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I was wearing a coat from Mr. Mori and walking quickly down the corridor of the Port Mafia headquarters building with a copy of the order document written by Mr. Mori. A member of the organization came over. After he saw me, everyone who met me had expressions of confusion and confusion on their faces.

Looking past those people who were stunned for a long time, the system, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly asked: "Speaking of which, Jingniao. Since you want to disguise yourself as Osamu Dazai, why don't you use the transformation technique?"

"Because I can't trust Mr. Mori. It's enough for him to know my attack power. He doesn't need to know that I have auxiliary abilities."

Pressing the elevator to go to Mr. Guangjin's office downstairs, I replied briskly: "Transformation, a basic application of ninjutsu that is common to me, might cause an uproar in this world. It is impossible to tell. The chakra of the transformation technique is abnormal, and the ninjutsu that can transform into anyone is probably coveted even in the world of ninjas."

There is nothing so good in the world.

As a basic blinding technique, transformation techniques can at best fool ordinary people without chakra. In front of perceptive ninjas, the fluctuations of chakra itself are almost invisible. The reason why the transformation technique is used as the basic ninjutsu taught in ninja schools is because the technique itself has very obvious flaws. There is no such thing as a perfect transformation technique. No matter how experienced the jounin is, he can only use the transformation technique to an almost perfect level.

"...I don't know if it's the way you dress now that gave me the wrong impression."

The system was silent for a while, and then said in a complicated tone: "I always feel that your way of thinking is becoming more and more like Osamu Dazai, Jingniao."

Do you think I really want it?

If possible, who wouldn’t want to be a good, upright person like my brother?

The numbers on the small electronic screen above the elevator door kept jumping, which was much faster than me climbing the stairs. Soon I reached Mr. Guangjin’s floor. After getting out of the elevator, I walked into Mr. Hiratsu's office. He was flipping through some documents and glanced up at me: "What do you want to do here today, Dazai...Uchiha?" !”

The calmness on Mr. Guangjin's face was shattered. It only took a few seconds for the usually calm and peaceful old man to change his expression from hesitant to disbelieving to "What the hell are you doing again?" Headache.

"Let me ask, Uchiha, is it your new hobby to walk around the organization dressed like this?"

"What? In your eyes, am I someone who would do such boring things?"

Handing the document signed by the leader of the Port Mafia, Ogai Mori, to Mr. Hiratsu, I cleared my throat, deliberately imitated Osamu Dazai's tone, and said to Mr. Hiratsu with a smile: "This is Mr. Mori. I mean, he told me to do this."

I also vaguely realized at this moment that I had been a good boy for so many years under the education of my brother Masamiko, and now Osamu Dazai might have really screwed me up a lot. I am becoming more and more familiar with Dazai Osamu’s personal smile.

Mr. Hiratsu quickly finished reading the document from the leader. He quickly realized the reason why I was dressed like this and the seriousness of Dazai Osamu's disappearance.

"I understand."

Mr. Guangjin put away his surprised expression, frowned and nodded to me: "Since it is the leader's order, I will allocate a team of manpower and give you full command. Regarding the assignment of manpower, what is special about you, Uchiha? Do you want it?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Let Akutagawa lead the team and follow me."

Let Akutagawa make more trouble, and I can take advantage of the chaos to rescue Mr. Dazai. What's more, with Akutagawa's rabid dog trained by Osamu Dazai, I, the fake Dazai, should look more convincing.

After arranging the manpower, I still have to make a trip myself to get information about the hostile organization.

The one Mr. Hiratsu recommended to me was Ango Sakaguchi, a senior intelligence officer who belongs exclusively to the Port Mafia. It is said that this outstanding employee of the intelligence department is a friend of Osamu Dazai, just like Odasaku.

I don’t understand the mystery of how someone like Osamu Dazai could have two such reliable friends, and I don’t dare to ask.

All in all, when I rushed over, this conscientious intelligence officer who was sorting and classifying different intelligence documents kept moving his hands, but there was a look of disgust on his face: "What are you doing here again?"

I:"???"

Is this my first time here today?

And, wait? His attitude is wrong. Are he and Dazai Osamu really friends? Mr. Hiratsu will not lie to me, right?

"No matter what, Dazai, you must not disturb my work today. I finally got the information about that organization, and I haven't slept for two days. I can go home after finishing this today, Otherwise I would be really angry..."

