"Pfft hahaha——" Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa laughing and rolling suddenly, one of them fell off the sofa without paying attention, and knocked his head on the edge of the short table, "Ah, it hurts..."

Osamu Dazai muttered and rubbed his forehead.

"It must be the slug's curse."

Fortunately, because he was wrapped in his bandage, he didn't break his skin, but the skin under the bandage must be blue.

It is obvious that the idiot Zhongye is being persecuted online now, why he is also unlucky, it must be that Zhongye's bad luck has brought him down.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the office door, and at the same time a man's voice came from outside the door.

"Master Dazai? Are you there?"

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, he took off the earphones, and the vitality on his face disappeared instantly.

Dazai Osamu who was on the ground supported the coffee table and stood up, tugging at the black coat that was slipping from his shoulders.

"Come in."

The door opened, and it was Osamu Dazai's subordinate, who was in charge of all errands for Osamu Dazai, and——

"Master Dazai, the leader told you to go to his office now." The boy in the black suit bowed his head respectfully.

- Summons from the leader.

"I see, you go down." Osamu Dazai said indifferently without any ups and downs.

"Yes." The subordinate didn't dare to raise his eyes to see Dazai Osamu's expression, and stepped back a few steps out of the office before turning around and leaving.

'Oh, the time is just right, Mr. Mori. '

Left the floor of the quasi-cadres.

Dazai took the elevator that went directly to the top, and through the spotless glass elevator, it seemed that he purposely looked at a certain direction far away.

From the gradually rising elevator room, Osamu Dazai overlooked the city lights twinkling like stars, and while he was smoothing out the events of the past two days, he thought about the meeting that happened somewhere.

he murmured.

"That fellow Chuya, did you hit the right one?"

Yes.Osamu Dazai was not listening to music in the office just now.

He put a bug on Chuya, so what he heard in the earphone was the conversation between Chuya and Red Hood.

As he expected, Red Hood didn't take the previous hostility to heart.However, the Red Hood is not an easy-to-talk character, and he won't let off those who offend him so easily.

He guessed that the Red Hood would embarrass Zhongya, and would not propose something that could be easily done, but to his surprise—although the Red Hood was indeed deliberately making things difficult for Zhongya, this "method of redemption" seemed like a joke .

There is always a feeling that the red hood is "raised high and lowered gently."

'Humph. '

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai felt dissatisfied for no reason.

At the beginning, Mr. Mori was also... Chuya was originally supposed to be his dog when he came to Hong Kong, but Mr. Mori directly let Chuya go to Hongye sister's subordinates, and instead became his equal.

'Unhappy, very unhappy. '

Could it be that there is a buff for the mafia boss in the game-it will naturally increase his friendliness?

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the top floor.

Osamu Dazai stepped out of the elevator and walked through the carpeted corridor, where his footsteps made no sound at all.

At the far end of the corridor, there are two guards in black suits on both sides of the gate.

Osamu Dazai thought that when the leader sent someone to summon him, it was just when Red Hood and Chuya were getting better.

Then besides him, there must be members of Hong Kong gangsters in and around the casino watching, otherwise Mr. Sen would not be so accurate in timing.

Soon, Osamu Dazai came to the French doors of the chief's office.

The two guards nodded without looking sideways, but they were still a little embarrassed to meet the young quasi-cadre's eyes.

"Mr. Mori, am I coming in?" Dazai Osamu heard the familiar chasing sound outside the door, and interrupted expressionlessly.

"Is it Dazai-kun? Come in."

"Ah! Lin Taro, why did you ask Dazai to come here? I won't change my clothes, huh!"

The raised voice of the middle-aged man and the delicate voice of a girl about ten years old came from inside at the same time.

"Deng dong dong—" The crisp sound of stepping on small leather shoes touching the floor gradually faded away.

The gate that the guard opened for Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai walked into the door without any emotional fluctuations, just in time to see the door of the chief's office and the attached lounge being shut with a bang.

The adult man in white knelt on one knee and stood up, walked around behind the desk and sat down on the leather office chair.

Osamu Dazai ignored all kinds of little skirts littered on the floor, and came to stand in front of the desk.

"Mr. Sen."

Mori Ogai, who had just sat down, rested his elbows on the log desk, folded his hands on his chin, and smiled at the empty and indifferent kite eyes with his purple eyes.

