But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Dazai-kun is taking leave today?"

Mori Ogai stopped turning over the document, surprised and hesitantly said: "I know he was injured yesterday due to the mission, but the people in the medical department told me that he can work normally."

Mori Ogai is a doctor himself, and no employee can deceive his eyes to ask for leave with a fake medical record!

Even Riri Yamabuki was speechless at Mori Ogai's ugly capitalist's speech. She felt a little sympathetic to Osamu Dazai, who was injured and worked overtime until late at night and was questioned by his boss how dare he ask for leave today.

Your port Mafia squeezes employees like this, sooner or later something will happen.jpg

"He played himself off to death, lost too much blood, and lay on the sofa and couldn't get up."

Riri Yamabuki lightly ignored his contribution in this matter, "I'm here to ask for a leave of absence for Dazai, and let you check and accept the results of yesterday's mission by the way."

Ogai Mori knew that Osamu Dazai deliberately concealed the number of enemies yesterday, and that Riri Yamabuki had killed a lot, so he didn't ask her why she didn't leave a few alive for them to interrogate.

Asking is to add money, he wondered with his toes.

Easy to use is really easy to use, expensive is also really expensive.

Mori Ogai thought melancholy.

It would be great if Dazai-kun put in more effort, and when she becomes one of her own, wouldn't the family discount be taken as she wants?

He's a big boy, try harder!It is up to you to save the organization's finances!

"I understand, let Dazai-kun take a good rest today." Mori Ogai said gently.

The implication: I still have to come to work tomorrow, don’t even think about skipping work continuously!

"The day before yesterday was too hasty to introduce." Ogai Mori looked over Riri Yamabuki and looked at the orange-haired boy who knocked on the door. "This is Chuya-kun. Like Riri, he is an outstanding martial arts school in Mafia at the port."

Chuya Nakahara, the gravity operator, Riri Yamabuki of course has never heard of his name. Before she came to Yokohama, she had read the information of everyone in Mafia at the port.

After all, information is information, and some intuitive things cannot be displayed with cold numbers.

For example...

Riri Yamabuki slowly lowered his head a little, looking down at Nakahara Chuya who was still a head shorter than her even though he was wearing a hat.

Actually, is it only 1.6 meters?

Obviously, Chuya Nakahara is slightly older than Osamu Dazai from the data.

She remembered that Nakahara Chuya's ability is gravity, which can change the density of his body when it acts on himself.

In an analogy, it was as if an invisible hand was pressing on Nakahara Zhongye's head hard, pressing every muscle of him extremely tight.

By the way, lowering your height...is also a very reasonable thing!

It's reasonable, there's nothing wrong with it, he was destined to be 1.6 meters.

"I'm Riri Yamabuki, just call me Riri." Shanbuki Riri nodded, politely not standing too close to Chuya Zhongyuan.

Why is everyone taller than him... Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat to cover the depression in his eyes.

He is only 16 years old and still in his growth period!As long as he insists on drinking three glasses of milk every day, he will definitely grow taller!

Zhong Yuan was called to the chief's office just after completing a task, and he knew nothing about what happened in the past few days.

His reliable subordinate is very up-to-date, and he sent the latest gossip to his boss as soon as possible:

——Did you know Mr. Chuya!Mr. Dazai is in love!

Or a marriage guaranteed by the leader himself!

Nakahara Chuya: Huh? !

Really?He doesn't believe it.

Who is Osamu Dazai, and Nakahara doesn't know yet?

An irresponsible scumbag who deceives a girl's innocent feelings and pats her ass;

Boiling, steaming, frying, frying and frying are not enough to relieve the hatred in his heart;

A little fisherman who does nothing but trouble people.

Osamu Dazai definitely betrayed his lust to deceive the ignorant girl!

Damn, I really want to call the police, I really want the police uncle to teach him how to behave.

Mori Ogai gave a brief introduction and then let Yamabuki Riri and Nakahara Chuya leave. He watched the laborers leaving each other with relief, and felt that the days passed and the hope was greater.

The chief's office is located on the top floor of the building, no matter which floor Yamabuki Riri and Nakahara want to separate, they will definitely take the same elevator.

The elevator was silent for a moment.

There is no topic in Zhongyuan, and Riri Yamabuki doesn't like to chat with people. He is a socially friendly passerby who can calmly do his own thing even if it is very cold.

Really don't say something?Central Plains is also tangled.

He is very curious about the relationship between Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai!

After hearing from his subordinates that Osamu Dazai was coerced into dating her, he became even more curious!

How on earth did you deflate Osamu Dazai?Teach him!

If Riri Yamabuki could read minds, she would definitely lament Osamu Dazai's "good popularity".

