My undercover organization eats jujube pills

"Welcome back."

Osamu Dazai held a transparent glass in his hand, the amber liquid mixed with ice cubes shook gently, and made a slight crisp sound when it collided with the clear glass wall.

"Mr. Ango." I imitated Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku, and raised my glass to Sakaguchi Ango.

Ever since I revealed my identity in front of Osamu Dazai—or in other words, I have not concealed my success at all.

After that, I was basically in a state of abandonment, too lazy to make some false and useless pretense.I ordered "Margaux" very generously, and deliberately drank it in front of him.

"Anyway, you know everything, it's useless to pretend." - I said this vulgar language to Osamu Dazai, and the dissatisfaction with Osamu Dazai contained in it was beyond words.

"The leader seems to want to reuse you."

——Osamu Dazai also revealed it to me so clearly.

I'm not a monkey anthropoid with low IQ, of course I can understand what Osamu Dazai meant.

Not only Osamu Dazai knew that I was an undercover agent sent by the organization, but also Ogai Mori, the leader of the port mafia.Of course, I guess this is what Osamu Dazai told him - as the leader of a violent organization, how can he have so much time to check me, a little guy, when he is busy every day?

What Osamu Dazai said was very clear.

Mori Ogai wanted to use me as a nail, as an important poison to devour the organization.

When he needs it, I can give the organization the final fatal blow.

...Although, Osamu Dazai and Mori Ogai may both think that it is a good thing to have a high-level member with a code name like me as an undercover agent, but there are so many undercover agents in the organization.

As far as I know, there are four or five of them, and the organization is about to be poked into a sieve by undercover agents.

An undercover agent is really nothing. This organization codenamed after wine may lack everything, but it will definitely not lack undercover agents.

In my opinion, this broken organization will end sooner or later.

Of course, I did not tell Osamu Dazai about the above.

Why should I know everything about him?

Osamu Dazai is extremely self-righteous, as if nothing can escape his control.That smiling face made me sick with arrogance, and when I saw him I could only think of that bloody evening.

Hate is an emotion I can't help.

Between me and Osamu Dazai, something is already different, like spoiled cheese, the inside has begun to rot and mold, and there are even wriggling maggots.

I know very well that from that day on, Osamu Dazai has become a special existence to me.

It was so special that I couldn't help but strangle him and watch his eyes gradually lose their luster from suffocation.

Once I think of that, I have a faint sense of revenge.

***

Ango Sakaguchi put away his umbrella and put the small suitcase he was carrying at his feet. Dazai Osamu saw such a box and asked Ango Sakaguchi very naturally: "What's in the box?"

"An antique," Ango Sakaguchi took a sip of the hot water handed to him by the waiter, and while properly wiping off the water droplets on the lens of the glasses with a tissue, he replied to Osamu Dazai, "I met an antique I like very much on the road. So it's late."

"Hey," I said in surprise, "Mr. Ango likes antiques?"

Ango Sakaguchi paused when he wiped his glasses, and looked up at me helplessly: "We've been colleagues for two years anyway, don't you think it's too much to say such a thing?"

I said "Oh" and said tentatively, "Sorry, let me do it again?...Mr. Anwu, you really like antiques."

In order to show my sincerity, I specially used what I thought was the most sincere tone.

"Forget it." Ango Sakaguchi hesitated to speak, and finally supported his forehead, "You should just do it like that, suddenly speaking in that tone... I don't know why I feel a little disgusted."

"Hey," I said with a sulky face, "Mr. Ango, you must have said such things too much."

Oda Saku habitually comforted me: "Ango has always been like this."

"No wonder Ango never fell in love." Osamu Dazai said very naturally.

As soon as he said this, the three of us all cast extremely contemptuous glances at him: "Of course it's not as good as Mr. Dazai's Yokohama Thousand People Killing."

"This view of love is not desirable."

"The king of Hong Kong gangsters."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

I felt refreshed physically and mentally after we finished fighting Osamu Dazai together. I happily drank the last glass of wine, and it didn't take long for everyone to go back to their respective homes.

Before leaving, Oda Saku said something like this: "You are busy today, Ango, so we will come out for a drink together next time."

He paused and continued.

"The happy kind."

"Of course." Ango Sakaguchi replied seriously, his figure standing under the black umbrella looked particularly gloomy and lonely in the dark night, and that black outfit...

At this moment, I felt in a trance that Ango Sakaguchi didn't seem to come to the party.

On the contrary, it seems that... came to attend someone's funeral.

***

I should have explained it five times before, I am not good at drinking, really bad, super bad kind.

Thinking back then, a cup of Long Island iced tea would have knocked me down. Today, I’m no better than my 12-year-old self—this is still after being influenced by the trio of Odasaku, Dazai Osamu, and Sakaguchi Ango. down.

