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The text message alert sounded, and Nakahara took out his phone from his pocket, and looked down.

Dazai Osamu didn't express much surprise either, he held the shopping bag in one hand, stood still and looked at the ocher-haired cadre who was checking the information, there was an imperceptible tenderness in his drooping eyelids.

It's just a pity that I just bought the ingredients. If there are no boring things to disturb, he and the little slug will definitely have a good day.

However, there is no need to worry too much about what has happened. Osamu Dazai believes that it will be even better when they go back. At that time, the little slug who was a cadre must have all eyes on him.

"There is a situation. According to this location... it should be in the old abandoned factory before." Nakahara stroked the hair on his forehead to the back of his head. Show it to Osamu Dazai, "So why did I bring you along."

There is a supplementary sentence below, the two of them went to "pick up the goods" together.

On the surface, it is worried that one person will not be able to complete the task, but the hidden meaning is not difficult to guess after a little thought. It can be said that the black-clothed organization behind Gin has not concealed its true intentions at all.

The trap has been laid, just need to see if they jump or not.

"People are not as stupid as a silly little slug, and of course you can tell at a glance who is really making the decision."

Compared with the teasing in the past, it is more teasing now, even Osamu Dazai didn't realize that at this moment his eyes are full of the bright boy named Nakahara Chuya.

The originally dark eyes of the kite are like honey mixed in, if you accidentally look at it, you will immediately indulge in overwhelming affection.

Nakahara didn't speak either, just put his hands in his pockets as usual, but every inch of skin under the thin coat became tense, and it was rare that he didn't immediately refute Osamu Dazai's words.

Osamu Dazai noticed that Nakahara also made a movement of touching his head. Sometimes he would make such a small movement when he was serious. Sometimes Osamu Dazai didn't know why he would notice such small details.

He took a step ahead and covered the top of the ochre-haired boy's head with his palm, and rubbed it twice in a comforting manner. The neatly combed hair became messy in an instant, and his voice was low, "With your gravity, you are afraid that something will happen to me." ?"

He never expected Osamu Dazai to make such a move. Nakahara Chuya exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The temperature on the top of his head did not belong to him and the complete trust in the mouth of the dead mackerel. He can't accept it.

He took a few steps back suddenly, and at the same time, he used his fingers to stroke the hair that had been stroked. He was only stunned for a second, and immediately glared at him viciously, "Talking!"

He was arrogant, his eyebrows and eyes were full of viciousness, but the pink on his fair cheeks revealed his master's emotions.

Although it was not the dim environment of last time, the surroundings were quiet, and the old buildings covered with mottled and rusty spots were like vicious beasts that ate people, making people fearful.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't look sideways, facing the scene in front of him without fluctuation, his ice blue eyes scanned all the people or things that might appear around him.

Both he and Dazai Osamu had hidden locators and a communicator to contact Kudo Shinichi. It can be said that they were the only two of them on the surface, but in fact there were many participants in this operation.

There was still no one around, only uneven buildings. Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, his tone full of impatience, "...he wants you to fetch things, right in front."

That's where the divergence of the operation lies.

It is obviously impossible for Nakahara to agree to this request. Even though Osamu Dazai is much smarter than ordinary people, he still has to make some sacrifices in order to achieve his goals.

This kind of sacrifice may be physical, and a task that also exists in the Central Plains is to prevent unnecessary harm to the leader.

The footsteps Dazai Osamu had just stepped on stopped, and the arc of the corner of his mouth spread out. He spread both hands, indicating that there was no problem, but the interest in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Just at such a short distance, if I speak a little louder, you can hear me."

He meant to go.

The temperament of the black-haired leader settled down again, and the majesty exaggerated day after day in the port mafia returned to the teenage boy, retracting freely.

Although he still disagreed, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say much, but the moment the dead mackerel walked around the corner, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling from above his head.

It was a reinforced concrete pipe used for construction, with a diameter of about one meter. Such a weight dropped from such a height would bring enough impact to crush an adult, not to mention that these pipes seemed to be lined up one after another. tumbled down.

