Complete Survival Manual

Tsushima lay limply on the bar counter.

His thoughts were slightly scattered, and the excessive alcohol intake put him in a strange state.

All the things that existed within the scope of his vision were covered with illusory ghosts.The voices of people talking overlapped, and the beat of the English dance music played in the bar became melodious.

Tsushima almost fell in love with this kind of illusory feeling after drinking. The magical falsehood invaded the real world. After abandoning the heavy body, it seemed that even the soul could lightly reach the kingdom of heaven.

It's a rare experience, and it's probably a good experience to try alcoholic suicide once in a while.

As he thought so, a purely happy smile appeared on his face.

[Just let me go, it is a kind of happiness to leave this oxidized false world. ]

………………

There was fine rain in the sky, and Tsushima sat in front of the window, watching the water dripping from the edge of the eaves.

Bit by bit, the unhurried drops of water made Tsushima's heartbeat calm down.

In mid-July, Kyoto is still in the rainy season, and sweltering heat and humidity are the unique characteristics of this stage.After the rainy season, Kyoto will welcome half a summer of sunny sunshine.

At that time, the wind chime painted with snapdragon hanging under the window should show a clear halo in the sun, right?

This is really a scene that makes people smile from the bottom of their hearts just thinking about it.

"Mr. Tsushima!"

The door of the office was pushed open vigorously, and the tall, intellectual-looking beauty rushed into the office in a hurry. She walked up to Jin Dao and stood still in two or three steps, and asked angrily: "Mr. Jin Dao, what did you do last night?" What?!"

Tsushima adjusted his expression, and after confirming that he looked very innocent, he turned his chair and faced the lady.

"I stayed in the hospital obediently last night and didn't go anywhere, Eri-chan."

Tsushima has a deceptively good appearance, when his iris eyes look over with a smile, the person he is watching will always have the illusion that he cares about him.

Ihara Eri's forehead twitched.

She took a few deep breaths, and the blue veins that were about to explode were suppressed by her with difficulty.

I am ashamed to say that during the two years since Ihara Eri joined the firm, she was fooled countless times by Tsushima.Until now, this trick has worked for her visible to the naked eye.

After being dazzled by Tsushima's beauty, she was a little speechless for a while.When she regained her language function, she felt deeply saddened by her attitude.

She screamed silently in her heart: What are you doing, what are you doing? Two years ago, I was tricked by Jin Dao into the office and worked overtime every morning and night. I thought I should improve in the past two years?Could it be that I can't escape Tsushima's face for the rest of my life? !

Tsushima coughed lightly, and pulled Eri Ihara, who was immersed in her personal world, out of her world. He put on a listening gesture, "Is there anything Eri wants to see me for?"

"...well, we found this."

Eri Ihara straightened her mind, and she placed a document on the desk in front of Tsushima with a serious expression.

Immediately above the document was a wanted warrant, and the person on the bust photo attached to the wanted warrant was so familiar that it made one's hair stand on end.

Tsushima fully understood where the members' panic came from. After all, the person on the wanted warrant looked exactly like him.

Osamu Dazai, this person's name is Osamu Dazai.

The noise next to his ears suddenly became violent, as if dozens of fireworks exploded in Tsushima's mind at the same time, and the dizziness invaded his brain in an instant.

He thought he was acting very badly, but in fact, Eri Ihara only saw the corners of her president's mouth twitch, and asked her in a soft voice and brisk tone: "—Who is he?"

Of course, Tsushima's question was not about Dazai Osamu's name, which was clearly written on the arrest warrant.What he asked was all the information related to Osamu Dazai collected by Eri Ihara.

The pale complexion did not attract Ihara's attention, because Tsushima just went to the hospital for a stomach wash last night due to alcoholism, and it is normal to be weak.All her cautiousness towards Osamu Dazai stems from that face that is too similar to the president.

Ihara pointed to the document under the arrest warrant.

"Regarding this man, it is not easy to collect information. Most of the reports compiled are specious rumors. Our intelligence network mainly covers the Kyoto area, and his location is in Yokohama."

"Yokohama...?" Tsushima said with a sigh, and he picked up the wanted warrant to examine it carefully.After a while, he looked at Ihara Eri.

"Eri-chan, I'm afraid the office will trouble you for a while."

………………

Yokohama is in a mess right now.

Following the incident of the European supernatural organization Mimic, Osamu Dazai, a cadre of the Port Mafia, defected without warning.

He escaped not only simply, but also neatly without leaving any room.

The boss of the port mafia, Ogai Mori, expressed his regret. After a symbolic wait of two days, he signed a document confirming Osamu Dazai's defection and issued a warrant.

