Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Port Mafia Chief's Office—

The classical and luxurious European-style chandeliers on the roof, several million-worth oil paintings on the walls, and even the platinum candlesticks on the desk all exude a noble and luxurious atmosphere.

The majestic man in a black windbreaker flipped through the documents while writing something with a pen. The subtle signs of age on the corners of his eyes made him even more charming.

On the chair next to the man, sat a girl in a dark blue dress.

"Ah, it's done."

"It's great Yo Hill-chan." Mori Ogai stroked his bangs that were slipping with his hands, and said with a smile while turning his head to the side.

"Although I really want to help Hill-chan with homework, but I'm too busy to spare time, sorry." His smile gradually became bitter.

"Don't be sorry, Rintaro." Hill said comfortingly, "When a person reaches middle age, he should be loyal to his career."

Suddenly thought of something, Hill murmured: "Although it is said that 'people over thirty can start a family and start a career', Rin Taro is still a loner..."

"..."

Mori Ogai held back the corners of his mouth that wanted to twitch.

On the carpet near the light-shielding glass wall is a long sofa. The red velvet sofa is exquisitely crafted, and a black lump that cannot be seen clearly is lying on it.

Hill looked at it blankly for a while.

Suddenly, with a smile on his face, the careful thoughts that wanted to play a prank sprouted like new leaves.

Carefully approaching Osamu Dazai, who was lying flat on the sofa and sound asleep, his light footsteps stepped on the thick dark red carpet without making the slightest sound.

As the time spent together increases, Hill can clearly perceive the more conniving attitudes of Dazai Ogai and Mori Ogai towards her.She didn't have any obvious resistance or joy in this regard.

—if that's what they expected.

Her tender little hand had already pinched Osamu Dazai's nose.

"Pfft... Hill?"

Awakened for no reason, Osamu Dazai opened his eyelids, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his kite eyes were not confused as if he had just woken up, that kind of gaze could send chills from the soles of his feet.

Hill was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to get up, leaned over a little at a loss, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Dazai? I'm sorry..." She looked at him helplessly, like an abandoned cub, "Don't be angry."

Osamu Dazai looked at her steadfastly, his face expressionless, and the corners of his mouth tightly pursed.

The air was suddenly quiet.

After a long time, the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile on his face, "Did it scare you?"

It was as if the gloomy mood that had just unfolded was just a dream.

Hill blinked expressionlessly.

Oh, it can be over...

"It was exposed too quickly, Dazai." Hill said with a serious face, "'Asleep' is fake, and 'angry' is also fake, this matter."

"Because I want to see Little Hill running around in a hurry like a little ant~" Osamu Dazai made no secret of his mischievous intentions.

"So 'comforting' you is also pretending." Hill said blankly.

"Eh——? Why is this!" Osamu Dazai grabbed Hill's soft baby fat with his dissatisfied hands, and tugged.

"Because if I turn a blind eye to the one who should cooperate with you, you will be very embarrassed." Hill said inarticulately: "Hurry up Sihong."

"..." Osamu Dazai was stunned for a few seconds, and then——

"It's so sweet! Little Hill~" He hugged Hill suddenly, like hugging a large doll.

Sure enough, "that choice" was correct, and this kid is so much fun!

Feeling this warm embrace with the unique cool breath of holly, and the slender hands vainly wrapping around her back, Hill's nerves tensed instantly, and she raised her head in surprise.

Ah, very good.

This "thick and shaggy" black hair - it's not Rintarou's bandages.

Letting Osamu Dazai hold him, Hill turned his head.

Through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows that can have a panoramic view of almost half of Yokohama, I saw a small Ferris wheel, and the smooth lines outlined it round and elegant.Under the bright sunlight, it emits a dazzling white light.

"Ah—" Hill looked at the Ferris wheel with bright eyes.

The Ferris wheel is spinning round and round, and the small grids are arranged neatly one by one.

What a fun look!

"Little Hill likes it?" Osamu Dazai noticed this and looked out the window, looking at the Ferris wheel that looked low due to the large height difference.

"Ok!"

Abandoning Osamu Dazai decisively, Hill ran to Mori Ogai's side, and gently tugged at his hanging scarf.

"Rintaro! Want to ride the Ferris wheel!" With a pleasant ending, Hill coquettishly made a request to Mori Ogai, his eyes shining with longing.

Hill knew that Mori Ogai had the right to speak out.

"Hill Sauce!"

Wow!Is this acting like a baby?so cute! ! !

Mori Ogai revealed his starry eyes in surprise, and the longing light in his eyes was not weaker than Hill's.

Just when he was about to meet all of Hill's demands immediately.

"Boss, my subordinate Lan Tang is here to report." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Mori Ogai paused, restrained himself from uttering the words, sat up straight and returned to his dignified appearance, cleared his throat and said, "Please come in."

Pushing the door open was a man who looked 26 or [-] years old, with long wavy black hair, deep eyebrows and eyes, but a pale and weak face.

In this not too cold early spring, the man was wrapped in a thick, fluffy winter coat, and he wore leather winter boots.

The scarf wrapped around the neck is round and round until the entire jaw is firmly covered, the head is covered with rabbit fur earmuffs, and the hands are covered with leather gloves that are tightly tucked into the sleeves.

——Even so, he still looks very cold and shivering.

At this time, it is April, which is a cool and comfortable season.

