Hong Kong and black wage earners

The next afternoon, the old leader passed away, the cause of death was sudden death.

Before he died, he passed the title to his personal doctor, Mori Ogai.

The notary is the young man who was taken care of by the leader during his lifetime and the entourage of Mori Ogai.

However, the fact is that Mori Ogai cut the leader's carotid artery with a scalpel, and blood splashed everywhere like a fountain.

Takigawa Qingxian used the ability to go back the time of the corpse, and there was no trace of wounds or blood, and it looked like a real sudden death——

In the chief's office, it was getting late, and the hazy moonlight shone through the clouds into the huge room.

Takigawa Aozuru's slightly messy fluffy white hair was coated with a layer of silver light. He stood at the desk and looked at the smiling Mori Ogai.

After a while, he reluctantly said, "Mr. Sen, what do you mean?"

"I just want Takigawa-kun to take care of Dazai-kun and let him know about Hong Kong and black affairs first, and you two are the same age, it will be easier to get along."

Takigawa Qingxian turned his head to look at the black-haired boy who was playing with his mobile phone, and raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Mori, you know that I am usually very busy, how can I have time to take care of your children—"

Mori Ogai laughed, "Takikawa-kun, don't deny him, Dazai-kun might be able to help you."

Tsk, just force it to him.

"Understood, is there any extra money for this?"

"Ah——you also know that due to the influence of the previous leader, besides, I haven't secured my seat yet..."

The boy's expression was quite disappointed, and he seemed exaggerated because of his excessive force.

"In order to get rid of the current troubled situation, we can only rely on the efforts of Takikawa-kun and everyone—"

Thinking of the mess left behind by the former leader, Mori Ogai frowned helplessly.

"I believe that Mr. Mori will be a good leader." Takikawa curled his lips, staring at the other party with scarlet eyes, as if he really placed his trust in him.

"That's really thanks to Takikawa-kun's kindness." Mori Ogai, who is well versed in Takikawa's routine, tilted his head and smiled in response.

Osamu Dazai silently looked away from the phone, and blinked at Takikawa who was smiling falsely.

Walking out of the Hong Kong and Hei Building, Takigawa Qingxian walked towards the place where his subordinates were waiting.

"Hey, senior, are you going to keep ignoring me?" Osamu Dazai's clear boyish voice came from behind.

Only then did Takigawa stop, and turned his head to look over, his expression suddenly regained his sense of astonishment, "Ah, was Dazai-kun always there? I'm really sorry, it was too dark and I didn't notice."

Osamu Dazai, who was suddenly caught by the connotation, curled his lips, and then put on a smile, "It's okay, but senior's eyes may not be very good. Even so, you have to work at night. Is there really no problem?"

"I have good eyesight, so it shouldn't be my problem—"

The implication is to ask Osamu Dazai to find out his own problems.

What a nuisance, this man.

"But it was obviously Takigawa-senpai who ignored me first, does it mean that senior hates me?"

"Hmm—" Takigawa Qingxian rubbed his chin, his scarlet eyes became darker in the night, "Why do you think so?"

Osamu Dazai met his eyes, and seeing the bright doubt in that eye, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in his heart.

"It turns out that senior is the type who is not good at socializing—" It can be said that he has no concept of emotions.

Takigawa Qingxian didn't respond much, he hardly took the initiative to do things that he wasn't interested in, and he was also a quiet way of doing things in front of his subordinates.

"Not interested in."

After leaving a word, he turned around and walked to the black car parked at the intersection, opened the rear door and got in.

Osamu Dazai followed and sat on the other side of the back seat.

Noticing the strange boy, the subordinate asked out of caution, "Master Takigawa."

"Ah, it's okay, just pretend he doesn't exist."

"Yes."

"Hey - don't seniors think it's too cruel to treat a cute newbie like this?"

The vehicle started slowly and moved forward along the street.

Takigawa Aozuru leaned on the car window with his left elbow, resting his chin on his hand, looking at the receding scenery outside the window.

The young man was silent for a moment, and said casually, "No way?"

This sentence is straightforward and strong, and it is really an attitude that can choke people to death.

This person is too indifferent to things, as if he has withdrawn himself from the world and watched through the two holes in his head.

"I'm so curious, is Takigawa-senpai's heart the same structure as a normal person's, what would it look like if you cut it out?"

Osamu Dazai's deep eyes were dyed with cold interest, staring at the white-haired boy's perfectly sculpted side face, what he said made the driver's car unsteady.

Feeling the sudden jolt, Takigawa Qingxian subconsciously stretched out his right hand to grab the seat under him, noticing the hidden gaze on his side, he looked over, and the only eye that was exposed was written with doubts, "Huh? You just Did you say anything?"

