what does the leader taste like today

"It looks like Arden is dying."

The tires rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound, drawing a deep scorched black mark on the ground. After repeated trials on the verge of car crash, the car stopped steadily at the gate of the hot spring villa. It was an exciting racing-level drift at first glance.

What is the expression of getting on the car, what is the expression of getting off the car.Dilu didn't feel the excitement of driving, so he jumped out of the car, and then kept the door open to let the air in the narrow compartment, so that Atsushi Nakajima, who was seated with him, could feel better.

Di Lu poked Nakajima Atsushi's face repeatedly, shook his head and announced the verdict: "Aton is hopeless."

From a white tiger to a sick cat, only the car driven by Osamu Dazai was needed last time. Atsushi Nakajima's face was so blue that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were only faint circles. In the back seat, I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't speak.

"Then leave him alone, let's check in, Dilu." Dazai Osamu also got out of the car. He was in a good mood after driving dangerously. He closed the car door without sympathy and walked towards the reception, leaving only a seaweed The back of the head in general.

"No... I can still do it, I can still persist." Nakajima said with a sigh of relief.

He struggled to get up, and when he tried to get out of the car, his legs were so weak that he almost rolled down, and his head was only five centimeters dangerously away from the stone steps on the side of the road.Fortunately, Di Lu had been watching from the side, and at the moment he fell down, he forcibly reversed his standing posture with his thoughts.

It's so dangerous, it really depends on me, Di Lu thought blankly.

The fine manipulation of mind power is not difficult for him, Di Lu patted Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Aton, don't struggle, let me help you get there."

"Help me? Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Dilu!"

Irresistible, Nakajima Atsushi immediately transformed from a salted fish that was about to collapse to death into a wind-up little robot. Just now he needed to hold the car door so as not to fall, and now he can take a big step to perform in the middle of the road Broken boulders in the chest.

But it's just a look!Only the expression on his face was Nakajima's own, and he looked like he was about to cry.It wasn't him walking at all, an invisible force wrapped his limbs and pushed him forward. Everyone likes to watch a puppet show, but the person being treated as a puppet is not fun at all.

He is that puppet now!Has anyone come to rescue him? Atsushi Nakajima's heart is a little broken. He feels that his hands and feet are not his own.

However, it is impossible to save him. He was forced by Dilu to take him to the reception of the hot spring villa. When he entered the door, he could still see Osamu Dazai joking with the female staff at the reception.

"Can you change me to a bigger room, beautiful lady, for the sake of being so cute, I am willing to pay double the price for this mistake." Osamu Dazai waved the black card in his hand showing off , Also give the receptionist a wink.

Osamu Dazai's skin is too deceptive. If you look at his face alone, he is extremely harmless to humans and animals. It can fully stimulate the desire for protection, and he just happens to be an excellent template for a handsome guy.

The receptionist blushed and paused for a moment before explaining in a professional manner: "I'm sorry sir, because it is a trial operation, we only opened some rooms and facilities. In fact, sir, you have reserved the largest suite, or The only room with its own hot spring. If necessary, I can change you to two smaller rooms.

The destination of Osamu Dazai and Ogiro is this hot spring hotel, which is located on the top of a mountain near Tokyo, and it is said that there is also a stake in the port Mafia.Because it has not yet officially opened, there are very few customers and it is not well-known. It does not accept tourists to come independently, and only sends invitations to specific groups of people.

"So that's how it is," Osamu Dazai took back the card regretfully, "There's no other way, and I don't want to embarrass you, Miss."

The first thing Dilu saw when he entered the door was Osamu Dazai skillfully stuffing a familiar card back into his pocket. He expressed his doubts bluntly: "Isn't this Chuya's card? Mr. Dazai, you stole Chuya's card again Yet?"

"How can using Chuya's card be called stealing? Isn't it only natural for me to use the little man's money?" After all, Nakahara Chuya's salary is paid by Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Zhi waved his hands seriously: "Besides, Dilu, you are really too difficult to raise, how can I afford you if you don't rely on the middle school?"

