I'll retire when I'm done

"...A bounty of tens of billions is just the price of a pair of eyes?...Hey, this is too exaggerated, let alone the other things, is there really someone in Yokohama who can pay so much money? Even Mr. Mori, you can’t do it yourself, you can’t get [-] million, it’s still Japanese yen.”

"It's obviously talking about the highest reward on the black market, but suddenly it's about me? Dazai-kun is too good!"

"Because Mr. Mori really has nothing to respect...even as a leader."

The one who responded was a thin young man sitting on the table lazily swinging his feet, with soft black curly hair, handsome and beautiful pale facial features, and a slender and thin body wrapped in bandages, no matter how he looked at it, he was fragile A harmless and even lovable sick and beautiful boy.

Mori Ogai raised his head from a pile of messy documents and scratched his head. Standing not far away was Osamu Dazai who was concentrating on reading the intelligence information. After a while, he sighed: "...Although I know what you said is the truth, But I still hope you can be a little more polite, Dazai-kun?"

Osamu Dazai ignored Mori Ogai's pathetic complaints and flipped through the documents in his hand.

"But this amount is indeed astonishing. If the amount and content of the reward are true, there must be a next round of melee soon."

He stacked up a stack of documents in his hand and shook them casually, and continued casually: "There is no origin, no background, the reward is issued by an old local black intermediary, and the source is at least [-]% credible... A pair of eyes is already The value is priceless, not to mention the person himself, smart people may wait and see for a while, but those free-moving bounty hunters may not be able to sit still for a long time."

"What are the chances of it being a conspiracy?"

"do not know."

Mori Ogai raised his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai who was analyzing casually.

"'have no idea'?"

"Ah, I don't know."

The boy answered very simply.

"Because it's too perfunctory - it's just that the content information of the reward object is almost zero, age, gender, identity, appearance... none of these, the only description is 'the legendary magic eye that can turn death into reality', let alone Whether this kind of eyes really exist, just with such a vague definition, it is easy to make people feel that just picking a pair of beautiful eyes can be perfunctory."

Because the person who issued the reward has never met himself, there is a lot of room for manipulation to cheat money. He will attract a lot of people who are not smart or who think they are smart but are really short of money.

The young man answered frankly, with a slightly troubled expression on his face: "This method is not so much a conspiracy as it is more appropriate to say it is a conspiracy—the kind of conspiracy that uses huge profits to lure people into the bait, but I don't know yet. Is the other party really naive, is the type whose brain circuits are so monotonous that he only uses money to solve personal problems, or does he really have other plans."

Mori Ogai touched his chin, and asked tentatively, "What if it's the latter?"

The young man sighed: "—a reward of tens of billions, so much money is no longer something that can be ignored casually. I think even if Mr. Lian Sen doesn't believe that those eyes exist, he will follow the money simply by looking at it." Are you excited? Let alone the leaders of other organizations..."

If the other party deliberately raised the price to this point, then there must be follow-up tricks.

——For example, when everyone is about to make a move for this huge bounty, give it a little boost.

At that time, whether it is telling those people that the money was obtained by a certain person or an organization alone, and even the legendary magic eyes have an owner... Then just a little bit of manipulation will usher in a brand new Yokohama. , and more uncontrollable chaos than before.

The subtlest fear is not a blatant threat, but the sword of Damocles dangling dangling overhead.

The boy indifferently explained the possibility outlined in his mind with his usual flat and even slightly cold voice.

Osamu Dazai thought about it, if he did all this by himself, then the most intuitive thing in front of him would be the distribution of power and strength throughout Yokohama—war is such a cruel thing, if the hands are ruthless, some Small-scale organizations can even be cleaned up without having to worry about it.

"The amount of reward offered this time is astonishing, and what is required is 'not difficult' - tens of billions of dollars is just to find a pair of eyes, and may not even need to kill people. This kind of business can even arouse some moral sense The fuzzy guy took action... The timing of the appearance is also very subtle, the port mafia has just confirmed a new leader, and the alternation has not yet fully stabilized, if there is trouble at this time, it will give people a sense of 'naturalness'."

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes: "Is it because the crisis left by the turmoil in the past has not been completely eliminated?"

Osamu Dazai shrugged, neither agreeing nor denying.

"Mr. Mori understands very well, right? Your position is not secure. Insufficient funds, lack of intelligence, and the deadliest thing is distrust from collateral subordinates. All kinds of reasons make it difficult for you to move forward in this organization. It is not impossible to take advantage of the current situation to destroy the current port mafia."

"What, isn't Dazai-kun's analysis very good?" Mori Ogai showed an appreciative smile: "Why do you say you don't know."

The teenager pouted.

"The two are too different, and the mental thinking that needs to be mobilized is also different-if it's the former, isn't it just a waste of time for me to think so hard?"

There is only a [-]% possibility, and one hundred percent vigilance must be used to deal with it - this kind of opponent is the worst type.

"That's right." Mori Ogai nodded approvingly, clapped his hands comfortably, and gave a new order in a high tone: "Then leave this matter to Dazai-kun! Let's see if it's the former or the latter. Then come back and report, that's all."

