The goal is the Faculty of Medicine of Dongdae

When the even breathing sounded, only the little girl's purple eyes were shining in the darkness. She picked up the coat hanging on the high-back office chair, and gently put it on the sleeping boy.

The boy didn't respond, his eyelashes resting quietly on his eyelids.But Jasmine knew that if other people entered here, the other party would immediately wake up from their sleep and conditionedly defend themselves.Just like he still keeps some active thoughts to maintain her existence, Rin Taro has not completely relaxed since he came to this world.

As Morin Taro's most emotional part, Mori's "thoughts" in a sense are equivalent to Morin Taro's thoughts that are closer to instinct.Just like Jasmine can easily say that she misses Saiki Kusuo very much, but Rintaro only mentions a sentence or two occasionally in the conversation, but never expresses his true emotions positively.

"Rintaro is such an idiot." Jasmine said softly, she smoothed the folds of the skirt and sat on the edge of the sofa, the edge of her palm could touch the boy's soft curled hair.She lowered her eyes, her feet in small leather shoes shook once and for all, but there was no sound.

The uneasiness and fear stemming from sensibility, although most of these emotions are borne by her, and Morin Taro uses his always strong and rational reason to control the actions of this behemoth with ease.Although he has never had any similar experience, the technique is so sophisticated that it doesn't seem like a 17-year-old boy can come up with it.

But in order to prevent completely turning into a machine with only rationality and no humanity left, Rintaro would take back a little sensibility from time to time, but he never showed those emotions, but kept forcibly pressing them in the deepest part of his brain, forbidding anyone to peep .

"Why isn't Nanxiong here..." Jasmine muttered, and she took another look at the boy who was subconsciously pinching the scalpel in his sleeve even though he was asleep.His sleeping position was similar to a half-arched sleeping position that completely covered the deadly parts, his lips moved, and finally fell into silence.

The little girl was leaning on the sofa, her hands were hanging down naturally, her purple eyes were calmly gazing ahead, like a very realistic large doll, motionless.

When Rintaro struggled to wake up from sleep, Jasmine, who just sensed him waking up, pressed the remote control again, revealing the evening sky.The last afterglow of the setting sun unselfishly sprinkles light on all things on the earth, as if covered with a layer of orange-red fire-like mist, which has a sense of majesty like a vigorous martyrdom.But Rintaro just casually glanced at the scenery outside the window, and then he re-fastened the first button under the collar that he had unbuttoned specially to prevent suffocation.

"How long have I been asleep, Jasmine?"

"About three and a half hours." Jasmine said, her face was still radiant, as if she would never show any sense of fatigue, "If I didn't wake up again, I thought Rintaro was going to spend the night here."

"That can't be done. I've been looking forward to tomorrow's trip to Hokkaido for a long time." Lin Taro replied with a smile. After getting a temporary rest, he no longer couldn't help yawning one after another like before, with narrow and long pupils Like fine wine in a deep cellar, it flows with a bright luster.

"When do you think Dazai-kun can't resist calling?"

Another topic was brought up without warning, but it was his 'half body' who was talking to him, and Jasmine, who could fully understand what the other party was referring to, replied in her usual crisp tone with a little pride, "Isn't this Rintaro, did you intentionally leave your business card in the coffee shop? Do you think Osamu Dazai would not have thought of this?"

"No, no, dear Jasmine, I really think that the coffee in that shop is worthy of my expectations for the coffee pudding it may make in the future." Lin Taro buckled up the computer on the table and put it in his bag, then closed it After turning off the lights, he led Jasmine out of the office door. Inside the airtight translucent elevator, he continued, "Even if Dazai-kun doesn't call, I have nothing to lose."

"Oh?"

"Because it is almost impossible for the Armed Detective Agency to have any conflict of interest with us in the future." Lin Taro lazily rubbed the little girl's head until the girl finally stepped on his shoe angrily.

"They don't have the size to do it."

Rin Taro's purple eyes stared at the city buildings that grew larger and larger outside the glass. His pupils were like a deep and quiet ancient spring, without any fluctuations: "Economic matters are beyond the control of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, let alone the Armed Detective Agency. Only the Yokohama government is qualified to manage it."

Jasmine raised her head, and blinked her round eyes like purple grapes, as if the light of stardust could be seen from inside: "The Supernatural Secret Service Division is an organization of the government."

"But it's just an organization of the government. Dear Jasmine, as long as the economy reaches a certain size, even the government can only check and balance each other in a peaceful way, and can't easily use violence and coercion." He bent his lips and smiled. "Otherwise, what will other companies that want to invest in Yokohama think? Do they think that the Yokohama government can't even accommodate local companies, let alone accommodate them?"

"At that time, Yokohama, which could have been developed with manufacturing and transportation, will be in vain for its excellent natural port."

