Social animals don't deserve love

"The patient's condition is not good, please family members be mentally prepared."

The receiving doctor quickly made a preliminary diagnosis on the sent patient, and shook his head regretfully looking at the girl's young and beautiful profile.

Doctors can only cure the disease, not the life... Well, in fact, even if the disease is painful, they can't do much for the patient. The accurate expression should be "to make the patient not suffer too much".

Is she too young to be an adult?

When the nurse was connected to the life support system, she secretly flipped over the welts on the girl's back, and the pink spots on her fair skin created a sadistic beauty—but it was disgusting and disgusting.

Because that is the torture that is savagely raised on the weak.

"how come?!"

Chuya Nakahara grabbed the doctor by the collar and threatened him, but Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes: "What are the symptoms?"

"Failure, there is no way to explain it. Sometimes the human body is like this. Suddenly one day it stops functioning, and then death comes. Of course we will do our best to rescue, but the situation is not optimistic. Whether we can save it depends largely on the patient. One's own survival **."

No longer spending time on people who were not in critical condition, he pulled out the collar that was being held by the orange-haired boy, and strode into the ICU where the red light was on: "I'll be right there, in isolation suit, ready for rescue."

Unexplained exhaustion...?

Osamu Dazai lifted the ossuary jar that Chuya Nakahara was holding in his arms and took a look. No matter what kind of person he was before he was alive - man or woman, young or old, poor or rich, strong or weak, even race or nationality After death, it is just a piece of inorganic residue after oxidation reaction.

Physically eliminate all possible clue information left behind.

If he hadn't seen Lan Tang dead with his own eyes, he would definitely have doubted whether she did this out of personal affection and wanted to let this man die.

Yada Fubuki is an ordinary person without supernatural powers, everyone knows this, otherwise Mori Ogai would not have found another way to develop her "other usages".

There is no power that can turn the situation around, and the ambushes around the dock are all the direct descendants of the leader. It should be a coincidence that the phone rang. He raised his eyes, and the black lizard who was in charge of putting out the fire replied that the building belonging to Lan Tang was indeed found in the building after the fire. Textile residue.

The evidence chain is complete... There is no need to continue to entangle in the pursuit of this matter.

"Mr. Dazai, Boss requests you to bring Ms. Fubuki back to the headquarters as soon as possible."

Even though Guangjin Liulang was still respectful and cautious towards a young man who was almost as old as his grandson, it was probably this caution that allowed him to survive the two dynasties.

The black-haired boy glanced at the flashing red light on the door frame of the emergency room: "Well... I think so too, the problem is that Fuxue's side is not doing well."

The voice on the other side became tense: "Did Miss Fuxue have an accident?"

"Probably because of excessive grief, Luohua always wants to flow into Wangyang with the flowing water, so he is giving first aid. You send someone to this address to guard, and I will go back to see Mr. Sen."

He hung up the phone, and took the bone jar from Zhongyuan Zhongye: "Take it away, this thing can probably get her life back."

He didn't want to let go, but after hearing what he said, the orange-haired boy decisively let go of the jar: "I'll stay here and wait for news, this old man..."

"Maybe it's a lover from the past?" It's quite interesting to make him misunderstand.The blue eyes are round and big, like a dog who knows it has done something wrong. It is pitiful and cute. When you kick it, it will whimper and hide in the corner to hide. After a few days, it will not admit defeat and pounce on it again.

Back to PortMafia to report the matter to Mori Ou Foreign Exchange, the middle-aged man rubbed his eyes hard, and managed to squeeze out a drop of crocodile tears: "Fubuki, the child is so emotional, he doesn't look like a PortMafia at all. I I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing to bring her into the night... Sigh, it can be regarded as fulfilling the relationship between her and Mr. Lan Tang in the past few years, you go and clean up for them."

The so-called clean-up... actually means a thorough search of Lantang's private house, which was originally supposed to be done by Yada Fubuki, but now handed over to Osamu Dazai is nothing more than a signal to the outside world-the authority of the new leader cannot be challenged, and the victor is against the loser Deprivation of possessions.

Dazai didn't think he could find any meaningful information.If Lantang hides the key information from Fubuki Yada, there is no way to find the residence. If Lantang does not intend to hide this matter to death, is Fubuki Yada willing to be so obedient and let Mori Ogai's affairs go smoothly? ?

She can find out the truth and rush to the seaside dock by herself, so why can't she destroy those materials in advance.

The most ironic thing is... Yada Fubuki is the "survivor" of the ancestors. On the surface, no one in the organization dares to disrespect him. This matter was brought up by Mori Ogai himself.Right now, even if he wants to put her in the torture room for interrogation, he still has to consider the feelings of the ancestors.

