Hong Kong and black wage earners

Osamu Dazai couldn't help clicking his tongue when he heard the words, "So we can only be connected by money? Takikawa, you love money more than you imagined."

"Otherwise? We know each other very well?" Takigawa Qingxian rested his chin on the back of his hand, and the knife under his palm turned slightly.

"That's why you don't know how to socialize at all. If you sell me a favor at a time like this, you won't suffer, will you?"

Takigawa Qingxian scratched his chin with his left index finger, "First, I don't need your favor, and second, you don't look trustworthy."

"So I will suffer."

Osamu Dazai heard him put up two fingers and gave all the reasons in a serious manner, and then rubbed his forehead as if he was hit, "Ah la la, but this is normal, after all, we have just met, I believe we will gradually build trust in the future."

"No need."

Takigawa Qingxian is not interested in interpersonal relationships. It is nothing more than the fact that human beings use each other for their own interests, and get what they want from those who are valuable. After losing their value, they become dispensable.

So he hasn't figured out the relationship between himself and Ma Cangye so far. The other party didn't want to get anything from him. On the contrary, he was the beneficiary.

But Ye said he was an important friend.

Is this a friend?

It’s not that we keep saying we need to trust each other, it’s a natural and imperceptible process, we don’t need to deliberately maintain it, time will witness its birth.

Unless there will be someone as dazzling as a diamond, Takigawa Qingxian has only seen such a person once, in Leibo Street, and has never seen it again.

"Although Takikawa said so, he didn't think so at all." Osamu Dazai suddenly took a step closer, staring at the bright red eyes of the other party and muttered.

Did you think of someone?

"Don't get so close to me." Takigawa Qingxian felt that the tip of his nose was about to poke up, and stretched out two fingers to his forehead with some discomfort, pushing him away with a force that was not heavy but undeniable.

Osamu Dazai was forced to retract his neck, and was pushed almost to the ground.

"Huh? Could it be... shy?"

"Dazai, you'd better take a dip in the river."

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Takigawa Qingxian stood up, and gave Osamu Dazai a sidelong glance, "It stinks."

After leaving a word, he held the knife and walked forward.

"Wow, that's really too much."

"Da da da—" Messy footsteps came from afar.

The defector was like a scurrying mouse in a panic. He never expected that Hong Kong gangsters would find out his location within a day and stop him at an unimaginable speed. So he hid in hiding and chose in a panic. Off the beaten path to the port.

When he thought he had thrown off the pursuers behind him, he didn't even have time to draw a happy smile, when he met a white-haired boy with a knife in his left hand.

The young man was wearing a white kendo suit and a black horse hakama, with a black background and silver-patterned feathers on his shoulders, and a single eye patch with a tie on his head, revealing a blood-stained eye, and his handsome face was shadowed Swallowed, maintaining a cold and frightening smile, like Shura from hell.

It's the kid who just joined the job for a year!Isn't he mainly in charge of behind the scenes?It's obviously just an unremarkable thing!

"If you have any last words, let's talk about them when we get back." Takigawa Qingxian stepped on the five-centimeter-high clogs and rushed towards the opponent, and the distance between the two sides changed from five meters to half a meter in the blink of an eye.

He quickly pulled out the knife and slammed it on the man's jaw with the handle of the knife. Taking advantage of the pain and leaning back, he turned around and kicked the man's knee, only to hear a crisp bone breaking sound.

Between two breaths, an adult male who was taller than him by a head lay on the ground and let out a miserable scream, with tears and snot mixed all over the floor.

Takigawa Qingxian retracted the knife, raised her foot and stepped on his head, making a muffled sound, and the annoying crying sound could no longer be heard.

Immediately afterwards, the subordinate drove the car and parked at the entrance of the alley, tied up the people and threw them into the trunk.

Osamu Dazai, who was watching the play, suddenly touched his aching jaw, feeling that the beating he received in the morning was due to mercy, "Oh, Takigawa's attack was really ruthless."

"Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself, and it's not a pity to kill such a guy on the spot." Takigawa Qingxian straightened his slightly messy collar and said seriously.

All those who betrayed Hong Kong black were listed as hostile camps by him.

Osamu Dazai watched the white-haired boy get into the car thoughtfully, the corner of his mouth suddenly opened, and he quickly got into the car.

"So Takigawa treats me as one of his own."

Takigawa Qingxian glanced at Osamu Dazai with weird eyes, feeling puzzled, isn't he the one introduced by the new leader?Although he has not officially joined Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, he is indeed one of his own.

"I seem to understand~" There was an inexplicable smile in the iris-colored eyes.

"Don't think wildly." He bet Dazai Osamu was not thinking about anything serious.

No, Osamu Dazai said in his heart, although Takigawa you have a bit of a venomous tongue, you are unexpectedly "gentle" in some respects.

Back at the Hong Kong-Hei Building, Takigawa Qingxian asked his subordinates to take the defector to the torture room, and went to the chief's office alone to report to Mori Ouwai.

Mori Ogai has now changed out of his white coat and is wearing a capable black suit, looking like a great leader.

In the corner, a blond loli was lying on the ground and drawing.