"Dazai-kun, I didn't send someone to call you, and you didn't take the initiative to come to see me. It's really sad." Mori Ogai's kind words concealed his intentions, "You haven't reported what happened yesterday, and you just instigated me today." Zhong also went to negotiate with Red Hood..."

——"Cut first and play later, Dazai-kun."

Location, private terrace of the casino.

The two sitting across the dining table—Red Hood and Nakahara Nakaya were speechless.

Zhong also began to be humbled gradually, and Zhong also began to move towards autism.

Just when Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to say "please let me go" and change the condition——

"I heard that the names of your abilities are very special?" Jason took the lead to break the stagnant atmosphere, and reminded Chuya in a "friendly and friendly" way. It is the name of their literary works, "I don't ask for any specific information, the name of the ability is not important information, right?"

Of course, Jason already has a general understanding of the relevant information of Zhongye's ability, but he has an intuition that there is a deeper level of important information, which he has not yet dug out...

Zhong Yuanzhong was also helpless, so Red Hood hadn't given up on letting him write poetry?

He raised his glass and drank half of it, and began to forcibly brew his emotions.

After a brief silence, Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a long breath.

"Among the filthy sorrows..."

Jason started seeing Zhongye. When he heard the other party's first sentence, he raised his eyebrows with a little interest, and raised his hand to fill Zhongye's wine glass again.

"Tonight's silver mirror, melting moonlight..."

Jason straightened his sitting posture slightly, resting his free right elbow on the table without holding his wine glass, clenching his fists and propping his cheeks to tilt his head to look at Zhongye.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the focused gaze on the other side, paused and spoke again.

"Among the filthy sorrows..."

Jason didn't expect it to be the beginning of the repetition again, is it really too difficult to take it easy?Or else—

"Tonight jade chess, twinkling stars..."

Chuya then read it more smoothly than before, and Jason didn't interrupt him when he saw it.

"Dirty..."*

Next, Zhongyuanzhong also used the same beginning to write the environment and understanding of tonight into the poem.

"..."

Jianzhong also stopped, obviously it was over.Jason didn't speak, just put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at him steadily.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath. Of course, he didn't know why he did it. The only feeling he felt right now was-nervousness.

"Pa-pa-pa-papa."

The first sound came first, then the second sound slowly, followed by applause with normal frequency.

"Bra.vo~" Jason couldn't help cheering.

Zhong Yuan didn't know whether he was a little drunk or simply embarrassed, and the blush on his cheeks bloomed.

"I...passed?"

"Puff cough, cough," almost burst out laughing, Jason quickly covered it up with a cough, and said seriously, "Um..."

Seeing that Zhongya Zhongya was still waiting for the result, Jason almost thought he was a teacher correcting homework.

"But—no, I mean, it's very good, very good." Jason accidentally got Chuya's impromptu poems. Although Chuya always started with the same line, the taste was quite artistic, so he was very happy. I gave the exact words emotionally, and let Chuya go.

"Huh..." Zhong Yuanzhong also relaxed, and the alcohol gradually overwhelmed his thoughts.

"By the way, what's the name of your supernatural ability?" Jason was a little curious about the name of the poem, so he took a sip of his wine and waited for his answer.

"Among filthy sorrows."

"Pfft——" Jason really couldn't hold back this time, and sprayed out the wine that he hadn't swallowed yet.

So he wrote the whole poem with the name of the ability?

"Hey! Since just, just now, you, you just want to laugh, laugh at me, right?!" Nakahara Zhongya was a little dull due to alcohol, and he stumbled a bit when he spoke, and because alcohol was not a hidden weapon, he didn't react. Was sprayed right on.

'Too much for this guy! '

Zhongyuan Zhong also has been very nervous since he wrote the poem. He really can't judge his own level, so he is a little unconfident, and the conditioned reflex directly assumes that the other party is looking down on his poetry level.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, my throat is a bit uncomfortable today." Jason handed him a tissue to wipe his face. He didn't lie about this, the false voice was indeed a bit useless.

But of course he is not because of this reason, but now Chuya's eyes are gradually blurred...

'How many cups is this? '

Chuya, is this a glass of wine?

Jason's own drinking capacity is very good - no, it's just passable, but it's also enough to drink a few back and forth with others. *

"By the way, do you have anything else to ask me for? Just apologizing?" Jason didn't care about drunk people, and even Zhongye was so arrogant as the person who took the initiative to ask for reconciliation...

