Chief Oda won't complain

The boy who called himself Fyodor told me intermittently that he was the founder and leader of the Rats of the House of Death.

However, he was suddenly betrayed by his companions and became a prisoner. He was sent across the ocean to Yokohama as a secret gift.

According to this statement, he had been comatose in the box for at least three days, and he was able to quickly recover to the point where he could speak clearly, without serious problems such as organ failure. It was very fortunate and very rare.

I fed him some water again and asked him, "Why did your companion betray you?"

"We have different ideas." Fyodor said with a sullen expression, "I hope that the rats in the house of death are just a simple intelligence house, making profits by selling information, but my companions... former companions, they think we should do it More."

Fyodor is avoiding mentioning other people's names, and I cooperate with him not to explore: "Doing more?"

"I don't know much about what they're trying to do, because I've been against the organization's meddling in other affairs very early on, and they've been on guard against me and won't give me important information.

But I know that I will be sent to Yokohama by them-it must be related to this purpose, they must have a plan to overturn Yokohama, and even the world, and I want to stop them. "

He looked at me, and although he was talking about something serious, his expression was calm.

I said: "In this case, count me as one, I like a peaceful world."

He confirmed to me: "Are you really not afraid of being implicated by me? This is a big conspiracy and you will die."

I said: "You are an intelligence agent, you should know the port mafia, right?"

"Of course I know, that is the largest underground organization in Yokohama. I usually deal with Japanese intelligence, which is the foundation of the foundation. Do you want to tell me that you belong to the port mafia?" His voice was slightly tense, as if nervous.

"I am the leader of the port mafia."

"You are very humorous."

I slowed down my tone, trying to add persuasive magic to my words: "It's true, my name is Oda Sakunosuke, I didn't lie to you."

"If you are really the leader of the organization, what about Mori Ogai?"

Fyodor's eyes were fixed, with a dark color that made people feel cold for no reason.

I suddenly felt an indescribable resemblance between this child and Dazai.

It's not like the two are alike.Although they are both black-haired children, no one will confuse the two children.

It was a subtle sense of strangeness that made me feel that if there is any child in the world who is at the same height as Dazai, not only the same age, but also able to cheer up Dazai to face it, it might be him.

I replied to Fyodor with some reservations: "Mr. Sen has gone to another place. He recently had a secret negotiation with me, and then gave me the position of leader."

Fyodor's expression changed slightly, a little weird: "..."

I took the initiative to say, "Do you know Mr. Sen? Are you going to see him?"

"No..." Fyodor moved—hands-on.

I thought he must be cold with bare feet, so I took out a red scarf that symbolized the leader from the car and wrapped it around his feet.

In no way does this mean that I am disrespectful of who I am.

I have already learned that there are actually many red scarves, and the styles are passed down from generation to generation by the leaders.

But in fact, it will be destroyed immediately after being dirty and replaced with a new one.And now there is no outsider, no one will know what I did with the scarf, and I believe Fyodor will not expose me.

The thin boy's feet were wrapped in a red scarf, bound together in a disguised form, and the thin hair under the felt hat trembled slightly due to his body turning, and his brows frowned.

I thought to myself, I just ignored the fact that this child has been bound by a rope for a long time, he must feel very uncomfortable now, he will feel like a controlled prisoner, how can I remedy it?

But Fyodor just frowned - lowered his brows and quickly accepted it. He didn't make any comments, not only didn't get angry or struggled, but also curled up his legs, hugged his knees, and shrunk into a very suitable position for keeping warm. .

It's also a very insecure move.

This action made his slender figure look even thinner, and the thin white clothes couldn't conceal the protruding bones.

I simply took off my coat and covered him with it.The sleeves of the jacket were tied around his shoulders, and the whole was like a small cape.

"Thank you..." he said.

"You're welcome, I'll take you to see a doctor, don't worry, it's an underground doctor in Port Mafia who won't leave your identity information."

"No, I don't trust the people from Port Mafia."

