[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

In the end, Chuya stopped Dazai when he was about to strike, and the girl who had returned to the port at that time had already gone for a round in the torture team under Hongye.

As for whether Yin had spoken to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, even if she confessed from the beginning, no one would believe her.

Hongye's eyes were full of disgust, she didn't give Nakajima any good looks, and because of the influence of Dazai before, she just showed more indifference towards the latter.

Compared with the current leader pulling this half-dead back, she also has quite a big opinion in her heart.

Not to mention the influence of Dazai himself in the port before, even an organization cannot keep two leaders.

But she didn't say this to Zhong, because she knew that the other party felt uncomfortable and guilty after Dazai committed suicide by jumping off the building, so she could only silently wait for the leader to digest it slowly.

"Aha?"

The black-haired young man who had been silently watching in the torture room looked astonished, as if he had heard some unbelievable words. In fact, what his partner said really surprised him. "Chuya, did I hear wrong?"

Dazai's tone of voice always tends to be a bit exaggerated, and his body language is also quite rich. If Hongye hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the former leader would have such a move.

But it does make people feel that the relationship between the two is not as simple as "you hate me" or "I hate you" on the surface. .

But it's really hard to argue whether it's true or not.

Because a man named Dazai is always unbelievable, and if he plays too many sincere tricks, he will also attract disgust.

Hongye feels that the port is currently committed to transformation and cannot still be shrouded in the shadow of the past.

Not to mention why she suddenly thought so, just watching the other party fainting is one kind of thought, but watching the other party lively and frantic is another kind of complicated thought.

She was afraid that her former subordinate would be stabbed again during the frivolous and dangerous actions of the other party.

Zhong also leaned against the wall. He was not as formally dressed in a suit as before, but only put on a gray vest, his tie was removed, and his white shirt left two buttons.

He put his hands in his pockets as before, with a relaxed and nonchalant expression on his face, which made those who stared at his expression inexplicably have a kind of crisp and youthful air.

"No one can do this well except you."

In the past, even if the person in front of him gritted his teeth, it would be absolutely impossible for him to say "except you" in front of his face.

Dazai knew how proud and awkward he was.

I couldn't help being a little happy in my heart. I used to tease the other party because the too blunt words made me feel depressed, so I saw the other party being aggrieved and had to turn a corner and say some duplicity expressions. I felt very interesting in my heart.

But occasionally I always think that the other party can say what I want to hear, if I can think the same as myself.

Dazai still remembers that when he was 15 years old, under the shadow of the wall, the two fought with each other, but they were not good at cursing like children, and could only clumsily throw some silly words at each other.

But sometimes, after being happy, you can't be happy all the time.

And it wasn't the joy he wanted.

"But I don't want to go to the United States." He found an excuse that he could find in himself. "Didn't you say you asked me to help you work?"

"My salary can be cut some more, ah, no, it's a white worker, I'll give it to Chuya as a slave."

"And I was kicked down from the sky by you not long ago, and I'm not in good health yet."

"...Ha, look, America is so far away..."

What are you talking about.

He lowered his hand that was gesticulating vigorously, bearing the gaze from the opposite side. The staring gaze was like a knife, peeling him clean inside and out, revealing the disgusting dirty inside.

"We are not the only ones to take over the legacy of the group this time. It is inconvenient for me to leave Yokohama right now. At present, only you, Dazai, can properly handle this matter at the port."

"But the mouse hasn't been caught yet, that man is hard to guard against!"

There was no hesitation in Chuya's words. "He'll come for me."

Hongye couldn't help but widen her eyes because of his words, but couldn't help being confused, but the other person standing in the torture room didn't show a similar expression to her, but just said stubbornly.

"Zhongye—"

"Dazai!" The blue eyeballs rolled in the sockets, and the sight missed the person opposite. "Take Yin as well, she is still your subordinate."

The tone was light, but both Hongye and Dazai knew that no one could disobey these words at this moment.

But he also understood better that this young man who had been watching before finally began to change towards the aspect that they all wanted but didn't really want to see.

Dazai staggered his eyes a little angrily, he could feel that besides the stuffy feeling in his chest, there was also an emotion that he couldn't understand himself, which made him unable to meet the other person's eyes.

Not to mention how much the group's legacy is, and how much the port can get from it, this overseas business trip alone, it is estimated that it will have to deal with other organizations, and then it will take a lot of time to sort out that legacy, divide it, and process it.

He rarely traveled overseas on business before, and Mori Ogai always felt that he was dangerous, as if he wanted to guard against him, so he could only stay under his nose.

And Zhong Ye is also one of the cadres. Among the five cadres, he is stationed overseas. If he doesn't go to New York, he may fly to Sicily, and he doesn't come back several times a year.

