The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

A few minutes later, the door of the conference room was opened from the inside.The people inside came out one by one, and then saw Haruno Kirakako standing at the door.

"what happened?"

"Miss Miyuki came over just now, and took the things that Oda-kun left behind." Haruko Kirakako said this, showing a somewhat puzzled expression, "She originally said that she would wait for Oda-kun here. But Later, I don’t know why... I rushed out suddenly.”

So everyone turned their heads and looked at Oda Sakunosuke standing among them.

"what?"

The red-haired young man was stunned for a few seconds, his expression looked more bewildered than everyone present.

He thought about it for a while, and finally he seemed to have figured out something: "Although I don't know the reason... But if the child really needs help, he will definitely say it."

***

Oda Miyuki was running.

After the accident a month ago, she recalled some of her memories and picked up some of her childhood physical exercises.

She did not hide this matter from her family, including re-consulting Oda Sakunosuke.After discovering that Xingsuke bought a gun secretly, he beat him by the way—it’s okay, even if you don’t use your personality, it’s still quite easy to beat a little boy who is 1.7 meters tall.

This may be an unfounded worry, or it may be a remedy after a disaster.But since she crawled out of the shell, there is no reason to shrink back.

Just like the recording she heard 10 minutes ago at the door of the meeting room of the detective agency——

Turning a detour, Oda Miyuki stopped to avoid a passerby who almost hit him.

She doesn't need to think about "whether she heard it wrong". After the passivation caused by personality disappears, even if there is only such a hint... all kinds of "evidence" on someone are so upright that they are placed under her nose.

Just like in the memory of six years ago, she and Fyodor when she was a teenager rushed back to the community, and then under the dim far light, she saw the boy in black surrounded by crowds.

More than 2000 days have passed, even people with the best memory can hardly remember the blurred faces they met once.Even if Oda Miyuki has special recognition skills, he still dare not be [-]% sure.

But now, if you still talk about "possibility", it is pure self-deception.

The girl adjusted her breathing, and finally saw the doorway of her home and the station that was close at hand.

She did not stop at the door, but confirmed the number of the bus that had just arrived, and rushed up in two or three steps.

The residence of the Oda family is close to Tokyo Bay, only three bus stops away from the five well-known buildings of the Port Mafia.

A few years ago, Oda Sakunosuke often took this bus.Now the outer shell of the car has been changed, and the scenery on both sides is no longer the same as before.

Oda Miyuki looked at the coastline not far away, and suddenly realized that he hadn't come this way for at least three years.

When I got off the bus from the terminal, I could already see the headquarters building of the Port Mafia.This is the rush hour for commuting, and people of different identities and professions come and go on the sidewalks on both sides of the coastline.

However, when the distance was as close as about [-] meters outside the Ganghei Building, there were only men and women in black suits left.

The tallest building of the Port Mafia has almost 40 floors to the top, and there are almost one level at a time.Breaking through the barriers to meet the uncrowned king of the port mafia without permission is next to impossible.

No matter how many assassinations there have been in the past few years, not a single intruder has left alive.Not even a single person can send out the received news.

Today, Chuya Zhongya, the highest-ranking cadre in Hong Kong, has made the entire underground world shudder with his terrifying power.In contrast, no one can tell the information of the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters, including name, age and even gender.

Oda Miyuki stood under a tree [-] meters away from the Ganghei Building, lowered his head and dialed the phone.The reminder sounded over there for five seconds, and then someone picked it up.

"Dazai," Oda Miyuki said before the other party spoke, "I'm at the bottom of the Kohei Building, should you come down or should I go up?"

"..." The sound of breathing on the other side of the receiver disappeared for a moment.

After a century of silence, she heard a faint breath.

It's like waiting for the ending that has already been written.

15 minutes later, the bar near the Port Mafia building.

Just as Oda Miyuki's coffee was delivered, the door of the box was pushed open again.A young man in a black coat, a red scarf, and a bandage over his right eye appeared at the door.

It's obviously just a change in clothes, Oda Miyuki thought, but the other party's appearance looks like...something is different.

Or, it really isn't.

"Sit down." She said, "I ordered you the same coffee as mine, with sugar, milk and ice."

Osamu Dazai came over, stopped beside her for a few seconds, then walked over and sat down.The young man stared at the reflection in the coffee in front of him, then raised his head: "Shenxue sauce..."

Oda Miyuki looked at him with a listening expression.However, the black-haired young man only called her name, and then looked at her not knowing what to say.

The girl waited for a while to make sure that the other party had nothing else to say.She took a deep breath and looked directly at her boyfriend: "Since you didn't explain anything, is it equivalent to admitting, 'You are the leader of Hong Kong gangsters'?"

The subtle sense of distance in those words made Osamu Dazai's expression darken a little.But he didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

After getting the answer he imagined, Oda Miyuki...doesn't know how to describe his feelings.

If she was to be shocked or surprised, she would have been shocked a long time ago.

Thanks to the more than a month of training before, Oda Miyuki's acting skills have almost grown comparable to reincarnation compared to the past.From getting in the car to coming here, only she knows how chaotic her emotions are.

