Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

I really don't know why I, a person who has defected from the port mafia, still defend the interests of the port mafia so much.

Maybe it's because I never forgot during my years in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. For me, Hong Kong and Heilongjiang is not just a job I voluntarily participated in to prove my value in desperation.Like the detective agency, it is more of a place called home in my heart.

I remember going to dinners with members who looked fierce and serious but were all goofy.

I also remember the birthday greeting song I sang for some of them in the KTV. I always thought about the big things in their lives, and I always thought about the role of a man. I also collected the corpses and planted grass on the graves of some of them.

I knelt down, grabbed Yoshida's hair, and forced him to look directly at me, "Who gave you the courage to move the port mafia?"

He hissed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Our boss asked us to do it, please let me go."

I knew in my heart that if I let them go, the Shark Eagle would still come to find trouble. The only thing I had to do was kill them all, and give Shark Eagle a wake-up call to let them know the price of moving the port mafia.

"It's not up to me whether to let you go or not."

The wind blew through the broken glass door, and Akutagawa's black coat was blown openly by the wind. He stepped on the broken glass and walked into the store step by step. The wind made him bend over and cover his mouth and coughed a few times.

The shark eagle members brought by Yoshida saw Akutagawa appearing pale, "It's Akutagawa Ryunosuke of the port mafia!"

"It's over."

The name of Akutagawa of the port mafia is indeed frightening.

I sighed softly: "The one who decides your fate is here."

Uncle Sakamoto shook off his captors and went up to him, "Master Akutagawa."

He nodded and said, "These are the members of Shark Eagle?"

As early as the first time Shark Eagle came to look for trouble, Sakamoto noticed something was wrong and reported the situation.In fact, these retired members of the port mafia opened stores all over the country, not only to support their families, but more importantly to collect intelligence.

"Have you thought about how to die?"

Under normal circumstances, Akutagawa is too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and directly uses Rashomon to make them all return to the west.But today, it was rare for him to be patient.

Marui raised his head to look over, pointed to Akutagawa and asked Liu, "Who is this person?"

"The leader of the port mafia is directly under the guerrilla captain, Akutagawa Ryunosuke." Liu said.

Taoya's face is cloudy and cloudy. As a policeman, he knows Hong Kong gangster Ryunosuke Akutagawa better than these people. Every time he appears, he is accompanied by blood and killing.

I met Taoya's complicated eyes on me, and couldn't help chuckling.I have always known what he was like, even before he became a policeman, he was black and white.

After graduating from university, the reason for breaking up with him, and more importantly, I understand that he and I have never been in the same world.It’s okay to fall in love and have fun, but holding hands for a lifetime is torture for both of us.

Many times, the breakup of a couple has nothing to do with feelings, but more because of reality.

I greeted Akutagawa, "Hi, Jie-chan."

Akutagawa cast a glance at me, "Why are you here?"

"Eat normally, I didn't expect to see a good show, what are you going to do with this group of people?"

Akutagawa's clothes were shaking, and his voice was emotionless, "Kill them all."

I snapped my fingers awkwardly, and said in a daze, "But Mr. Dazai told me that you made an agreement with Dun Jun not to kill anyone within six months."

Akutagawa finally pulled this matter out of his mind. He once again suspected that Renhu's solemn agreement to let him not kill anyone was really not messing with him. Arabian Nights.

But Mr. Dazai found out about this matter. If he didn't do it, would Mr. Dazai think he was a person who broke the agreement?

He hesitated for a moment, and the black windbreaker also calmed down.

"What else did Renhu say in front of Mr. Dazai?" Akutagawa asked with a serious face.

"He also said you were going to kill him in six months."

Akutagawa snorted, "Then he'll just wait to die."

I kicked Yoshida who was under me and said, "Why don't you take your people away?"

Yoshida got up enduring the pain, and was supported by his younger brothers and left the barbecue shop.

Akutagawa sneered, "You're still so stupid."

I boldly patted his head, "It's all Dazai Osamu's fault for making you such an impolite prick!"

Akutagawa frowned and said, "Don't arrange Mr. Dazai."

"What's there to respect about that guy? He's unreliable, he's still frivolous, and teaching people makes people feel gloomy. He really stepped on a lot of shit to find you in the slums."

Dazai's education method in Hong Kong is distorted and ruthless.

If there is no Oda Tsukuru, his whole body will continue to deteriorate until his soul falls into the abyss.

I also remembered my first field mission, which was with the troops led by Dazai, robbing and killing the intelligence agents who controlled the hostile organization.

Dazai's troops charged forward, and Dazai analyzed the situation in the rear to find the location of the intelligence agent, and killed him on the spot once he found it.

I just helped the wounded to recover, and I asked Dazai puzzled, why did he kill him instead of saving him?

Dazai said with a half-smile: "Whether he reveals information about the port mafia or not, anyone who can be easily caught by the enemy is a waste."

In fact, I later found out that this intelligence officer was actually a traitor, and he deliberately used it as a bait to lure the port mafia into taking the bait.