If he had waited for his return, the matter of the rat of the dead house would have been over long ago.

He didn't feel that the freedom that was released like this was much better than before.

but why?

He still felt yesterday that Miss Hongye was the best candidate for this matter. He never thought that he would be sent abroad, but with him, Dazai turned around and looked at Yin, who was covered in blood after being tortured.

Suddenly, he felt that this woman and that 'he' became even more hateful.

If you want to escape and feel that you have been unbearable, why let yourself stay in this world and ask for trouble.

Chuya didn't care what Dazai thought, since the other party came back and he could no longer change himself as the leader, it was only natural to arrange him to work.

It's not that he dislikes it, but judging from the character of the other party, he doesn't think Dazai can settle down during this period, and he doesn't want to make the "dead house rat" thing too long.

He assigned other tasks to Ozaki Koyo, and she was needed to assist Higuchi Kazuyo, and there was still work to be done there.

Nakajima and Black Lizard still need to keep an eye on the pier. The port controls a large area of ​​Yokohama. No matter whether their personnel are reduced or not, some interests must never be sold.

Because of the existence of the port, they have tried their best to curb some prohibited activities in Yokohama, such as the circulation of drugs, the sale of firearms, and the unscrupulous "international friends".

If the scope of influence of the port is reduced, these things will inevitably become cakes for some other organizations.

Moreover, for some reason, he inexplicably felt that whether it was the rat of the dead house or the combination, it had nothing to do with the port.

However, before they knew it, they had penetrated into it, he had already solved one problem first, and the other one was still hiding.

No matter how stupid he was, he still felt something was wrong. The port was like a fish caught in a net. The closer he got to the surface, the more he found himself trapped in the net.

He was counted.

No.

It is the port that is counted.

Zhong also returned to his lounge on the top floor, opened the closet, and there were all the suits that were only needed for formal occasions, with the same color and style, and the matching ties were also the same.

The others are neatly arranged, only two pieces were worn later, so they are placed a little unevenly, which looks very abrupt.

He came back from a business trip at that time, and the affairs inside the port were almost handled by Sister Hongye, only the building remained unrepaired.

Some more complicated transactions have also been completed, and there were no major transactions during that period, so he got started faster and arranged faster.

The other party committed suicide premeditatedly, Nakajima and Kyoka were assigned places, and Akutagawa and Gin were also grasped beforehand, leading to what happened that night.

Zhong also has given up trying to understand what the other party is thinking, and what he wants to do now. Those are useless. He knew it early on, but he just couldn't be reconciled.

He didn't intend to die by his own hands, so what was he worth in his eyes.

Sometimes this depression is really uncomfortable, especially when it comes to my heart from time to time and makes troubles over and over again.

In fact, he couldn't think of a better way to adjust his mentality, as well as the internal affairs of the port. It was indeed not easy to be a leader, even more difficult than transferring a small team.

He picked out a suit he had worn before in the closet and put it on, then went to the bathroom to tidy up his clothes, looking at his somewhat mature self in the mirror, he felt strange.

It was as if there was another person in this body, and this person began to gradually affect the appearance, and began to plunder everything in the 'Central Plains'.

He has a tightness in his chest right now.

But I can't say what this feeling is, whether it is good or bad for the port.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and of course he might have had similar emotions, but it was too long before he forgot.

Chuya didn't go out immediately after getting dressed, he just sat in the lounge and looked at the time on his phone, and sent and received emails with his fingers.

The people staring at Dazai said that they arrived at the airport, and by the way, they sent an email with the ticket, and said, 'Mr. Dazai didn't look very happy'.

Sister Hongye also departed from Yokohama, and the matter that Higuchi Ichiyo handles is the top priority in the port.

Ozaki Koyo is a cadre, and entered the port earlier than him. She has experienced four generations of leaders, and she is still a woman, with a female-specific carefulness. It is not a big problem to entrust the people inside the port to her.

Higuchi Ichiyo’s side is different from Yokohama. If you use everyday to distinguish, this side is extraordinary. Hongye sister is very worried about Kyoka’s mental state. Perhaps the other party may be better in a different environment.

But he never thought that going to a place like a detective agency would be better than it is now, it's just that there are more grandiose reasons for hurting people.

In the final analysis, people like them may only have the day when they can turn back after their sins are redeemed.

But what is redemption and how to do it? In the end, it is nothing more than making myself feel a little better, and it is nothing more than guilt and regret at work.

Although it would be a little cold to say this, he really couldn't think of anything wrong with it.

Zhong also looked at the email, and couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows. Recently, he always thinks about something, and he doesn't know when he will start to use his brain.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled until the phone rang suddenly.