In other words, it can be understood as "Sorry, I really can't notice the air."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, looked at Takikawa Aoken's bandaged right hand, "Is Takikawa-senpai's hand injured?"

The air in the car seemed to be a few degrees colder, and the arc of Takigawa Qingxian's mouth remained unchanged, "Yes."

Osamu Dazai saw the undisguised vision in his eyes, and skipped the topic directly, as if he was just asking casually.

"Takikawa, um...can I call you Takikawa?"

"Call me senior."

"Ah, it's so cold and tough. I really want to have a good relationship with my peers. Although Takikawa entered Hong Kong Hei one year earlier than me, it would be too unfamiliar to call him that after we get acquainted."

Osamu Dazai smiled tenderly, but there was no such warmth in his eyes, "Hey, if Takikawa's month is earlier than mine, then I will be called Senior from now on."

Takigawa Qingxian blinked, feeling that it was a disadvantage for her to be born in November, so she chose to turn her head silently and let her eyes go blank.

He's trying to ignore the subject.

"Ah, I'm born in June. Does Takikawa's silence mean he's later than me?" Dazai Osamu didn't care about his thoughts, "Then you don't have to stick to these details in the future."

"..." Well, you can do whatever you want, so I can also call him "Dazai" directly.

"By the way, Takigawa's ability has something to do with time, can it reverse the time of objects?"

"Hmm." Even if you guessed right, I don't want to talk to you.

However, Osamu Dazai didn't feel embarrassed, leaned on the back of the chair and crossed his arms, "So, Takikawa's main job is actually to repair the destroyed buildings after the firefight, and he can also restore the unrecognizable corpses to their original state, It's all behind the scenes."

"So we're going to clean up the mess now, aren't we?"

Takigawa Qingxian glanced at him indifferently, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Congratulations, you guessed it right, but there is no prize."

"Oh, that's a pity."

After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped in a messy neighborhood with flashing street lights.

This is the area under the jurisdiction of the port mafia. It was attacked by hostile organizations not long ago. The brick roads bombed by ammunition are full of potholes, or complete or mutilated corpses are lying here and there.

Takigawa Qingxian got off the car, followed by the driver and Osamu Dazai.

His steps were slow and his expression was calm, as if he was walking in his own garden.

Every time the clogs hit the ground, the surrounding gravel will be pulled back to its original position by an invisible force, and the ruined and unrecognizable streets will recover little by little as he advances.

Osamu Dazai took a few glances at the magic-like scene before returning to the fluffy head in front of him.

As the breeze blew, a curly white hair stood proudly above his head, giving this indifferent back a softer feeling.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai had the illusion that this person would disappear at any time.

"Ah, don't you care about these corpses?"

After Takigawa Qingxian finished dealing with the streets and surrounding buildings, the street lights above his head stopped flickering, and he turned around, "These will be charged separately."

Just kidding, let him do three jobs by himself, but he only gets one salary. The former leader squeezed him and let it go. Now that the leader is changed, he is not willing to continue to work for nothing.

"Pfft." Dazai Osamu showed an uncontrollable expression, "Mr. Mori will probably lose a few more hairs if he finds out."

"Then you can tell him." Takigawa Qingxian grabbed a handful of hair indifferently, revealing a little of his smooth forehead. This face even covered one eye exudes a sense of gender-blurred beauty.

These words were confident, Osamu Dazai looked at the handsome young man approaching with great interest, his eyes fell on the white cloth blindfold, "Is this eye also injured?"

"Dazai, are you a hundred thousand why?"

"Well~ just curious."

"Then do you know the saying - Curiosity killed the cat?" The scarlet eyes dimmed in the night, like solidified dark red caramel.

Osamu Dazai looked straight into that eye and understood the warning inside. If he wasn't a person with a strong heart, he probably thought he would be swallowed in the next second.

Takigawa Qingxian raised his left hand, which was a gesture to bring the weapon, and the subordinate tremblingly offered the pistol he was wearing with both hands.

He skillfully opened the safety, pulled the sleeve, and the sound of cold mechanical collision sounded.

"Master Takigawa?" When the subordinate looked at the black-haired boy's forehead with his left hand stretched out, he wondered why the boss, who had never been angry, would pick him up if he didn't agree with him this time.

Looking at the black-haired boy's attire, he also guessed that he should be an important member of Hong Kong gangsters with a high status. Moreover, Hong Kong gangsters have a rule that prohibits internal fighting. .

"Hey -- is Takikawa planning to kill me? I'm very afraid of pain, please try to aim at my head." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Dazai Osamu did not have any emotion that matched fear, and even his tone All slow down.

Takigawa Qingxian saw the strange dark light suddenly flickering in his eyes, his red pupils widened slightly, "Close your eyes."

