Disqualification on earth x2

Osamu Dazai inherits the Port Mafia for the fourth year.

Port mafia expanded at an alarming rate from Yokohama's Night King, without any allies.But in just four years, it has become a secret organization that can even confront the country.If it weren't for the combination and other powerful entities that inherited Mirufiore's legacy overseas, the port mafia might become the second uncrowned king of the dark world after Vengley.

"That's why your name is listed as the first in the assassination list." Facing his former colleague and current boss, Nakahara Zhong also gritted his teeth, "If you act a little more restrained, you won't be in the position where you are today. It doesn't even get to the point of the port mafia."

As the young leader of the port mafia.Osamu Dazai did not have the benevolence that Pengelie Judaimu had. His thunderous methods allowed him to control the dark world in the shortest possible time, and at the same time made most people in Hong Kong and the gangsters keep him secret.

The only one in this organization who still dares to talk to him in such a tone is Chuya Zhongyuan.

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly and said, "It's Chuya's duty to protect me, is complaining now a question of the leader's authority?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also frowned immediately, and he said: "You know that I am not—"

Osamu Dazai flipped through the documents on the table, and casually handed over a stack of materials: "Come and report to me after sorting these out."

Nakahara Chuya hadn't raised his brows since he entered the room. He wanted to say something, but knowing the other party, he also knew that Dazai Osamu's words were equivalent to an order to expel a guest.If he forced to stay—

Seeing that Chuya Nakahara didn't respond for a while, Osamu Dazai's smile dropped slightly, and he said softly, "Chuya, are you going to disobey my order?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Tsk, I knew it would happen!"

He snatched the document away, the expression on his face was definitely not good-looking.But he did not say anything anymore, the young man who was clearly not a human being but felt more alive than anyone else strode away from this place full of dark shadows.

Osamu Dazai watched his figure fade away, and then he pressed the communicator on the table and ordered: "Ask Atsushi to come and see me."

Atsushi Nakajima was taken in by Osamu Dazai four years ago.

He committed a very serious crime, and it was Osamu Dazai who took him in and gave him hope of living.Out of gratitude, and even more out of necessity for his survival, Nakajima Atsushi obeyed Dazai Osamu very much.

Osamu Dazai's plan is perfect, as long as he implements it, everything will go in the best direction.

Atsushi Nakajima trusted Osamu Dazai so much that he stepped into the chief's office wearing a dark windbreaker, the collar covering the "restrictor" he was strangling around his throat.The white god of death that is widely rumored in Yokohama looks more like an ordinary boy of seventeen or eighteen years old than a killer who has never left a life alive when he is closely observing.

The white-haired Atsushi Nakajima knelt down on one knee to Dazai Osamu with great respect, and he presented a ring that Dazai Osamu had ordered to bring back, and said: "Boss, according to your order, the task has been completed according to the plan. "

Osamu Dazai took the Mare ring, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Ah, besides this, did you bring Kyoka back?"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded: "Yes, she is resting, do you need me to call her to see you?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head. He casually looked at the documents on the table and said, "That's unnecessary. Although she's back, she probably still doesn't want to see me."

"Dun, you did a good job this time. You have to work hard to do the next thing." Ignoring the question of Quan Jinghua, the young leader of Hong Kong and Heiwei smiled slightly, "You are my second stage." It is an indispensable support for the plan, so take care of your body."

Atsushi Nakajima said repeatedly: "Thank you for your concern, as long as it is a task assigned by Mr. Dazai, I will definitely complete it. I will be very happy if it comes in handy..."

"However, there is one thing I don't quite understand about this mission." Atsushi Nakajima asked, "Mirufiore has been destroyed for almost four and a half years. Why do you think it will have survivors?"

"As far as I know, it was Mr. Dazai and the Central Plains cadres who got rid of Blanchesso and his six hanging flowers who tried to destroy the world after Mirufiore murdered the ten generations of Pengelie. Rufiore can't have a living mouth, why would you-"

Do you feel that under your "destruction" plan, there will still be people alive, and even when you search for the Mare Ring, you still need to look for the technicians who have realized various superb technologies for Merufiore?