"The current so-called three-point situation is just a compromise under special circumstances caused by the previous turmoil." Lin Taro put his hands in his pockets, this action made him look like a handsome statue, "If you divide, you must close, otherwise The disputes never end."

"History has long put the future in front of us, but it's a pity that some idiots can't even copy the answers."

"So, Lin Taro intends to let the port mafia gradually move closer to economic enterprises?" Jasmine tilted her head, "I really can't see it, Lin Taro, you are so magnanimous."

"Who says I'm magnanimous?" Taro Rin raised his eyebrows. "It's up to you to decide. When the organization develops to control most of Yokohama's economic industries, those idiots will always have the opportunity to cry for it."

"Oh, maybe they are so proud and unwilling to cooperate with a villain mafia like Lin Taro." Jasmine covered her lips and giggled, "The big villain Lin Taro~ you are going to become a big evil dragon in the game. "

"I'm a conscientious entrepreneur, a good person who pays taxes on time and is enthusiastic about public welfare." Lin Tailang "defended" himself, and then continued with Jasmine's words, "It doesn't matter, if you don't keep people here, you will keep people here."

At worst, he engages in industrial transfer and moves elsewhere.When other cities see such a large enterprise willing to invest in the local area, they 100% welcome it with both hands. The Yokohama government should not be so stupid as to send out the cash cow.

"Didn't Rintaro say before that he wanted to play the leader well?"

"I'm really acting seriously, I'm almost exhausted!" Lin Taro felt that there is no one more responsible than him in this world, let's see what kind of disaster he suffered, if it wasn't for Kusuo, he would be willing to work so hard Lao Li, he just threw his hands away and ran away with Jasmine, whatever the mafia civil strife and urban riots.

"But it is limited to the position of the leader."

Forgive me for the excess, and he has no obligation to bear it.

……

Osamu Dazai was sitting in the coffee shop. He first routinely asked if he could put dish soap in the coffee, and after getting a clear refusal, he invited the waitress to die with him, and then got "Please send the insurance money before you die." . ', and finally got the business card from the boss, the business card of the so-called current young master of the port mafia.

When the call came through, there was a delay of about three to four seconds before it was answered.

"Boss, have you finally figured out how to accept my investment and add coffee pudding desserts to the coffee shop?" The slightly magnetic voice of the boy on the other side of the phone sounded extremely gentle, the same as when he was sent to the police station before. The voice line is exactly the same.On the other hand, Osamu Dazai showed a half-smile with a dark smile, deliberately lowered his voice, "Yo, Mori-kun, do you miss me?"

"I prefer the way you entered the police station." The boy on the other end of the phone didn't have any surprises, and even the ups and downs of his voice didn't change in any way.

"Jasmine sauce, you can't listen, this is a harassing call from a perverted uncle." The boy moved the phone away, and made a prohibitive gesture to the little girl who wanted to come over to listen.And this sentence was deliberately not lowered, and it was clearly transmitted to the other side.

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth and said, "It's best to send this sentence to your father. That perverted lolicon is better."

Lin Taro's eyes flickered, and he chuckled lightly: "If you just want to catch up with your father, then I'm sorry to tell you that your father is busy. After all, so many colleges and universities want to talk to us, and Interviews with various media outlets of charitable foundations. If you really want to chat with him, maybe I can arrange a number for you?"

"But we have to wait half a month at the latest." Taro Lin said with 'regret', "After all, it's not the same as the playboy who goes around crediting money. Father has a lot of things to do."

Osamu Dazai frowned fiercely. This little bastard is definitely Mr. Mori's son.Tsk, it would be great if I took it back to the detective agency and blackmailed Mr. Sen for a ransom.

"Since you have nothing else to say, I'll hang up first."

The boy said politely.

"Oh, didn't you just wait for me to call?" Osamu Dazai smiled without any smile, "Why, you're putting on an act now."

"Really? How do I remember that this is the business card I left behind to invest in the coffee shop, and it was handed over to the boss who made the coffee." Lin Taro asked innocently, "How do you look at it, it doesn't seem like you will It looks like making artisanal coffee."

How could Osamu Dazai believe the other party's sophistry of 'unintentional', he just said without any emotion, "A certain person came downstairs to us on purpose, saying that he is willing to make any valuable transactions."

"Oh, do you want to make a deal with me?" Lin Taro said with a smile, "I really don't refuse any valuable deals."

"But—unfortunately, I'm on vacation." Lin Taro took the octopus balls that Jasmine handed over, bit off, and licked the sauce on the corner of his lips, "Paid vacation travel."

"The scenery in Hokkaido is really nice." He pulled the hat used to block the snowflakes casually, "The taste of octopus balls is also delicious."