My undercover organization eats jujube pills

"What is she talking about? I don't want to believe it!"

"what--???"

"What, this is really a child bride! It's the kind of young girl!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect Odasaku to like this type...I don't accept it!"

"Is Saki Le going to have a stepmother?"

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"No... there is no such thing." Odasaku was a little helpless, but he didn't mean to blame me for talking nonsense.

"Yes." I insisted on my opinion, "You said before that you want me to be an adopted daughter, so that it is a family - but if you get married, isn't it also a family?"

It's rare to meet such a mature, reliable and gentle man, I'm a fool to let him go!

Although I am not yet old enough, high-quality stocks need to be cultivated from an early age!There are still two years to cultivate the relationship, when it will be a matter of course, the raw rice will be cooked into porridge——

I was very good at acting, and held back two crocodile tears, and said in a very aggrieved tone: "Do you think I'm not beautiful or cute enough? Can't cook or I'm not in good shape?"

"Huh?" Odasaku was puzzled, he glanced at me and then paused, "But you really don't know how to cook, and you haven't developed yet..."

"and……"

Said and then he was strangely silent.

Now I want to correct one point, men who are too honest also have bad things - such as talking too bluntly, although that is all true... But isn't it important to make girls happy? !

Although I haven't developed yet, I believe I have at least CCup potential!Sooner or later, I will become a beauty like Belmode who can put a goblet on her buttocks.

And that nasty pause, don't think that I can't see it without saying anything, your eyesight is too obvious, isn't it?Is it my fault for being short?I will grow!

"puff."

"What, I can't even cook, I'm even worse than Xingsuke."

"Hey, Shinji, do you cook delicious food?"

"It's better than this person who claims to be a little mother!"

Hello?You five brats, do you really think that I still exist?Don't take me as an air background board! ! !

"The above is just a joke." I finally got serious this time, "I need to stay here for a few days for some reason, so I hope you can get along well with me in a short time."

Finally I add one sentence.

"Of course, I will always work hard with the goal of marrying Oda!"

In the next second, the five little ghosts began to whisper again in a voice that everyone could hear.

"Stupid, this guy."

"It's an idiot."

"Absolutely."

"Can Odasaku only be taken by the idiot sister? I always feel so pitiful."

"Ugh……"

Oh shit.

I tried to keep the smile on my face from collapsing, lest I look fierce and reveal my violent nature.

Although I haven't officially entered the house yet, I can't hold back my desire for domestic violence.

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Even if the water meter will be checked or the courier will be delivered, I will speak out loudly.

The port mafia is unscrupulous business! ! !

Osamu Dazai is that black-hearted capitalist with a black conscience! ! !

He actually had the nerve to ask me, the wounded, to be wounded by himself—mark the key points, to be tested——the wounded, and report to the port mafia the next day!

Won't his conscience ache?

—Oh, no.Does this person really have a conscience?

The time is now eight o'clock in the morning.After I was still lying on the bed, Oda Saku suddenly informed me of the bad news that Osamu Dazai asked me to report at nine o'clock, and my whole body fell into the mysterious sage time.

If I could, I would even want to have a cigarette, but Odasaku firmly refused me. Five oil bottles also helped Oda preach to me on the law of underage, trying to preach to me all morning.

I lay on my back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The ceiling is a white wall. The location and building materials here are not very good. The white wall has some light gray spots due to damp and mildew. what?

To be honest, I have already given up on this task halfway...

The organization asked me to kill Mori Ogai because they wanted to reach out and take over the port mafia, the largest violent organization in Yokohama, so as to control the underground forces in Yokohama.

However, to be honest, even if Mori Ogai is killed, it may not be possible to successfully take over the port mafia.

Is Osamu Dazai a dead man?Once Mori Ogai dies, I believe that this person can definitely seamlessly ascend to the new leader of the port mafia.

I think Osamu Dazai is also quite dark, isn't it easy to do this kind of thing?It's as simple as wet and wet.

Also, this mission is so fucking dangerous. Seriously, I feel like I'm at risk of falling off the horse at any moment.

It's not just one layer of vest, I doubt my three layers of vest will be stripped off...

How can this be done.

But now it is impossible not to go.I struggled a bit, and when there was only half an hour left, I reluctantly got up and started washing with tears in my eyes.

In order to gain sympathy-though I doubt that such feelings exist in Osamu Dazai's heart, I still have a glimmer of hope and pull out a pair of crutches from the corner.

I'm pretending to be seriously ill and disabled even though I don't need to use crutches!

It just so happened that Odasaku was planning to go to work too—yes, that’s right, he was going to work.

"Is your mafia recruiting members so casually?" I complained feebly.

"No, it's probably easier for a low-level person like me to get hired." He thought for a while, "You were recruited by Dazai himself, so the treatment should be different."

No, I can thank you, I don't want this kind of honor at all, not at all! ! !

"... Dazai is actually very easy to get along with." He hesitated for a moment, then said to me.

Me: "Are you serious? Did you hesitate? Did you definitely hesitate just now?"

It seems that he is smiling and easy to get along with, and it is probably perfect as a strike-up partner, but as a mafia—who would believe it!Odasaku, won't your conscience hurt?

Oda Saku really deserves to be the good man of 24 filial piety I fancy, and he sent me all the way to the port mafia building very caringly.

I struggled to use crutches and began to walk at a slow speed. Under the building, I met Osamu Dazai, who was stepping on the spot to go to work, and his feet were brisk.

After seeing me, he smiled and greeted me very naturally, and was even surprised for a second when he saw me leaning on crutches, "Hey, Yayoi, is your injury serious enough to use crutches?"

"Yes, thanks to you." I answered him with a cold face.

