I became the leader of Hong Kong black

I don't know why, I like to think about the optimal solution when I do things recently.

I took the unlucky ghost who came to treat me as a test product, and I was sure that everyone would not be weak because of the special physique of Osamu Dazai. My previous worries were completely unnecessary.

Since this is the case, I can rest assured that I can talk about some little secrets between men behind Alice's back and little Dazai.

I put my hands on little Dazai's shoulders and wrapped up his wounds.

The little boy held my hand and looked at me with a smile: "Mr. Mori, let me do it myself."

Oh, this is disgusting, I stopped the movement of my hand, but put my hand on his shoulder and didn't take it back.

Seeing him looking over in surprise, I leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Little Dazai, you can see it too."

The little boy looked at me, blinked his iris eyes innocently, and asked, "What can I see?"

I also smiled at him, and stroked his soft hair casually: "I always think you know everything, little Dazai."

Osamu Dazai puffed up his bun face, and slapped my hand away in protest: "Should I see that Mr. Mori has a memory problem, or should I see that Alice often talks to me through Mr. Mori."

"You really are a smart kid." On the surface, I continued to mess up his hairstyle and wept in my heart. Sure enough, this kid knows everything!Heh, everything he did before was just acting.

After confirming that he was acting before, I disregarded his protest and stretched out my hand in retaliation to pinch his little baby-fat face. After feeling the Q-bump on the skin, I couldn't help poking it a few more times.

My movements were heavy, several red marks appeared on Osamu Dazai's face soon, he raised his hand to cover most of his face and protested vaguely: "Mr. Mori!"

Facing his accusing eyes, I smiled softly: "Smart children need to know what to say and what not to say, and don't guess the adults' minds, otherwise the adults will be really angry and use your powers that you can't resist. s method."

Osamu Dazai snorted softly, and complained: "My lord's methods are really full of bad taste."

Yes, I did this just to satisfy my bad taste, but how could I admit it.

I held back my smile and said seriously: "I'm also doing it for the good of little Dazai, and it's all to let you experience the feeling of being suppressed by absolute power."

Although I couldn't hold back my laughter, the corners of my mouth and eyes still showed my good mood. Osamu Dazai looked at me and didn't speak for a long time.

So, I poked him again: "Okay, is there anything else Dazai wants to say to me now?"

After being poked by me, Osamu Dazai seemed to have no bones, and he fell down on the table with an autistic look that he didn't want to talk to me: "No more."

I quickly grabbed the back of his fateful neck. After I picked him up and shook him, seeing that he was still dead, I sighed and took out a bottle from my arms and shook it in front of him. Akira: "If you answer well, I will be rewarded."

"This is the potion you prepared in the pharmacy room by yourself recently." Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, full of interest: "What effect does this potion have?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and easily broke free from my grasp,

Sure enough, he knew everything, even if it was my sneaky behavior alone, I didn't hide it from him, and thinking of Alice who was bound to me 24 hours a day in my mind, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

At the age of 32, I am really an unlucky ghost with no privacy.

I always feel like I’ve been sighing since I came here, no wonder the hairline seems a bit dangerous when I look in the crystal mirror recently.

It's time to prepare some witch medicine for hair growth. I seriously considered the ratio of the medicine.

Because I was distracted thinking about the hair growth potion, the potion in my hand was easily taken by Osamu Dazai.

Seeing that he opened it curiously, and quickly closed it after smelling the smell inside, I explained: "This medicine looks terrible, but it's actually delicious."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, I continued to explain: "And you don't drink the whole bottle directly like this. The effect of this powerful sleeping pill is very strong. Don't you often suffer from insomnia? Just one drop can guarantee you can sleep well tomorrow morning."

"Give me a bottle?" Osamu Dazai looked at the bottle in my hand, his eyes full of longing.

After so many days of familiarity, I don’t know what he was thinking, so I took the potion back from his hand: “Don’t try to find the meaning of life by drinking this, this thing will give you at most one drop a day .”

Osamu Dazai returned to his bored look, and complained: "Tch, Dr. Mori is too stingy."

"Yes, I've always been stingy." I waved the potion in front of his eyes, "Then do you want it?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to me, with a cute expression on his face: "Doctor Mori will give it to me soon."

Knowing that he was probably trying to accumulate a little to make a lot of money, or trying to mix it with other medicines, I chuckled in my heart.