Obviously, even the closest combination to Mirufiore did not find a living person who knew the technology beyond the age of Mirufiore back then.

Not bad.

This is something that even Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't understand.He even wondered whether Osamu Dazai had lost his mind, and he even began to wonder whether the things he destroyed would leave tails—not to mention that Atsushi Nakajima was suspicious, sometimes Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing .

He did smile, too.

The leader of Gang Hei crossed his hands, his iris-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and replied to his guerrilla captain, "Yes, why?"

"...Maybe it's too hard, and I'm too envious, that's why I'm holding on to the light that is almost impossible to exist, trying to find a way to break free."

What he said was so light and strange that Atsushi Nakajima couldn't understand.

Osamu Dazai didn't mean to explain, instead he said: "Dun-kun, do you know that people have a life instinct. Even if your heart is full of desire to destroy, at a certain moment, even if you feel contemptuous and ridiculous, it still It’s going to come out and push you to do something that doesn’t make sense.”

Atsushi Nakajima: "No... meaning?"

Dazai Osamu no longer entangled in this issue, he said: "Since this organization does not have the secret of Mirufiore, there is no need to keep the last survivor. Get rid of it, Atsushi."

Atsushi Nakajima did not hesitate to order Dazai Osamu, he said that he should have left the leader's office afterwards.Still, he paused for a moment.

This should not have been said.

But Atsushi Nakajima always felt that the young man sitting on the throne seemed to be pierced by the false light on the ceiling for a moment.

He paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "The shop under Mr. Zhong Yuan's care sent a gift in return, which is a mille-feuille cake. The other party sent a lot. Would the leader want some?"

Dazai Osamu laughed and said: "The shop that Chuya takes care of. There are probably dozens of shops that Chuya takes care of, but does he allow you to eat? In his current state, it shouldn't be all dismantled. Check it for bomb poison or something, and won't you allow entry at all?"

Atsushi Nakajima explained: "It seems to be opened by someone whom Mr. Zhongyuan knows, and Mr. Zhongyuan trusts him very much."

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful, and Atsushi Nakajima said, "Do you need it?"

Osamu Dazai rejected Atsushi Nakajima.

He said, "No, you can eat. I don't like these."

After Atsushi Nakajima left, the office of the leader of Hong Kong gangsters was like a huge beast, as if it could swallow all the living things in it.

Osamu Dazai stayed in the silence for a while, and couldn't help thinking, how Mr. Mori endured it at the beginning—ah, is that why he likes to electrify the glass so much and look at Yokohama outside the window?

Osamu Dazai looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that had already been covered with bulletproof glass. In order to avoid being shot by the enemy from a distance, this wall that once could see the entire Yokohama had not been illuminated for four full years.

Some people say that the leader of Hong Kong gangsters is a monster who lives in the dark. Looking at the room lit up by incandescent lamps, Osamu Dazai feels that this is not wrong.

He reached out and knocked on the table, and wrote lightly: "Ah, I'm not very lucky. Was the killing so clean back then?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, probably because the lights in the room made him feel uncomfortable.He went to the darkroom.

It is said to be a dark room, but there is nothing valuable in this room.

There is only a technological crystallization made by the leader of Mirufiore, which is trying to break through time and space and surpass the times.

—Branjesso of the main world relied on such a thing to summon visitors from another world.

Yes, Osamu Dazai is well aware of the existence of multiple worlds.

There is a "book" in this world.This "book" is an existence similar to the root, and anything written in the "book" will become reality and will change reality.

These changed realities will be reflected in the "book" at the same time, forming countless "book worlds", or according to Mirufiore's words-that is, branch parallel worlds that develop differently from the main world.

The world where Osamu Dazai, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, lives is such a "book world".

However, this secret is currently only known to him in this world.And the reason why he discovered this is because of the "singularity" between his "nullification" ability and the projection of the "book" in this "book world". Through the "singularity", he Inherited all of his own memory from the main world.

Friends who kept dying, friends who could never coexist, friends he couldn't save with all his might.

