My baby tamer can't be the leader

When Chuya Nakahara left for the last time, he couldn't help breaking off a corner of Osamu Dazai's desk... I think it's understandable, really.

But he was so angry that I always felt that I might have to take some responsibility. After all, Dazai Osamu should have just planned to fold the materials into a paper airplane and throw them aside. After I saw him, he threw those materials into the trash can... By the way, why would he do this?Excuse me?Does Zaike Bio have the concept of 'sorry'? ?

Or is it just another test of how well I know 'him'?After all, if it is a disguise, even if it is confusing in the general direction, there will definitely be clues in the details of life and getting along like this?

Maybe this kind of suspiciousness is indeed his nature, but if it reaches this level...it's really tiring to think about it.

What's more, I don't think this level of suspicion can be completely summed up by the word "nature", and acquired factors must also account for a large part.

After all, in this kind of place where everyone he sees and hears plots against him, I can't think of any better self-defense mechanism for him to protect himself.

This is not making excuses for him, it's just the necessity of empathy.

After I lay in bed for a while, Osamu Dazai put on his overcoat and pushed open the door. His eyes instantly fell on the corner of the table next to the trash can which was broken by Chuya Nakahara. After raising his eyebrows, he said softly Laughed, "What a grumpy little slug~ Oh, it's his fault."

"Ah, he said before he went out that this was credited to his account." I hugged the pillow and said.

"Then he is quite self-conscious." Osamu Dazai shrugged, put one hand on the shoulder of his coat, turned his head and stared at me with subtle eyes, "You can really sleep... Should I say you didn't?" Is it better to have a good heart, or to be confident?"

"Then just treat it as having nothing to worry about." I answered him indifferently, and said something cryptically, "The port Mafia shouldn't think the funds are too low, right?"

After all, Mori Ogai is trying to get Mimic to come to Yokohama... But to make such an elite mercenary mobilize, there are absolutely not a few people.

He was silent for a moment, then laughed suddenly, "I don't hate confident people, do you?"

As Osamu Dazai said this, he walked to his desk and scanned the documents on the desktop with his slender fingertips one by one, "This is the financial report and transaction list of Port Mafia for this month... Do you regret it? I Can I assure you that these are real? And no one in my office dares to put surveillance equipment?"

In fact, even if I don’t look at it, I can release most of it... I thought about the materials that Dazai gave me, and then compared the financial reports of the port Mafia after he took office with that of the port Mafia at about this time. But you're confident' with emotion.

How should I put it, that is, there is no need, brother!And the currency of this world is useful to me, and it is not fundamentally different from game currency.

Maybe it was because the disgusted expression on my face was too obvious, Osamu Dazai immediately muttered rather unwillingly, "I can't help it, after all, Mr. Mori won't let me take too much care."

As he said, he took out a booklet from the table and threw it on the coffee table in front of me, "What you want."

I picked it up from the glass table case and took a look, and found that the list of treasures hidden in the port of Mafia was printed on it... I frowned unconsciously after browsing the past one by one without gaining any results .

Although it is not without such an idea, it is really troublesome to encounter this situation.

Osamu Dazai did not show any surprise, his hands were folded in front of his body, the corners of his lips were curved gently, it was rare that he did not show the slightest hint of sarcasm, he just waited quietly for me to finish reading, then slightly lowered his eyes, " Do you want to keep looking? It’s time to give up.”

"...How can you give up on this?" I raised my hand and rubbed my forehead, stood up, and returned the booklet to him.

Just when I walked in front of Osamu Dazai, I faintly smelled a little gunpowder smoke, indicating what he was doing just now.

"Have you ever fired a gun?" he asked abruptly.

"Well, if it's live ammunition, no."

"Would you like to try it? Personally control the chance of someone else's life and death?" The iris-colored eyes slightly enlarged, showing a strange fanaticism, "Once you try that feeling once, you will definitely... I will never forget the feeling of that moment.”

I sighed, "I refuse."

"Huh? Is this what you mean by caring?" Osamu Dazai smiled maliciously, "Even this—"

"My feelings are not something to test you, and my bottom line is not." I replied calmly, "Even if he personally made this request to me, if there is no proper reason, I will never accept it." Accepting... this is not only contemptuous of me, but also disrespectful of the relationship itself."

He was choked by me, and after pursing his lips, the young man was obviously unwilling to refute me, "But, untested feelings are very fragile? If the right time comes, how can you Are you sure the other party will not leave you?"

"Then make yourself unique." I laughed, "Isn't it better to let yourself be the chosen one forever? There's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days and worry all day long."

"..." Osamu Dazai suddenly fell silent.