After being persecuted, the first reaction of your boss and your peers is actually "Good job!", you are really a failure in life.

The elevator descended a little bit, and a figure familiar to Riri Yamabuki and Nakahara stood in the lobby on the first floor, watching them walk out of the same elevator with folded arms.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the height difference between Riri Yamabuki and Chuya Nakahara, and laughed unceremoniously.

"Little boy, do you feel that the air is being plundered when standing with Li-chan-oh, by the way, I forgot that you don't know what the air at 1.7 meters tastes like, sorry, sorry."

"You bastard!" Nakahara Chuya hardened his fist, "Yeah, I think you haven't tasted my fist for a long time!"

Hey, violence, violence again, why do modern people only use violence to solve problems?

Osamu Dazai was thinking melancholy while subconsciously leaning back to avoid Chuya Nakahara's fist.

Nakahara Chuya usually hits Osamu Dazai towards the waist and abdomen.

He used to like slapping faces very much, but once Dazai Osamu went on strike on the grounds that "I was disfigured, disfigured, shameless to see people, and my brain was broken", and left all his work to Nakahara Chuya, and stayed in the infirmary by himself Looking for life and death, he dangled himself on the beam of the ward every day, and received anonymous complaints from many patients.

After Mori Ogai tried his best to persuade Nakahara Chuya not to slap people in the face, Nakahara Chuya's fists could only make love to Dazai Osamu's ribs, and occasionally moved his position and discounted one of his legs.

Osamu Dazai is used to being beaten, he can hide when he can, and he can catch what he can't, except today.

The bandage on his abdomen had just been changed, and the open wound told him coldly: Don't do it, the blood is flowing like a river.

The little dwarf was too fierce, he was obviously just telling the truth.Dazai Osamu quickly thought about the rehearsal countermeasures during the dodge. His physical skills belonged to the middle and lower levels in the port of Mafia—the level below Chuya Nakahara.

Strictly speaking, it is not weak, but the premise is that it is not compared with non-human beings.

Doomed to suffer today?Osamu Dazai thought about whether he could pretend that the wound on his abdomen was caused by Nakahara Chuya, and threatened the other party with a serious injury to write him a mission report.

It hurts so much, you have to get paid...

Osamu Dazai's backward movement stopped in mid-air, a hand that suddenly appeared behind him grabbed his shoulder, and gently pulled Osamu Dazai back.

"Don't act recklessly, he's injured." Riri Yamabuki put her palm against Chuya Nakahara's fist, and she didn't move an inch under the huge impact.

Facing the cobalt blue pupils of the orange-haired boy who widened in astonishment, Riri Yamabuki blocked Osamu Dazai behind him, and said in a cold tone:

"Hitting my boyfriend in front of me, isn't it a little too much, Chuya-kun?"

Osamu Dazai & Chuya Nakahara:! ! !

Nakahara was also surprised because he didn't expect someone to take his attack so easily and easily, and he didn't expect Dazai Osamu, a scumbag who deceived women's feelings, to be defended!

And Osamu Dazai was more excited than surprised, and the deadly little radar danced in ecstasy-he has a backer!The little man can no longer casually beat him into the concrete floor!

Woooooo, is this what it feels like to be protected by a sister?The taste is also great!

Yesterday's Osamu Dazai: You are only two years older than me, why do you call me a baby!

Today's Osamu Dazai: Yes, I am my sister's caring baby!

Dazai Osamu covered his lower abdomen pretending to be weak, leaned his fluffy head on Riri Yamabuki's shoulder, and said pitifully: "It hurts, Riri-chan, it seems that the wound has opened again.

"I don't smell blood." Riri Yamabuki said clearly, "And you covered the wrong place, your wound is on the upper side."

With Osamu Dazai's face, how could he be ashamed of just a few words!

"I don't care." He made trouble out of no reason, "I have been greatly hurt, and I have to eat three bowls of crab meat rice to get better."

Osamu Dazai actually didn't mean to ask Riri Yamabuki to treat him. He still remembers the experience of being almost beaten into a pancake by whoring for nothing that day. If he can, he doesn't want to have any money disputes with her.

He just wanted a date.

"Crab rice?" Riri Yamabuki repeated in a low voice, as if he understood the term.

She said indifferently: "You can go if you want. I have something to go to Bodo this afternoon and come back later."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Hi, he has been acting like a baby for a long time, can you take care of him?

Osamu Dazai couldn't help wondering if he was being too reserved.

It shouldn't be, hasn't she been very active in this relationship of robbing and selling, why did she suddenly put him on play today?

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

He couldn't understand.

Riri Yamabuki's cell phone lighted up, and a new message was received on the text message interface.

