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"Of course it's because I like Osamu Dazai, what other reason is there?"

Ye Lian's answer was too frank, and on the contrary blocked all dubious thoughts, but Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu were slightly startled, and they were even more confused about this 'like'.

There are many meanings of liking, liking like a family member, liking from superiors and subordinates, liking his body, or liking like a lover.

Ye Lian...does it belong to that kind?

But they observed Ye Lian's face repeatedly, but in the end they couldn't judge the meaning of this liking.

Mori Ogai wanted to ask again, but Ye Lian had already lowered his head to look at the dial on his wrist, and his eyebrows were also stained with seriousness: "The time is coming, Mr. Mori, we should go."

"That's true." Mori Ogai immediately focused on the business, nodded: "Let's go."

Ye Lian followed behind him, but as soon as he took a step, he turned his head and smiled at Dazai Zhi: "It is estimated that there will be chaos inside in a while, you can go back to the top floor directly after training, you don't need to worry about anything."

Osamu Dazai stared at the backs of them disappearing one after the other, his heart pounding because of the words of love just now calmed down for a while, he recalled the details revealed by Ye Lian, and finally came to a conclusion.

——Ye Lian and Mori Ogai probably went to the leader's room.

……

And in fact, it is.

The people led by Ye Lian himself did not need to be questioned, and the subordinate who was responsible for protecting the leader's room opened the door of the leader's room without saying a word.

Walking to the deepest part of the house, you can see a dying white-haired old man lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed, as if he was about to die in the ground.

Mori Ogai walked to the hospital bed so calmly, with a strange smile on his lips, he looked down at the leader: "Good evening, are you resting well?"

Ye Lian stopped at a distance behind Mori Owai, just standing there quietly, watching with cold eyes.

In the following stories, there is no need for his appearance, all he has to do is to be a witness.

The leader who was already speechless suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Mori Ogai, as if he wanted to curse, but he could only pant heavily, unable to say anything in pain.

Mori Ogai shook his head watching this scene, and sighed hypocritically: "Ah, you are really pitiful, it must be very painful, it must be very difficult."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Let me help you out."

Suddenly, a cold scalpel was pulled out from the cuff, and the sharp blade easily cut through the old man's neck.

"Please don't worry." Mori Ogai's pupils widened suddenly, and a smile of extreme joy appeared on his face: "I will take over the mafia you brought down. From today on, I will be the new leader."

The old man's body trembled rapidly, blood sprayed from his neck, soaking a piece of pure white bedding, his eyes were staring like bells and drums, his face was stiff and gray, after a while, his movements froze, his chest no longer Ups and downs, but there is a look of death on his face.

Looking at the body that could no longer speak, Mori Ogai hugged his arms tightly, suddenly lowered his head, and smiled strangely.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

His face was also stained with fresh blood, and even his hair became a little sticky. Instead, his white coat was covered with bright red, and his suppressed laughter was crazy and full of joy. He looked like a A happy criminal who takes pleasure in killing.

But Ye Lian just watched all this calmly, neither sad nor happy in his eyes.

It wasn't until Mori Ogai finally calmed down and asked his subordinates to clean up the funeral that he turned on the intercom that notified the whole floor, and said in a calm tone.

"Notify all mafia members that just now... the boss passed away."

"According to his last words, the successor chief will be Mori Ogai, Dr. Mori."

"Please fully cooperate with Mr. Mori and contribute your strength to the new port mafia form, over."

……

"What the hell is going on here! Explain it to me."

The woman in kimono slapped her palms on the table, her face was livid, and she glared at Ye Lian aggressively, regardless of her elegant and noble temperament.

Ye Lian, who was being questioned, was still holding the black tea gracefully, blowing the cool air gently, his expression was not moved at all.

On the contrary, Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a black suit, put the tea cup in his hand in front of Ozaki Koyo, and smiled with that pretty face that could fascinate little girls.

"Sister, please drink tea."

With Dazai Osamu's intervention, the tense atmosphere in the air gradually eased, Ozaki Koyo nodded, and leaned back on the sofa, but her chest was still heaving violently.

Osamu Dazai straightened up and walked behind Ye Lian, straightened his chest and put his hands behind his back, his eyes seemed to be looking straight ahead, but in fact he secretly pricked up his ears, listening to the conversation of the two mafia cadres.

"What do you want to say?" Ye Lian put down the black tea in his hand, closed his eyes helplessly and sighed: "Who will be the next leader was said by the first generation himself."

"It's impossible." Ozaki Koyo retorted in a strong tone: "It is impossible for the ancestors to pass on the position of leader to a doctor. He will definitely choose you."