After listening to the report, he seemed to be relieved, his purple eyes were full of smiles, giving people the illusion that he was very gentle, "Oh, that's really thanks to Takikawa-kun, I can't imagine without Takikawa-kun , how bad that would be.”

Takigawa Qingxian said that this is what he should do, then took out his hands that were hidden in his sleeves, crossed them in front of him, "Mr. If he gets hurt, it won't be alright."

As you can see, I have to go out to work every day, and I'm not his bodyguard.

"Since Dazai-kun is willing to stay by Takikawa-kun's side, it means that he has a good impression of Takikawa-kun."

Takigawa Qingxian blinked determinedly, and pursed his lips in disapproval.

Mori Ogai crossed his hands and put his fingers in front of his chin, "Let him see more about Takikawa-kun's working ability, maybe it can help him change his mentality and officially join Hong Kong and Heroes."

"Well, it's fine as long as he doesn't disturb my state of mind by saying something strange."

"Takigawa-kun can actually try to accept Dazai-kun."

"Let's wait until he asks me to be an intermediary, then I will think about it." There are interests, and it may be difficult to be a wine and meat friend with him at that time.

Mori Ogai seemed a little puzzled, tilted his head, "Oh?"

"Dazai wants to die so much, and I have also thought about the extra service after death for him, but he doesn't believe in it." Takigawa Qingxian spread his hands, and his tone was quite regrettable, "I guess there is no shadow."

"It seems that Takigawa-kun believes it."

"Well, I don't believe it, it does exist, but it's just generally invisible."

Takigawa Qingxian rolled her scarlet eyes and landed on Mori Ogai, "Mr. Mori, I'm serious."

Mori Ogai smiled unabated and nodded, "Even so, human beings are their own masters, aren't they? And the enemies we face are only human beings."

"It's true—" It's just that if Osamu Dazai doesn't want to go to heaven after becoming a ghost, and he can feel him floating around every day, if he still has to ask someone to deal with it in the end, he seems to be the one who suffers the most.

Looking at the white-haired boy who was lost in thought, Mori Ogai coughed lightly, and the other party came back to his senses and left.

Takigawa Qingxian did not go back to the office where Osamu Dazai was waiting, but went directly to the torture room.

As a result, he had a face-to-face encounter with the black-haired bandage monster as soon as he went down the stairs.

"Hi~ It was Takigawa's kind subordinate who told me that you would come here~" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and waved.

Takigawa Qingxian turned his head and saw his two subordinates who looked down at their toes, raised their eyebrows, and narrowed their red eyes looking at Osamu Dazai.

You must have threatened them!

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't threaten my identity."

Takigawa Qingxian raised his hand and ordered his subordinates to pour cold water on the unconscious person to wake him up. He picked out a vise on the torture rack, "The next scene may be a bit inappropriate for children, are you sure you want to watch it from the sidelines?"

"Oh? I'm starting to look forward to what kind of picture is not suitable for children." Dazai Osamu moved a chair and put on a sitting posture like a kindergarten child in class.

The actors were all on stage, and the props were complete, but the one who was tortured said everything in a few minutes, and he didn't even have a chance to show the final killer.

He wasn't an undercover agent sent somewhere, he had worked in Hong Kong for a few years, and when he got to a position, he turned evil and defected, taking advantage of the chaotic situation where the leadership alternated.

Seeing that he couldn't ask for any other information, Takigawa Qingxian had no choice but to put down the blood-stained props, took the gun handed by his subordinates and shot him dead.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Osamu Dazai with his chin resting on his hands and a face full of displeasure.

However, some defectors were sent to the torture room one after another, allowing Takigawa Qingxian to demonstrate the interrogation techniques he had learned from Ozaki Koyo and other methods he had explored.

For example, smashing the concrete pillar holding the prisoner to pieces with swords, burying the person in the stone, and then using supernatural powers to restore the concrete pillar, you can bury the person alive and experience an unprecedented sense of suffocation...

After the last one of the day was interrogated, the sky had already darkened, and the rust smell in the interrogation room was mixed with a sour smell, like canned herring soaked in blood poured into the gutter.

Takigawa Qingxian asked his subordinates to pack up and dispose of the corpse, and then went directly to the staff restaurant of Ganghei for dinner.

After he sat down with a plate, Osamu Dazai lay down opposite him with a disheveled face.

Speaking of which, Osamu Dazai didn't eat anything after noon, so he might have starved to death. After Mr. Mori found out, he might be looking for trouble for him.

"Eat a little?" Takigawa Qingxian poked the opponent's hair.

Dazai Osamu squirmed and turned his face to him, his bloodless lips muttered, "Although I was very moved, Takigawa's last move was really disgusting, just remembering that scene makes my hands and feet go weak."

Takigawa Qingxian felt that the person in front of him was about to ascend to heaven, and when he saw it, he immediately scooped up a spoonful of rice, pinched Osamu Dazai's jaw to force him to open his mouth, and stuffed the spoon into it.

"Ugh—" Ugh!

The author has something to say:

Osamu Dazai (sit down): I want to see, I want to see!

Takikawa (sharpening the knife): Let me show you.

Osamu Dazai: Ugh—

Takikawa (eating with gusto): Why is this person so stupid?

I won’t write about the details of the last interrogation, for fear of disgusting everyone-▽-