Enemy turned lover

Ten minutes later, the conversation between Osamu Dazai and Ogai Mori ended in a breakdown.

"Port Mafia, Mimic, Black Special Forces, ah no, this occasion should be called the Supernatural Secret Service. The confrontation surrounding these three organizations, who is behind everything, paints this bold and The one with the exquisite paintings is you, Boss."

Osamu Dazai spread the matter out and said, "There is enough value in that black envelope for you to do this."

A black envelope was placed on the afternoon tea table of the port mafia leader. Behind the thin paper were countless bloody lives.Mori Ogai looked at Osamu Dazai, and felt that the other party's reaction was very interesting today. He didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, but his attitude represented everything.

— that's what he did.

Mori Ogai did not hide anything when things were done.

Osamu Dazai naturally understood the thick skin of the Boss, and said indifferently: "No matter how powerful the port mafia is, it cannot cause displeasure to the government agency's Supernatural Secret Service. We must always be on guard against the possibility of being suppressed by it. So in exchange for destroying Mimic, you demanded the issuance of this certificate—”

Osamu Dazai turned around, took a few steps forward, and reached out to pick up the prize of the Port Mafia this time.

"It is allowed to carry out activities as a supernatural organization - this certificate."

He tore open the black envelope and opened the paper.

"Permit for the opening of special abilities."

Osamu Dazai put this license in front of Morio, expressionless, like a machine that has lost all emotion.

The corners of Mori Ogai's mouth curled up, unabashedly praising the other party's intelligence.

"Boss, you are the one who secretly helped them smuggle into the country. You made the Supernatural Secret Service Division sit on pins and needles. In order to force them to make this decision, you deliberately led the hostile organization to Yokohama."

"That's right, thanks to this, I got a license to open a business like this. In fact, illegal activities have been approved by the government, and Oda-kun will risk his life to get rid of troublesome thugs. Great service." Mori Ogai finally raised his head and turned his face to his proud subordinate, "But you, why are you so angry?"

In front of him, Osamu Dazai exuded a coldness.

"You are the one who leaked Odasaku's raising of orphans to Mimic." He said the disgusting part of the other party. "In order to let Odasaku, who is the only one who can compete with the leader of Mimics, go to fight the enemy."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai didn't want to stay any longer, and walked outside, when Mori Ogai behind him called out, "Mr. Dazai."

He stopped.

Mori Ogai sat on the seat and said: "You stay here for me, I have already sent someone to rescue him."

Osamu Dazai's eyes fluctuated slightly, like the surface of a turbid river shaking slightly.

But not enough.

Odasaku's heart is dead.

He continued to walk out, wanting to see his friend for the last time.

At the place where the port mafia leader was having afternoon tea, two big men in black stood in front of him, holding guns in their hands, pointing their guns at Osamu Dazai who disobeyed orders.Mori Ogai sighed in his heart, he and Dazai still came to this point, "Do you have any reasonable reason to go to him?"

Because Mori Ogai said he would go to save Odasaku, even though Dazai Osamu knew that the other party was a dead sheep, he eased his words a lot.

"There's only one reason I'm going, he's my friend."

"What about Mr. Zhongye?"

"..."

"In Dazai-kun's mind, Chuya-kun should be no less than a friend."

"..."

"Forget it, let's go."

Mori Ogai didn't wait for his answer, raised his hand, told his people to withdraw, and let Osamu Dazai leave here.

This is your own choice, Dazai.

"As long as you don't regret it."

Before the door closed, Mori Ogai's deep voice wafted into the air.

It rained during the day and the road was slippery. Osamu Dazai drove Chuya Nakahara's car on a rampage on the road, almost out of control, and a traffic accident was brewing.When he drove to the stronghold of the Mimic organization, it was too late, and Oda Saku had already defeated Gide.

The price of victory is to be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

Oda Sakunosuke lay in a pool of his own blood, staring blankly at it.

"Oda Saku!" Osamu Dazai flew away, the black coat on his shoulders fell to the dusty ground, and the light of dusk shot in from the old glass, reflecting the scene of decadence and death.

"You, you are such an idiot——" He helped his friend up, looked in Gide's direction, and said cruelly in his incoherent words: "You are such a big idiot, you actually went to accompany this guy, for this kind of Death is not worth it!

The leader of the Mimic longs for death.

This group of veterans never betrayed the country, it was the country that betrayed them, and they ended up in self-imposed exile, looking for death on the battlefield.

Oda Sakunosuke is Gide's choice of life and death opponent.

"Dazai—"

Oda Sakunosuke's dilated pupils gained some focus, and he stared at his friend who came to save him.

Behind Osamu Dazai, people from the Port Mafia Medical Department had arrived one step ahead. They were wearing white coats, stethoscopes, and masks. They placed various instruments on the ground, preparing to rescue him who had been shot.

Oda Sakunosuke said weakly: "Let them go out, I have something to tell you..."

Osamu Dazai shouted: "No, don't say it!"

He doesn't want to listen to the last words!

The people in the medical department stopped silently, and it was the first time they saw Mr. Dazai in such a panic.

Osamu Dazai realized that he had lost his composure, and pleaded in a low tone: "Stop talking, there is still time to heal the wound, Boss said he will do everything possible to save you."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head slowly, he no longer wanted to live.

He killed people.

Lost the possibility of returning to peace.

