After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Osamu Dazai didn't know what he thought of, facing Ozzy's complicated eyes, he covered his mouth and smiled.

First he made a popping sound, and then he laughed so much that he sat on the table beside him, wiping away the non-existent tears in the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

He raised his chin, as if he was thinking about something important, put the tip of his index finger against his chin, and then lowered his head to meet Ozzy's eyes.

"Don't you even know what the Mafia does?"

Dazai's tone was full of surprise, as if he had called Oz a country bumpkin when they first met.

Seeing that Oz didn't speak, Dazai jumped down from the table again, all kinds of debris creaked under his feet, he waved his fingers, and counted all kinds of interesting things about his work to Oz one by one.

"For example, smuggling, by the way, you probably don't know what smuggling is, right? It means things that are not allowed to be sold by law, and we trade them. I don't know who got the last order. People know, and they brought a lot of bombs to ambush us, but unfortunately they didn't kill me."

"By the way, and what that brat said just now, collecting protection fees is also a basic business. If you can't pay it, you may be killed."

Dazai walked in front of Ozzy, and when he found himself approaching him, Ozzy actually turned his face away and took half a step back, and suddenly his expression turned bad.

"There are more excessive things, do you want to listen? It's just killing people, which is like eating. I don't know how many things I have done."

Oz clenched his back molars, and the aura around him became a little unstable.

Dazai still looked innocent, and the horrible things that came out of his mouth seemed to be as ordinary as eating as he said.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Oz's silence made Dazai frown. He put away his smiling expression, straightened up, and kicked the dead body of the boy next to him with his toes.

"It seems that you are also a boring guy."

After finishing speaking, with a subtle smell of blood, Dazai withdrew his gaze, passed Oz's side expressionlessly, and walked towards the exit of the coffee shop.

He didn't seem to see Ozzy's hesitation to speak, and he didn't seem to notice that the wind around Ozzy rolled up the cuffs of his coat on his shoulders.

The cuffs floating in the air finally fell to Dazai's side again silently because of Dazai's departure.

With such a decisive atmosphere, even Oda Saku, who has always been dull, noticed something was wrong.

He scratched his hair, and couldn't find a chance to put down the coffee cup in his hand. After watching Dazai leave, he could only take the last sip and came to Ozzy.

"Ah, doesn't Mr. Oz know about our work? Next time I have time, I will show you around? But my work is quite boring."

Oz smiled bitterly: "You really have some similarities with Mr. Yi Yong."

"Oh." Oda Saku responded, without intending to ask who Mr. Giyuu was, he paused for a while, and then continued: "Ango always said that I shouldn't follow Dazai's words to chat, otherwise he will keep pushing forward. "

"Although I think his words are actually very interesting, but Ango is a smart person, he must have a reason for saying so."

"So I think these words are also useful to you, and you can't follow Dazai and the like."

After finishing speaking, even Odasaku couldn't help laughing, he, who has always been at a disadvantage in front of Dazai, would one day be able to speak educational words to others.

"Anyway, don't quarrel."

Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku took away the remaining gangsters, and for a while, the cafe was empty.

As the dust from the fight gradually settled down, the coffee shop employees hid behind the counter, peeked out their heads, and looked in Oz's direction in horror.

Ozzy touched his pocket, took out a few gems, and gently placed them on the counter.

"Sorry, I don't have any money, so I can only use this to compensate for your loss."

The clerk shook her head again and again, as if she didn't dare to ask for it, until she saw the loneliness on Ozzy's face, she explained in a trembling voice: "No, no need, they will come to clear the place later."

"We pay the protection fee on time every year. If something like this happens during the protection period..." The clerk glanced at the messy store and sighed, "They will be responsible for the compensation, so it's considered insurance."

Ozzy didn't ask what the insurance was. He insisted on leaving the gem in the store, then picked up the boy's body from the ground and walked to the place where his brother died.

He thought that the boy should want to be with his relatives.

Oz came to an uninhabited coast with the two corpses. He let the nearby vines and grasses clear out two beautiful spots, and then put the two people who closed their eyes into it.

"Do you like the seaside? I quite like it."