Ango Sakaguchi didn't really want to come to pick him up. In fact, every time he approached the building of the port mafia, he couldn't help but fantasize that he had better come here with an arrest warrant.

Here are a group of criminals, but they themselves gave each other a hole card to save their lives.

Moreover, looking up at the black building that seemed to be invisible to the top, needless to say, this is one of the few best office buildings in Yokohama, and he felt that the mafia's money-making methods were able to occupy this place.

It's really a great irony for these people.

Sure enough, one day I will go in with an arrest warrant.

It would be great if everyone inside were those who are not taboo about meat and vegetables, so that they are directly wanted, and they don't need to try their best to collect evidence.

Nakaya came out, and saw the other party leaning against the door of the passenger seat in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, with an expression like sleepwalking.

Instead, Tsujimura, who was sitting in the driver's seat, greeted him generously. He said that he had been seeing this person recently, and Chuya thought that the other party must be an elite member. It would be great if he could join the port.

It's a pity that he doesn't have Dazai's eloquence, and he doesn't think he is very attractive, so he doesn't think about poaching someone.

"Are you going to have a meeting?" Sakaguchi asked knowingly, which was never very interesting.

Zhong also didn't bother to pay attention to his words, just got into the rear compartment and asked Tsujimura. "Have you brought a pen?"

"Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

Tsujimura flipped through the messy storage compartments, and found a red fountain pen from it. It may be a scene that someone saw and didn't want to be seen. The car drove fast.

"We haven't found Herman Melville," Sakaguchi volunteered.

Herman was the former leader of the combination, and Zhong also knew that the opponent's supernatural power was a living body.

Regarding the description of this living body, the Special Agents Section learned from Alcott that the living body was a dangerous thing that was going to be used to blow up Yokohama. It had been modified and was no longer a simple living body.

The level of danger is as close as that of the mouse of death, or even higher.

And the information on the rats in the dead house has been updated again, and another brand new organization has appeared again, which makes Zhong also feel like something caught by a carrot, and someone is free to take in and out the long line.

The thought made him a little irritable.

Sakaguchi didn't notice the change in him and was still talking. "We have already obtained some information, and the president of the detective agency, Fukuzawa, has also acted. There are more people involved this time, and our actions are a bit hasty."

He felt that the Ability and Secret Service Division had already prepared a scapegoat, and he just had to cover his head. "You mean government insiders have been infiltrated?"

Think about Fukuzawa Yukichi's old business, and think about what they have done recently to cut off the group of moths that have ties to the United States. The scapegoat has already been formed, and the port has nothing to clean up anyway.

At the beginning of the port, there were also times when it was unscrupulous, directly killing the entire family of the member, and even chasing and killing children.

"Yes."

The order of the farming chief was to kill by mistake rather than let one go. In his eyes, those people were already in the way, and it was only a matter of time before they were cleaned up.

What's more troublesome is that someone has infiltrated the hound. Sakaguchi only found out about this news in the morning, and he doesn't know where the farming chief got the news.

"There's someone ahead."

Zhong also said suddenly.

Tsujimura's driving skills are not bad, but there is no way to avoid it on the driveway. If you don't want to have a series of car accidents, you can only hit things on the side of the road.The airbag popped out during the collision, and Sakaguchi couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. "Why are you……"

"咚咚-"

Before he could finish speaking, someone knocked on the car window.

Wearing a bowler hat, a man with a half-mask on his eyes is looking inside with a smile, Ango Sakaguchi's pupils are constricted, and Tsujimura is still lying on the airbag. Her supernatural ability is not very powerful in the daytime, and now she faints, maybe even worse. good.

Nakaya looked at the people outside the car window expressionlessly, and the hand close to the car door pushed the door open naturally.

Sakaguchi pursed his lips tightly, his supernatural ability has no combat power, and the only one who can face him at this moment is Nakahara Chuya.

"Hello, Mr. Chuya Nakahara, the leader of the port mafia." Gogol bowed deeply to him in apology, smiling like a polite young man from a gentleman's country , if you can ignore his behavior just now, and that bright costume that looks like a circus clown.

The white bowler hat was pressed against his waist, and Gogol's smile was sincere and gentle, and the exposed eye was bent into a crescent moon.

He sighed in a slightly melancholy tone. "My friend probably wants to invite you as a guest. In fact, he is a shy person, but he is too embarrassed to invite you. He can only admire your recent actions in the corner of the newspaper every time." The arc of the corner of his mouth was pulled big. "So in order to take care of his anxiety and his desire to meet the person he longs for, I can only help him as much as I can, Mr. Nakaya."

He gestured to please. "I think you can understand me as a friend."