How I was forced to be a boss

What is life to me?

"You are not suitable to come here." Chuya frowned and looked at me, then waved his hands to signal his subordinates to stop the next action.

They are already going to the final finishing touches, whether it is the hidden things inside, or what Hong Kong and the gangsters are about to do, they are not suitable for her to see.

Central China also thinks so.

He looked suspiciously at the members of Hong Kong gangsters following behind the girl, not understanding why she came here.

Facing Zhongye Zhongye's gaze, the member of the Hong Kong gangster hesitated to speak.

I looked at me in disapproval, and suddenly wondered what kind of person I was in his heart.

"Zhongye."

Hearing my voice, Chuya immediately stopped his movements of wanting to continue asking.

I turned my head to look at the other person, curious what his answer would be: "Does Azhi feel the same way?"

"You can do whatever you want."

That's what he answered me.

This person stood there, looking at me with a smile, not only didn't mean to stop me, but also had a little curiosity and interest in it, a feeling that he was indulging me to do anything.

I am sure of one thing, whether it is in Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, or Mr. Mori, I have a different image.But I can understand such things, just like there are people on the Internet who praise my novels for expressing a noble spirit, and there are also people who criticize me for gradually degrading and writing anything to cater to the market.

In fact, whether it is praise or denunciation, the target may have nothing to do with me.

Everyone has an understanding of others in his heart, and what he understands may be far from the reality.

Just like for my readers, everyone has a teacher Zhuxi in their hearts, but I may not be as important to them as they think.

It just so happens that at a certain time, he needs such a person to appear. This person can be Zhuxi or Zhudong.

No longer pursuing the problem of my image in the eyes of others, I looked at Zhongye again: "Zhongye?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also always felt that Teacher Zhuxi was a person who lived in the sun. All her actions were done out of compassion for the people with a noble spirit. Although some methods were too daunting, they never There is no doubt that Mr. Zhuxi came from the light, grew up in the light, and will die in the light.

He always thought so.

To a certain extent, he agrees with the leader's judgment. When this person really goes deep into the darkness of Hong Kong, he will definitely choose to destroy it resolutely.

However, at this moment, this flower that grows in the light appeared in the darkest place in Yokohama, standing among the crowd walking in the shadow of Yokohama.

Then he just called his name lightly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also put away his doubts, and slowly lowered his head towards that person.

"Please."

Osamu Dazai turned his lower body slightly, and made a gesture of invitation, and the men in black on both sides stepped aside and lined up on both sides.

I watched everyone's actions and decided not to try to figure out what was going on in these people's minds just for a short moment.

I walked straight forward and felt a little relieved when I heard the footsteps behind me. When I came to the door of the container, the men in black on both sides helped me open the door of the warehouse. Before I came, I could see what was inside , Intensive gunshots rang out, and I looked at the bullets that stopped not far in front of me expressionlessly, without any fluctuations in my heart.

After learning about Zhongye's abilities, I never believed that anything could hurt me in his presence.

All the bullets were stopped before reaching the girl and returned to his master. Those enemies who tried to rush over were stopped by the big men in black.

Looking at the two sides who had started to fight regardless, Osamu Dazai followed with a smile on the teacher who walked straight forward calmly amidst the hail of bullets.

Nakahara Chuya also followed, looking helplessly at the two who couldn't get in touch with the chaotic scene behind him, and worked tirelessly to protect the teacher.

When the girl walked up to the huge petri dish, gently pressed her finger to the glass of one of them, and looked closely at the things inside, all the noises behind her had stopped, and the warehouse was as quiet as a moment ago. Noisy is an illusion.

"So Yokohama still has such a place."

Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't see the girl's expression clearly, only heard her sigh with emotion, without any fluctuations in her tone, it was impossible to judge what kind of mood she said this sentence.

"Everyone is already here, please give me instructions on what to do next."

A member of Hong Kong gangsters said that in addition to the armed personnel who died in the battle just now, there are still a small number of scientific researchers and a small number of security guards squatting together shivering.

"Ah! Keep that person and take him back," Osamu Dazai casually pointed to a person, and then looked at the girl, "I'm afraid there are other capitals behind this, so just keep one person. As for the rest, What do you think?"

The person kneeling on the ground looked expectantly at the girl who seemed to be the most talkative, and saw that the girl slowly retracted her gaze from the petri dish, glanced at them casually, and then spit out a few words softly At that moment, the hopeful captives thought that there was something wrong with their ears. They knelt on the ground and their bodies trembled slightly because of fear. They heard the calm voice of the man:

"Not a single one."

