I ate at the port Mafia

Port Mafia...Scout.

Seeing the unspeakable expressions of the two people around him, Yao said, "Huh? So you are no longer?"

While speaking, Yao's eyes fluttered up and down, almost pointing at the two of them like a warm-hearted aunt.

If I remember correctly, Dazai is only two years older than him, 15 years old.

"Of course I do!"

The first one who couldn't help it was Chuya Nakahara. He lowered his voice and retorted in a low voice. Even in the dark, he could see that his cheeks were flushed.

"Oh--"

Responding to him were Haruka and Dazai's intentionally drawn out breathy voices with unknown meanings.

Haruka and Dazai started making eye contact across the flustered and shy Nakahara Chuya.

Yao: "Such a simple and honest person, being a leader is also tricked into using him as a shield." '

"Simple and honest" is definitely not a compliment for the Mafia.

Dazai: "It's even worse, the little dwarf who has no brains is completely used by those lambs as tools." '

The tool man is the leader when the interests are involved, and he can be kicked away as a matter of course when he has no value, and he can even shamelessly use the life of the tool man as a bargaining chip in exchange for benefits.

He only slightly intensified the internal conflicts of the sheep, and the group of lambs couldn't wait to squeeze out the last value, so the little man was still foolishly thinking about the disgusting love of his companions, begging him not to hurt the group of lambs. Vicious lamb.

Yao: "It's so pitiful, now it's just jumping from one fire pit to another." '

Compared with the stupid and ignorant sheep, Mr. Mori is more than one grade higher.

Dazai suddenly showed off: "Zhong is also my dog." '

Haruka: 'Oh, really. '

Dazai's dog, but from his point of view, the actual situation doesn't seem to be what Dazai said.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Dazai quickly stretched out his hand, trying to stop his next words.

However, there is a Chuya of the Central Plains sandwiched between them.

There was a strange light in Yao's eyes, and he also smiled friendlyly at Zhong Yuanzhong.

"I have known you for a long time, so you are Dazai's dog."

Precisely step on mines.

Nakahara Chuya's anger swelled up visible to the naked eye.

The situation was not right, Dazai decisively chose to escape, but how could Nakahara Chuya allow him to do so.

Once Dazai escaped to the banquet outside, there was nothing he could do with the slippery mackerel.

Use gravity to lift the entire dining table, learn how Rantang dealt with Osamu Dazai before, as long as he doesn't let the latter touch the dining table, he can keep Dazai under the table forever.

A pursuit battle under the dinner table officially started.

At the same time, Haruka picked up Yumeno Hisaku who was still ignorant.

"Don't get dropped."

Under the long dining table, in the front is the silent pursuit battle between Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, and behind it is the "chasing and hiding" game between Haruka and Yumeno Hisaku.

In the darkness, Yumeno Hisaku unexpectedly realized the joy of this game, and laughed heartily.

in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at the long dessert table running wildly all over the place, and the 4D surrounded by children's voices giggled in their ears, and their pupils trembled.

Up to now, I can only sigh one sentence: It really deserves to be the port mafia.

Mori Ogai looked around the venue, and quickly guessed the reason for the incident.

The generous and decent smile on his face froze for a moment.

"Open the hall door."

No matter what, let's put this exquisite dining table out first.

The hall door opened, and the dessert table, which was scurrying wildly like a lost lamb in the banquet hall, almost rushed out with a whoosh, and the children's silver bell-like laughter also went away.

Clearing his throat, Mori Ogai said, "It's just changing the table, sorry for disturbing everyone."

The indifference with which he had everything under control successfully calmed down the chaotic atmosphere in the banquet hall. After everyone sighed, they continued their respective business talks.

Leaving the banquet hall, before Osamu Dazai found the right opportunity to escape from under the dining table, Nakahara Nakaya controlled the dining table and flew high.

"Bastard Dazai!"

"Is this the attitude of a dog talking to its owner!"

Osamu Dazai did not show any weakness.

The two ran away, and there were constant crackling sounds of fighting along the way.

The dining table, which lost its gravity control, fell suddenly, and then was wrapped in another golden supernatural power, and slowly fell back to the ground.

After battling wits and courage with Fyodor overseas this year, Haruka's mental strength is now far superior to that of him a year ago.

It's just a dining table, and he can still catch it easily without feeling dizzy.

Yumeno Hisaku, who was tired from playing, stood in front of the dining table, looking at the various exquisite snacks on the table.

"It can't be wasted."

He would never allow such a bad thing as wasting food to happen in front of him!

then--

Fukuzawa house.

Haruka came to visit with a bunch of delicious desserts packed.

And Yumeno Hisaku, as his direct subordinate, also dozed off and followed.

It was Fukuzawa Yukichi who opened the door. The silver-haired samurai was serious and serious as usual, but he was slightly taken aback when he saw the two people outside the door.

Obviously he didn't understand why Mori Ogai's subordinates would visit late at night.

"Good evening, Mr. Fukuzawa, I'm here to find..."

"Hi Haruka-kun, long time no see, is that a gift for a detective!"

Edogawa Ranpo was dressed in goose-yellow duck pajamas, standing barefoot by the door and waving to Yao.

"President, Haruka-kun is my friend."

Although it is unclear when Ranpo made friends with the other party, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who unconditionally trusted Ranpo, nodded and let Haruka enter the door sideways.

Then, he regretted it.

Seeing that the reception room was filled with snacks, and the sweet smell spread everywhere, Fukuzawa Yukichi silently put down the tea in his hand.

