigh with emotion at their tenacious vitality.

It's a pity that these people have long been brain-dead, and only their bodies can move.

Cutting off the nerve separation parts can't make these fragments stop moving. They scattered in pieces and moved aimlessly in the weeds, but the loss of senses and thinking ability made these things like earthworms in the dirt, funny and scary.

Di Lu returned to Dazai after finishing his work. He watched Dazai squat down, stretched out a hand, picked up the hand that was still wriggling on the ground through the bandage, and put it in front of his eyes for careful observation.He looked at the broken hand back and forth, and finally threw it on the ground in disgust.

"gross."

Through the bandage, there was still the tactile sensation of touching a severed hand in his hand, it was warm and sticky, and his facial features were wrinkled together with nausea, but there was no paper to wipe or water to wash hands in this broken place, and he couldn't help it either. I don't want to rub it on my body.

"Oh, why should I touch it?"

He had no choice but to raise his hand.

Dilu looked at it, took out a new roll of bandages from his pocket, took Dazai Osamu's hand, removed the old bandage that was broken by touching it, and replaced it with a new one. It's as if the ground has never been replaced.

"Why do you still carry bandages with you?"

"Because Mr. Dazai needs it, you like the look of the bandage very much." Di Lu patted his own work, "It just works now."

Putting on a new bandage and removing the dirty things, Osamu Dazai was obviously satisfied: "I don't even wear bandages with me, but you actually do."

"Because it's Dazai-san."

Osamu Dazai was in a happy mood with Dilu telling the truth with a deadpan face, but he had to maintain the majesty of the leader on his face, and he couldn't make his good mood so obvious. He coughed and changed the subject.

"By the way, Dilu, do you think these zombies look familiar?" Dazai Osamu squatted on the ground and hugged his face, speaking leisurely as if talking about today's weather, "I'm not talking about the appearance, I'm talking about their appearance. way of activity."

"One thing, Mr. Dazai, I feel that the power on them is a bit familiar." Dilu squatted beside Dazai in the same posture.

Although the rain was light, it kept falling.The squatting posture made it easier for Dilu to hold up the umbrella, and regardless of the height difference between him and Dazai Osamu, they looked at the stumps in the yard like fish landing on the shore.

"That's it, then I'm sure." Osamu Dazai whispered softly, "I think the way of moving organs and limbs casually, and still moving after removing them, is very similar to yours, Dilu."

Di Lu also said at the same time: "Mr. Dazai, the power fluctuations I feel in them are very similar to myself."

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