It makes sense, when Dilu has any problems in life, she always finds Chuya Zhongyuan, and she can be regarded as a cub who was raised by Chuya.

He also nodded like Dazai Osamu, confirming that there is no problem.

The parties talked as if no one was there, and felt logical and self-consistent, but Atsushi Nakajima didn't think so!Although he grew up in an orphanage and has never been involved in society, he also knows that what Osamu Dazai said is really very problematic!

Zhongye sounds like a masculine name, so stealing Zhongye's money and repaying it is justified, isn't this just nurturing!Relying on Zhong Ye to raise Dilu, isn't this an even more difficult story to tell...

Mr. Dazai is like a scumbag who steals money from his wife to support his mistress.

The point is that not only Atsushi Nakajima thinks this way, there is another small group waiting to check in at the reception, two men and two women, the fat young man leading the way has a look of disdain, and whispers in a commanding voice: "A little boy who relies on a rich woman still brings It's not ashamed for my mistress to come out for a private meeting."

I thought my voice was low, but everyone could hear me.

After confirming that he was the center of sight, the fat young man yelled loudly: "Isn't it money? Hey, I'll pay three times the money and give me your room."

The fat young man put all his weight on his female companion, so that his female companion accidentally staggered back a step, and scattered the snacks in the backpack all over the floor.The other two companions beside him hurried forward to help clean up, but he himself was still pointing at the spot.

"Yami, you almost made me fall, be careful."

"Really, the hot spring that my father introduced is not reliable at all. The facilities are not complete, and the transportation is inconvenient on the top of the mountain. You can't even buy a pack of cigarettes. There is no small hot spring for a private room. You have to go to a mixed bath." The fat young man babbled a lot, and finally turned to Osamu Dazai to emphasize his request, "Little boy, give me your room, you can just ask me a price, I have plenty of money."

Dilu and Osamu Dazai patiently waited for him to finish speaking.

After he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai took a big step forward in an exaggerated way, and walked directly to the side of the fat young man: "I know you! Aren't you the son of Kikumoto Liquor Industry? I am really honored to meet you What's your name? Ichiro Kikumoto, Taro Kikumoto?"

"That's my dad's name you said! My name is Kiyoshi Kikumoto." The fat young man named Kiyoshi Kikumoto pushed Dazai impatiently, but found that the strength of this thin man was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't push Dazai at all. rule.

I could only grit my teeth: "So what do you want to change the room to me!"

"Young Master Kikumoto took a fancy to my things. It's an honor." Osamu Dazai shook his head, and then made a big cross in front of his chest, "But the price to be paid is very high."

"What price, you tell me, I will pay."

Can there still be a price that Kikumoto Liquor can't afford? The fat young man didn't care. He was dragged to a small corner by Dazai Osamu, with his back turned to everyone, as if he was going to discuss it.

Everyone could see that Osamu Dazai smiled gently and whispered something in his ear.

The voice was so low that no one could hear what he was saying except Kiyoshi Kikumoto.

But he started shaking.

Osamu Dazai is like a poppy that blooms in the dark night, he is obviously smiling, but it makes people shudder.Only Kikumoto Kiyoshi felt the dark aura erupting from him in an instant, which was so thick that it was almost suffocating, and it was so gloomy that it was about to freeze.

This, who is this person!

No one heard what Osamu Dazai said except him. From the eyes of others, Master Kikumoto seemed to have given up and was still thinking about the wall. Only he knew that when Osamu Dazai spoke, he only had shivering calves.

But only for a few seconds, Osamu Dazai patted him on the shoulder, smiled and turned to play with Atsushi Nakajima, who was controlled by Dilu.

"It's done, I used my signature smile to make Master Kikumoto give up the idea of ​​changing rooms with me!"