I am silent.I wonder if this sentence is talking about me, whether this statement is straightforward or euphemistic, is it a kind of "face-to-face connotation"?

Fortunately, Fyodor explained right away: "But I trust you, Mr. Oda. Can you keep me from getting in touch with anyone else?"

I agreed, returned to the driver's seat, started the car, changed the destination, and prepared to take Fyodor to a safe house that no one knew about.

The car drove smoothly, and the trees on the side of the road disappeared far away. Fyodor was very silent, looking out the window - without saying a word.

I wanted to break the silence, so I thought of a random topic: "I want to start a school recently, and I hope to find a ready-made building so that it can be put into use early. Is there any place Fyodor recommends?"

"Are there any specific requirements?"

"The location is off-point, so you can stay away from disputes. It's okay to be dilapidated, and you can invest in renovations. The ownership of the building must be clear, and the right holder can be found smoothly, so that we can discuss the transfer."

Fyodor thought for a while after listening, and then said slowly: "I know this place, it is an orphanage that is not well run, but the director may not agree to the transfer."

"That will only be known after we meet and talk. There will be many children in the orphanage. I am worried that the school will be built with too few students. It is just right for the children to be directly transformed into students-the port mafia can afford the cost. "

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was appropriate, and I immediately asked about the specific location of the orphanage, keeping it in my heart, and I planned to take Yito to look for it tomorrow.

There was silence in the car again, and just as I was thinking about what else to say, Fyodor took the initiative to speak: "Yokohama hides something that can subvert everything, and I have some clues. In the rat of the dead house After all, they are all my former companions, and they can’t be cruel to torture me. So they plan to hand me over to the collaborators in Yokohama, and let the collaborators torture me to reveal my secrets.”

Through the interior rearview mirror on the roof, he looked at me calmly, with dark circles under his purple eyes that showed a sense of weakness.

Was there any emotion in his eyes?I can't decipher it.

Fyodor said slowly: "The Rat of the Dead House's collaborators in Yokohama are Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai, and I should have been handed over to them."

"Uh..." This silence lasted until I drove to my destination.

I didn't let Fyodor walk on the ground, I carried him directly into the safe house and put him on the sofa.Then, after rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I finally found out - a pair of white velvet slippers and gave them to him.

"You can try to walk around the house by yourself. You can use all the items here. I'll go out and buy some food and come back."

There are actually some compressed biscuits in the safe house.But Fyodor is so weak, I think it would be better to have some warm porridge.

"Wait..." He - grabbed my sleeve.

When I looked back at him, he was like a small animal that was vulnerable to injury, watching me carefully, wary of me and unconsciously dependent on me.I noticed gnaw marks on his nails.

I heard that nail biting is a bad habit used to relieve tension and distract attention. It is more common in children and will usually disappear with age. The Fyodor in front of me is obviously not one of them.

"Mr. Oda-be careful of Osamu Dazai and Ogai Mori."

"Well, I see."

I was thinking, maybe children in this world can play so complicatedly?

I remember my world, when Fyodor from another school and Tatsuhiko Shibusawa formed the Apple Suicide Club together.

Although I have never seen a real person, I have witnessed the fierce electronic information battle between the other party and the discipline committee of the school.

"Apple Suicide Club" and "Rat of the Dead House" have similar naming styles, which is hard to understand.

The Dazai of my world seems to have some complaints about Fyodor.Sure enough, the closeness and estrangement of people in the two worlds correspond to each other, so the ones from other schools should be presumed to be hostile?

In addition to what Xingyue told me, I don't believe what Fyodor said at all, and I can guess that he actually has bad intentions, but...

Forget it, it's just a child.

I left the safe house, walked into a porridge shop, and told the boss to take away a portion for a child with a bad stomach.

-A figure wrapped in bandages wobbled to my side and waved enthusiastically to me: "Yo... Odasaku, I'm here to look for you, hey, where's your coat?"

The author has something to say: I feel sour while writing, and I also want to be taken care of by Oda Saku.

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