Lan Tang dug the grave of the ancestors and manipulated the corpses. Regardless of whether it was "rebellion" or not, it must be defined as "rebellion".

"The calculation is really accurate, and there is no mistake in one step."

Sure enough, the black-haired boy who only found some small files that didn't hurt or itch laughed secretly in his heart. Fortunately, she was always tolerant to him, otherwise she would hardly be able to sleep well with such an enemy hidden by her side.

Although he didn't sleep well at first, the hospital bed in the treatment room was really good, and the sound of the girl's footsteps walking around outside could make him fall into a deep sleep after a while.

Soon, the current leader identified the "resurrection of the ancestors" incident as a provocation of the authority of the ancestor party headed by quasi-cadre Lan Tang. On the list provided by the intelligence cadres, one-third of the names were instantly reduced, and the remaining Two-thirds of them all shrink their heads and tails and behave in a low-key manner.

Two weeks later, knowing that Yada Fubuki was finally able to sit up from the hospital bed, Mori Ogai immediately ordered Dazai Osamu to take her to persuade the former leader of "Sheep", Nakahara, to join PortMafia.

"Rage God", this "weapon" capable of overturning the world, he must hold tightly in his hand.

Dazai Osamu was not as obedient as Lan Tang before his memory was restored, and he just sent someone to pick up the girl from the hospital in a car, and counted the days to pull people to create a chance encounter in front of the "Mr. Lan Tang's Tombstone".

It's not too easy for a professional afia to keep an eye on the movements of a loose underage organization.

"Except for documents, materials, information, related computers, electronic recording equipment, guns and weapons, everything else is left to you. Whether it's a house, books, or artwork, even though you are a quasi-cadre, you definitely have a lot of income. , Enough Fubuki, you buy crabs every day for me to eat!"

I don't think it's wrong to ask other people's "wife" to spend other people's "inheritance" to support myself in front of other people's "tombstone".

this!This is too shameless!

However, a certain person is still complacently expressing his basic skills, so don't worry about it.

Compared with the leader named Mori, Osamu Dazai can only be evaluated as a cute baby.

"That's enough, Dazai. It was my fault for not noticing Mr. Lantang's rebellion in time, so you don't need to repeat it."

Kneeling on the grass, the girl who put down a red rose in front of the tombstone carefully touched the rough stone slab in front of her, and the sharp-edged pseudonym engraved a strange-sounding name on it.

His name is not Lan Tang, his name is Rimbaud.From the beginning to the end, it was nothing more than the sympathy and pity of an adult man for the unfortunate girl, and this love, which could not be distinguished as love, has now been completely buried deep in the ground along with the smooth and round bone jar.

"Let's go, the wind here is a bit cold."

Spring has not yet arrived, and the wind on the seaside cape is getting stronger and stronger, blowing away her long hair draped over her shoulders.

"Sister Fuxue!" The orange-haired boy stopped her from leaving: "You don't seem to be having a good time, you, do you want to be with me, I can take care of you..."

"Hey——! What kind of nonsense is the puppy who can't protect itself? You don't know that Fubuki is the adopted daughter of the leader of PortMafia, right? Pry my corner!"

The black-haired boy suddenly became unwilling, and Dazai Osamu, who had just tilted the corner of the "deceased" senior in front of him, waved his hands to separate Nakahara Nakaya and Yada Fubuki: "Go back and be your shepherd dog, Fubuki is Mr. Mori who promised to give you My booty is none of your business."

"You! You—!" He was almost about to explode in anger: "What do you think of living people?"

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand from his pocket, but was held back by a pale girl: "Chuya, can we talk later, please, I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now."

The girl who just got off the hospital bed yesterday gathered the oversized shawl tightly wrapped around her shoulders: "Dazai, I'll go down first, you can do whatever you want."

She actually left without looking back, Osamu Dazai proudly grunted at Nakahara, and followed behind bouncing down the cliff.

This scene was seen by the "sheep" and "gss" who were ambushing far away, and they sat firmly in the fact that Zhongye Zhongye "betrayed" and fell to PortMafia.

"You still have a first aid kit with you?" Osamu Dazai, who sent her back to the car, watched the girl order someone to flatten the back seat to take out the equipment and medicine. The girl nodded: "Well, it will be used in the middle school, you go and bring him here. It's almost time."

He whistled: "It's terrible, facing the little short-legged dog who killed his lover, you really don't want to cut more organs that shouldn't be cut!"

The sharp scalpel cut across the cold light in front of her eyes, and she pulled out a soulless smile: "Spring is coming, do you need me to solve the little troubles of stray cats for you?"

That's it.

The young man waved his hand behind him resentfully: "Follow me and complete the task assigned by the boss."

A group of men in black followed him with weapons in hand.