Loneliness, struggle, despair, hatred.

Countless memories and emotions are like ocean waves, almost submerging Dazai in this world.

He sank in boundless despair, and caught a glimpse of that little light.

It was a small flower that bloomed at night.

It is the light that he possesses in the main world.

The light gave him respite—and then he discovered that this was the only world that still had hope among all the worlds already filled with despair.

In this world, because he has not yet met his friend, his friend is still alive.

This is probably the only world where he still has a chance to redeem himself and let him survive to fulfill his wish.

This is good news, at least for Osamu Dazai who discovered the truth of the world, this "book world" finally has meaning of existence.

Only the price is loneliness.

In the boundless loneliness, he would occasionally want to open that glass.

There is a spring flower outside the glass, no matter how lonely the road is, at least there will be flowers blooming along the way he walks.

However, the absurdity of fate is also here.

The reason why Osamu Dazai was able to discover the true meaning of the world was precisely because of Mirufiore's vain attempt to get his hands on the "book".He got the book and also destroyed the only window.

Brandon Jesso is dead, and in this world, no one can travel across time and space.

Unlike "him", friends in his world are still lucky enough to survive. In contrast, flowers under the lamp will never bloom on his way forward.

Sounds very fair.

Travelers in another world may not necessarily want to experience the journey of not finding their way back again.

A good person would be lucky for her that she didn't have to leave her homeland in this world where Blanchesso was dead.

But the process of running towards meaning is extremely painful, and it is human instinct to avoid pain.

It doesn't matter if there is no choice, if there is a choice, if there is such a person who can relieve the pain - he will want to grab it at all costs.

Osamu Dazai was never a nice guy.

When standing in the endless night again, unable to take a step forward.He snatched from the group the machine that Mirufiore used to study time and space.

Without Brandeso, there is still the Mare Ring, which comes from the same source as his power.

The still young Osamu Dazai is indifferent and never thinks about how the "Hanae" who was captured into this world will face everything strange.

He just thought, since you have promised and stayed.So why don't you come with me?

I clearly saw you.

It's a pity the world is really fair.

If it gives you one, it will never give you another.

One poor guy with no way back and nowhere to come from is enough in this world, and the world doesn't plan to add another one.

Four years had passed, and his plan had even reached the second stage, but he still hadn't been able to replace Brandeso with the Ring of Mare, and catch the person he wanted to catch.

Osamu Dazai sometimes thinks about it.In fact, he may not really need the other party to come, he is just too tired, he needs a support, a belief.

A... a belief that can support him until his goal is accomplished.

Osamu Dazai stood in front of this huge instrument for a long time, slowly stretched out his hand, staring at the Ring of Rain on his fingertips.

This is the last Mare Ring.

If even this ring can't replace Brandeso to bring that person——

——This means that in the infinite world in this book, it is impossible to have such a possibility, right?

He looked at the ring in his hand for a long time, so long that for a moment, he even wanted to take back the ring.

Dazai pressed the ring into the groove without pausing.

The operation switch of the machine was covered again.

He pressed it again.There was a huge roar when the machine was running. He stood very close to the machine, and even the corners of his clothes were blown by the wind when the machine was running—but he still didn't take a step back.

until 5 minutes pass.

The instrument drained the power of Mare's ring once more.

However, the front of the instrument was as it was sent, and nothing appeared.

Dazai laughed.

"Oops, what should I do next. Mare's ring doesn't exist anymore, do you want to collect other Qisan?"

"The other parts of Qisan are similar to Mare's ring. Including Vongola's ring, I still have fourteen chances. It seems to be enough."

He said this to himself, as if convincing himself.

For a long time, he looked at the cold, huge instrument, as if he was looking at the window.

Osamu Dazai murmured: "I'm really tired, won't you come and help me?"

Of course the machine would not answer him.

He laughed: "It's so cruel, it's too much."

Osamu Dazai returned to the office.

The 24-hour bright Hong Kong black does not exist for him.

When I went back, Zhongyuan Zhong also went and returned.