I kept silent, I don't like killing very much, and I don't even like this crazy Osamu Dazai.

But Mori Ogai's trust in him is far higher than mine. It seems that I can do nothing but please him.

Sometimes, people's survival instinct is very strong, but the person in front of him seems to have no such instinct.

He is the type of person I fear the most. He is not afraid of death, and even follows in the footsteps of death, with half of his foot in the abyss.

Dazai looked at me with dark eyes, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, "Has Kurihara not killed anyone yet? Have you never experienced the warmth of blood gushing out of your body and splashing on your face?" "

I swallowed nervously, and smiled, "It's true not yet."

Dazai looked at me indifferently, "Then after we find the intelligence agent, let Kurihara do it."

The nails on my fingertips dug into the flesh, I gritted my teeth, took a breath, and smiled happily, "Then thank you Mr. Dazai."

Finally, the intelligence agent was found and brought out.

It was I who pulled the trigger under Dazai Osamu's gaze, my face was expressionless, and I didn't even tremble.Blood spattered on his face, and he could feel the warmth. The intelligence agent's face was relieved that he had been rescued until he died.

Osamu Dazai is such a person, stepping on your bottom line, nibbling away your thoughts little by little for his use.

What a scary person.

I rubbed Akutagawa's head, "You have done a good job, you don't need other people's approval, you are good enough to make anyone proud."

Akutagawa waved my hand uncomfortably, and said awkwardly, "Nah."

No matter how people change, they can always see the shadow of the past.

The same is true for Akutagawa who walked out of the slums, with a faint inferiority complex in his heart. He longs to be recognized, even though he knows that he has already made everyone see his value.

What he wants seems to be very simple, just a casual compliment from others.

I smiled and asked him, "Is the orange cake I sent for your birthday delicious?"

Akutagawa frowned, "Throw it away."

I was instantly angry, "Did you throw it away??? Do you know that is my custom-made cake?? My whole heart is like feeding the dog!"

Akutagawa had a gloomy face, ignored me and left the barbecue restaurant.What he hates the most in his life is oranges, not one of them.

After this happened, Taoya and the others stopped eating, Yukimura and the others left first if they had something to do, but Nioh gave me his contact information in a shameless manner. I thought that after he saw this scene, our friendship would be over. Almost at the end.

Before Taoya left, he looked at me with complicated eyes. After so many years, if he said that he still has feelings for me, it would be a lie.

Former lovers no longer, but still friends.

He didn't ask too much, just said: "Kurihara, I hope you understand what you are doing."

"Of course I know what I'm doing." I always knew what I wanted to do.

After Taoya and the others left, I helped Uncle Sakamoto and the others clean up. After cleaning up the garbage, Uncle Sakamoto moved out all the things needed and prepared to take them away.

"Uncle Sakamoto, aren't you going to open this shop?"

Uncle Sakamoto shook his head, looking at this store with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, "After I left the mafia, I came here to open this store, and I also met my current wife. My former friends often come to eat with respect, although It hasn't been long, but there are a lot of memories in this place. After the matter subsides, I will reopen it, and I will welcome the young lady's appreciation at that time."

I scratched my head in embarrassment, "I'm afraid I will lose money to Uncle Sakamoto."

"No, how much can you eat as a little girl?"

After bidding farewell to Uncle Sakamoto, I went to a flower shop to buy a packet of grass seeds, and a restaurant to buy a spicy curry, packed it and went to the beach in Yokohama.

I sprinkled a lot of seeds on those newly added bare graves, and visited the intelligence agent back then. Now the grass on his grave is probably almost as tall as Chuya.

I opened the spicy curry, spread the plastic bag on the grass, and ate it against the tombstone of the sauce.

There is no writing on Zhuchan's tombstone, and there is not even a photo of him, but neither I nor Dazai can find his tomb accurately.

I don't really like spicy curry very much, but I like it very much.

The behavior of me leaning on his grave to eat spicy curry may make Zhujiang jump out of the grave in anger, but he doesn't like to be angry very much.

When I first saw him, I was shocked. Although he was the lowest member of the port mafia, the gun in his waist had never been stained with blood.

I often see gossip about this fresh and refined man on the forum, but I never thought that this man is so handsome.

Surprisingly, he was a little dazed, he couldn't even hear Osamu Dazai's sarcasm, and he agreed with him solemnly.

I patted Zhujiang's tombstone, and said with emotion: "It would be great if you didn't die, maybe you can still get the favor of a beauty like me."

I put the half-eaten spicy curry in front of the tombstone, stood up and picked up the garbage bag on the ground.

He even wiped the dirt off the tombstone for him. It's a pity that there is no photo of Zhu-chan on it, but that's good too, and no other women will fall in love with his handsome face.

I let go of the garbage bag and watched it being blown to an invisible distance by the wind. Some pasts, like this garbage bag, are always blown away by the wind and then disappear.

Just like.

I used to like him, the same.