I who want salted fish became the leader

When Ayatsuji appeared, everyone made way for him, and the Colonel was in charge of leading him to the front, glanced at the direction of Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai, and then whispered in his ear: "This is not for me to deal with." Yes, it was Verlaine who finished it."

Lantang and Verlaine were very exclusive about Ayatsuji's affairs, such as secrets such as Ayatsuji's true identity, so the Colonel's expression was a little nervous, and he didn't want Ayatsuji to misunderstand that he had made a mistake.

Hei Ni's voice was full of hesitation: [I thought Verlaine...]

Verlaine was very kind to him, and he probably wouldn't dig a hole for Ayatsuji, but what happened now?

"I've said it before, don't trust anyone other than yourself." Ayatsuji's lips moved, and he said expressionlessly, "He knows what I did."

He seems to have said that Verlaine and Lantang's personalities will inevitably have disputes and conflicts, and the flashpoint must be on the Aragami. It is Ayatsuji who told Lantang to respect Chuya's decision. Whether Ayatsuji needed help, but not necessarily for a dogmatic person like Verlaine.

This is probably a small warning, because Lantang told Verlaine how Ayatsuji found Aragami and how he persuaded him to shake him. He must be very dissatisfied with Ayatsuji's doing so, so he arranged Such a punishment is to demonstrate his strong desire to control him.

"Lantang..." Thinking of this, Ayatsuji whispered.

Hei Ni: [What's wrong, Ayatsuji? 】

But Ayatsuji didn't answer it, if Lantang continued to show his disagreement with Verlaine, the consequences might be very serious.

And it was absolutely impossible for him to hand Chuya over, so Ayatsuji made a decision - if there really was such a day, he would protect Rantang from Verlaine.

"Lu Gu?" Da Zuo still looked at him anxiously.

"Oh, nothing." Ayatsuji came back to his senses, he had already reached the destination, "Mori Ogai, where is the body?"

Hearing this, the man in a white coat straightened up, turned his body to look at Ayatsuji, the corner of his mouth curled up in a comfortable arc, and said meaningfully: "Why do you feel that you are not very surprised? And...you It came just in time."

After all, Mori Ogai glanced at Osamu Dazai, and Ogai Dazai who tipped off the news just pretended to be bored and looked up at the sky.

"Aren't you saddened by the death of the chief?"

Ayatsuji said expressionlessly: "I'm so shocked that I have some emotional stress disorder. Don't look at me like this. In fact, I am very sad now. People like me who have been hurt too much are likely to do something irrational , such as venting anger or something."

Mori Ogai: "..."

"Pfft." Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that both of them were looking over, he waved his bandaged hand, where the fracture was broken: "I suffered a work injury, and I can't blow the wind for too long, so I'll leave first."

After that, he turned around and wanted to leave briskly, but Mori Ogai suddenly said coldly: "Stop."

"Just stay here."

"..."

The temperature of the air between the three of them dropped instantly, and the atmosphere made the other Hong Kong and black subordinates shiver involuntarily.

Dazai Osamu's body tensed suddenly, and the long black coat that he turned around dropped into an arc, like a black cat's tail drooping suddenly. His breath was quiet for a few seconds. No one dared to intervene in such an atmosphere, and Ayatsuji also blinked. looked at him without blinking.

"Mr. Mori, what do you mean by that?" Osamu Dazai turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Ayatsuji, "Young Master, I got injured in Leibo Street."

As expected by Ayatsuji, this guy is a person who kills first and plays later. Osamu Dazai must have gone to sow discord, and the broken arm he raised was obviously kicked and broken by Chuya in a fit of anger. The conflict between the King of Sheep and Shirase was released.

Zhongye, he will join Hong Kong Hei soon.

"It's so unruly." Mori Ogai said, "If I remember correctly, Dazai, you haven't officially joined Hong Kong and Hei, and the young master can't be called by everyone, right?"

Dazai Osamu is a child who tried to commit suicide picked up by Mori Ogai. Although he himself is very interested in the inner world, he has been hesitant about whether to join, so now he can only be regarded as a temporary worker in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. It is entirely because of Mori Ogai.

His gaze turned to Ayatsuji, with a hint of aggression in his gaze.

"Are you helping me discipline my subordinates in front of me?" Ayatsuji said while holding Misaki Naruto.

"Subordinate...?"

"I think you've heard it, Mori Ogai," Ayatsuji said lightly, and he glanced at the Colonel, "This time, I took him and Black Lizard to Saibo Street, and now he is a quasi-cadre of Hong Kong Black , what? Since you said that the young master cannot be called by everyone, are you questioning my words now?"

"Quasi-cadres..." Osamu Dazai repeated, with a subtle look on his face.

"I am indeed questioning you, but please don't feel offended. After all, I am the leader's personal doctor." Mori Ogai said, "Before this, I have never heard your name, and the leader has not revealed any heirs. It means that during the period when the leader was seriously ill, I was the only one who could talk to him occasionally."

First put yourself and the leader very close.

"The chief was on a business trip in the first half month, and I think he doesn't know much about the internal situation in Hong Kong." Then he distanced the chief, "I'm just a little worried, because the GSS and other organizations that originally belonged to the Hong Kong gang have been very disturbed recently. Only the young master can reassure everyone that he raised such a presumptuous question."

He continued to distance himself from his ambitions, speaking as if everything was only for Hong Kong blacks.

"...Then, apart from the ring as a token, do you have anything else that can prove the young master's identity?"

"What's next to you." Ayatsuji just asked.

