My baby tamer can't be the leader

For Osamu Dazai, such words were obviously too straightforward - if the other party was not wearing a mask, he might not be able to utter these words so frankly.

If it were him a few years ago... such words would never be uttered, right?

Is it luck or misfortune to meet at this point in time?

If it was him in the past, he must have stabbed her, right?But maybe this is the world's unique pity for him, making him meet the light when he has completely decided to give up everything, no longer obsessed with sealing himself in the bottom of no light, but intends to accept his fate calmly.

His fingertips slowly scraped across the edge of the mask, and met Xia Qi's bright eyes again.

She raised her hand to hold his fingertips as if she had some belated awareness, and when she opened the door facing the elevator directly leading to the street outside the shopping mall, she was led by him along with his strength After getting out of the elevator, "Although I don't really care, it's still annoying to be blocked in the street by a little dwarf?"

"Didn't you send him out again? Has he come back?"

"No...there are still adjustments and schedules between the two missions." Osamu Dazai explained, "If he doesn't want to leave with the excuse of mission preparation, as long as the deadline is not reached, I can't force him to go do what."

The other party obviously did not intend to continue asking questions along this topic, and Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this.

Not to mention that if it was a real spy, it was impossible for the other party to be ignorant of such a situation that was not a secret at all, and she didn't care about it at all, and would even change the topic before the topic might turn to this.

Rather than saying that she was afraid of revealing something, she was obviously more like a simple annoyance... Isn't it true for people with real plans?He could still tell the difference.

Xia Qi has always had a sense of detachment, which is not similar to Dostoevsky's "compassion for the world and humanity" that Dostoevsky has always upheld, nor is it inherent arrogance, she may just be genuine Just don't care.

From this point of view...does it really look like an alien?

Obviously, if the answer is really the god of death, he will be happier?

"Where are we going next?" Osamu Dazai obviously didn't pay attention to the commotion behind him. This level of siege and interception couldn't stop him. If he had to say it, at best, it was just the atmosphere during the date?

But in this atmosphere, the immediate boss of the group was obviously pissed off by the unreliable leader. After hearing all the investigations of all the personnel, it turned out that the slippery mackerel had already slipped away. It took all the patience in his life to barely crush the walkie-talkie in his hand, "Ah, I see."

It's just that he's different from Osamu Dazai, who doesn't treat his subordinates as human beings at all. Even if he is so angry, he still suppresses his voice without showing any anger, and after taking a deep breath, he looks uneasy at that side. The subordinate said, "I see, it's not your fault, I can only say that—that guy is really good at stitching things together."

After turning off the walkie-talkie, Zhong Yuan gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone, and reluctantly dialed another phone number.

The other end of the phone answered, but remained silent for a moment as if he didn't know what to say, "...Central Plains cadres."

"Where is that guy?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked unceremoniously.

"Sorry... Dazai-sama said not to reveal his whereabouts." Atsushi Nakajima, who was in charge of the secret guard on the other end of the phone, held his neck hesitantly, wearing a spiked collar, "I can't go against his will."

"So, you plan to let him hang around outside knowing how many people want his life?" Nakahara Chuya really didn't trust this guerrilla leader who Osamu Dazai picked up from somewhere, especially It is the other party who often makes him feel completely unable to communicate.

Although because of the different division of labor, the two of them didn't have much handover of work, but even when Zhong Yuan Zhong occasionally asked about the other's tasks, the other's attitude seemed quite abnormal.

The majestic guerrilla captain always looks like he is cowering and dodging... Tsk.

If Osamu Dazai hadn't insisted on putting the other party in this position, he would not be able to convince the other party at all, especially Atsushi Nakajima obviously didn't have much recognition for the port Mafia, and even his abilities were always at risk of getting out of control. It's hard to understand what Dazai Osamu saw in him.

Ah, but the other party has indeed achieved the ultimate in not being able to listen to people, only listening to Osamu Dazai's words, and it is precisely because of this that the leader ran away from the tightly guarded office without saying a word. Even if you come out, you still come to Tokyo? ?Does he think he has a few lives to squander? !