Seeing his former partner who was waiting for him, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the first time you have violated the rules today. You entered and left the chief's office casually without my order-do you really want to be shot twice? ?”

Nakahara was also deaf to Osamu Dazai's ridicule.

He held up a box of cakes and said to Osamu Dazai, "I didn't want to come, but she asked me to give it to you."

"Tsk, if I knew it, I wouldn't have told her about you..."

Osamu Dazai looked at the cake box in Nakahara Chuya's hand, hesitated for a moment, and took it anyway.He asked: "Have you checked, if there is a bomb or poison in it, Chuya, you are murdering the leader."

Nakahara Chuya: "...I'm so annoying, give it back to me if you don't eat it!"

Osamu Dazai opened the cake, it was a layer of chocolate.Reminiscent of what Atsushi Nakajima said before, he looked at it for a while and said, "I've given away everything, I don't have to pay it back if I eat or not."

"But I'm a little curious. Do you still have a guy who you trust enough to make such a snack? The other party must not be a drug-making thug."

"Don't say that about my sister." Zhong Yuan frowned, "If she didn't ask for it, I wouldn't have given it to you at all."

Osamu Dazai had no intention of eating.

He had already lost interest at first, but after hearing what Zhong Yuan Zhong said, he couldn't help but feel amused: "Where did you get your sister from?"

In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara's deeds are like a blank sheet of paper.

The two seem to be drifting apart over the years, but the person who knows Nakahara Chuya best is Osamu Dazai.

In the past few years, due to the frequent gang fights, this guy has taken care of many stores that are struggling to operate, and has also given shelter to many stores that lack the ability to protect themselves.Aside from killing people fast enough, there's nothing Mafia-like about this guy.

Dessert shop.

It should be a small shop opened on the street of the port three years ago.During that time, Zhongyuan Zhong also always went to the port to take care of an old man's seafood business, and the dessert shop was incidental.

Three years passed.The old man has gone back to his hometown. Has he gotten along with the little girl in the dessert shop?

younger sister.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "You're not afraid that the other party is the killer who will use you to deal with me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "She has no motive-whether you eat or not."

After teasing Nakahara Chuya, Dazai returned the cake and lazily said, "I won't eat it."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He rubbed his hair irritably, but he was afraid that taking it back would make his "sister" sad, and finally said simply: "If you don't eat it, throw it away, I'm leaving!"

Central Plains also strode away.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the date, and slowly crossed out a part with a pen.

The smell of the mille-feuille had begun to permeate the air. He looked at the cake for a while, then thought of something else, picked up the fork and took a bite.

The rich chocolate aroma melts on the tip of the tongue.

The maker must have spent a long time stirring the cream and chocolate.

Just a little too sweet.

Osamu Dazai threw the cake into the trash can.

He suddenly felt a little bored, and walked out of the chief's office on a rare occasion.

It is a bit rare for people inside Hong Kong to see the leader. Many passers-by caught a glimpse of his windbreaker and did not even dare to lift their heads.So when he met Gin holding a cake at the corner, Osamu Dazai stopped in his tracks, grabbed the subordinate who couldn't avoid it, and said something.

He asked, "From Chuya's sister?"

Akutagawa Gin was a little flustered, and she said: "Yes, yes. Mr. Nakaya said yes, so I agreed with her to carry the suitcase into the first floor. She has already left, and we have sent people to watch her the whole time. She absolutely I can't move any limbs, so please rest assured!"

Osamu Dazai said gently: "I don't mean to blame, it's just that it's better to stay away from idlers, what does Yin think?"

Akutagawa Silver fell silent, she whispered: "Yes."

Osamu Dazai nodded in satisfaction, he was even smiling, but Gin Akutagawa felt tremendous pressure.

She said with difficulty: "I will pass it on and forbid Miss Zhongyuan to come closer."

Osamu Dazai stopped slightly when he was about to leave.

He asked Akutagawa, "Miss Nakahara?"

Yin Akutagawa replied respectfully: "Yes, it seems that because of the loss of identity documents, the Central Plains cadres lent her their surname after taking her in."

Osamu Dazai: "Chuya took her in, wasn't she just a shelter?"

