My undercover organization eats jujube pills

I think Osamu Dazai is not a normal person recently.

I thought about it and pondered for a while, and thought that this person might have become a cadre of the port mafia not long ago—and he was still the youngest cadre.

So even ordering me became more confident.

Osamu Dazai, the unscrupulous boss, said this: "I am a cadre. As a subordinate, you must listen to the words of the cadre."

Bah, I bah.

Although I dared to yell at him viciously in my heart, in fact, I was weak, pitiful and helpless, and as a low-level gangster in Hong Kong, I couldn't resist Dazai who abused his personal power.

I can only wipe my tears and work for Osamu Dazai who is fishing every day, and I have to write reports when serving tea and water-this is what a mafia should do?The mafia is obviously a career with high fashion value that associates with gunfire and blood.

And the life of doing odd jobs for Osamu Dazai in Hong Kong and Heihe made me feel every time whether I was applying for a position like a secretary of the mafia.

"I'm going to a high-end reception tonight. If there's no accident, there will be chaebols or something." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, and I wasn't interested in the topic at all.

"Oh, like this," I was stunned for a moment, and asked inexplicably, "Then what? Does this have something to do with me? I'm just here to serve as your moving background board, Mr. Dazai, and I don't need to entertain you..."

I noticed something just after the end of my sentence, and glared at Osamu Dazai with shock and accusation: "Don't tell me you want me to sell my appearance and flesh and body to please those greasy middle-aged uncles?"

Osamu Dazai: "...What are you thinking, the Port Mafia won't let their subordinates do this kind of thing."

He seemed quite curious: "I'm more interested in your brain circuit... How did you manage to think perfectly?"

"Because the object is you, I can only deal with it with a little nerve."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that Yayoi's words are too much."

Yes, that's right, my role is - to be a better-looking accessory for Osamu Dazai.

All I have to do is smile, I don't need to pop a word out of my mouth, it's OK to be a vase quietly.

In various senses, the role I, Yayoi Yagisawa, played at this reception was a tool person for Osamu Dazai who had no feelings for him.

Osamu Dazai changed the subject, and he emphasized his tone, "Yayoi, do you have a high-end dress or something? If not, it would be embarrassing to attend a reception of this level."

"I'm sorry, I really don't have one. Why do I want that?" I rolled my eyes, and Osamu Dazai asked knowingly, "Do you wear a high-end dress with a machine gun and kill the enemy? That's cool, yes, But the skirt is expensive, a fight is equivalent to scrapping, I feel sorry for the money. Besides, that kind of long skirt is very inconvenient to move around, okay?"

"You don't understand now, this is obviously the fashion value of gangsters, this is the romance of men!" Dazai Osamu spoke plausibly.

I put it succinctly: "Fuck off."

"In the flames of war, the skirt of the dress flutters, the girl's blood-stained white cheeks, and the sturdy posture that is completely inconsistent with the delicate image, isn't it a beautiful picture when you think about it this way?"

I was silent for a while, and spoke heavily.

"Just be happy."

I can't understand the brain circuit of a strange man like Osamu Dazai... Could it be that they are all men like this?

The speed at which Osamu Dazai jumps up topics is like that of a frog that repeatedly crosses the lotus leaves.

"Why don't we go to Ginza later and pick out a decent dress for you. After all, Yayoi still represents the face of our port mafia. Don't look too shabby, it would be embarrassing."

"Okay, anyway, I'm not the one paying the money..." After I said this, I immediately became vigilant, and asked Osamu Dazai, "Whose card are you going to use? Could it be Mr. Chuya's card again?"

"How? How could I do this?" Osamu Dazai looked very innocent.

But I didn't believe him at all, "You are the one who would do such a thing, Mr. Dazai. You have too many criminal records, so don't blame me for not being able to trust you."

"Swipe my own card, really." He thought about it for a while, and added, "Just treat it as a return gift on Valentine's Day."

I said indifferently, "Mr. Dazai, how dare you say that."