With such a long distance, it is almost impossible to rescue the young man unscathed. For Chuya Nakahara before his supernatural powers recovered, the most likely result would be him rushing past. It is also pressed down by the pipe.

But Nakahara Chuya's supernatural ability has been restored. He is the gravity user of the port mafia, not an ordinary student of the ice emperor academy.

Osamu Dazai stood there quietly, as if he was too frightened by the scene in front of him to move, he slowly turned his gaze, and met Gin who was ambushing on the top floor of the building next door, his excitement couldn't be concealed The feeling was completely exposed in front of the enemy.

Before this, no cooperation and utilization, Gin never bothered to deal with a person who he thought was going to die. The moment Zhongya and Osamu Dazai walked in, he had already stepped into the range of being sniped .

Even if these two brats called the police, he was confident that these two hidden dangers would be resolved before the police arrived.

A storm gradually built up between Gin's eyebrows. He looked at the incredible scene in front of him, and his calm mood so far fluctuated, as if he was wondering, "...magic?"

However, everyone present knew that this was beyond the scope of magic.

The ochre-haired boy charged forward like a god with infinite power. His speed was so fast that the corners of his clothes made the sound of hunting, leaving only a red afterimage.

The expected blood splatter did not appear on the spot, Nakahara Chuya jumped up before touching Dazai Osamu, countless fine lines were cracked from his feet, he just raised his thin arms, those with ordinary people can't bear it The weight is suspended in the air like a light balloon.

Just like the tricks performed by a magician in an amusement park to deceive children, if it weren't for this kind of scene, Gin must have felt that the magic was very successful.

His face became gloomy, and those genuine pipes, as if they had been severely injured, turned into powder before his eyes, and under the sunlight passing through the corner, they scattered and spread around.

The movement over there could be heard clearly through the earphones, and Vodka could see it more clearly from the sniper|gun. He swallowed a bit and stuttered, "Brother? What's going on?" What the hell?

Gin's voice was cold, "Shut up!"

It is said that the scene was tense and there was a little bit of indecency, because no one paid attention to the negotiating party, it was like playing a game.

Koye Ozaki still had exquisite makeup, not only her, but even the subordinates she brought didn't have the slightest oppressive atmosphere, fully showing her contempt for this negotiation.

Tang Ben suppressed his anger, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Your port mafia has been taking over this area for a long time, and it is enough for such a long time. Now you have no gravity envoys in charge, and the leader is also missing. This hot potato Just leave it to us!"

It seems that the port mafia has no other people.

The big knife in Ozaki Koye's hand was already hungry and thirsty, she covered her lips and smiled, and adjusted a more comfortable posture, "Boss Domoto, I'll leave these places to you, are you in charge?"

There was no euphemism at all, Koye Ozaki's tone was close to directly saying "Are you worthy?" In fact, her sneer before speaking had fully expressed her disdain, and it was enough to arouse the anger in the hearts of both parties.

"you………"

Almost at the same moment, the supernatural power users on both sides took action, and Ozaki Momiji's goal of coming forward has been achieved. This time, the lemon ikebana is free, and it is no surprise that it is another feast of fireworks.

Koyo Ozaki looked at the tragic scene of the other party: "The damage caused inside the port mafia will be deducted from the salary of Lemon Flower!"

She was a little bored, complaining about those two irresponsible people in her heart, when she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Long time no see, big sister, and everyone!" Zhong Yuanzhong also appeared in front of everyone in a way that was unimaginable to everyone present, so abrupt that no one could notice the slightest difference.

A person who had been confirmed dead reappeared, just like a long time ago, Koyo Ozaki completely ignored Dazai Osamu who was beside Nakahara Chuya, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Your vacation is long enough." It was an explanation for their disappearance.

The slender and well-proportioned legs stepped on the broken wall, and the dust suspended in the surrounding air seemed to be isolated by something invisible, with an ominous scarlet color, as if in two completely different different spaces.