Zhongyuan Zhong also finished the glass in his hand and was still not enough, he took the wine bottle next to him and filled a glass for himself, and then he just remembered to answer.

"Ah... yes, yes, cooperation... kill Bai Qilin!"

The location is the office of the leader of the gangsters.

In contrast to the atmosphere in Zhongye, which is just right and gradually becoming harmonious, is——

On the surface, Osamu Dazai answered back the words without any pain, but in fact he devoted all his attention to dealing with the old and cunning man in front of him.

"Isn't this what you would like to see, Mr. Sen? You don't need to punish capable subordinates, but you can also obtain strong foreign aid. This should be in your interest."

Earlier, Osamu Dazai investigated the source of the Red Hood weapon at the weapon dealer "Yin Blade", and then he sorted out the detailed report and submitted it.

Red Hood has only bought common weapons on the black market. His high-tech sources have intelligence that may be related to the American plutocrats and the military.

So even if Mori Ogai had been coveting these weapon resources for a long time, he had no idea about it.

Therefore, he asked Zhongya to "make up for his mistakes", which is very in line with Mr. Mori's logic of maximizing his interests.

But he knew that Mr. Mori should be worrying about not having a chance to hook up with Red Hood.The leading struggle has caused all the forces to suffer, even Hong Kong gangsters are no exception. As the leader, Mr. Mori has no time to take care of other aspects.

This time, he and China also helped Hong Kong and black to provide the possibility of cooperation for the first time, saving Mr. Mori's troublesome energy, and protecting the leader's hairline that is about to move back, so why would the leader blame him for "self-assertion"?

"Dazai-kun is really considerate as a subordinate, I believe you will soon be able to meet all the requirements required as a cadre," Mori Ou said with a deeper smile on the outside, and his tone became more gentle, "The vacant position of 'Da Zuo' , I reserved it for you in advance."

'It's growing faster than expected... Dazai-kun. '

Osamu Dazai slandered inwardly, he was not interested in promotion, it would be more beneficial to give him a higher salary and less overtime.

As if he cared more about power and status, besides suicide and..., he also wanted to observe the essence of life at close range through their violence, blood and cruelty in the port mafia.

He was really getting impatient when this kind of meaningless conversation that both understood each other would end.

But the man in front of him is after all standing at the top of the Hong Kong gangster power, even if he is not careful, he will be "disposed" - he will not simply die as he wishes, maybe it will give him a life that is worse than death It's painful.

"Then thank you for your high expectations." Osamu Dazai expressed his gratitude without sincerity with a business-like smirk.

"Di Di-"

The terminal on the desk rang, and Mori Ogai picked it up to check it.

He saw the message from the subordinates who were following him—Chuya-kun finally got to the point, and the red hood didn't object, and then it was the two of them chatting over wine.

He sent an order to his subordinates to withdraw, so as not to be noticed by the Red Hood and cause discomfort to the other party.

It seems that this move—choosing Nakaya-kun to touch the red hood from the very beginning was the right move.

"Dazai-kun, go back and have a good rest. I will feel sorry for the cadres who have exhausted the gangsters in the future." Mori Ogai said with concern.

'Evil——' Osamu Dazai was a little disgusted.

"Then I'll go down first, and you have to take care of yourself—" Osamu Dazai dragged his sweet ending, and returned it with a half-smile, "Everyone will worry when you're tired, Hong Kong and Hei cannot live without you .”

After Osamu Dazai closed the door and walked out.

Inside and outside the door.

——'Tch, hypocritical old man. '

——'Oh, cunning little fox. '

The author has something to say:

*Jiu Ye's poems were changed by Jill, you can make do with it.

The author can barely get it down in Chinese, Japanese?Go around me, please make up the Japanese context by yourself...

It’s so fucking bad, the author Jun Kashi was stuck for nearly two hours, and he’s still an incomplete rookie...

(Ps: If it wasn't for Kashi, the author must not only do this today, but also have more QwQ)

In the future, there will be more poetry plots, the author will only start with two words at the beginning, and then abbreviate, please let the little angels imagine for themselves, otherwise the author's hair will really be lost

*The drinking capacity of Xiaojie Bird seems to have been complained by Roy. It seems that it is really not good, but it is still enough to drink a few glasses.

Brother Tong is a boy who can recite poems and fight against criminals while arresting criminals...

If it is him, it is probably an English poem.

The author feels it...everyone is fattening me up around chapter 7

Laugh and live. (strong.jpg)

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