While muttering, he picked up the cup at hand and took a sip of the strong tea that looked very strong inside. Sakaguchi Ango's eyes, which seemed a little distracted due to continuous overtime work, fell on me. Then, his eyes widened behind his lenses, and the tea he had not had time to swallow squirted onto the floor at his feet. superior.

"Dazai? Why have you become smaller?!"

"First meeting, Mr. Sakaguchi. I am Mr. Dazai's subordinate, named Uchiha Jingtiao."

This chapter is not finished, click on the next page to continue reading -->> Looking at Sakaguchi Ango's shocked and panicked expression, I sympathized very much: "It's time for you to change to a pair of glasses, or it's time to rest for two days. "

After some explanations about my identity and that I was really not Mr. Dazai’s brother, nephew, nephew, illegitimate son, or various distant relatives, Sakaguchi Ango and I finally got down to business. After I explained my purpose of coming, Ango Sakaguchi's face, which looked extremely tired due to overwork, slowly showed a worried and anxious look.

"That's all."

He handed me all the information that he had been sorting and summarizing before I came in, then took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows: "No wonder Dazai asked me to check their information last week. I didn't expect this. Let’s start soon… Dazai, nothing happened to him now, right?”

"The leader said that if it were Mr. Dazai, he would be able to ensure that he maintains a minimum level of life safety."

I answered casually, and with the help of systematic explanation and analysis, I finally finished reading this thick pile of information.

The hostile organization is a foreign group that wants to gain a foothold in Yokohama. The kidnapping of Mr. Dazai is probably to deal a heavy blow to the port mafia as the local leader, so that they can take advantage of the turmoil of Yokohama's largest gang organization to divide the interests of the port city. A cup of soup. As for why Mr. Dazai was chosen to kidnap Mr. Chuuya among the high-ranking cadres... it was probably because Mr. Chuuya had superior strength, and Mr. Dazai was the only one among the remaining cadres who would wander around without his subordinates.

From the information provided by Ango Sakaguchi, in addition to basic information, I also learned about the current base of this organization. Saying goodbye to Sakaguchi Ango, I headed to the gathering place agreed with Mr. Hiratsu early in the morning. Akutagawa, whom I had named to bring people over, was already waiting there with a team of Black Lizards.

After seeing me, Akutagawa was not as shocked as others. He just opened his mouth slightly in confusion and said something. When he realized that the person in front of him was not Osamu Dazai, whom he longed for, he showed a disgusting expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"What are you dressing up like?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The more you do the same thing, the more you become proficient. Just like the more times I imitate Osamu Dazai, I can still smoothly make a smile that is almost the same as Osamu Dazai's, no matter how much I don't like to smile. Although in the eyes of others, it may seem inappropriate that Osamu Dazai is shorter than Ryunosuke Akutagawa, it is none of my business. This is Mr. Mori's decision, and it was not my request.

"This won't work, Akutagawa-kun, you have to listen to your boss." I got closer to Akutagawa, and before he got angry, I lowered my voice and said, "If you still want Mr. Dazai to come back, please cooperate with me. I No matter what you think, I am Osamu Dazai right now."

After saying that, I pushed Akutagawa away.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's face was stern, the corners of his lips were curled down, and he looked unhappy. I saw that he didn’t have any respect for me, the fake Dazai Osamu. Anyway, after I said “Let’s go,” he not only didn’t agree with me, but also glared at me.

Given Akutagawa's attitude, if I were really Osamu Dazai, I would have whipped him long ago.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have been responsible for commanding operations.

But in this battle, I actually have nothing to command.

After all, this is a major incident involving Osamu Dazai's life, and the people Mr. Hiratsu selected for me are all more experienced than me. Not to mention that there is also Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who has extremely destructive powers and outstanding combat effectiveness. I couldn't join the battle yet, so all I could do was stand in the background and watch, amidst the hail of gunfire and fighting, putting on Osamu Dazai's customary fake smile, which seemed a little tired of what was going on.

Let me tell you, Alice's skills in tying Mr. Mori's pigtails are surprisingly good. After the enemy in the battle saw me, they opened their eyes wide and screamed with ferocious expressions, "We were cheated!" and "The guy from the Port Mafia we captured is a fake!" They didn't realize that I was actually the real one. It's that fake, shoddy fake.

As the only person present who has not participated in the battle, I cannot continue to stand here stupidly. While they were fighting in full swing, I left the shadow clone where it was and left the scene of the battle to complete my work.

