I have special resignation skills

Of course Mao understood Mori Ogai's temptation, it was too blatant.

She still didn't tell the truth truthfully, and her act of being stupid was a sign of rejection in Mori Ogai's eyes.

"Come in." Mao pushed the door open after hearing Chuya's permission.

Zhong Ye was writing a mission report, and he asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

"The leader said that there is no need to worry about the person in front of him anymore, he is an abandoned child."

"Huh...huh?" Chuya put down his pen, seeing Mao who should still be playing outside in his heart, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"Did you run into any trouble?" He asked concerned.

"No, I don't think I will use this weak way to escape in the future." Mao smiled at him, and then left.

Nakaya scratched his head for some reason, and when he was about to pick up a pen to write a report, he saw Osamu Dazai's name written on the report.

The pen was broken by him, and he roared angrily, "Osamu Dazai!"

"Ah Choo!" Osamu Dazai pinched his nose, "Who's talking about me?"

He stood in the port under the jurisdiction of Hong Kong Hei, his black clothes seemed to blend with the night.

After a while, just when others thought he was going to jump down again shouting "what a beautiful moonlight", he jumped off the stone pier and walked towards Lupin.

As he walked, he hummed an out-of-tune ditty.

The street lights stretched his figure very long, and the street without people was lonely and monotonous.

The hockey puck sank in the light yellow wine water, as clear as glass, and the dim light in the bar set it off extravagantly.

The young man's pale hand had distinct joints, and each fingernail was round and smooth, reflecting a small arc of light.

"Touch." The boy flicked the glass with his fingers, and the hockey puck inside dangled and floated up and down.

The bartender was wiping the glasses at the bar counter, time was passing quietly, and everyone was enjoying this rare and comfortable moment.

The doorbell rang, and the wooden door, which had been battered by wind and rain for several years, made a toothache creaking sound.

The copper-haired man walked down the stairs, he raised his head and said to the boss: "Boss, have a glass of whiskey."

After speaking, he sat next to Dazai, Dazai seemed to know that he would come at this time: "Odasaku is still the same as before."

The man's brows and eyes showed a bit of fatigue after work and relaxation after finishing a day's work. Hearing this, he said, "Well, but today's family dispute is really troublesome."

Dazai laughed when he heard Odasaku's words: "Odasaku still doesn't know how to complain."

Odasaku is used to his friend's daily convulsions, he still didn't understand what to complain about, so he silently took a sip of whiskey with ice hockey in it.

"Oh, if it was Ango, he would definitely do this..." Dazai imitated Sakaguchi Ango while talking, and put a circle around his eyes with his hands as Ango's round eyes.

Seeing Dazai's clumsy imitation, a smile appeared in Odasaku's eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing Dazai." The black-haired man with round eyes in a suit and leather shoes came in from the stairs when Dazai was imitating him.

"Good evening, Ango." Odasaku greeted.

"Good evening."

Ango nodded, he put the briefcase on the table and sat on the other side of Odasaku.

Talking about what happened just now, Ango said seriously: "Oda Tsukuru, Dazai will do this again in the future and just smash him into the back of the head with a hammer."

Dazai's "round eyes" fell apart, and he complained, "It hurts."

An Wu ignored him: "The boss has a glass of tomato juice."

"It's been a long time, don't you want a glass of wine?"

"No, work is important." An Wu replied, the blue-black dark circles under the lights were especially frightening.

"Yeah, it's Ango." Dazai greeted him belatedly.

Seeing Dazai's bright smile, Ango turned his head and said to the owner of the bar: "Please give me another hammer."

"Sharp as always, Ango!" Dazai sat up all of a sudden, but the melodious and soothing music made him lie down on the bar counter lazily.

Osamu Dazai half-closed his eyes, and the moment he lay down on the ground, he saw the items in Ango's briefcase.

A wet umbrella.

"Oda, why hasn't Mao been here recently?"

The boss asked, he heard that Shino's position has been promoted rapidly, and she seems to be on the same level as Dazai. Although her ability is still a lot behind Dazai, she is very "popular", which makes up for some lack of ability .

