Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

The Port Mafia, the largest organization in the world in Yokohama.

Since the private doctor Mori Ogai came to power a few years ago, the power of the port mafia has gradually developed under his leadership.However, because the leaders of the previous generations frantically ordered their subordinates to purchase arms, massacre civilians, and scatter the internal funds of the organization like running water, so to be honest, the internal funds of the organization are currently in a state of serious shortage. Less, but that can't be eaten as a meal.

Even because of the constraints of funds, many plans of the current leader, Mori Ogai, cannot be implemented, which is really quite distressing.

So, of course.

Because of the death of a rich supernatural person, he left a fortune of 5000 billion yuan without a destination. In order to compete for this money, various organizations from the other world began to fight openly and secretly for several months— —

Funds are scarce, but the port mafia with sufficient personnel and ammunition reserves will naturally not be left behind.

As time progressed, the intensified war finally alarmed the Japanese government. In order to stop this massive fight in the world, they brought in a man named Shibusawa Ryuhiko with special abilities.

I wanted to rely on the opponent's ability to quell the turmoil.

But it never occurred to him that this guy named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had neither principle nor order in his mind, but deliberately provoked additional conflicts, spreading the civil strife that was originally limited to the inner world to the whole world with the force of a prairie fire. Throughout Yokohama, countless civilians were also involved.

The ground was stained red with blood, and even the air was polluted by the smell of gunpowder smoke and rust. The children on the side of the road fell to the ground, and their cries could not reach their parents' ears, and the desperate calls of the elderly could not find their flesh and blood. .

The economy collapsed, the unemployment rate reached an unprecedented peak, and the ugliness of human nature exposed in order to survive subverted people's imagination.

This is the so-called [leading war], and after a whole year, the negative impact has not subsided.

In the end, Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia who regarded Yokohama as everything in his life, couldn't bear such a loss, and sent two people with supernatural powers to drive Shibusawa Tatsuhiko out of Yokohama.

This bloody dispute was finally subsided.

No one is a winner at such a tragic sacrifice.

If we have to say who wins in the end, it will only be the port mafia who survived to the end.

They successfully took away that huge property. Under the premise that other organizations have wasted their energy and personnel in vain, the port mafia will recover and expand at a speed dozens of times in the past, and become Yokohama's leader of the night. Lord of the world.

At that time, under the orders of Mori Ogai, the two superhuman beings who were sent to deal with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko also became famous in that battle.

——That was dubbed [Double Black], and became a notorious and feared partner in the world.

……

Silent night.

In Yokohama, on an inconspicuous corner of a certain street, a bar is still operating normally, and the signboard that says Lupin glows dimly, attracting customers casually.

"Humph...humph~"

There were no customers in the bar, only a 17-year-old boy was wearing a dark suit and a long coat over his shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bar with his legs crossed.

He hummed an incoherent tune, flipped through the magazine whose cover was called Imperial Literature, and read the articles in it several times.

"Huh? Good evening, Dazai."

With a creak, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and the man who walked in along the stairs had short reddish-brown hair and stubble on his face, looking a bit decadent.

He saw the young man sitting on the edge of the bar at a glance, and walked over to say hello familiarly, "You came unexpectedly early today."

"Because I skipped work."

The boy called Dazai turned his head, revealing that handsome face with a strange bandage over his right eye.

He said this in a cheerful and uplifting tone, a bright smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he tilted his head by the way. His slightly curly black hair made him look a little furry, and only his left eye was exposed. The color of kite looks harmless to humans and animals, but a trace of unfathomable cold darkness grows deep in his eyes.

He is Dazai Osamu, a member of the two blacks, who made a big splash in the dragon head war a year ago, and then smoothly became a cadre of the port mafia together with his partner Zhongya Nakahara, who was also a hero.

Because he is a few months younger than his partner, he is also known as the [youngest cadre] in history.

"That's right." Oda Saku, or the man whose full name is Oda Sakunosuke, was not surprised by the boy's words, and replied very calmly, then raised his hand slightly, and ordered a glass of wine with the bar owner, "No Excuse me, please give me a glass of tomato juice."