[Shark Hand Lin with no emotion: The goods you want have arrived, when will you come to get them? 】

[Please send a private message to kill and steal: immediately. 】

Riri Yamabuki bowed his head to type, and Osamu Dazai rested his chin on her shoulder and peeped furtively.

Wow, I knew she was doing bad things just by looking at the contact notes. This kind of screen name similar to "Please private message me for second-hand housing transactions" is curious and down-to-earth.

Maybe he should ask Anwu to learn about the self-cultivation of Tucao slaves. He feels that this knowledge has great promise.

"What are you getting?" Osamu Dazai's breath came to Riri Yamabuki's ear, like the fluff on a kitten's face rubbing against the skin, hot and itchy.

Relying on his height, he glanced at the contacts on her mobile phone, and saw such things as [Information business without deception (deceitful)], [Beating Zhe Yuanlin is also free, on call], [Black car driver Celty] ], [What should I do if my brother likes women's clothing, I can only choose to forgive him] such weird names.

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"My necessities." Yamabuki Riri replied simply, without further explanation.

Necessities... Osamu Dazai watched Riri Yamabuki disappear from sight, and couldn't help frowning.

Are there any necessities that cannot be bought in Yokohama and must be purchased by someone in Hakata?

In terms of the killer industry, Hakata is naturally more developed, but the city where Mafia fights most intensely must be Yokohama.The arms-fire transaction here has carried half of Japan's demand, and there are employee prices for internal purchases at the port Mafia.

If it's for weapons, she doesn't need to go to Bodo at all.

What's more, Riri Yamabuki doesn't like to use weapons. Her body is stronger than any external force, so there is no need for icing on the cake.

Osamu Dazai couldn't figure it out, and he lost the interest in going to his favorite restaurant with crab meat and rice while watching the wild peach blossoms outside the window.

He went home and played games until dinner time, and ordered himself a crab meat rice takeaway.

It was nearly seven o'clock, and Riri Yamabuki hadn't come back yet. Dazai Osamu's crab rice takeaway was blocked by a car accident on the street outside the apartment. The rider called and asked Dazai Osamu to pick it up by himself.

"I'm very sorry for the guest!" The rider said profusely. "It seems that people from the port Mafia are on a mission, and the road ahead is blocked! Please come and get it yourself, please!"

Very good, what can't be done, takeaway delay No. 1, you guys are really promising.

Osamu Dazai threw down the game controller speechlessly. Before he arrived at the scene, Ozaki Koyo and the subordinates of Officer A were still arguing. The next second they saw Osamu Dazai, all the staff died silently.

Ozaki Momiji's subordinates: Mom!I don't want to be sent to the interrogation room!Mom save me!

Officer A's subordinate: Heartbroken, he played the funeral music he had chosen for himself.

"Excuse me~ yes, yes, this is my crab meat rice."

In the background of a group of Mafia in black suits bowing in line, Osamu Dazai smiled and took his takeaway from the sluggish riders.

He was absolutely certain that this poor migrant worker would never take a takeaway order from the neighborhood again in his lifetime.

Professionalism is not enough.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help thinking that if Riri Yamabuki changed his career and became a takeaway rider...

"Hi, this is your takeaway, please give me a five-star review." The black-haired girl wearing a helmet seriously handed over a hot thermal bag.

"Ask Mafia in traffic? Don't worry, I've been careful not to spill blood on your meal." She explained, "I have a very good work ethic, please give me a good review."

The result of not giving a good review may be miserable beyond human imagination. Osamu Dazai waved away the mosaic scene in his mind, hummed a song and walked home.

There was an extra bunch of keys at the entrance, and the time when the person who had disappeared for a day came home happened to be staggered by Osamu Dazai.

Riri Yamabuki just came out of her room, and she glanced at the takeaway in Osamu Dazai's hand: "Have you eaten yet?"

She just asked casually, and didn't need Osamu Dazai to answer.

Riri Yamabuki walked towards the entrance while raising his hand to tie up his long hair with a hair rope: "I'm going to buy some cotton swabs, and I accidentally threw away all the cotton swabs when I cleaned up the blood this morning."

There was only room for one person to stand loosely at the entrance, and Riri Yamabuki raised his hand to touch Dazai Osamu's arm, trying to make him move away a little so she could change out shoes.

At the moment when they passed each other, Riri Yamabuki's arm was grabbed by Osamu Dazai and he was forced to lift it up.

She frowned, and raised her eyes to meet the gloomy and cold eyes of the young man.

"what is this?"

Osamu Dazai's fingertips gently brushed across the needle eye on the inner side of the girl's arm.

Bright, syringe-punched marks.