Moreover, according to the rumors below... the adult at the top of the building is also very satisfied with Mao.

The boss doesn't care how great Mao's achievements are, he is just worried about what happened to such a young child in Hong Kong and Hei before he was transferred to Dazai's subordinates... More importantly, what did Mao go through in Dazai's place.

...After all, he is the youngest cadre in Hong Kong and black.

The boss was very impressed with Dazai.The first is the young man's handsome face with a rare and melancholy temperament, and the second is his weird personality that he doesn't know how to judge.

He still clearly remembers that when he was still surprised by a skinny boy who was obviously underage entering this bar, that boy ignored everyone's looking at malicious eyes, walked to the bar naturally and ordered a cup of dishwashing liquid .

At that time, even experienced bosses would be surprised.

Dazai is a cage of fog and a single-minded ink.But Mao is different. The girl who came after the cat is a spotless light.

Odasaku shook his wine glass, as if thinking.

The last time they met was at Keji's birthday party.However, Mao would often take photos of the snacks that children like to eat, and then ask someone to deliver them to him in a few days.

But this is the norm, and Odasaku didn't think there was anything wrong.

He is a low-level mafia, as the house of all affairs of the mafia, of course he is busy every day without touching the ground.Shino, who is opposite to him, is a powerful young man who is called "Master Shino" by his subordinates. With just this "Master", Shino's work will not be easy.

Before he could answer, Osamu Dazai shook his glass and answered for him: "She just went to visit Bingsheng."

Rubbing the wrist of the other hand with his hand, he could vaguely feel the uneven scars and the few hot tears that would burn his skin out of the hole.

Hearing this, Odasaku asked suspiciously: "Dazai, shouldn't you go with Mao?"

Dazai pressed the somewhat melted ice ball boredly, he seemed a little surprised that Odasaku had the string of action in his mind with teachers and students: "It's not to perform the task."

His crisp words gagged Odasaku's mouth.

Although Odasaku felt something was wrong between Dazai and Shino, he still didn't ask in the end.

An Wu was silent, and after a while he asked, "Who is Mao?"

It sounds like a girl's name.

"It's the spoils of the human experiment den that Black Lizard took over a few years ago."

As an intelligence officer, Anwu naturally knows everything about Hong Kong gangsters, even before he joined Hong Kong gangsters, he knows everything about it.Of course, it is only limited to the situation where the matter cannot be called absolutely confidential.

After listening to Dazai's explanation, Ango remembered the number code and name in the corner of his memory.

Strange, according to his memory, how could he not remember such a special child.

Ango's tomato juice is ready.Honey is added to the orange-red juice, which is sweet and sour.

"Boss, why did you add honey in it? Didn't you never add it before?" Anwu tasted the difference.

The boss had just put the glass jar of honey away, and he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Sakaguchi, I'm used to it after not coming here for so long."

Seeing his friend frowning, Odasaku smiled to himself.Dazai even went too far, laughing straight away.

The two looked at each other knowingly.

Who else can get used to it, of course it is a sweet little girl.

"I'll give you another drink."

"Don't bother." Ango is not the kind of person who can't be sweet.

Besides, it's surprisingly delicious.

The three who hadn't seen each other for a long time reunited here again, and time did not form a gap between them.

"Since the three of us are gathered together in this bar, let's have a toast." Dazai raised his glass, and his good mood could be seen from his crooked eyes.

"What are you drinking for?" Ango asked.

Odasaku silently raised his wine glass.

Like wild dogs with nowhere to go, living in this separate world covered in mud.

"It's a wild dog." Oda said, looking tentatively at the other two.

Ango also held up the tomato juice.

"For wild dogs!"

All three smiled, with genuine enthusiasm.

The man with a mole on the corner of his mouth squeezed his wine glass tightly, and the skin of his fingers, which were very close to the light, was printed on the glass with a large white area.

"Speaking of which, we've known each other for so long, and we haven't taken a group photo yet." Dazai glanced at Ango's bag, meaning something.

How could Ango not know, he reached into his bag and took out the plain camera bag next to the exquisite red antique watch in the container.