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, but he blinked, unable to react.

"I?"

He pointed to his nose blankly, then frowned: "Why, I'm not a port mafia."

"So I just entrust you to help, go or not as you please."

Mori Ogai answered with a smile.

"Ah, by the way, if it happens that Dazai-kun guesses the latter, then I may be too busy to prepare suicide drugs that can help you die safely."

"..."

Osamu Dazai glared at him sullenly.

"Don't look at me like that," Mori Ogai waved his hand casually, "Think about Dazai-kun, if the other party is really just an idiot, then you don't need to do anything, the port mafia will naturally take action 'Recover funds'; if the other party is the terrible latter who has made the plans you said, then what is the use of you as a child-just go to see the world?"

— to see the world?

Only the devil will believe such words.

The young man was walking alone on the street, the corners of his mouth curled down unconsciously.

"But I don't deny it, but I'm just curious..." The young man muttered to himself, staring at the map in his hand, he walked around the winding alleys, and finally stopped at the entrance of a bar.

Because there are too few sources of information, the most simple and intuitive way is to directly ask the boss who issued the reward order - anyway, there is a lot of money released on the reward order, so much that it would not be strange for a child like myself to ask .

The owner of this store, Sota Nojima, heard that the soldiers who were eliminated at the end of the war were like many guys who had nowhere to go. After going around for a while, they finally settled in Yokohama and worked as a black intermediary. All kinds of transactions in the black market, because there are a lot of old knowledge, they also had some prestige in the past. Small organizations can also buy guns, ammunition, medical supplies and the like from him in bulk. He is quite a capable guy.

There are quite a few people in this business in Yokohama, and this is the only one who is able to open his mouth and directly bid tens of billions without being suspected.

The young man opened the door and walked in. It was obvious that there were quite a few people who had the same idea as he thought, but these people were just envious of the tens of billions of dollars in rewards, and although he looked like a child, no one gave him a second look.

The bar owner was standing behind the bar and explaining one by one, his polite smile was almost unbearable.

This time the money was really too much. Even the cubs from the group of "sheep" were lured to ask about the situation. They were obviously just a group of children, but the twisted greed in their eyes was nothing compared to these Adults are too far behind.

When I saw the members of the sheep approaching, the first reaction of most people here was "Wow, it is indeed Yokohama, even the children are such a scary type."

The young man listened to the boss's panacea-style perfunctory answer for a while, basically saying that he was very sorry and we didn't know who the other party looked like~ oops, all in all, he was a very valuable target who looked very valuable in the eyes, and was very difficult to hit in the military. Do you know the legendary "War Ghost"?It's a strong man of that level... Oh, after all, there is a reward of tens of billions. Ordinary people are not worth the price, right?

The young man sat beside them quietly and listened to their discussion. He was thin and bandaged, with a sickly and pale appearance. Others took a casual look at him and thought that he would not be able to speak. After receiving the information, he ran out in a hurry to find the pair of legendary magic eyes.

Osamu Dazai listened indifferently, and it was almost certain that the opponent this time was the latter.

——The first thing to do is to exaggerate the atmosphere. Regardless of whether the magic eye is real or not, the madness of these people and the temptation of tens of billions of bounties are enough to make the most absurd lies initially authentic.

With the help of these desperadoes who were the first to take the bait, they stirred up the undercurrents at the bottom of Yokohama.

This fluctuation is not obvious, not fatal, and can even be easily ignored, just like a butterfly flapping its wings, no one knows where it will cause a cursed storm that will destroy everything in the future——

... If it is true, it is really a terrible guy.

The young man thought so, but a strange smile faintly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I'm a little... a little interested.

Perhaps he was a bit tired from waiting, so he looked left and right, passing a group of rough men with big arms, round waists and rough waists in disgust, and finally his eyes were firmly glued to a table near the window, and he walked over a few steps, with an obedient expression on his face. Looking at the only female guest in the house: "This beautiful sister, can you lend me some money and buy me something to drink?"

The guests at this table followed their reputation and didn't say yes or no. She just smiled and said calmly, "Children can't drink alcohol."

"what is the relationship."

Osamu Dazai pulled away the chair and sat down quite familiarly, with a sweet and obedient voice: "Anyway, my sister can't see it, so it doesn't matter what I drink."

The beautiful sister who seemed quite gentle and talkative also smiled and replied, "Go and tell the boss over there to ask for a glass of milk or juice, and you can charge it to my account."

Osamu Dazai snorted, leaned over coquettishly, and complained half-truthfully: "What if the boss doesn't match the name?"

The other party tilted her head slightly, and although her eyes were covered with white silk, she could still accurately locate Osamu Dazai. She raised the corners of her mouth, and said in a gentle voice without annoyance: "Did someone say that your method of naming is very rough, kid?"

"It's the first time for me to try this, and my sister is the first—" the young man said in a sweet tone, "My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu. Now you know what my name is... In exchange, should my sister also tell me My your name?"