Due to this sudden attack, the enemy headquarters deployed almost all its personnel to defend against foreign enemies. There were not many guards left, so I easily knocked down a few of the fish watchers, and learned from them the location of the "port mafia boy" they had captured.

I had imagined many scenarios beforehand when I rescued Mr. Dazai. For example, when he was bored and bored, he had already begun to try to commit suicide. Now, for example, he was still alive and kicking, hating the Port Mafia's inefficiency, so why hadn't he been rescued yet?

But in my imagination, there is no such scene where he is half-dead and handcuffed in a private cell, and even his breath is so weak that he almost disappears.

The contrast between Dazai Osamu's weak breath and his normal vitality comparable to that of a cockroach was too sharp. I couldn't tell what I was feeling. When I realized it, I had already used Susanoo's most basic arm bones. His form broke open the door of the private cell, and he knelt down beside him and began to check the injuries on Dazai Osamu's body.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have suffered a serious crime, and the mafia cadres who had finally been captured had to be tortured even if they were of no use. Needless to say, skin injuries such as whippings and knife wounds, there may be many more wounds under the tattered clothes.

The most terrible thing is his eyes.

This chapter is not finished, click the next page to continue reading-->> Dazai Osamu lowered his head, and his fluffy curly hair fell on his forehead. The shadow cast between his brows made the blood stains on his face look less ferocious, but judging from the bandages tied around his eyes and the blood stains soaked in the bandages... he was in serious trouble.

Probably sensing the people around him through their breath and voice, Osamu Dazai struggled to raise his chin slightly.

"...Scared Bird?"

He whispered hoarsely.

"You came to save me?"

"...Well. Mr. Mori ordered me to disguise myself as you and lead the martial arts faction to destroy the enemy, catch them off guard and rescue you at the same time." I lowered my head and said in a rare obedience: "I'm sorry, Dazai Sir. I'm late."

Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time, then let out a hoarse laugh: "...It's too late, Frightened Bird."

"I'm sorry, Dazai-san."

Just when I was about to pull out my short knife and cut off the chain to take Mr. Dazai away, I heard Mr. Dazai sigh softly: "It's too late. If you wait a little longer, I will get out of here by myself."

Me: "...huh?"

"It's not in vain that I threw myself into a trap and stayed here for a few days. Not only did I destroy the enemy, but I was also able to successfully exploit them. Their cargo belongs to us from now on."

The man who looked like he was going to die at any moment one second straightened his back in the next second. He snapped his fingers, and the shackles that were originally firmly attached to his wrists fell off. I, who shocked a group of people today, was finally shocked by Mr. Dazai at this moment and was unable to make a sound.

Mr. Dazai slowly got up from the ground. Even though his vision was blocked by the bandage, he could still face my direction accurately.

"Huh? Huh??? Mr. Dazai... No? Huh? So you're okay?"

Dazai Osamu tilted his head and said in a relaxed tone: "It's still okay. At least the scratches on my body are real."

"No? Are your eyes okay? Are you not blind?"

He leaned closer to me, and the sudden approach made me subconsciously alert. Dazai Osamu, who was somewhere between a young man and a teenager, still had a large amount of dried blood on his face. At such an excessively close distance, he pulled off the bandage tied to his eyes. Then, he raised the corners of his lips and showed me the genuine Osamu Dazai smile that made people hate it.

The eyes under the bandage were intact, and there was a faint smile in the caramel-colored pupils, reflecting the appearance of me dressed as him. Everyone thought he was similar, but he looked particularly clumsy in front of me.

"Look, I'm quite confident in my eyesight."

The mood was so ups and downs that as a thirteen-year-old boy who couldn't stand the excitement, I couldn't help but choked up.

"Mr. Dazai——"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"I decided to hate you from now on——"

——It turns out your other eye is normal too!

Fortunately, I used to think that Dazai Osamu was a one-eyed dragon, and the other eye had long been blind due to some unknown reason, so I kept wearing a bandage to cover half of my face!

If you don’t need your eyes, donate them to those in need!

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2 I hope that Jinjiang will soon launch a blacklisting function, where readers and authors can block each other in both directions. If I don’t respond to you, don’t respond to me. I am really a Buddha now. I delete comments when I can, and try to be out of sight and out of mind. But if we go forward half a year and I was writing The Soldier of Love, I would have cursed.

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