"Eh? If that's the case, then as compensation," Osamu Dazai seemed to have thought of a wonderful good idea, he clenched his right hand into a fist and hit the palm of his left hand, "I'll take the crutch of love I used before Give it to Yayoi!"

"No, no need, thank you Dazai-san." I forced a smile, "The one Odasaku gave me is quite useful now!"

This is not a crutch for love, it is clearly a crutch for your life!

I dare say, Dazai Osamu gave me this goddamn crutch today, and he will get it back with interest...Maybe what I want is not just the crutch, but my legs.

Shit, my calves are a little weak.

"Ah, I was rejected by Yayoi." Dazai Osamu showed a pitiful and disappointed expression like an abandoned puppy, "It really hurts my heart—I'm so sad that I want to go into the water now."

"???" I was startled, "Into the water?"

Osamu Dazai: "Suicide, suicide, don't you think suicide is a wonderful art?"

"...No, thank you. I haven't lived enough." I replied blankly.

This person is crazy, I don’t know which mental hospital’s door was not closed properly, and the patient who escaped, even the leader of the port mafia dare to use such a person?What a talent——!

"Ah, that's right." Osamu Dazai folded his palms together and smiled at me, "From today onwards, Yayoi, you are my direct subordinate."

Ah, Osamu Dazai's smile is definitely the devil's smile.

I don't want to spend day and night with this person whose body is full of black mud!

No matter how reluctant I am, I can only poke out [-] sieves of Osamu Dazai in my heart, and then say softly with a smile on my mouth, "It's an honor to be Mr. Dazai's subordinate."

vomit.

Dazai Osamu was wearing a black windbreaker that he never lost, and led me, who was on crutches, to the interior of the port mafia building.

Here I have to scold the port mafia and black-hearted enterprises. The office buildings are big and deep.

Hey, if according to what Bourbon said, I really established a very good bilateral relationship with Mori Ogai and concluded a legal contract, then it doesn't mean that as long as he hangs up, the huge legacy of the port mafia will be mine ?But in the next second, this idea was quickly extinguished by me.

If things really turn out like that, Osamu Dazai might not be the first to kill me.

"Ah, there are cockroaches." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

My mind went blank for a second, then my body trembled violently, I threw the crutch in my hand violently, and moved a certain distance behind the flash with the agility that did not match the agility of the sick and wounded.

Don't laugh at me, there is no cute and weak girl who is not afraid of bugs—especially cockroaches, which represent a large group of creatures with tenacious vitality that cannot be killed!

Isn't a thing with many hairy legs scary at first glance? !

"Ah, run away."

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at my steady standing posture, and the crutch that was thrown into the corner and made a crisp sound when it landed.

"Hey, it turns out that Yayoi's legs can still be used in an emergency."

embarrassing, embarrassing.

"Haha... that's right..." I laughed a few times in embarrassment.

Urgent, pretending to be sick, what should I do if the current black mud boss finds out?

Osamu Dazai and I stood in front of the elevator in embarrassment. When the displayed floor number changed to 1, the elevator made a ding-dong sound and slowly opened the door.

The red-haired boy in a black top hat and a three-piece suit and vest came out of the elevator.Under the boy's ocher hair is a beautiful blue like the rising tide of the sea, and on his slender neck is a sexy chocker.

He first glanced at Osamu Dazai, and then gave me a little look.

"Tsk, what are you doing mackerel?" He glanced at the crutch lying on the ground in distaste and at me who was out of condition.

"Ah, Chuya." Osamu Dazai returned a brilliant smile, "I have already found a reliable subordinate who can take over the role of a slug like you."

"A dog randomly picked up from outside is better than a domestic dog."

Osamu Dazai, you bastard, don't just compare people to dogs! ! !

"You bloody mackerel—"

And what did I do wrong when I was forced to hate me?

strong.

The author has something to say: Regarding the setting, in fact, it was set that Zai’s superpowers are useless to Yayoi, but then I thought about it, Brother Yifang is coming, and there is no Fantasy Killer here, so it’s not a joke. , violence can solve all problems...

So in the end, I modified the setting and changed it so that it can be weakened.

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The writer's coffin can't be held down anymore [Comprehensive]

Copywriter:

My name is Chuluye Laixia.

16 years old this year.

I'm a genius writer—not that I'm bragging, I've already won the Naoki Prize, Akutagawa Prize, Edogawa Rampo Prize, etc. the highest awards in various literary fields since I was 16 years old.

To make things right, I have also won many other literary awards with high bonuses, such as the Izumi Kyoka Literary Award, the Tanizaki Junichiro Award, and the Kawzui Yasunari Literary Award.

If I lived a few more years, the Nobel Prize for Literature might be mine.

——But there is no if in this world :)

When I woke up, I found out that the Japanese literary world collapsed overnight, and Yukichi Fukuzawa, who was on the [-]-yen bill in my pocket, ran away from home.

On the road, I met two people named Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima who were fighting and almost killed me by mistake.

The neurotic suicide lover picked up in the river calls himself Osamu Dazai.

Is this a group of neuropathy?

The literature award I won has become a piece of waste paper, and the prize money is useless.Fortunately, I am a subhuman, and I can earn a living by selling organs, and I can sell two kidneys at a time.

By the way, I carry out the business of dying for love, and the main client is a bandage waste device, and the starting price of dying for love is [-] yen per time——

There is no problem in customizing fanfiction, as long as you give enough money, there is no fanfiction that I dare not write!

In addition to the psychopaths who claim to be writers, this world also has elementary school student detectives named copy Edogawa Ranpo, Hakata whose folk customs are too simple, high-risk groups with big brains and swords, and various ball games with lethality comparable to a rocket launcher. , and even horse monkey shochu...

Why the fuck? ? ?

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