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It was the voice of a little slug.

Osamu Dazai felt his heart beating thumpingly. He touched his chest lightly, and he could imagine that Zhong Yuanzhong was also drunk. He also loves wine like his life, and when he sees good wine, he stares straight at it and can't move his legs.

The little slug must be in a drunken frenzy right now, the whole person is limp and can't exert any strength, he must be cursing vaguely in his mouth, and then show two sharp little canine teeth, the exposed skin must be dotted with a touch of thin red .

Osamu Dazai used to especially like to tease Nakahara Chuya at this time, because he is the most real at this time, and when he is so angry that he can't speak, the ends of his long and narrow eyes will turn red, as if he is about to fall Like tears.

But Osamu Dazai seems to have never seen Nakahara Chuya cry.

Thinking of Zhongya Nakahara drinking casually outside, and then being drunk and cute by many people in the bar, Osamu Dazai couldn't help being upset.

He attributed this feeling to the fact that he didn't want to see his subordinates make a fool of himself in front of outsiders. After all, Gravity Envoys were used to deter the enemy, and this would indirectly lose the face of Mafia, the port.

He turned around and leaned against the edge of the table, and rang the call bell on the table. Akutagawa Yin walked in immediately, and Dazai Osamu pointed at the mobile phone with the other finger, signaling her to send someone to monitor the other party's signal.

Akutagawa Ginjaw took the lead. She continued to give orders to the monitoring department through the headset. She recalled the state of Osamu Dazai just now. Since the death of the Central Plains cadres, the young man who was more gloomy than ever had a smile on his mouth just now. A mocking laugh.

The young man's hair was too long to cover his eyes, and the bandaged eyes always gave people a sick feeling, and the other exposed iris eyes always looked at people with scrutiny, but just now, Akutagawa Gin could see a childlike joy in the leader's deep eyes.

Akutagawa Yin tried hard to find a suitable word, but she couldn't describe it. She was even a little curious about who else in this world could make Osamu Dazai express his sincerity besides the late Central Plains cadre.

Dazai Osamu's tone was calm and unwavering, he suppressed the slightest discomfort in his heart, as if nothing had happened, but the index finger that kept tapping on the table reflected his inner state, "...you are now where?"

Fujiwara Hiroki didn't have time to stop Nakahara Chuya, the red-haired boy cheered up again for some reason, he was obviously sleepy just now, but now he grabbed the bottle and took a few sips directly.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times with the movement of swallowing. The spicy wine made the boy frown, and some wet ocher hair stuck to the edge of his side cheeks. Under the light, it looked like some strange pattern Same.

"Dead mackerel... bastard Dazai..." Nakahara was still not quite awake, but he heard the deepest voice imprinted in his heart, thought it was in a dream, and suddenly got angry.

Coupled with the burning pain in his stomach, the crystal clear glass wine bottle became torn apart due to the sudden force of his hand. Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the pain and let go of his hand, and the fragments fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

It should be posted very close, and the sound of breathing at the end of the sentence can be heard clearly. Osamu Dazai listened carefully to Nakahara, and Nakahara scolded him repeatedly, continuously, as if there was a real relationship between them. It's like there is a deep hatred that cannot be shared.

So cute.

Osamu Dazai made this mouth shape, but he didn't make a sound, because he knew that the little slug would explode at a click, and he spoke in a soft voice that Nakahara Nakaya mocked as coaxing an ignorant girl, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, "Good... Chuya... where are you now... I'll pick you up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shuddered, the sticky and honeyed voice that broke into the ears seemed to be carrying a small electric current, numb from the ears to the soles of the feet.

"You fucking...go to hell!" Zhongyuan Zhong also really exploded. He felt that this dream was a bit disgusting to him. He first rubbed his ears, and then he clenched his hands into fists against his uncomfortable abdomen, resisting. Sudden nausea.

But this strong nausea came very violently, he stood up again holding the bar, pushed away Fujiwara Hiroki who was standing beside him, lowered his head and retched a few times in pain, his pretty eyebrows were tangled together.

Hiroki Fujiwara regretted making this call. He should have dialed "Sister Hongye". After listening to him for so long, he never thought that the boy would set the person he hated as an emergency contact, and he took a tissue from the side and handed it to him. Nakahara Chuya was a little pale.

Dazai Osamu caught the sound of vomiting over there, twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly reflected that something was wrong with his tone, he squeezed the space between his brows, and added as if concealing, "As a cadre of Mafia at the port, how dare you leave without permission?" Post, you will be severely punished!"

Just like how he provoked Chuya Nakahara every time he spoke out a long time ago, the little slug has a sense of up and down, and every time he says this, no matter how excessive he has done, he will be forgiven.

Obviously still living in this world, but he refused to return to Mafia, which made him a little flustered. Osamu Dazai straightened his collar and walked out of the room. He was already thinking about what kind of punishment to set up.

Nakahara Zhong also stared at the phone resentfully, his knife-like eyes seemed to want to poke a hole in the screen, but with his immature cheeks and blushing eyes, he couldn't be more serious, so he was silent for nearly 10 minutes, scratching I brushed my hair, then tied my head on the bar counter and fell asleep.

There is everything in the dream, he can beat him however he wants!

"Are you okay?" Fujiwara Hiroki looked at the young man who was fast asleep, and asked a question but no one responded, completely helpless.

The ochre-haired boy held the phone tightly on his chest, as if he was protecting some precious treasure. Every strand of hair scattered on his back was shiny. The boy slept soundly, and he would lick his mouth from time to time.

"..." He couldn't wake him up anymore, he felt that it would be very disturbing to wake up a sleeping person.

"...Chuya?" There was no more voice to speak, Osamu Dazai heard the faint sound of snoring, and knew that the drunk was asleep. This was the habit of the little slug after he was drunk. He didn't hang up the phone , but pressed the call bell again.

After such a long time, it should have located where the signal is.

"Where?" He put on the long black coat and red scarf that symbolized his identity, and Akutagawa Gin's figure was reflected in his eyes. He touched his lips and paused, "Let Atsushi-kun follow me."

The little man's voice was full of vigor, and his body should be fine. If he wanted to hit him while he was drunk, he would not be able to stand the fists and kicks of Hong Kong's number one physical master.

"Boss... We can't locate the location of the incoming call, and the people in the monitoring department have used their supernatural powers to find out the information."

Dazai Osamu stopped in front of him. He narrowed his sharp eyes and emphasized every word. He covered his lips and coughed muffledly, "What is unlocatable information?"

Another burst of noisy voices came from there. Osamu Dazai kept his mobile phone close to his ear, and heard an arrogant boy's voice, very close, and a crisp finger snap.

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