Even if he was wearing the obedient student system that didn't fit his status, no one dared to say anything. After all, he was the famous Gravity Messenger, and he was alive.

Osamu Dazai unbuttoned one more button on his collar, he felt that his clothes were a little tight.

The change brought about by coming back is the recovery of his body. The clothes he was wearing before are no longer suitable for his current height, but the current situation seems to be... There does not seem to be such a problem.

Of course...and the ingredients in his hand.

The leader of the dignified port mafia was actually carrying a shopping bag that was seriously inconsistent with his temperament. Dazai Osamu did not ignore the surprised expressions of the people around him, and his face was still unpredictable.

Domoto stayed where he was. He recalled the fear of being dominated by Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Chuya back then, and he couldn't believe it. "Aren't you dead?"

"I heard that you guys made a lot of tricks when I was away?" The tone of his voice rose obviously, full of serious threats, and Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his fingers in cooperation, and his joints made a cautious sound, and the stern aura made everyone present chill to the bone.

Domoto: Your mother's Osamu Dazai!Your mother | Killing chickens and monkeys!

On that day, everyone knew that Osamu Dazai, the leader of the port mafia, had an affair with Nakahara Nakahara, the force of gravity.

In order to be able to live their own two-person world well, they first let the gravitational force fake death in front of everyone, and then Osamu Dazai sneaked out of the port mafia and lived a shameless life of buying vegetables and cooking, and they were still dressed as lovers.

Everyone in the port mafia: "??? Don't the leader and Mr. Zhongyuan want you to die?"

Port mafia hostile forces: "md, your circle is really chaotic, these two people are really insidious and cunning! Xiu En loves to die fast!"

Extra Story: The First Cookie

"Boss, the riots on West Street have been suppressed. As far as the current situation is concerned, they will be eradicated soon." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the materials in his hand seriously, and when he mentioned "riots" Suddenly, a trace of contempt flashed across the ice-blue pupils.

It's just a group of mobs who dare to challenge the majesty of the port Mafia?He only dared to show his face while they were away. Now that they are back, it is time to settle the score.

The ocher-haired cadre returned to his original appearance, wearing a straight retro suit, holding materials in one hand, showing his slender white forearm, and giving a report seriously.

Only Osamu Dazai knew that just standing there could make him feel extremely at ease, that is, at this time, his mind didn't have to run fast to think about problems.

Osamu Dazai breathed a long and relaxed breath invisibly, and the sunlight shone directly into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, dispelling the darkness and gloom accumulated for a long time, leaving only brightness and warmth.

He propped up his chin with one hand, tilted his cheek slightly, and motioned the red-haired cadre to move closer.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara Nakaya frowned slightly, put away the materials, and walked forward, thinking that Osamu Dazai had something else to explain.

In his opinion, it would be best to defeat those people in one fell swoop to achieve deterrence, but it would be best if some tricks were used to make them play a greater role.

Across a desk, Nakahara could see a faint smile on Osamu Dazai's pale face. He was stunned for a moment, walked around the desk to the position on his right, and bent slightly , "Is there something wrong?"

This is the distance they are most accustomed to. In the past, no matter what the occasion was, Nakahara would always stand very close behind Dazai Osamu, not only to deter others, but also to protect this leader with poor physical skills from being attacked. Assassinate.

Although Chuya Nakahara's personal evaluation of Osamu Dazai is still not very good, there is no doubt that Mafia is developing towards a good trend in all aspects under the leadership of this person.

"Don't worry about those people, Chuya~" Osamu Dazai hugged the slender waist of the ocher-haired officer, rubbed his cheek like a cat, and felt the unique fragrance of the ocher-haired officer, the kite-colored Eyes narrowed comfortably, "I'm so tired!"

There was no time to dodge, and Nakahara was brought into Dazai Osamu's arms. He first raised the folder in his hand a little higher to avoid the hard edges and corners from hurting the black-haired leader, and pushed his chest with the other hand .

"It's working time now!" Nakahara Chuya skillfully appeared a "#" sign on his forehead, and his cheeks were a little flushed.