Hill looked down at his thin dress, and couldn't help wondering: Is it really that cold?

"The mission you assigned has been completed—all enemies have been wiped out, and all lost goods have been recovered." Lan Tang respectfully saluted Mori Ogai, "This is the mission report submitted this time, please have a look."

Rantang took out a document from his wide pocket, went to Mori Ogai's desk and presented it.

"Ah, it's really reliable, Rantang-kun." Mori Ogai took the document and casually put it aside, then observed Lantang leisurely.

"Speaking of which, you look colder than usual, are you okay?" You looked concerned about the health of your subordinates.

"Ah... I'm ashamed to say that I almost thought... that I wouldn't be able to survive this winter." Lan Tang shrank his body and replied, his voice was trembling, like the strings of a violin being overly plucked.

"It's really cold this winter." Mori Ogai said with emotion, he couldn't help but think of the troublesome experience when he urgently called up manpower to salvage Dazai Osamu's "floating corpse" in the cold weather and snow.

Not without gain though.

"Ah, by the way, Mr. Lan Tang." Just as Lan Tang was about to leave, he was stopped again.

"I would like to ask you one more thing in my own name." Mori Ogai twirled his bangs at the side of his ears.

"Of course, you can refuse on your own will, because this is not an 'order from the leader'." He said kindly.

"You...please tell me."

"This is Hill." Mori Ogai gave Hill a soft look. "This kid just had a small request, that is, to play in the nearby Ferris wheel for a while, it's so cute~"

As he spoke, he sighed helplessly: "Although I really, really want to go with her, but... I still have to carefully read the report submitted by Mr. Mu Lantang and deal with the internal affairs of the mafia these days, oh... …I’ve been so busy lately that my head and eyes are dizzy.”

Hearing this, Hill couldn't help but look at Osamu Dazai, who was slumped lazily on the sofa.

"Hill-chan, Dazai-kun, I have other arrangements." As if he had seen through Hill's thoughts, Mori Ogai said with a smile.

"Ah, speaking of which, Hill-chan also lost all her memory not long ago, and I salvaged it from the water three months ago—it's very similar to what happened to Mr. Lantang. But Mr. Lantang was killed by the previous leader on the street. found on the

Mori Ogai clasped his hands, propped it on the desk, and said meaningfully: "Maybe you will accidentally have a common language. Then what is your decision? Rantang-kun."

"Well, even if you don't mention your status as the 'leader'...I can't repay you for your kindness to me, so I agree...to accompany Miss Hill to the Ferris wheel."

Although he now wanted to return to his warm mansion immediately, it was obviously not wise to refuse the request of his superiors at this time, even if it was a personal request.

"You look cold, don't force it, I don't necessarily have to go." Hill looked at Lantang a little worried.

Taking this poor Mr. Lan Tang out is like forcing a fish tank with tropical fish into the refrigerator.

"I'm fine, please don't worry." Lan Tang refused.

Hill: Your voice trembles a lot.

"Since you said that, let's go." Hill walked towards the door, "Then, Rintaro, Dazai, I'm going."

"Be careful on the road~" Mori Ogai was still smiling.

"Have fun." A hand was slowly stretched out from behind the sofa and waved lazily.

"I'll leave Xie-chan to you, Rantang-kun." Mori Ogai turned his head and stared at Rantang earnestly. It's better to say that he was looking at Rantang.

"Please rest assured that Miss Hill will be sent back safely, then... this subordinate will leave."

In the corridor outside the door, Hill looked at Lan Tang who suddenly bent over and shrank his body as soon as he went out, and couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Is there really no problem...Mr. Lan Tang?!"

Lan Tang didn't seem to be okay at all, the corridor was colder than the room, he kept shivering and couldn't speak, he just nodded to indicate that he was okay.

"Well, Mr. Lan Tang, I'll try to see if I can help you." She comforted.

"?" Lan Tang looked at Hill suspiciously.

The air fluctuates, gradually condensing into a translucent shadow.

Lan Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, his vigilance made his fingertips move slightly.

It is the instinct of all supernatural beings to keep unfamiliar supernatural abilities from approaching, and it is also the instinct of the Mafia, but the monitoring device above his head and Mori Ogai's previous warning made him not do it immediately.

Mr. Lantang is not as harmless as he appears - this is the deep consensus of the whole port mafia.If you underestimate him because of this, you will definitely pay the price in blood.

Every time a task is sent out, it is solved in a crushing manner. If it is not necessary to leave a live question, he will order to kill them all, without leaving any hidden dangers.What's more, the superpowers he displayed are both defensive and powerful, which often makes the enemy frightened.

This is an excellent mafia quasi-cadre who is cruel, ruthless, decisive, and without the slightest compassion, a sharp sword under Mori Ogai's command.

When the soft breath enveloped Lan Tang, Lan Tang's body was tense, and he stared at Hill closely, as if he would strike immediately if there was anything unusual.

But soon, his gloomy face gradually relaxed.

Lan Tang felt that he hadn't been so relieved for a long time, like a soft spring breeze gently blowing over his tense nerves all the time, his scalp was numb and comfortable, and the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow had also left him. The whole person seemed to be soaked in warm water.

Then, he became a little melancholy again, and looked down at the full armor on his body.

"Ah, it's so hot..."

——Lan Tang, who was wrapped up tightly, said blankly.