Mori Ogai looked to the side, there were a few pieces of coke whose original shape could not be seen, it is not difficult to imagine what tragic accident happened to the leader of the previous generation... It was an accident again, because it did not look like a gunshot wound or poison at all. Or the scars made by the dagger are more like being burned by fire.

Before Ayatsuji came, he had an autopsy, and there were no other fatal wounds on his body. Everything only pointed to one answer: the other party was burned to death by fire.

Without gasoline, without combustion aids, it is impossible to be directly swallowed by the flames.

There are various signs that a person who can control fire is involved, Mori Ogai thought to himself, but is there such a powerful person in Yokohama?

"It's the leader's body," he replied.

But Ayatsuji did not look over, he already knew what the former leader looked like now, because he had witnessed everything with his own eyes—under the order of the former leader, Ayatsuji took off his coat slowly, Then he walked to the bed and sat down.

He didn't take off his shoes, and lay down directly on the bed. His body immediately sank into the soft bed, and his scarlet eyes quietly watched the old man standing at the end of the bed.

The other party might feel that his appearance of being slaughtered is very comfortable to admire, so he picked up the cigar and the silver-plated lighter on the table. In the dim light, Ayatsuji could see the intricate patterns on the lighter, Obviously a custom model for the rich and powerful.

He flicked the lighter and lit the cigar, and exhaled a puff of white smoke in the direction of Ayatsuji, with a somewhat proud and playful look.

So when the lighter in his hand suddenly spewed flames, directly igniting his dry and wrinkled body in a bathrobe, Ayatsuji didn't blink his eyes, as if he was lying comfortably on the bed enjoying a terrible live broadcast, Looking at the opponent without any fluctuations, he screamed, and was quickly swallowed by the flames.

"And I was called the young master." No longer recalling the pitiful scene, Ayatsuji said, "Because the leader is still alive."

"..."

"So from the moment you found his body," Ayatsuji said coldly, "I am the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, understand?"

His attitude was tough, Osamu Dazai stared at him intently, while Ogai Mori said nothing.

Ayatsuji looked around at the people around him. There was a terrifying aura about him, as if a hurricane was blowing from the center, making people involuntarily want to avoid his sharp edge. He stood beside him, showing that he was someone close to Ayatsuji.

"As for other tokens..."

Ayatsuji took out a small silver object from the cloak, and threw it directly at Mori Ogai: "Is this enough?"

Mori Ogai received it as soon as he raised his hand. He put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it, frowning slightly. It turned out to be a custom-made lighter, but when it was flipped to the back, there was a handcraft notch signed by the previous leader. The other party was seriously ill and was bedridden. A large part of the reason is that they are addicted to it, and this is something that everyone in Hong Kong knows.

It would make sense if the chief gave this personal favorite to his heirs.

It's just... why is it a lighter...

Mori Ogai's eyes fell on the burnt body with curled limbs again, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, and some kind of scary guess came to his mind.

"It's just what you think." Ayatsuji said, arousing a bit of a bad mood, "Mori Ogai, you guessed right."

And this provocative sentence was only heard by Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu who were very close.

Hearing this, even Dazai Osamu opened his eyes involuntarily, feeling an incredible absurdity in his heart, because the existence of Ayatsuji himself was always subverting their usual cognition and overthrowing all their self-righteous conjectures.

……flame?

Does that mean that Lu Gu is not a psychic supernatural being, but can control flames?

And this sentence reveals another level of meaning at the same time, that is-yes, I am indeed not the real young master of Hong Kong gangsters, but what do you dare to do with me, do you want to try with your own life?

"..." Mori Ogai.

If they knew what happened to the mercenaries sent by the GSS to assassinate Ayatsuji, they would probably feel even more puzzled, because the ability to distort human limbs has nothing to do with flames or spiritual abilities .

As we all know, it is absolutely impossible to have multiple supernatural abilities, but if Ayatsuji is regarded as a magician in general... there is no trace of magic. Mori Ogai asked relevant people to investigate the car accident, including the leader being burned Jiao's corpse, the conclusion is that it has nothing to do with magic.

Lugu Menshi... where did it come from?

Just when the atmosphere fell into a stalemate again, a sudden light cell phone ring broke the stagnant air.

The three of them looked at the source of the sound in unison, only to see a young man with dark red hair in the crowd taking out his mobile phone from his suit with a surprised expression on his face.

The young man subconsciously wanted to hang up, but Osamu Dazai spoke out first, and said with a vicious smile, "Connect, it's indeed time to change shifts now."

"what……"

The other subordinates were all sweating for this person. Sure enough, it was right to refuse at this time, but the other party was too careless. He even forgot to mute his mobile phone on this occasion, and it was bad luck. It hit the muzzle directly.

"Ok."

After the voice fell, the young man actually connected the phone in front of everyone, and everyone "...".

"Ah."

"I'll be right back."

"Got it, spicy curry rice."

Fortunately, he didn't forget what occasion it was, but after saying a few words, he hung up the phone and put the phone away.

"Did you call from your family?" Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai took the initiative to ask again. He was holding back a smile very hypocritically, "Are you on a good relationship?"

Ayatsuji said: "Dazai Osamu, don't make things difficult for him."

Osamu Dazai walked into the crowd, and they automatically moved out of the way, revealing the red-haired young man: "I don't have one, I'm just asking, besides, am I not a quasi-cadre now? I have the qualification to choose my own subordinates, right?" ? So, what's your name?"

The young man glanced at Ayatsuji first, and he was not ready to speak until the latter nodded at him.

"Oda Sakunosuke," he said.