[Just kidding. ] When several well-known information dealers in Yokohama received the news, they all distorted their expressions, speeded up their packing, and left Yokohama immediately.

Instead of leaving relevant or irrelevant people from all walks of life at such a critical juncture, it is better to leave Yokohama temporarily to avoid the limelight.Just thinking about the people who come to ask Dazai Osamu for information one after another makes people feel boundless annoyance.

In a way, being in touch with "Dazai Osamu" himself means that trouble will follow.

They don't want to touch such a mold yet.

But this kind of chaos is destined not to last long, because the biggest turmoil has been wiped out without being noticeable, and even the art gallery where the final confrontation has been repaired, the current chaos is nothing but aftermath .

Whether it is the "Port Mafia" or the "Special Ability Class", they will not sit back and watch the chaos in Yokohama and do nothing.

"Mr. Sen is really scary."

Osamu Dazai shook the newspaper idly, and after he sighed inexplicably, he threw the newspaper aside.

He stretched himself and decided to go out in the afternoon.

The current Dazai Osamu is on the run, if anyone in the know sees his current leisurely state, he will undoubtedly feel a little itchy teeth.

He was tense from head to toe.He is more suitable to be described as a jobless bum with nothing to do than a fugitive ex-Mafia cadre.

Wandering around the streets of Yokohama like ghosts from morning to night, with basically zero social relations, the kind that eventually died of alcohol and women.

Fortunately, this is just an empty imagination. Osamu Dazai still has some plans for his current situation. He will never let himself starve to death on the street.

[Actually, if you go to Chuya’s house for dinner, Chuya will not refuse. ]

A fleeting thought flashed by, Osamu Dazai paused, and then he went out humming a tune he heard from nowhere as if nothing had happened.

[A gift for Zhongye before leaving, I hope he likes it. ]

………………

Zhong Yuanzhong also liked this gift very much, so much that he wanted to drag that damned mackerel back to Hong Kong Hei for a good beating.

The car he liked recently exploded 3 minutes ago.

The reason is because someone planted a bomb in his car.

There is only one person who can do such a thing.

"Master Central, Central Plains?"

When the mafia in black suits arrived at the scene, Nakahara Nakaya looked back at them impatiently against the backdrop of smoke and fire.

After Nakahara realized that it was his subordinates in front of him, not Osamu Dazai, he suppressed his anger.

"Clean it up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also dropped this sentence, picked a car driven by his subordinates, and left the scene.

The men in black suits respectfully watched him leave, and after a long time someone couldn't help saying, "It's Mr. Dazai... Dazai please."

After a difficult change of words, the atmosphere suddenly loosened.

Among the low-level personnel in Hong Kong and black, there are not a few who are curious about the two adults.

They are port mafia legends.

"The day Mr. Central Plains just came back happened to be the day Dazai... Dazai Osamu defected, right?"

"I heard about it before, Master Zhongyuan opened a bottle of 89-year-old Petrus from his private wine cellar to celebrate. Today, Osamu Dazai bombed Master Zhongyuan's car..."

"The relationship between the two is really..."

"Oops."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the conversation ended at the conclusion they had drawn.

The explosion was written into a report, and finally appeared in front of the boss of the port mafia, Morio.

The person in charge of this matter put his hands behind his back, and reported what happened in front of Mori Ouwai with some nervousness.

Thinking about the whole story of this incident, he might have to thank the bomb from Osamu Dazai.

If Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya hadn't been involved, just at the level of the person in charge, no matter what, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet the leader this time.

"...The above is the full report on the time of the explosion, leader."

The black-haired leader pondered for a moment and asked, "What do people in the organization think about the relationship between Dazai-kun and Chuya-kun?"

The person in charge thought of the chat with other people before, and said involuntarily: "It must be an ex-partner with a bad relationship."

"It's bad." Mori Ogai smiled, and neatly placed the documents about the explosion submitted by his subordinates in a corner of the desk, "In this case, Dazai-kun's defection review should be skipped over Nakaya-kun .”

For Dazai-kun's sake of disregarding the relationship.

What's more, he knows very well that it is impossible for Zhongyuan Zhong to betray the port mafia.

When he was the only one left in the spacious office, the black partition rose slowly, and bright sunlight filled the entire office.

Mori Ogai looked out the window, Yokohama was shining brightly in the sun.

"This is also an optimal solution, Dazai-kun." He finally said so.

The author has something to say: I have been thinking about whether my writing skills are enough to support this article. After all, the goal is not to be too OOC. In short, it is still open for business. Please pass by and leave a message or something (crazy hint).

I would like to express my special thanks to Meng Meng, her support is an important motivation for me to write this article.

Finally, thanks to the little angels who received in advance!