In front of him, Ranbu and Yao sat paralyzed in the middle of a pile of snacks, chatting about strange topics that he didn't understand and didn't want to hear.

Ranpo, who was supposed to be sleeping, showed great vitality after a friend's visit.

"A detective would never agree to a business trip to such a cold place."

"Well, it's really hard, both physically and mentally."

"Is it a reasoning duel?"

"That's it."

……

"Mumeno, are you sleepy?"

While chatting, there was a sense of pressure from Yao's side, and when he turned his head, Yumeno Hisaku, who came with him, was nodding his head non-stop. That moment just now was the result of him finally succumbing to sleepiness.

It is estimated that Dazai had explained something to Yumeno in advance, otherwise, with the latter's current understanding ability, it would be absolutely impossible to say "Kisaku is the direct subordinate of the Kiyose cadre, please take Kusaku with you wherever you go".

So it was expected that he would come out to chat with other people, and asked Yumeno Hisaku to disrupt the plan?

So far, it seems that Dazai's goal has indeed been achieved.

Under Ranpo's swollen and unhappy gaze, Haruka carried Yumeno Hisaku on her back.

"I have to take him back."

Knowing the incompatible "friendship" between Mori Ogai and his respected and beloved president, Ranpo would not make idiotic suggestions such as letting them stay overnight.

The last time Haruka was almost executed by Mori Ogai on the spot because he let Yosano Akiko go, even if Haruka didn't mention it, Ranpo could have guessed it.

If he stayed overnight again tonight, Haruka, who had just been promoted to a cadre, might be executed by an unknown leader who betrayed the organization.

The detective who hadn't played enough squinted his eyes and lay down again, grabbing snacks to surround himself.

After finishing these, Luanbu raised his hands and danced wildly a few times, counting it as saying goodbye.

"Excuse me tonight."

At the entrance, Haruka bowed and said goodbye to Fukuzawa Yukichi who sent him off.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded slightly.

With his martial artist's intuition, he could see that the young man in front of him was still a kind person.

However, judging from the other party's ability to keep up with Ranbu's strange and detached thinking, the other party must be more aware of the pros and cons of staying with Dr. Sen than he is.

From Fukuzawa Yukichi's furrowed brows, Haruka vaguely glimpsed his active mental activities.

Mr. Mori's scum is beyond doubt, but Haruka is not much better.

For example, coaxing the ignorant old man (former leader) to hand over his inheritance, using international friends (Mr. Anton) to settle personal grievances, teasing underage colleagues (Nakahara Chuya)...

It may be Aiwujiwu from the perspective of parents.

Edogawa Ranpo is a good boy, so his friend is also a good boy.

Thinking of this, Haruka recalled carefully.

People who can share snacks together are barely friends.

----

Soon after leaving Fukuzawa House, Yumeno Hisaku on Haruka's back fell into a deep sleep.

As a subordinate, he didn't feel ashamed to ask his superior to carry him back in person.

On the way back on foot, Haruka wondered where to spend the night.

It's funny to say that he also stayed in the port mafia for almost four years, but he didn't even have a real estate that really belonged to him.

The current options for overnight stays include: Mr. Mori's clinic, the staff dormitory that he has never lived in, and the chief's room that can be used as a floor.

Haruka: I don’t want to choose either.

The clinic must be dirty and smelly, pass.

The staff dormitory may encounter Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, too noisy, pass.

There is still Mr. Mori in the chief's room, and some cross-examination will be indispensable at that time, pass.

"Ugh."

Yao lamented, isn't there any suitable place for him to rest in the large port building?

Sneaking into the center of the five buildings, Haruka first retrieved the sleeping bag from the locker, found someone to take care of Kusaku Yumeno, and then walked to the building of Ozaki Momiji with the sleeping bag in his arms.

Quiet, won't be woken up by the sun the next day, and no one will bother you. When all the conditions are combined, only the torture room is eligible.

Relying on his status as a newly promoted cadre, Yao casually fooled the guard's younger brother with a few words, and entered smoothly.

Spread the sleeping bag on the stretcher, make sure everything is correct, slowly retract into the sleeping bag, and close your eyes.

A good night's dream.

the next day.

"How dare you fight against us, ha! Are you ready to be crushed by gravity?"

"It's quite loyal, I hope you can remember your current attitude in the future!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Early in the morning, the quiet and deserted torture room welcomed its first guests.

Shengsheng woke up Kiyose Haruka from his dream.

That's right, just waking up.

'I never expected that it was not a dream that woke me up in the morning, but Zhongyuan Zhongye's melodious and melodious drama. ' - Nicholas Haruka

Lying in the sleeping bag in a rigid sleeping position without moving, next to his ears was Zhongyuan Zhongye's "torture to extract a confession" that he thought was full of deterrence.

Haruka, who was fortunate enough to experience the real torture to extract a confession: it is not easy to be wrong to this extent.

The author has something to say:

#中也のtorture#

He turned his waist 180 degrees, his slender wrists were looming under the white shirt, his slender and powerful right leg was slightly raised, and in those blue eyes, there was a strange and violent emotion.

"Oh!"

The expensive handmade leather shoes fell on the side of his face, and his thin lips were slightly parted.

"Last time! That guy Dazai recorded the video of my horoscope, is it in your place!"

remote:……

I'm looking forward to it.

感谢在2020-10-1221:51:47~2020-10-1322:35:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dawn Sky 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 source of leisure;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!