"First of all, White Valentine's Day, when a man returns gifts to a woman, has passed long ago; secondly, Mr. Dazai, I haven't settled with you for the good things you did on Valentine's Day, but you dare to mention it? You're so cheeky." How thick, if it wasn’t for you, I would have given away my natal chocolate! Maybe I would be married now! The kind with five kids calling me mom!”

Osamu Dazai retorted: "That's all because Yayoi you added toppings to my chocolate, so I did that, so everything is still your fault in the end."

"Hey, did you know I added ingredients before you changed it? Sophistry!"

"Of course I know."

"Running the train with your mouth full."

I let out a "bah" and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Ah, that's right." Osamu Dazai clasped his palms together, "I have some things to do first when I arrive in Tokyo. Yayoi, you can just stroll around Tokyo casually. For girls, there should be many places to go, such as cosmetics shops and dessert shops. Cafe or something."

"Mr. Dazai is worthy of being the Yokohama thousand people, he really understands everything." I replied calmly, but my heart was already jumping with joy.

This is obviously creating an opportunity for me to find Mingmei.

It is not far from Yokohama to Tokyo, it takes about 40 minutes by car.By the time I chatted with Osamu Dazai, I had almost arrived in the urban area of ​​Tokyo.

Osamu Dazai actually got out of the car with the bandaged and black port mafia standard attire—on the streets of Tokyo, this kind of attire would 100% be regarded as a psychopath, or a costume that did not graduate from the second year of junior high school. Cool brat.

I don't know what he's going to do, and I don't care.After confirming that Osamu Dazai had indeed left, I immediately got on the train to Mikacho.

As far as I know, Mingmei joined a bank in Mihua Town about half a year ago.Because I have no way to keep in touch with Minmei, most of the details of some things are told by Bourbon.

For example, Akemi's current pseudonym is Hirota Masami, and she is currently working as a bank clerk.Although I don't know why she changed her job to become a bank clerk, but I don't mean to find out.

Bourbon was so busy walking around the winery that he didn't have time to check these things.Maybe Mingmei just wants to change her mood because of that guy Ley?

Moreover, bank employees have good benefits, high wages, and work is not too tiring.After losing her boyfriend, Mingmei has a lot of time to find the second spring in her life.

Because of Mingmei's relationship, I gradually became acquainted with her sister Shirley, and the main topic basically revolved around Mingmei.

Out of some kind of revolutionary friendship, Shirley and I often insulted Ley passionately together, dissing him made Minmei heartbroken.

Because, we can all see——Mingmei really likes him very, very, very much, and it is an unadulterated and genuine heartbeat.

We also knew at the same time—especially after I knew that he was an undercover agent, I understood that Minmei was just a springboard for him to use.In fact, Ley doesn't like Minmei that much at all, even if she loses, it doesn't matter.

Shirley also vaguely revealed some information to me—a mysterious poison that she is now leading the research in the organization. It is said that it can cause people to die inexplicably, and the cause of death cannot be found out.

In fact, it is not difficult to achieve this level of technology in Academy City, but it is probably not easy to achieve it in a place that has been lagging behind the outside world for decades.

After all, Academy City has even achieved artificial human beings and developed the superpowers of human brains. What else can't be done?

At least for me, Academy City is an extremely mysterious existence.

As I sat on the tram, I began to recall what happened before, and something disappeared in a flash.

I carefully recalled what Osamu Dazai had only said to me in the car, and I finally knew what was wrong with me.

I was absent-minded all the time in the car, and it was only when I recalled that I realized what happened——a bank in Mihua Town was robbed, and the amount was as high as one billion yen.

Cornflower Town.

I finally grasped the point and immediately connected it to where Akemi is currently working.

Damn it, the bank that was robbed shouldn't be the place where Mingmei works?If you meet a robber... Mingmei is so weak, as a peripheral member of the organization, she has not received any hellish physical training.

I didn't dare to think about it at the time, and immediately took out my mobile phone to call Mingmei.

I called for a long time, and it hurt so much. The only thing that came from the receiver was the busy tone of "beep... beep..." and no one picked up.Minmei didn't pick it up until I called No.13 times.

"What's wrong? Yayoi." Since she can answer the phone, it means that Mei is safe now.