He paused, but no one answered.

"I know that the cemetery needs to be purchased now, but I don't have any money." Ozzy looked in the direction of the boy, very disappointed, "The game console was crushed, I will buy it for you when I can make money."

"...Will you forgive him then?"

The sound of being blown away by the sea wind disappeared between heaven and earth, and no one seemed to understand where his sadness came from.

The blood race does not shed tears, so the way this guy who has lived for a long time expresses his emotions is just a rose that blooms beside him and then withers immediately.

In the few days since he left Dazai, Ozzy traveled to many places.He asked passers-by on the side of the road about the Port Mafia, but most of them fled away from Ozzy immediately after hearing this word.

There are also some old people who talk about the disasters of previous years and lament that the current mafia is not as fierce as before.

There were even a few children who aspired to grow up to join the Mafia. Each of them was a waif living in a poor street. The Mafia was like a talisman and an iron rice bowl for them.

Oh, by the way, there is also a big orange cat. After tricking Ozzy into buying him a small dried fish, he slapped Ozzy on the face with a soft slap to answer the questions that have troubled him for several days. .

Ozzy stood in the phone booth, not far from the golden sea horizon, and the seabird stopped near him, looking curiously at the two-legged beast that had stood still for a long time.

In his hand, he exchanged gems for two coins with children, enough for him to call a certain person and talk to him for a full 3 minutes.

Oz pressed a few numbers unskillfully, and heaved a sigh of relief when he heard a familiar voice from the opposite side.

"Mr. Odasaku, it's me."

"Mr. Oz?" Odasaku's voice was a little surprised.

Oz thought that their conversation was not long, so he asked directly, "How is Dazai?"

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"He didn't tell me how to contact me. I met your colleague and he gave me your number."

"So this is ah."

Oda Saku on the other end of the phone also paused a few times, and there was a slight sound of pushing the door open from his side.

Odasaku continued to ask: "I left you a letter at Dazai's house, it seems that you haven't returned."

"Hmm..." Ozzy lowered his head, and didn't say that he didn't know how to face Dazai, "I want to confirm Dazai's condition before leaving. He and I will complete the agreement with him as soon as possible."

Odasaku repeated Ozzy's words, and after a few seconds, he asked, "Do you want to speak to Dazai?"

Odasaku didn't wait for Ozzy's answer, but Ozzy's hands tightened after hearing a loud voice, and even his breath was a little messed up.

"We encountered an attack before, and all the enemies were the same guys as the pair of brothers who had been strengthened before. I don't know why Dazai passed out during the battle, and then... now he is in the intensive care unit." Oda Zuo's voice was a little erratic, as if he was a little away from the microphone, "Let's go to Lupin for a drink before we leave."

Ozzy's pupils constricted for a moment, and he leaned hard on the phone booth to scare away the seabirds around him.

On the other end of the phone, Dazai sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes downcast, holding a few small gemstones he had found from different places in his hands, the gemstones were warmed by the warmth of his palm, emitting a faint light.

Odasaku waited for him for a long time before he saw him pursing his lips, took the phone and put it to his ear.

However, the voice that was always full of doubts and tenderness did not come from the phone.

Ozzy didn't call him "Dazai" in his soft-sounding voice.

Nor did he use his magic to summon little flower buds to harass his profile and eyes.

Dazai put the receiver to his ear, and after about two or three minutes, he suddenly realized "Ah".

"He hung up."

The author has something to say:

After writing it and reading it myself, I feel that it should still be within the range that everyone can bear?This is already the most gentle abuse method I can write. After all, I am a cookie player, and writing abuse is still a bit rusty, hehehe.

In fact, the main thing is to feel sorry for Akutagawa who was hung up by Dazai, it was too miserable, and when I think of that scene, I want to scold Dazai for being a scumbag!It's too scumbag! !

In fact, I can sweeten it at the beginning of the next chapter, and I can abuse it in the second paragraph 2333

It’s just that the update may take until Thursday(.)

If you have a lot of favorites, a lot of comments, a lot of nutrient solutions, it’s not unreasonable to add more (not implying, just praying and crying!