"Don't you drink?" Dazai put down the journal in his hand, and poked the spherical ice cube in the glass of whiskey in front of him enthusiastically.

"No, I drive and can't drink."

"Eh?" Dazai opened his eyes wide, "Did Odasaku actually buy a car? On the premise that the wallet is tight every month?"

"It's the car of the owner of the curry shop. He lent it to me this morning and wanted me to stop by after get off work to help him pick up tomorrow's goods."

"I see, that's how it is." Osamu Dazai nodded pretendingly.

Odasaku's tomato juice was quickly brought over, the man picked it up and took a sip, then spoke very naturally: "How is your work recently? Is it going well?"

"It's boring as usual, either it's a shootout at biu~biu~biu, or going to the torture room to torture, my subordinates are all idiots, they have to ask me about everything, it's a headache, and they always have to write reports , Ahhh, it’s such a simple thing, I have to rack my brains to write a thousand words, I feel like I’m going to die from overwork, is this the daily life of social animals?”

Obviously always leave the report to his partner to write, Dazai, the habitual fisherman, put his face on the bar counter, mumbling and complaining childishly.

"Really, that was really hard work." Oda Saku didn't refute at all, and believed it easily, "Aren't you already a cadre? Can you find a direct subordinate to help you do these things?"

"No, no, no." Dazai waved his hand feebly, "Since a year ago, I don't know how many subordinates I have changed. They are either not smart enough, or not strong enough, and completely unsatisfactory. I don't even count on them. My brain can keep up with my pace, but it's outrageous if I don't even have enough combat power."

"Sure enough, there are still too few people with supernatural abilities, let alone combat supernatural abilities. Ah, it would be great if Odasaku was willing to come and apply for the job."

"Subordinates who are cadres must kill people, right?"

"Yes, so you will definitely not come over to help me." Dazai replied, squinting his eyes like a careless cat, lying on the table.

"Well, I'm sorry, Dazai." Odasaku nodded, then drank the tomato juice in one gulp, "By the way, what have you been watching recently?"

He glanced at the magazine in Dazai's hand, "...Imperial Literature? You seem to be buying magazines every month recently."

"Because I found a very interesting work!" At the mention of an interesting topic, Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the bar counter and pretending to be dead, immediately sat up straight, and happily raised the magazine in his hand, "The article I saw by chance, It's so interesting, haven't you seen Oda Saku?"

"I'm a little surprised. I didn't expect you, Dazai, to be interested in literature... Even I can't help being curious, can you let me see it?"

"Of course, here, on this page, Mr. Yanagawa Ryunosuke's works are regularly contributed to one article every month, and I have collected them all."

Odasaku took it over.

The title of the first article in the entry is "Rashomon".

The length is not too long, it is a short story suitable for publication in a magazine, and the background is also very interesting. In a society that has already entered the modern age, this short article is a rare one that uses the old Japanese society as the background.

It takes only a few minutes to read.

However, Sakunosuke Oda watched the ending and was dumbfounded.

"Hey, Odasaku, have you recovered—?"

"Ah, yes."

The man with short reddish-brown hair nodded.

"There are others, scroll down."

Oda continued to turn a page, and then he realized that this magazine was torn apart and stitched together. Except for the imperial literature on the cover, the following ones were publications of new thoughts. Became a red bird publication.

They are all well-known magazines in Yokohama.

The author who submitted the article under the name "Ryunosuke Yanagawa" does not seem to be a regular contributor to a certain company, and he publishes articles here and there. Oda Tsukuru looked at the page number in the lower corner, and every magazine put his work on it. the earlier part.

The short ones are thousands of words like "Rashomon", "Orange" and "Nose", and the longer ones are as long as [-] to [-] words like "Hell Change", but without exception, the delicate and unique descriptions are full of humor and jokes , with shocking reality in the absurdity.