"Hey...it's okay." I was relieved after confirming that Mingmei was fine, and started to explain to Mingmei a little embarrassed, "Because I saw the news before, saying that there was a robbery at the bank in Mihua Town. I thought you were in Mihua In the town, I feel a little worried. Akemi... are you okay?"

"Me?" She repeated my question. There was some noise in the tram, but I could still hear Qing Mingmei's shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, but at a certain moment, her breathing became rapid and slow. Confused, he comforted me with a smile at the end, "It's okay."

"Well, I'm in Mihua Town now, and I'm about to go to the bank where you work, Minmei. Can I see you?"

I was always a little uneasy and desperately wanted to see her.

The tram stopped after arriving at the station. I held my phone and got out of the car following the flow of people.I walked to the bank not far away according to the map memorized in my mind.

"Hey... sorry." Ming Meiyu apologized, and immediately apologized to me, "The bank I work in is the one where the robbery happened, because everyone in the staff is a little uneasy, so I have gone back to rest, Now because of something, I'm not at home for the time being, so let's talk about the meeting later, okay?"

"Is that so?" I didn't want to embarrass Mingmei, so I agreed almost immediately, "If that's the case, then see you tomorrow?"

"...Well." Mingmei answered me softly on the other end of the phone. She seemed to hold the phone a little farther away, and the voice from the other end seemed to be blown away by the wind, disappearing into the transmission waves. .

"See you tomorrow, Yayoi."

***

When I was about to reach the bank, I stopped, intending to go back and take the tram to the meeting place I had agreed with Osamu Dazai—since Akemi wasn't here, it didn't make sense for me to come here.

I had just turned the corner when a little boy who was skateboarding on the sidewalk rushed up.

These days, the little devil is also well-dressed, wearing a blue suit with a red bow tie, and the skateboard under his feet is actually a jet-powered skateboard. I can see that the speed is almost as fast as a car, and he probably made a powerfully modified skateboard somewhere.

He rushed too fast, and because of the blind spot at the corner, he almost hit me.

At that moment, I looked at him. Behind the black-rimmed glasses, the little boy had a pair of beautiful clear blue eyes.

I don't know why, but I always feel that there is something wrong with this kid, and I feel a little awkward.But this kind of thought was only for a moment, and then I threw it behind me. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me in the end.

The place I made an appointment with Osamu Dazai was a room I had already booked at the hotel, and he was already waiting for me there.

As soon as I entered, Osamu Dazai gave me a gift box, and he stared at me with great interest: "Open it and have a look, it's a gift."

I knew it when he said it was a gift. This is probably the dress he said he bought for me to support the show.

"Mr. Dazai, the dress you chose for me won't be of straight male taste, right? I would rather die than wear it." I opened the gift box while complaining.

The moment I opened the gift box, I was amazed.Because I have to admit... Osamu Dazai's vision is actually not bad.

I went into the inner room of the suite, changed into my dress and came out.Dazai Osamu looked me around and reluctantly admired: "Yayoi, you look elegant like that."

"Nonsense, I'm a beautiful girl with natural beauty, okay?"

I stood in front of the mirror and twirled around on my tiptoes, and the hem of the skirt drew a beautiful arc with my movements.

This is the first time for me to wear a formal dress in my life. The previous clothes are all the same ordinary clothes, or the white clothes that are unique to the research institute.

And what I'm wearing now is a smoky purple skirt.It is a tube top and tie design. The yarn used as a shoulder strap is made of soft lace and tied with a playful bow.

Starting from the waistline, layers of soft smoky purple yarn are stretched out.The dress was designed with a short front and a long back, and the layered skirts were adorned with countless tiny crystals, reflecting the dazzling light under the light.

Walking around, it is like standing in a place where the sun rises and the twilight sinks in the west. The skirt is like floating clouds and the faint first mist, with a light texture like the sun.

I moved my body, and felt that the clothes were extremely close-fitting, as if they were tailor-made for me, no matter which part was just right, it fit very snugly, without even a little bit of disobedience.

"So, Mr. Dazai,"

I pondered for a while, then looked at Osamu Dazai with perverted eyes.

"Why do you know my measurement data?"