Instead of hoping to work with other medicines to exert mutual generation and mutual restraint effects to poison himself, he might as well change another method.

Not knowing what I was thinking, Dazai obediently told me about the relationship between supernatural beings and supernatural abilities with carrots as bait.

Some I already knew, and many more I didn't know before.

It turns out that the way for the supernatural being to use the supernatural power is to call out the name of the supernatural power. Because this information is too simple, it is not included in the information I obtained.

"So, what is the name of Mr. Mori's ability?" Osamu Dazai looked at me curiously, and introduced himself kindly: "My ability is Disqualification, and its effect is to invalidate all abilities. "

I helplessly spread my hands: "You know, I forgot, and Alice refused to tell me."

Anyway, the name of my ability is definitely not Alice, because no matter how I call Alice's name, she has never appeared.

"It is said that the name of the supernatural power is recorded in the mind of the supernatural power. As long as Mr. Mori thinks about it, he will know it." Dazai Osamu waved at me, "Mr. Mori, think about it for yourself, today's midnight chat time is over, I also sleepy."

"Okay, good night then." After I said goodbye to him, I closed the door for him and went downstairs.

At this time, Alice sauce, who had been shielded for a long time, finally regained consciousness.

After realizing that the time was wrong, the girl's voice contained some questioning: "Rin Taro, what did you have a secret chat with little Dazai just now?"

"It's nothing." I innocently touched the newly grown stubble, ready to shave it off: "It's just some physiological topics that adolescent boys need to know."

"Rintaro, you are lying to me."

"Really, it's not suitable for the kind of content that a little girl like Alice knows."

"Hmph." Alice snorted coldly and complained, "Rin Taro, how could you lie to me!"

I know she definitely doesn't believe it, but it's not a big deal, but the little girl still needs to be coaxed.

Now, the most important thing for me is how to extract the name of the ability from Alice, or how to remember the name of the ability by myself like Dazai.

Today's little Dazai is really generous, and he doesn't receive any reward for providing information.

No, little Dazai told me so much information, and it was discussed before, how could he not charge for it.

There was no trace of the full bottle of potion before I touched my trouser pocket.

"Dazai has an accident." I interrupted Alice-chan's questioning and ran back to the room.

At this time, Osamu Dazai was already lying on the hospital bed, as if he had fallen asleep, and he was still holding my medicine bottle in his hand.

"What's wrong with him?" Alice-chan jumped out of my body in shock.

After observing the remaining brown liquid in the medicine bottle, her face changed greatly, and she was relieved until she observed that Osamu Dazai was still breathing a little: "What medicine did you give him?"

"You know, it's the lethal dose of sleeping pills. I think he needs to induce vomiting now." I dragged the gastric lavage machine out from the wall with a serious face, and started to take over the tube.

Alice hurried over to help. Her movements were much more skilled than mine. When I was tidying up the pipes, she quickly adjusted the machine data.

In fact, all of this was within my expectations. While I was lying to Alice, I was also lying to Osamu Dazai.

I always need to do something to divert the little girl's attention, and little Dazai, who she cares about, is a good direction.

I prepared this bottle of medicine in advance, and I let Dazai steal it on purpose. Sure enough, the child who wanted to die really did what I wanted.

The effect of this sleeping pill is indeed powerful enough to stun an elephant without a problem, but in reality it is by no means fatal.

After all, the medicine can have such a powerful effect because of my spiritual power, as long as I don't want little Dazai to die, no matter how much medicine he drinks, he will be fine.

Over the past few days, during little Dazai's continuous death, I have debugged several potions that can incorporate the healing power of the wood system into it, and can also have an effect on this bad boy.

Coupled with the tenacious vitality of a bad boy, the healing effect on his body is comparable to the healing ability of wood.

Rather than saying that this is a sleeping pill, it is better to say that this is a finished product that I have obtained from Alice in terms of physiology, pathology, and pharmacy in this world, and then combined my knowledge of witchcraft making.

Although it looks ugly and looks like poison, it is actually the most powerful healing potion in the world.

The amount of medicine that has been ingested can make Osamu Dazai fall asleep, which is suitable for a child with ADHD like him, and it can also take care of his weak body after many times of seeking the meaning of life.

Shhh, this is a secret that Alice doesn't even know.