"Di Lu quickly controls Dun to become a big cat."

"I can't create things out of thin air, Mr. Dazai, and Aton is not like a big cat at all." Dilu gave him a strange look. He was not interested in what Dazai Osamu said to that person, but continued to push Nakajima Dun moved on.

Apart from Kiyoshi Kikumoto, only Dilu felt the dark aura that erupted at that moment, but he is different from Kiyoshi Kikumoto who is hiding in the corner facing the wall now, Mr. Dazai's darkness will only make him feel delicious.

It's a pity that it wasn't directed at him, so it wouldn't be interesting.

Dilu, who had no interest in strangers, took Dazai Osamu with one hand and dragged his luggage into the long Japanese-style aisle. The stranger he didn't care about disappeared after a turn.

"Yes, hot spring!"

After entering the room, Di Lu happily jumped into the yard that comes with the suite.Because it is late at night, the poolside is full of lanterns with templates of various lotus flowers, illuminating the rising and diffuse mist.

The room is a Japanese-style wide room. You need to lay a layer of futon to sleep. The exterior is also decorated in a Japanese style. Every flower and grass, every step and every scene. Even the steaming hot spring water gives people a sense of tranquility. The pool is bigger than imagined Quite a lot, more than enough for three people, and Dilu didn't know why Osamu Dazai wanted to change rooms.

This was Dilu's first time soaking in hot springs since he became conscious. He ran to the yard to have a look and then came back. Although the muscle lines of his face remained unchanged, Osamu Dazai could clearly see the stars in his eyes.

"Mr. Dazai, shall we go to the hot spring next?"

Osamu Dazai consciously put his hand on Dilu's head, and slowly and irresistibly messed up his hair even more.

He refused, "No, I don't want to take a hot spring."

"Di Lu, have you forgotten the hard drive we just got from the Black Organization? I want to see the experimental data." Osamu Dazai said lazily.

"Then A-Dun and I went to soak first, but A-Dun doesn't have a bathrobe, so I have to buy one first." Dilu stretched out his hand naturally, "Mr. Dazai, give me the money."

It is very normal for Dilu to have no money, because Osamu Dazai never paid him a salary, and the money is used to fill his stomach. Dilu, who does not need money to buy food, naturally has no need for money, such an evil boss education way.

Dazai Osamu looked at him, moved his hands slowly, and finally put the black card that Dilu was familiar with: "Chuya's card, you know the password."

"Okay, Dazai-san will obediently wait for me to come back."

The muscle line at the corner of Dilu's mouth was slightly upward, it was almost impossible to see that it was a smile, and it disappeared so quickly that Osamu Dazai thought it was an illusion.

So he rubbed Dilu's hair harshly again.

It's just that this time he was dodged, and Di Lu, who took the money, stuck out her tongue at him, then turned her head to shake Nakajima Atsushi who was lying on the ground: "Aden, let's go, I'm going to buy you clothes for soaking in the hot springs. , or do you want me to help control the body?"

Life doesn't need a second experience of being a marionette!

Atsushi Nakajima trembled, Carp turned over and stood up: "No need, Mr. Dilu! I can walk by myself when I recover!"

"Really?" Di Lu doubted.

"Yes, yes, you trust me."

Atsushi Nakajima read regretful emotions from his eyes, so he desperately expressed that he was healthy and energetic enough to climb another mountain, and pushed Dilu out of the room again.

The room without Dilu suddenly became quiet.

Although Dilu is not a talkative existence, Dazai Osamu will feel noisy for no reason when he is around.

He doesn't like quietness, and he doesn't like excitement. He is an observer who dissociates from the crowd, and some are just lonely.

Di Lu is like a lively scene that belongs only to him.

Osamu Dazai, who was not busy, became lazy, so lazy that he didn't even have an expression on his face. He moved to the side of the suitcase bit by bit, dug out his data reading device and computer, and plugged in the hard disk that Dilu gave him.