The beauty is worthy of being a beauty. Even though her expression is cold and she is in anger, her demeanor is still beautiful and elegant. With a sound, the light pink kimono was dragged to the ground, revealing a section of smooth ankle.

But Ye Lian never took a second look, his face was also very cold, he just repeated this sentence: "Whether you believe it or not, this is the last words of the ancestors, I heard it with my own ears."

Seeing that Ozaki Hongye seemed to want to say more, Ye Lian suddenly squinted his eyes, and a cold light appeared in his green pupils: "I don't want to waste my words by repeating, if you can find the evidence of the ancestor's last words, come and defend me."

"Dazai, see off the guests."

Dazai immediately corrected the slack posture just now, and made a gesture of invitation to Koyo Ozaki with proper etiquette: "Sorry, big sister, Mr. Ye is in a bad mood today, please visit again at another day."

This is enough steps and face, Ozaki Hongye glared at Ye Lian extremely dissatisfied, holding the red paper umbrella that never left his hand, got up and left with his sleeves.

After Dazai Osamu sent Ozaki Hongye a certain distance before returning to the living room, what came into view was Ye Lian's frowning, slightly upset look.

Osamu Dazai saw it, and sat casually on the sofa beside him, completely opposite to the elegance he treated Hongye just now.

But in other words, this also means that Osamu Dazai's etiquette education is quite good, at least he will not be ridiculed outside.

Osamu Dazai propped his chin, and looked away seemingly casually, "Since you hate that group of people, it's okay to disappear. There are too many visitors recently, it's really annoying."

"Do you also feel uncomfortable?" Ye Lian raised his head with a smile immediately: "But if you don't know what will happen if you refuse the door, let's bear it together."

During the week since the leader became Mori Ogai, people visited Ye Lian's living room almost every day. Needless to say, the rest of the cadres, the ministers of other important departments also came to ask Ye Lian for instructions, while secretly inquiring about Mori Ogai. while expressing his loyalty to Ye Lian concisely.

In other words, if Ye Lian announced the rebellion and arrest of Mori Ogai at this time, the other mafia would not have any objection, but would be happy to accept it.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyebrows, thinking about these series of things, he had already guessed that Ye Lian and Mori Ogai had made a secret deal, as long as Mori Ogai became the leader, Mori Ogai would make some promises to Ye Lian , all of this is within his prediction.

It's just that he can only guess a few percent of the reasons why Ye Lian would give up becoming the leader.

After thinking about it, he still said, "You really don't intend to become the leader?"

Ye Lian was startled, and smiled at him: "Why did you even start?"

Ye Lian picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Didn't I say that, I hate dealing with documents, and becoming a leader will be even more troublesome. What's more..."

He paused, and looked at Dazai tenderly: "If Mr. Mori becomes the leader, he will minimize my work, then I will have more time to educate you, Dazai."

"..." Dazai's eyelids twitched with that soft, watery gaze, and he couldn't help pursing his lips. Some emotion burst out of his heart, making him feel at a loss for a while.

But he still quickly pretended to look like the sky had fallen, and shook his head with a bitter face: "Let me be spared."

"But... Mr. Ye."

After a while, he lowered his voice again, and his thick eyelids lowered to cover the pupils that seemed to be stained with ink:

"If you don't get rid of Mr. Mori here... you will be the one who will be in danger in the future."

That man is very dangerous, like a venomous tongue, he will never leave anyone who can threaten him, even though Ye Lian and him are a community of destiny tied to the same rope, as long as Mori Ogai grasps The lifeblood of the mafia will come back to bite Ye Lian in the future.

Ye Lian's eyelids trembled, he propped his chin up with one hand, and looked at him with beautiful eyes: "Really, you think so?"

He didn't seem to have any worries, rather than being confident, it was more like he didn't take this matter to heart.

He raised his hand and stroked Osamu Dazai's hair, and said in a coaxing tone, "Don't worry, there is still a long time until then, and I won't be in danger so easily... But you can worry about me, I am very happy."

He stared down at Osamu Dazai who was obediently squinting his eyes, and smiled slightly: "By the way, as a reward, would you like to read you a bedtime story tonight after a long absence, huh?"

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face suddenly froze: "..."

It's been a long time since I haven't been in his room for two or three days, okay?

Thanks to Ye Lian's busy communication work with Sen Ou, he finally didn't have to endure those mentally retarded stories.

This is not a reward at all, but a punishment.

Osamu Dazai felt that it was necessary for him to speak out his true thoughts, otherwise the person in front of him might not know his torture for the rest of his life!

——Then, that night, he obediently opened the door of his room, allowing Ye Lian, who was holding a book of fairy tales, to enter smoothly.