Being deceived and concealed, or other negative emotions, are like foam flooding up from the bottom of the sea, scalding every inch of her skin.But other than that, more blank, dazed, trance and heavy things occupy most of the cells in the body.

These emotions co-existed with her thoughts, making the girl's expression look so calm that it was almost indifferent.She even lowered her head to take a sip of the sweet and cold coffee, and suddenly remembered that she had experienced this kind of confrontation a month ago.

But it was almost a farce at the time, and now...

"I want to know, why did you agree to my confession that day?" Oda Miyuki said, "Although I have never said it before, Mr. Dazai should have guessed it—the reason why I proposed dating at the beginning was influenced by the personality of my classmates. .”

Osamu Dazai looked at her without any surprise on his expression.

He didn't answer right away, but he wasn't silent for long either.The moment he finally spoke, his voice was dry and grinded through his throat: "I..."

The young man's voice paused, as if he didn't expect such a result.He paused for a few more seconds, then tried to speak normally, "I've seen you before."

Oda Miyuki reacted for a moment, and then realized something: "Six years ago? I remember what I saw that night..."

"Besides that time, we met in other places, and you gave me something." Osamu Dazai added, "very important thing."

Oda Miyuki didn't ask "what the hell is it", if the other party wants to tell her, they can say it directly.

"As for agreeing to you at that time, it can be regarded as a spur of the moment." The young man said with a wry smile, "In fact, I have always wanted to make it clear to you, but..."

Oda Miyuki stared at him: "But Mr. Dazai can't say 'Let's break up', does that mean?"

"..." Osamu Dazai.

Looking at the young man's expression that seemed to be speechless, he obviously acquiesced to her statement.The girl took a deep breath, feeling some kind of impulsive emotion... almost unable to restrain it.

It was anger, irritability, but something else.

"Until now, at this time, Mr. Dazai can't say that word." She said, "What are you afraid of? Think I can't accept the status of 'boyfriend is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters'? Or, 'My boyfriend is cheating me' fact?"

After a series of words without panting, the girl let out a long breath: "Or, 'Since my girlfriend found out my true identity, I have to break up with her'?"

In an almost declarative tone, she repeated the question with the word "breakup".And the moment the word came out, maybe it was an illusion——

The dark-haired young man sitting across from him trembled slightly.

"It's not possible, it's just playing with my feelings."

When the word "playing with feelings" was mentioned, Oda Miyuki couldn't hold back himself and smiled.

Although apart from the sound, there is no meaning of happiness.

This kind of one-sided doubt—or interrogation—made Oda Miyuki feel worse than ever.As if I were a vexatious little girl, or a middle-aged woman with menopausal onset.

And the other party sat alone on the Diaoyutai, watching coldly from the beginning to the end.

"Even so, so what?"

After the frozen-earth silence, the black-haired youth raised his eyes.The left eye that was not covered by the bandage looked at her coldly, making the girl's heart tremble.

"I've seen the end, Miss Oda." He said, as if sitting in front of him was not the girlfriend who was in love with each other, but a complete stranger. "The tsunami will eventually return to the waves, and the fire that burned the forest will be extinguished one day. Since What's the point of caring about waves or floods when natural phenomena can't be changed?"

Oda Miyuki: "...So, are you going to admit that Osamu Dazai, the leader of the port mafia and my ex-boyfriend, is a scumbag who plays with girls' feelings?"

Dazai didn't answer.

She followed in silence, and suddenly sighed.

"is that so."

She said to herself, as if she finally saw something clearly—then, the sharp aggressiveness and restlessness that had enveloped her expression suddenly disappeared like molten metal.

"If you really want to break up, don't show... such eyes." Oda Miyuki said, his expression became a little helpless, "Speaking of which, you taught me the ability to distinguish in this area at the beginning .”

This pair of despair...like the eyes of a martyr.

Maybe she really has the so-called "talent", Oda Miyuki thought.A month ago, when she and Osamu Dazai discussed acting-related topics, the other party expressed such a point of view:

If you want to act out an emotion and make it look like it's real, you must first be able to truly understand it, and even understand its cause.

In the past month, Oda Miyuki did not know how much practice he had done, and how much professional knowledge he had crammed.But today, the girl is familiar with every muscle on her face, just as she is familiar with every familiar person.

Those so-called impersonations and pretense, sincerity and hypocrisy, reflected in her eyes, are as distinct as cause and effect.

There was no expression on Dazai Osamu's face, like a piece of ice that could shatter at any time.However, below is the permafrost for tens of millions of years, surrounded by mud that cannot be seen clearly.

Oda Miyuki felt that this might be the bravest moment in her life.

The girl stood up and flipped onto the table like a bird.Then she leaned down, and when the distance was pulled to only a few millimeters in an instant, she stared at the pair of iris eyes: "Since you want to play with other people's feelings, why don't you do it?"

Osamu Dazai's breathing stopped for a while, but it was very strange that he could still smell the breath of the person in front of him.

Maybe it's really too close, so close that the whole world is forced to blur.He felt the temperature of the other party's lips, lingering indistinctly between his lips.

Cold, warm and moist, like a kiss through ice.

"Let's get married, Dazai-san."