"Listen to me!" Oda Sakunosuke stopped the other party from calling for a doctor, and grabbed the other party's dark brown hair with his fingers.The rare domineering side calmed Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai looked at him dumbfounded, feeling that the bandage on his head was about to be torn off by the opponent.

"You said that as long as you are in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might find a reason to live."

"Yeah, I said that, but that sort of thing now..."

Osamu Dazai was so anxious that he was going to get angry.

The people in the medical department shuddered, they all backed away without daring to listen to the secrets of the cadres.

In the communicator, Mori Ogai also heard what Oda Sakunosuke said.

"Stand back," he ordered.

Regardless of men and women, the people in the medical department run fast.

In this ruined building, there were only two lonely people left. Outside the building, the cars of the medical department were parked there, and someone noticed that the car driven by Mr. Dazai was parked in the apartment by Mr. Nakahara before. that car.

After the people from the medical department reported the matter to the boss, Mori Ogai was a little surprised.

Both the car and the house?

He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows as if nothing had happened, snuffing out the slightest bit of annoyance in his heart.A restless Dazai would be worthwhile for a certificate that can bring stability. Don't think he doesn't know that Dazai has eyeliners around him, and he is always on guard against himself.

In order to make the plan more perfect, Mori Ogai beckoned, and his subordinates sent a mobile phone.

He contacted Chuya Zhongyuan in Russia, "Mr. Zhongye, it's noon on your side, have you had lunch?"

"Well, eat it, that's good." Mori Ogai talked with him, "You have to pay attention to your health, don't stay up too late, the tasks in Russia are more cumbersome, you need to deal with people with multiple abilities, and you can't use them easily 'Dirty', I am very assured of your ability."

Russia and the Central Plains were also inexplicably praised by the boss.

After half an hour on the phone, he felt that he hadn't heard any useful information, and his face was blank.

What do you mean?

Is Boss hinting at him?Need to take care of your health?

Without Dazai Osamu's sensitivity to people's hearts, Nakahara could only define this phone call as a condolence from his superior to his subordinates, turned his head, redoubled his efforts to work, and tried to return to Yokohama as soon as possible to suppress those daring forces.

At eight o'clock that night, Zhong Yuan Zhong also finished his meal and took out his personal mobile phone in wonder.

Calling: Mackerel (2).

"Why is this number?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at Dazai's private mobile phone number on it. They both have at least two mobile phones, but neither he nor Dazai seldom use this mobile phone to make calls.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhong Yuanzhong also said, "It's two o'clock in the morning over there, so why do you want me at this time?"

The phone was silent for a minute.

The signal of the international call is not as good as that of the domestic one. There is a slight hissing sound from the mobile phone. Nakahara tried his best to listen, but he could only hear Osamu Dazai's deliberately suppressed breathing.After a while, the phone responded, and a sentence popped out of it that stunned Nakahara Chuya.

"Let's run away."

"what?"

"China, Russia, Germany, Italy, England, France...anywhere, as long as you can get married!"

Osamu Dazai raised his voice and jumped up on the phone.

Zhongyuan Zhong also listened to him report the names of a bunch of countries with no expression on his face, as if he wanted to pick any country at random and go to get the certificate.

Damn, retarded.

What kind of jokes are you playing with him in the middle of the night!

Zhongyuan Zhong also said displeasedly: "Dazai, are you drunk?"

In the apartment in Yokohama, Japan, Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa with several bottles of open red wine in hand, "Yeah, I drank your wine, the taste is so-so, and I don't know why it's so expensive."

Chuya Zhongye's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to provoke the other party and asked, "Which bottle are you drinking?"

Don't be Roman in 64!

Osamu Dazai casually mentioned the names of several red wines.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt relieved immediately, "You can drink these bottles as you like, as long as you don't touch the most expensive bottles in my wine cabinet."

Osamu Dazai was dissatisfied: "You say that, I insist on drinking it!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't laugh or cry, "You don't like red wine, can't you go and drink your cheap and affordable original wine?" He didn't know what happened to Osamu Dazai, but seeing that the other party was drinking in the early morning, he also expected that something serious, "Is it okay to drink my good wine after I come back? After all, the red wine I bought at such a high price, you can't treat it as plain water."

Dazai is a person who can drink surprisingly well, which is the opposite extreme of him.

"Zhongye, elope, elope!"

"No."

"I don't want me anymore!"

"roll."

"You scolded me, but I didn't scold you!"

"Enough is enough, isn't Japan allowing same-sex marriage?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a headache, and he opened his mouth to read whatever he saw on the Internet as a way to comfort the other party.

Osamu Dazai paused his nonsense, and began to look up the matter on his mobile phone vaguely, "Is there any? I haven't paid attention to Japan's marriage law recently. I'll go and have a look—hey, the country recently passed the same-sex marriage proposal , can we get married?"

Central Plains also felt tired, "Probably."

Osamu Dazai picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into his mouth, "Gulu—Gulu—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard a voice, "Hey! Red wine should be drunk in a goblet!"

Osamu Dazai drank half of the bottle in one go, smacked his lips, "Chuya, you are so long-winded."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He is far away in the wine cabinet in Japan, how many bottles do you have left——

While chatting, Osamu Dazai fell asleep lying on the sofa, completely taking what he said just now as a drunken madness.

Zhongyuan Zhong also hung up the phone after waiting for half an hour for no response.

"Tsk, what the hell are you doing?"

He pressed his hat a little irritably, feeling that he was not in Japan, and what happened in Yokohama was more troublesome than he imagined.