"Listen, if there is another choice, then I will never contact you." The cadre with a pair of cobalt blue eyes darkened, as if there were cool fireworks dancing quietly in the gem-like pupils, just It's like a volcano before erupting, which is daunting, "But the seriousness of this matter is definitely not within the scope of you or that guy's willfulness-if you really claim to be loyal, what are you doing now? Let the leader put himself in danger? Is this your loyalty?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and only the sound of breathing from the microphone could make Nakahara Nakaya sure that someone was actually answering the phone, not that he was communicating with someone in his imagination...

He couldn't help "tssing" again, just when he was about to hang up the phone and find another way, the person over there said slowly, "But... Mr. Dazai looks very... happy."

Atsushi Nakajima, who has been hiding in the dark, looked hesitantly at the two figures not far away. He used to be a young man with a casual smile all day long, nothing in his eyes, and a shockingly silent young man. At this moment, Zheng's brows and eyes were stretched, and he looked at his companion beside him tenderly, and seemed to be a little dazed because of the words spoken by the other party.

Atsushi Nakajima has never seen Osamu Dazai show such an expression... In the past four years, except for this time, not once.

The other party is like a solitary boat floating on the lightless ocean. Whenever he feels that he is getting closer to the other party, he will be surprised to find that the distance between them has never shrunk, or Dazai Osamu himself Isolate myself from the world, just watch everything calmly through the invisible glass mirror.

There are naturally ways to overcome the tangible barriers, but what about the invisible barriers?That kind of almost cold and detached attitude, just because of his approaching, he glimpsed a corner full of malice and desolation... Just looking at it from a distance is enough to make you suffocate.

Longing is just... longing, he can't do anything, and he can't change anything.

But just when he was so sure that this distance could not be broken, the other party...

"Huh?!" The cadre on the other end of the phone, who was falling into a rage, suddenly raised his voice, and even subconsciously uttered a small tongue, "Is that guy serious??"

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be annoyed, "Why do you still have a tone of regret for him? Port Mafia does not restrict free love! Especially since he is the leader, who will restrict him from dating?! As long as it is not a hostile organization, no , even if it is a hostile organization, I can't control it, am I telling you this now??"

He took a deep breath for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Even if he really wants to come to this kind of place, he should bring guards. Do you think I can force that guy to do things?! As long as there is a pre-arrangement, that guy will love it to death." ! Isn’t it just four years of breaking up? Now tell me where he is!”

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously glanced at Izumi Kyoka beside him, showing a look of wanting to seek advice, but the other party just looked up at him, which made him stuck for a moment, "I..."

……

Seeing Osamu Dazai froze on the spot, I curled my lips, "Isn't it possible? That's fine."

"No!" He almost immediately denied my statement, and asked me almost stammeringly, "Why, why do you have such an idea?"

For Dazai Osamu, it might be more difficult for him to stumble over his words than for him to negotiate with the hostile organization without a draft, but at this moment he showed an appearance that he didn't know what to do.

"Because you don't have to be really responsible... I said I came from an alien, and it doesn't have any binding force on you?" I thought about it carefully, thinking that he would be able to see that I was lying anyway. , simply told the real truth.

And knowing that lying will definitely be seen through at a glance, there seems to be no need for euphemism...

As a result, Osamu Dazai immediately became depressed, and whispered in my ear, "There's no need to be so honest in this kind of place, please, even if it's just... lie to me?"

I glanced at him speechlessly, and changed my words with overweight traces, "Well, actually, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, that, um..."

After noticing the anticipation hidden in those beautiful kite eyes, I was stuck for a long time, and then reluctantly bit the bullet and took it. I originally planned to say whatever came to my mind, but But unexpectedly, he spoke more and more smoothly, "I actually... It seems that I really can't imagine a life without you by my side. Maybe it's because I feel from the bottom of my heart that such a thing can't happen? Or is it just that I don't want to think about it? "

"So, are you willing to make such a promise with me? Put such unwritten voices and fantasies on paper and pen, on rules."

Seeing that Osamu Dazai stopped breathing for a moment, I thought in my heart that this should be about the same, and I added honestly by the way, "And anyway, that kind of thing has no binding effect... If you sign it, you sign it."

——At this moment, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face was as distorted as if he wanted to cover my mouth immediately and make me eat the last sentence back.