In fact, only the resultant experimental reports were copied in the hard disk, and a lot of routine and data were omitted in the middle, so Osamu Dazai could easily find the few articles he wanted to read.

"Analysis of Molecular Formula Composition of Special Substances", "Experimental Material No. [-] (Eyeball) Life Speculation".

The two reports are more than 60 pages long, filled with a lot of professional terms.At the beginning, Osamu Dazai patiently prepared to read it bit by bit, but the technical terms that mainly rely on guessing really made him confused.

So he simply turned to the end to see the conclusion directly.

"...The cell activity of this eyeball far exceeds that of a normal living body. The special substance (temporarily named A) detected in it provides energy and activity for the cells. Substance A has strong phagocytosis and is fatal to humans... ..."

"Substance A has not found the same example in known biology, so it is speculated that the special life form with this eyeball may have mutated under certain conditions, and it has nothing to do with the supernatural person, the flame messenger, or the ghost spirit. .”

"This life form is unique and represents a new power system in a whole new world."

The mouse did not move for a long time, Osamu Dazai was thinking all the time, his eyes fell on the last sentence.

The artificial white light of the computer hit his face, blocked by eyelashes, unable to cover the shadows under his eyes, so he looked a little depressed.Osamu Dazai seemed to have been thinking for a long time, until the light was dimmed, and he was about to enter sleep mode.

One second before the sleep aid, he finally sighed, and he didn't know who the sigh was for.With a movement of his fingers, Osamu Dazai dragged out the two reports and threw them into the trash can to be crushed and destroyed.

Right-click to clear, and the only report in the world on the speculation of Dilu's species has disappeared.

After destroying the documents, Osamu Dazai lay on the ground in a daze.

The facilities of the hot spring villa are not yet complete, and yukata can only be bought at the foot of the mountain, so Dilu and Atsushi Nakajima have not returned yet.Osamu Dazai, who had no helpers, didn't even bother to take out the bedding from the closet. He lay lazily, planning to wait for the two men who had gone out to play to come back before getting up.

Soaking in hot springs, sleeping, or playing games is also fine. In short, turn off your mobile phone so as not to be disturbed by work.

He thought well, but couldn't help but let out a scream that broke his original plan.

There was a mix of screams and curses, followed by chaotic footsteps and shouts, which Osamu Dazai heard finally landed outside his door.

So before the people outside the door greeted him, he slowly got up from the ground and opened the door one step earlier.

Conan's hand knocking on the door landed in mid-air in embarrassment, and then retracted in embarrassment.

Now that you know someone is coming, why don't you let him knock on the door!Conan was 100% sure that the black-haired, kite-eyed adult in front of him did it on purpose, but there was no evidence.

Can only bear with it, the fake primary school student who looks not as high as the other's thigh took a deep breath, pretended not to see the other party's series of actions, raised his head and exclaimed at Osamu Dazai: "Big brother, someone died!"

"Hey, someone died." Dazai Osamu slowly repeated what Conan said, "If you're going to die, why don't you take me with you? I'm a little angry so I'm going to sleep."

"Kid Conan, good night, if you don't sleep, you won't grow taller."

Dazai smiled and closed the door.

With a snap, Conan and Osamu Dazai were separated by a cold door.

Conan, who looks like a seven-year-old kid on the surface, but is the high school detective Shinichi Kudo on the inside, puts a question mark on his head slowly, not paying attention to how Osamu Dazai called out his name accurately.

He faced the door and pondered what was wrong.

Wasn't the purpose of his coming here to gather all the suspects, and now he was driven to sleep by the suspects and locked out of the door.

What's going on with this suspect!Why are you so calm when everyone is dead!

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The author has something to say:

Last night's update, after writing it, I found that it would be better to post it in the morning after two o'clock.

The cold and the menstrual period make today more uncomfortable than yesterday, sigh, the body is not very good after staying at home for too long, so everyone must exercise more!