Akutagawa Gin replied: "It's asylum, but Mr. Chuya picked her up."

Dazai's tone changed slightly.

He stared at Yin Akutagawa and asked, "Chuya picked it up, why didn't the Ministry of Intelligence write this sentence down."

Akutagawa Gin was stunned: "Mr. Chuya often helps people who are homeless due to turf wars—"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand slightly.

He was silent for a while before asking, "What's the name?"

Akutagawa Silver: "What?"

Osamu Dazai asked coldly: "I asked, what is her name other than Zhongyuan?"

"Huajiang." Akutagawa Yin replied subconsciously, "She calls herself Huajiang."

Outside the building in Ganghei, Zhongyuan Zhong also sent the sister he picked up back home.

He helped the other party carry the box, and said: "He ate the cake, and I want me to say thank you for him."

The black-haired girl walking beside the other party bent her eyes and said, "Mr. Chuya, it's not good to lie."

Nakahara Chuya, who was exposed by one sentence: "..."

He sighed: "Sorry, I originally thought that you are somewhat similar to him. Maybe he will eat a little of what you cook. This guy hasn't eaten properly for a long time. Before assassinating him, he will be killed by his poor diet and rest!"

In the end, it was a bit gnashing of teeth.

Huajiang didn't mean to be afraid at all.

Still bending her eyes, she said softly: "It's okay, he may not like cakes, I'll just do something else. Can I deliver pudding next time?"

Zhong Yuan also calmed down in the other party's smile, and he said, "Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Huajiang shook his head: "When I had nowhere to go, Mr. Chuya took me in. If there is something that can help, I will be very happy."

"However, listen to what you mean. Can this friend of yours also be unable to sleep? This is not possible. Do you need me to help you make some sleeping drinks?"

Nakahara Chuya: "That guy has to be willing to drink."

Hua Jiang thought about it, and said slowly: "Well, let's do it first. Maybe one day, he will be willing to drink a little?"

"People still have to look forward with hope."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also affected by her emotions, and he relaxed a little.

"You're right. I'll do what you want to eat tonight."

Hua Jiang said something softly, and as she spoke, she seemed to feel something, and turned her head to look at the Ganghei Building not far away.

The dark and closed building could not penetrate even a ray of light.

People who have been living in this kind of place, not to mention loss of appetite and difficulty in sleeping, are afraid that it will be very difficult just to live.

How can a person live in a place without light?

If Mr. Kazuya said that Hong Kong gangsters need to open the window-wouldn't it be too much of nosy.

Huajiang looked at that building, and she looked at a certain place, and couldn't help but think: If the window can be opened in this place, the sunset must be very beautiful.

I was thinking so.The glass that seemed to be sealed suddenly moved.

She thought it was her own illusion.

Then that glass was literally pushed away!

The evening sun poured in through the glass window.

Huajiang also saw it, the prisoner living in this lonely castle without light.

It was too far away to see clearly.

But it seems to be injured, and the face is covered with bandages.

The staff in Hong Kong Hei Li are all colleagues of Nakahara Chuya, so it seems impolite not to say hello.

With such an understanding, Huajiang tentatively waved at the young man who opened the window, with the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that she had turned her head for a long time and stopped her progress. He turned his head and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Hua Jiang pointed at the building: "I just saw—"

The doors and windows of the building were closed tightly, not a ray of light could penetrate, as if all the previous scenes were her illusion.

Huajiang murmured in her heart, but she didn't show it.

She said, "It's nothing, let's go home, Mr. Nakaya."

It was time to go home from get off work.

But before Zhong Yuanzhong took two steps, he received another order from his bastard boss.

Osamu Dazai stood in front of the pitch-black glass wall that had never passed through the electricity, stretched out his finger and touched it slowly, slowly, and said, "Chuya, come back."

After a moment's pause, he said casually, "There's a new mission, there's some commotion in the west, you go and deal with it."

Zhong Yuanzhong on the other end of the phone also sounded a little irritable. He asked, "Now?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the pitch-black glass wall, lowered his eyes, and said, "Now."