I also drank several glasses of wine last night. Although it was just wine, it was still quite a lot!

Having said all that, I just want to set the stage for one thing - I'm hungover.

Not only that, but I seem to be drinking off the pill.

In my memory, I only vaguely remember that I seemed to be playing drunken madness on someone... and if this person does not want to be someone else, there is only one person in my family, and the person I played drunkenly mad at is not him, who else could it be?

Because of this, I was absolutely amazed at the fact that I was able to survive until the next morning with all my hair and tail.

I thought that according to Accelerator's dog temper, he would definitely kill me on the spot.

But he didn't.

But after I was shocked and asked Fang Accelerator if he was out of his mind, I was almost killed on the spot.

Damn why?

Having said that, in the primitive fight with him that used all the limbs and superpowers, I saw the scars on Accelerator's body - on his shoulders, I saw that the clothes slipped during the action.

I don't know if it's my illusion, I always feel that the mark looks like someone bit it out with teeth...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you are actually injured!" I laughed at the first time.

Accelerator's face was ugly: "You're so messed up——"

Because of my thoughtless speech, another round of housing demolition started early in the morning.

***

I was on my way to the Port Mafia as usual when I received a call from Osamu Dazai.

"Ango is missing."

Only these five simple and clear words, Dazai Osamu didn't say anything else, and he didn't have his usual relaxed look.

When I heard the news, I stayed on the road without even noticing the sound of the passing tram, which almost hit me, and the passing rapids curled up my long hair.

"Missing" - this is not a simple word.

There are many kinds of disappearances of ordinary people, such as running away from home, kidnapping, death, etc... But the possibility of being alive is the majority.

But for the Mafia, disappearance is basically tantamount to death.

And not to mention Ango Sakaguchi who has another identity... If he disappears, it can basically be equated with death.

But it won't be the death of a single person.

As the head of the port mafia intelligence section, Ango Sakaguchi was full of information that would be a fatal blow to the port mafia. If he got such information, the port mafia would be in danger.

"When? Where did you disappear?"

I came back to my senses and calmly asked Osamu Dazai.

"Last night, he disappeared from the hotel managed by the port mafia." Osamu Dazai said briefly, "The person is missing. The box he was carrying is still in the room, but the things are missing."

"Do you know what it is now?"

"Odasaku went to investigate, but we don't know yet."

"Oda Tsukuru?" I froze for a moment, then frowned and said, "I see, I'll be right there."

I didn't expect that Odasaku would get involved in this kind of thing.The disappearance of important intelligence personnel of the port mafia is definitely not something to be underestimated. In the worst case, it will be a major event related to the survival of the port mafia.

Why is such an important matter entrusted to low-level personnel like Oda Saku?

Dazai Osamu really valued Odasaku as a friend, and he would never take the initiative to let Odasaku get involved in this kind of thing.So this can only be an order from Mori Ogai, the leader.

Is it because Oda is very strong?It's true that he is a low-level employee, but that's just his own wish. If he wanted to, he would have been in the same position as Mr. Guangjin long ago.

I don't understand Mori Ogai's purpose.

But I could feel a sense of unease creeping in... the same unease I felt when I lost Minmi.

But Odasaku is different from Akemi. Odasaku is very strong, really strong.

He shouldn't die... right?

***

After I had something on my mind, I was very fast, and within 2 minutes I went directly through the window and entered Dazai Osamu's office. A young man wrapped in a snow-white bandage was sitting on the seat, propping his chin with his hands and meditating.

"It's impolite to open the window without knocking."

"Come on, how could it be impolite for you to pick someone's lock at every turn?" I rolled my eyes, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Osamu Dazai was silent in a rare way: "I don't know what the leader wants to do... I only know that he has a lot of plans."

I pursed my lips, "Even you don't know... What about Oda Tsukuru?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, his slender fingers lightly touched the bandage at the corner of his eye.There is an undercurrent surging in the iris-colored pupils under the black hair, like a vortex that eats people underwater, and you will feel cold all over just by looking at it.

Dazai Osamu was facing the window with his back to the window, and the bright golden sunlight came in from the window. The backlight made his irises appear darker, and there was no glimmer of light in his pupils.

His brows and eyes are full of indifference.

"I won't let anything happen to him."

I shivered slightly imperceptibly.

How similar... That's what I said back then.

But I couldn't save Miyano Akemi after all.

The author has something to say: Oda Saku doesn’t know how to take a lunch box, really, it’s not a lie.

After all, he is Yayoi's appointed future husband (.

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I'm still in military training, I don't want to live anymore, kill me! ! !

One code word can be written until twelve o'clock, and there will be morning training at 06:30 the next day

let me die

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After reading the comments in this chapter, you all seem to want Oda Tsukuru to take the bento...

In fact, Oda Saku's inconvenience has no effect on the plot, but since you want him to make lunch, I will... (hint)