"Hey, hey~" Osamu Dazai closed his eyes obediently, the corners of his mouth could not be restrained upward, and a faint crimson color appeared on his cheeks.

He felt the real killing intent, silently counting down in his heart.

three...two...one...

"Bam—"

The sound was like thunder.

This was followed by a muffled groan in the distance, and the sound of something hard falling to the ground.

Takigawa Qingxian returned the murder weapon to the subordinate who was obviously stunned, and the corners of his mouth maintained a shallow arc, "Don't worry, Dazai is an important student of Mr. Mori, just saw a mouse that was not completely dead."

"It's fine, let's go back."

"Yes." The subordinate was ashamed. He followed all the way and didn't notice that there were still people alive. If Mr. Takigawa was not present, it is estimated that the damage to the personnel was inevitable.

Osamu Dazai covered his ears with a resentful expression on his face, "Ah, it made me look forward to it in vain, so is Takikawa teasing me? It must be revenge, my ears are going deaf."

"Where is it, why should I take revenge on Dazai? Besides, my distance is controlled just right, and there will only be some tinnitus, not deafness." Takigawa Qingxian stretched out his left index finger and nodded in the air, looking at Dazai's face The eyes are straightforward and speechless.

It says: You think too much.

"Anyway, it's too much, my eardrum is screaming, it hurts."

"Well, then you'd better let Mr. Mori take a look at it for you, otherwise it will be bad for our delicate newcomer to fall into the root of the disease."

Sitting in the car, Osamu Dazai glanced at him quietly. Although his expression looked genuine, the emotionless praise was too perfunctory. He couldn't help thinking that this person was really easy to understand, but he wasn't as good as he appeared on the surface. It seems so simple, he will reveal his thoughts without reservation, and will also fool you in unpredictable ways.

It's in a class of its own.

"Send our weak rookie to the dormitory first." Takigawa Qingxian ignored the complaints beside him and said to the subordinate sitting in the driver's seat.

"No, no, no, I want to continue to follow Takikawa to familiarize myself with Hong Kong black affairs. Please take me with you." Osamu Dazai raised his hand and waved it left and right, then leaned his head on Takikawa Qingxian's shoulder while covering his ear that was hit.

"Oh, my head is so dizzy."

"It seems that there is something wrong with Dazai's cervical spine. I have done some research on bone setting, why don't I take Dazai as the first person to experience it—" Takikawa Qingxian grabbed Dazai's neck with his left hand, and slowly pressed his fingers on the boy. The protruding joints and the corners of the mouth maintain a false curvature.

"If it hurts, forget it." There was a bit of eagerness in the kite-colored eyes.

It appeared again, the light refracted by the black stone, light, fragile, fleeting.

What is this person yearning for? When faced with killing intent, it is also when his throat is pinched by fingers. Is it death?

"Boring." Takigawa Qingxian released her five fingers to push it away, and turned her body to face the car window.

"Eh? What? Forget it?" Osamu Dazai rubbed his cervical spine with deep regret.

Back at the Hong Kong Hei Building, Takigawa Qingxian took the elevator to the floor where his office was located, and sat at his desk to process documents.

Takigawa Qingxian's main job is not to do paperwork, he is on-site, either on the way to Rush or in the interrogation room. At this moment, he is holding a pen in his left hand, and he is calmly dealing with the amount of documents that cannot be underestimated.

Osamu Dazai sat on the small sofa, staring at the careless white-haired boy with his chin resting on one hand.

"If Mr. Mori knew about Takikawa's current working status, I'm afraid he would deduct your salary."

Takigawa Qingxian turned the pen with his left hand, "I don't think Mr. Mori will care about this point, after all, he can best understand the mood of employees."

"If I were Mr. Mori, I would already be crying."

"But does this have anything to do with me?" Takigawa Qingxian raised his eyes to Dazai Osamu, and made a scumbag statement with a serious face, "Besides, it's a good thing to be able to cry."

Osamu Dazai was stunned, opened his mouth, and shook his head helplessly, "Takikawa will be hated like this, you must have no friends, even if you do, it is estimated that there will be no more than one, and you will not be a normal person .”

"I'm not interested in other people's likes and dislikes, but I don't think what Dazai said is right—" Takigawa Qingxian squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and as he spoke, the phone on the table vibrated.

He opened the front cover and saw that the caller made a subconscious "ah" before pressing the connect button.

"It's already midnight, Ye."

The author has something to say:

Takikawa in the eyes of Dazai Osamu: poisonous tongue, natural, scumbag

Takikawa in the eyes of his subordinates: a good boss who is hardworking, dedicated and never gets angry

Takikawa's self in the eyes: the oppressed bottom of society

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