He could feel the mackerel firmly clamping his thighs with his own legs, and the furry head was rubbing against his neck, and he could only use his anger to cover up his shame.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said, "And I've been dealing with accumulated business these days, but you, as the leader, don't do anything at all!"

Osamu Dazai ignored it, because his head was buried in the chest of the cadre with red hair, his voice was muffled, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction with desire that only Dazai himself knew, "Sleep in my room today or in your room?"

Yes, although their affairs have been made public within the port of Mafia, but Osamu Dazai regrets that this little man still abides by the damn rules and refuses to get close to him.

You can see it, but you can't eat it.

Zhongya Zhongyuan... Zhongya Zhongyuan was extremely embarrassed. He was afraid that some cadres would come in at this moment. In fact, no matter who saw him, he would not be able to accept it. But the dead mackerel was obviously not worried about this matter, so he could only say viciously, " You go back to sleep in your room, and I go back to sleep in mine!"

…………

That night, someone seemed to hear unknown curses coming from the Central Plains cadre's room, and someone saw the leader walking out of the Central Plains cadre's room the next day with a smile on his face.

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Mainly write some extra episodes of double black

Extra Story: The Second Cookie

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat up, his ocher hair became very messy due to last night's chaos, and a few locks even stuck to his face. He stared blankly ahead, still in a state of not reacting.

The broken glass was overturned on the carpet, and the red liquid in it was undoubtedly poured out, adding a dullness to the light-colored carpet, which looked extraordinarily abrupt.

The clothes that had been taken off were scattered on the ground next to the bed, and the wine red shirt that was neatly put on yesterday was lying pitifully in the corner. It seemed that it had been treated badly, and the buttons on it collapsed around.

Eyes full of madness and chaos.

Zhongyuan Zhong's brain, which was also a mess, finally woke up a little bit.

He seems to have drank some new red wine yesterday. He only planned to taste the taste, but he didn't expect the stamina to be a bit strong. He felt slightly drunk after only a few sips, and then...

Dead mackerel relied on his superb lockpicking skills to open the locked door. Relying on his status as the leader, no one dared to stop him and openly broke into his bedroom.

Nakahara also suspected that Osamu Dazai was a thief in his previous life, and all his skills were focused on picking locks, so that he has not forgotten his old profession in this life.

After all, in order to protect the confidential information in the hands of the cadres, the complexity of his locks is also one of the best in the port of Mafia.

As a result, only a crisp "click" sound was heard at that time, Nakahara also turned his head, and saw Dazai Osamu's cheek with a hateful smile, his kite-colored eyes were a little bright, and then called him in a voice that made him sick. name……

………………

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled up his legs and wanted to get up, but suddenly his movements froze, he gritted his back molars viciously, and his ice blue eyes almost burst into flames.

That bastard just left!

The damned mackerel is gone and still uses this way to show his presence!

His chest heaved violently a few times, but his body was still extremely stiff... At this moment, the Central Plains had already had the dangerous idea of ​​changing the dynasty of the port Mafia.

He was very unhappy, and his heart was still a little stuffy. Looking at the messy room, he looked away in boredom, picked up a white shirt that was huddled up on the bed that did not belong to him, and put it on.

The clothes were a whole circle too big, and they were loose when worn on the body, barely covering the thighs. Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled up the extra cuffs, and he lowered his eyes and cursed in a low voice.

There was a push and pull sound from the bathroom door, and he raised his eyes coldly, in response to the reputation.

The black-haired leader wiped his hair with a towel, and walked out barefoot. Crystal drops of water dripped down his hair, and then flowed down his white chest, leaving a wet line, and finally disappeared into the The waist of the towel.

The morning sun shines on his face through the window screen, as well as the corners of his lips that are slightly raised and full of satisfaction.

"You're awake!"

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changed to tired

感谢在2021-02-2815:26:08~2021-03-0400:41:21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 irrigates the nutrient solution:|▍Happiness brings 5 ​​bottles of Qianqian;

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