The other party tilted his head, but answered his question happily.

"Bai Hong."

Dazai rolled his eyes.

Unexpectedly, it was an unfamiliar name.

With this name, he went to the bar to ask for a cocktail. The boss gave him a condescending look, then turned and went into the back kitchen to bring a cup of hot milk over.

"Drink milk when she tells you to drink milk."

Eh……

"The boss likes the sister there?"

At that moment, Sota Nojima looked at him with an expression as if he was looking at a terrifying evil spirit who was connecting with the devil king of hell on the spot.

"Ah, doesn't the boss like beautiful older sisters?" The boy showed a teasing smile, and Nojima Sota waved his hand in disdain with a sullen face: "...Don't ask such silly things, go drink yours." milk."

Osamu Dazai blinked his beautiful clear kite-colored eyes, obediently held the milk without saying anything, walked back to Bai Hong's table unsteadily, and sat down again.

Even though we are so far away, will you notice what she is saying?

If it weren't for the mentality of caring...

"Sister, can I ask a question?"

The boy holding the cup of hot milk couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably as he felt the temperature spreading from his fingertips, and his voice became more and more docile.

"Just ask."

Osamu Dazai stared at her face, never letting go of the slightest change in expression.

"Is the eye you want to offer a bounty your sister's eye?"

——The boy asked without any hesitation.

How would this person react.

He opened his eyes wide, and the glimmer of candlelight was completely swallowed by the indifference deep in his pupils.

Will you be surprised, curious, or angry?

neither.

The corner of the man's mouth was slightly raised, as calm and calm as if answering what was in the wine glass in front of her.

"Yes."

——Because for her, the essence is the same?

If someone in a superior position who is used to flipping their hands into clouds and rain has to be cautious even with this level of means, then it is impossible for her to sit here.

He is both a chess king and a chess player.

"Hey——!!!" The boy's voice couldn't conceal his excitement, and the eye that wasn't wrapped in bandages lit up amazingly for a moment: "Then I can take a look! My sister's eyes!"

Bai Hong smiled slightly, still did not refuse, but did not immediately agree.

"if it is possible."

She asked softly: "But the kid should have already asked what he wanted to ask? Why don't you go back?"

"No..." Osamu Dazai lazily drew out the ending, resting his chin on both hands, looking at Baihong with burning eyes. "I still want to stay here with my beautiful sister for a while... After I go back, there will only be a heartless and down-and-out uncle waiting for me. It's super annoying."

"Hurry up and go back after drinking the milk."

Baihong's tone was warm.

"It's not interesting to stay here, is it? I'm leaving too soon."

"If you want to say why—"

The young man held his chin and smiled, a very sweet and touching smile.

"I said I fell in love with my sister at first sight, would you believe me?"

"..."

Baihong tilted his head, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Little friend, is killing intent a feeling that should appear when you fall in love at first sight?"

The young man's eyes were shining brightly, and his tone became more and more sweet.

"Because I want to die in love with my sister~ Is it not possible?"

"No, sister, I can't die."

Osamu Dazai started to giggle, his clear voice still had the peculiar cleanliness of a teenager, at this moment he softened his voice slightly, and even the ending sound had a soft hook: "Try it~ Life is so boring~"

"Well."

Bai Hong nodded his chin, and suddenly said to Dazai: "Wait a minute."

He got up and went to the window and pushed it open, curling his fingers and tapping on the window frame.

"...the little brother outside who is waiting to get married." Her voice suddenly carried some pleasant teasing hints: "Here is someone who invited me to die in love. Do you two chat first or hit first?"

Before she finished speaking, a pair of long legs wrapped under black trousers had already stepped on the window frame. Osamu Dazai in the room blinked, and before he could react, he saw a young man with white hair and blue eyes stepping on the window and jumping in. ——It’s just that he is too tall, so it’s better to say that he landed on the ground with his long legs rather than jumping.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Who is this again.

The man stared at Baihong coldly, and said in a gloomy voice, "I haven't stared at you for a few days, and you made another moth?"

"Oh, I need it for work~"

Bai Hong spread his hands frankly with a half-smile, and his tone was extremely innocent: "What can I do about this kind of thing?"

"Hey."

The young man maintained a posture with one leg resting on the window frame, and his gaze was already fixed on Osamu Dazai.

"How old are you?"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, but replied obediently: "Fourteen."

The young man's brows relaxed, and his expression suddenly became very happy: "I'm seventeen." He pointed back at Bai Hong who was standing beside him, and his smile was extremely arrogant: "——There is still a year before I can drag this The guy signed the marriage contract with me, and someone else confessed to die in love, you little dwarf."

Osamu Dazai stared dumbfounded at the guy who claimed to be 17 years old and his mental age was estimated to be no more than seven years old. After throwing down the provocation with unknown meaning, he simply turned over from the window and left. Before leaving, he dragged him away and wanted to leave. Bai Hong at the main entrance sat blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly picked up the milk glass in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

...Short fart!

He is only 14 years old this year, he is still in the development stage, okay?