Ignoring the chaos behind me, I walked out of the warehouse with Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya. I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in Yokohama, it was even more troublesome than I thought.

"It's the leader." The man in black who brought me over gave me a phone.

"You really surprise me."

I heard Mr. Sen say this to me, like an ordinary statement, and his tone made people unable to judge whether he was happy or angry.

I sighed slightly tired: "Mr. Sen, life is very important to me."

"Do you think so when you issued that order just now?"

"Even now I haven't changed my attitude."

"Mr. Mori, for the benefit of the public, even if it means sacrificing myself, I will not hesitate to do so."

"I just don't agree with the meaningless self-conflict of human beings. People who violate universal values ​​and laws are not in the protected group. And different worlds have to operate under different rules, and the chain reaction caused by breaking the rules at will It may turn into consequences that ordinary people cannot bear."

"For the time being, I can still say that I agree with the rules of the Hong Kong gangsters."

"I can rest assured that."

Mr. Sen replied like this. I still couldn't tell whether he was sincere, but he still emphasized: "But! Mr. Sen, I will be responsible for keeping an eye on you. You may not have a chance to deviate from the current track!"

The other side seemed to be surprised by my big speech. After a moment of silence, I heard Mr. Mori's low laughter on the phone. At first it seemed to be suppressed, but gradually it turned into a big laugh.I vaguely feel that this may be the most real time for Mr. Mori to face me.

There was still a hint of a smile in Mr. Mori's voice, and it sounded a bit indistinguishably gentle: "Then leave it to you, Mr. Zhuxi."

I echoed Mr. Mori's words: "Please be bold and do what you want to do."

After being sent home and saying goodbye to Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya, I lay on the bed exhausted, still feeling very uncomfortable. I am not completely indifferent to today’s events, but the current situation is already regarded as Yokohama. The best solution is that the actions of Hong Kong gangsters are not disorderly, and I can vaguely feel Mr. Sen's thoughts. It is my judgment that maintaining the status quo is safer than breaking it.

If you really want to solve the problem fundamentally, it is definitely not something that can be done in a moment of enthusiasm, but a long-term plan.

Sweeping to a pile of things on my desk again, I couldn't help but stroked my hair worriedly.

The day of the celebration was a weekend with good weather. The venue was set at the place where I ate crabs with Osamu Dazai last time. I went there early. Although it was a private party, after all, I also invited many Very important person, I have to make sure there is no problem first.

"Teacher Takenishi, your friends are here." While still busy, the editor notified me excitedly. When I came to the door, I was pleasantly surprised to find Mr. Oda, the children and the owner of the curry shop.

"You haven't come here these days, Miss Kitano." The boss smiled kindly.

After pointing the children to the area specially designated for children, I smiled at the boss embarrassedly: "Because I've been a little busy recently."

This is true, and I am really busy.

"Little Lingyang!"

"Miss Kitano."

It was Mr. Fukuzawa who brought Mr. Ranpo over.

I hurried forward to meet them. Although Mr. Fukuzawa had promised me, I was really surprised when they really came.

After all, Mr. Ranpo is now a new juicy cabbage in my eyes.

While chatting with the two of them, a row of black cars stopped at the door one after another.Men in black came down one after another and opened the car doors.

Mr. Mori came with Ozaki Koyo, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya.

I watched them get out of the car, all in neat little black suits, and was a little surprised by their aura.

Can't help feeling, "Mr. Mori, the crowd is really big."

Here I also want to feel sorry for Mr. Oda, who is also from Hong Kong and black, so why did you come here by yourself?

"Teacher Zhuxi, long time no see."

"Teacher Zhuxi."

"Yo! Lingyang!"

"teacher."

Everyone greeted me, and when I happily wanted to welcome them in, I heard Mr. Fukuzawa's slightly serious voice behind me.

"Doctor Sen."

Uh-huh?Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Mori know each other?

"Oh, so it's His Excellency Silver Wolf."

The two stood facing each other, and the aura they gave off made me take a few steps back.

what's the situation?I looked at the scene in front of me blankly. Could it be that Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa have a bad relationship?Why do I feel like they are going to fight?

I saw that Zhong Ye had already stood behind Mr. Mori, and everyone in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang was on guard.

Ranpo-san and Osamu Dazai and I were squatting on the side. Both of them looked a little excited, and I seemed to be incompatible with them in the middle.

At this time, another car stopped at the door, and Mr. Gu Tian, ​​who was dressed in formal attire, got out of the car and looked at the tense scene in front of him with the same blankness as me.

"Um... Did I come at the wrong time?"