"Yes, yes, I will obey the orders of the cadres." He joked, and naturally there was no flaw in his demeanor.

Dazai was obviously very useful, he thought for a while, and made a handsome gesture on the high stool: "Remember to take pictures of my handsomeness!"

Ango adjusted the angle and pressed the button.

Dazai took it over and took a look: "Not bad, Ango."

Before Ango could react, Dazai suddenly distanced himself and raised the camera to point at Ango.

"Just smile."

"I don't need it." Unprepared, Ango didn't know what expression to put on, but Dazai immediately pressed the camera button to save the screen.

"Hello..." An Wu sat down with a headache.

Seeing Dazai excitedly pointing the camera at the next "victim", Ango knew that Dazai was playing with his work tools as toys again.

"Odasaku, look at the camera."

"...Huh?" Oda Saku just turned his head, only to hear a click.

An Wu looked at them, his eyes gradually softened.

It's still a good choice to take a photo as a souvenir, at least...they in the photo can maintain this relationship forever.

"Da da da." Footsteps came from above, and the wooden stairs easily revealed the eagerness of the owner.

At the corner, a section of golden satin appeared first in front of them.

The girl was dressed in a purple kimono, her hair was braided, and she still walked like flying in clogs.She held on to the handle of the stairs, like an expensive doll escaping from a shop window.

She obviously didn't come here by chance, but was looking for someone with a strong purpose.

The gilded cat pupils swept across the bar and locked onto Dazai who was still playing with the camera after taking a group photo.

Dazai happened to raise the camera, looked at the person in the frame suddenly, and pressed the shutter with his finger.

Shino was taken aback by the clicking sound.

Oda Saku on the side greeted the girl: "Mao."

Mao nodded, and before he had time to say hello to others, he hurried over and grabbed Dazai's wrist and led him upstairs.

The girl's body carried the breath of night dew, as if she had walked on the moon and returned with her arms full of gardenias.

"Hurry up!" Mao found that Dazai didn't follow her, but walked slowly with her strength—almost her unilateral contribution.

The girl turned her head, her tone was rarely hurried.

Dazai finally moved, he smiled and raised the camera in his hand to Ango: "Lend me the camera."

Then he naturally held the girl's hand and walked up.

Anwu clearly saw the hands tightly held by the two, no matter how clever he was at this moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Isn't Dazai and Watanabe Shino a temporary relationship between the teacher and the person being taught? It seems that the relationship between the two is not normal.

"Did you see Odasaku?"

"Huh?" Odasaku was looking through the messages sent by the child, and raised his head when he heard the words, "Oh, that blond girl is Mao."

"No..." An Wu pointed out directly, "Why are their hands still held together?"

Odasaku looked at him blankly, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Ango had a shocked face.It turns out... is he the only one who doesn't know that Dazai is in love? !

"Then..." An Wu spoke with difficulty, but was interrupted by the boss first.

"What's wrong! Oda, don't act like you're used to it! It's obviously very problematic!" The boss put down the glass that seemed to be forever wiped, and the bar shook with so much force.

Caught between the angry eyes of one of the two who was probing and the other was angry, Odasaku spoke expressionlessly, without any worries or doubts.

"Aren't they friends." Isn't shaking hands a sign of friendship?

Ango: ...It's really a complete loss.

"How can ordinary friends hold hands at every turn?!" The boss's pupils trembled. He thought that Odasaku could take good care of the young Mao, but he didn't expect the former to have a hidden natural attribute.

Ango: Boss, you seem to have accidentally activated some strange attribute.

"It's not moving at all." Odasaku thought, at least he didn't see more than one hand.

"Is this the point!" The boss felt angina pectoris, and his usual calmness no longer existed.

Like an old father who found out after his daughter was kidnapped by a bad boy for a month.

However, Oda Saku was still unmoved, he stood up and said to Ango: "Then I will leave Ango first, fortunately they urged me."

"You are a father who really treats you like a son." Ango is already used to the daily life of Odasaku being "caught" back by his adopted child.

He sent a message to Dazai, packed his bag and prepared to go back.