The exposure of darkness, pessimism, and human nature, coupled with the bold approach that completely subverts the tradition, and the particularly thorough grasp of the reader's psychology are the highlights. The thickness of the writing and the use of words are even more amazing. It also highlights the vast amount of knowledge reserves of the author.

In Japan, where the literary world is empty, such outstanding and shocking works are really rare.

"Ryunosuke Yanagawa, is that the pen name of a literary master?"

"No." Osamu Dazai shook his head with a smile, "Mr. Yanagawa only started submitting manuscripts a year ago."

"A year ago?" Oda Saku thought for a while, "I remember, it happened to be the period of the Dragon Head War?"

He flipped through it again, and praised sincerely: "Is this kind of work born after seeing the phenomenon of dragon head wars? He is really a remarkable person, and he is probably also a gentle person."

"Gentle?" Dazai asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because he can see sad things, and he can only write such works if he can empathize with them."

"I think this is an article he wrote early in the morning. It can be seen that there are slight changes in the details of the writing style of different articles, although I don't know why it has not been published." Dazai smiled and held his cheeks. "But it's pretty remarkable, isn't it?"

"Even I couldn't help becoming addicted to it, obviously I didn't like reading books before." Dazai folded his hands together, his eyes sparkled, as if they were full of starlight.

Oda Saku: "That being said, it seems that the older Japanese do not read very often, but quite a few young people are reading light novels."

"Ah, those works are all about justice, innocent and honest protagonists are so boring, justice must win, love love love, it is not real at all, it is as dull as utopia, think about it this way, I don't like reading It's not my fault."

Dazai said it as a matter of course, and then thought about it: "I don't know why the Japanese literary world is always much duller than other countries... Is the atmosphere wrong? Well, although I am not interested, except for the current Yanagawa gentlemen."

"As if obsessed with Mr. Yanagawa's works... Because Mr. Yanagawa will not be fixed in a certain company to submit articles, nor will he be fixed at a certain time, so every month I have to spare time to go to major magazines and newspapers. Finding new works is really a troublesome and enjoyable problem."

Dazai clutched his chest exaggeratedly, with a childish expression on his face:

"Such emotions have never existed before for me."

"So, I specifically sought information on Mr. Yanagawa, and I really want to know what kind of person the other party is."

Oda Saku returned the magazine in his hand to the other party, "Isn't that bad? This is considered an invasion of privacy, Dazai."

"But, but, but, but—"

Osamu Dazai dragged his tone like a baby: "I want to meet him, what kind of existence is a person who writes works that can touch even me? Act like you met by chance, and then get to know Mr. Yanagawa as a matter of course!"

"Well, what then? You should have already acted, right?"

"Yes, we have already taken action, but we failed at the first step." Dazai suddenly became displeased, "I couldn't find anyone."

"Can't find it?"

"Ryunosuke Yanagawa is just a pseudonym. The mailing address of the submission is fake, and all of them are sent from different mailboxes in different regions. There is no way to determine the residence of Mr., and the submission avoids the camera. There is no possibility of finding it. It is the candidate of the husband, and even the email address of the husband dug out from the magazine is fake-it is replaced every day! The card for the remittance fee is also an anonymous card on the black market."

"Obviously a writer, but so cautious."

"What a mysterious Mr. Yanagawa."

Ding--

Osamu Dazai held the wine glass and shook it.

The spherical ice cubes in the glass collided and made a crisp sound.

At the same time, it was the boy's upturned mouth, his kite-colored eyes that seemed to be filled with starlight, and the dark essence surging in the depths of his eyes.

"It makes me want to see him more and more."

……

A three-coloured cat nestled in a corner shook its ears, looked up at them slightly, tilted its head, wondering what it was thinking, and then nestled back again.

The author has something to say: Do not bring real people into the delusional setting of the human design combined with the three dimensions~

The radical mustard chef in the future (if you don’t use the three-dimensional setting, it’s completely unjustifiable!) Dazai: [Japanese literary world, I don’t know why, it’s always much duller than other countries]

Literary: Blame me! (tears streaming down my face.jpg)

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