I immediately thought of his experience—even if he hadn’t experienced the deadliest betrayal from Mori Ogai at this moment, nor had he experienced the betrayal of Ango Sakaguchi, but this is the case, between Mafia at the port and him In the meantime, as his teacher, Mori Ogai never really chose him...

Among the people he cares about, he seems to always be the one who is abandoned. Even Oda Sakunosuke, at the last moment, did not stop because of his stop.

After realizing this and hesitating for a while, I finally couldn't help but go over a little bit, and said softly to the thin young man in front of me, "Don't worry, if you have met enough people and experienced enough There will always be times when someone will choose you not because you are the 'right' one, but simply because you are you."

"...There won't be." After a long time, Osamu Dazai squeezed out these words almost in a trance, and he said, "It's too late, too late, it's too late, miss .”

After he finished saying this, I subconsciously looked at his bandaged eye sockets. After reconfirming that it was his right eye, I breathed a sigh of relief and thought in my heart that although Osamu Dazai Probably won't admit it, but his two apprentices are actually doing that.

Although this kind of relationship is indeed different from that of "friends", for Dazai Osamu, after all, there is still a little touch, right?

He didn't give me another chance to say anything, he directly opened the door of the office, and in an instant he withdrew his slightly shaken expression, "Come with me."

Although I had experienced such a thing when I was brought here, I have to say that even in the port of Mafia, there are many people who are afraid of Osamu Dazai.

This point can be realized just by looking at the office atmosphere that gradually stagnates as he moves forward.

Osamu Dazai didn't mind it, and he regained his enthusiasm, and introduced himself to me flauntingly, "Do you know what they call me in private?"

Dazai really didn't tell me this point, which made me stunned for a moment.

I don't know why, but after seeing my reaction, he answered me with a smile that didn't seem to be fake, "'The mourning bird of Mafia at the port'... At first, only outsiders shouted, and then it spread inside~ I am It doesn't matter, but there is another way to interpret this title? Mr. Mori doesn't like it anyway."

As he spoke, he put one hand on his lips and made a gesture of silence. His expression was so light that it seemed that he was going to take me on vacation instead of going to 'visit' the means of dealing with traitors at the port of Mafia.

Actually, I didn't really think much about it, mainly because I haven't seen it before... I saw Osamu Dazai casually took out the phone, and his expression suddenly returned to the most common indifference, as if he had called someone, "Drag out, um, to the clearing."

After he closed the phone casually, he didn't put it down in a hurry, but turned his face slightly and looked at me.

The expression in that iris-colored pupil was as dark as the twilight, with crimson ripples faintly rippling, "So, let me take you to a good show?"

Although it was a questioning tone, Osamu Dazai obviously didn't intend to wait for my response. He turned his head straight away and led me down to the ground floor and walked out of the port Mafia.

Perhaps seeing my doubts, he sniffled his nose, showing a little disgust, and even covered the tip of his nose with his hand, "Forget about the dungeon, the smell is too strong, I want to try the new one at night." What about the seafood restaurant I opened! Wouldn’t it be too shameful if it was kicked out.”

What a... cryptic and twisted kindness.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say, I should praise him for being considerate, but I always felt that it was wrong... He didn't really want to take me out to play!What the hell is he taking me to see how the port Mafia executes traitors? !

But if you have to say it, this is indeed a kind of 'good intentions'.

It's almost like when crossing the heavenly tribulation, the heavenly way that originally came with the nine layers of heavenly thunder smiled at the tribulation passer, and dissipated two of them... But in essence, it still has to be hacked? !Is it just the degree? !

But after thinking about it for a while, I felt that it is better to give the other party a positive reaction. Otherwise, if he sees that I don’t respond, what should I do if the next operation will be more hell... Now it’s enough hell!Let's talk about strengthening it.

"Hmm...thank you?" As a result, after I tried to squeeze out these few words, the other party started to look at me like an alien creature again.

Especially after hesitating for a moment, Dazai Osamu asked me tentatively and cautiously, "Have you...have you seen a psychiatrist?"

I:……?

Me: Tired, destroy it.

……

In fact, Dazai Osamu did not expect any positive response from him at all. It would be better to say that the other party did not intend to repent until now, which was a little bit beyond his expectation.

——It’s not brainwashing.

After she said that sentence, this thought jumped out almost uncontrollably. After lingering in his throat for a moment, he subconsciously changed it to a more euphemistic term.

If it's true... so inferior, so inferior that it exploded.

Even he couldn't imagine himself relying on this kind of means to win the favor of others... Isn't this completely breaking the bottom line and degrading to the point where it is almost the same as that mouse?

Will it really get to that point?

Or, is it true that even if he knows that he will be doomed, and embarks on a path doomed to tragedy from the beginning, and pays for his own fate, he still wants to use this method to keep her?

...that is really, unimaginable.