Special A-level danger warning

After leaving the detective agency, Feng Xinzhi walked slowly on the street holding an umbrella, casually looking at Yokohama in front of him.

About the same, but also a lot worse.

Yokohama in his world has completely implemented Natsume-san's three-moment concept, but this world...

The life and death of Mori Ogai is temporarily in doubt. Relying on strict instructions and superb means, the port Mafia, which has undergone a change of leader, quickly calmed down.

He did not think that Osamu Dazai, who took over as the leader, would continue to uphold Mr. Natsume's ideas.

It's like he didn't fully understand that people who obviously don't have ambitions will usurp the throne.

There is neither resistance nor hope.

I can only describe it like this...

What is Osamu Dazai resisting and what is he looking forward to?

Feng Xinzhi suppressed all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart, and looked through the rain curtain to the five towering buildings in the distance.

The five buildings were so silent and majestic that they seemed to be holding up a solemn funeral.

His current owner is closing his own coffin with his own hands.

Maybe he was thinking wrong, maybe his actions will disrupt the whole layout, maybe fate is irreversible...

However, there must always be a little different ambition.

——Shape the so-called meaning into what you want.

……

The rain is getting heavier.

Feng Xinzhi saw a figure holding an umbrella not far away.

Tall and thin, the hem of the black coat was blown by the wind like the red scarf hanging around his neck, his slender and pale hand was holding the handle of the umbrella, and the fine raindrops moistened his slightly curly and fluffy hair.

Osamu Dazai stood still on the spot, with shattered tenderness in his eyes, and a faint smile on his face.

It seems to be saying goodbye, and it seems to be waiting.

He was against the light, catering to the wind and rain, trying to catch the light that fell through the rain curtain, with a sense of imperceptible fragility.

"No solution."

Feng Xinzhi watched him, his heart calmed down, and his fingertips moved slightly.

"so be it."

"Keep everything under control and there will be no surprises."

He thought so.

He walked up to Osamu Dazai and put away the umbrella, allowing him to hold the umbrella over his head.

— Retrograde.

……

"Why are there so many files left?"

This sentence was not actually asked.

Feng Xinzhi calmly picked up the documents piled up on the leader's desk, found a brightly lit place and began to process them.

It is relatively uncomfortable to take over the internal data files of Mafia port for the first time, but it is also within the understandable range.

To a certain extent, it was even easier to handle than the documents of the Supernatural Secret Service.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting on the leader's seat and didn't start working, kept looking at Feng Xinzhi, who was eagerly hoping that Zhikun would ask him any embarrassing questions.

In this way, the educational time between parents and children can be perfectly obtained.

He stared at Feng Xinzhi eagerly, if he had a tail, it should be wagging very happily at this moment.

Feng Xinzhi, who is concentrating on processing files: ...

You wait until he picks out a few questions that aren't too low-level.

There was no response, and Osamu Dazai, whose ears were almost drooping, began to work lazily, exuding a super sad mood.

Like a black cat that refuses to pet its head.

A little sad.

Resentment is gathering.

Feng Xinzhi picked up a few documents and walked to Osamu Dazai, and took away the curse that was born on the basis of negative emotions.

He put his hand on Dazai Osamu's shoulder, and under the effect of nullification, the rest of the curses that showed signs of birth dissipated instantly.

"Disqualification on Earth" nullifies "Heavenly Demon" and his abilities.

"If you don't mind, please guide me first."

He pointed to several contents on the document, and kept resting his fingertips on Osamu Dazai's shoulder.

Osamu Dazai, who noticed Feng Xinzhi's scatter movement, had a little thought in his eyes.

Is the degree of integration of "Heavenly Demon" already so high?

Speaking of which, the high school of conjuration has to be put on the agenda...

However, these thoughts were soon forgotten by him.

He is not good at parent-child time, why bother with other things.

Osamu Dazai suppressed his emotions, tried his best to ignore Feng Xinzhi's hand on his shoulder, and began to explain with the mentality of an old father who helped children with their homework.

Woohoo, this feeling is simply amazing.

The heart of caring and caring that finally came into play instantly exploded, but considering not to scare Zhijun, Osamu Dazai abruptly twisted the stormy caring into a gentle breeze and drizzle.

Zhijun is really close, and it would be even better if he was closer.

Osamu Dazai, who wished to be so happy that he would scatter flowers in circles, was so soft that his heart was bubbling. He tried his best to hold himself back, not wanting Feng Xinzhi to see his stupid side.

Just cute.

Feng Xinzhi glanced lightly at Osamu Dazai's side face, and saw his trembling eyelashes and kite-colored eyes filled with starlight.

The bandage wrapped around his left eye gave him a sickly and melancholy atmosphere, like a delicate flower wilted by the heavy rain.

Both beautiful and mournful.

Therefore, it is more pleasing to the eye to remove the bandage.

Feng Xinzhi, who had this idea inexplicably, paused for a moment, and continued to listen to the lecture as if nothing had happened.

He thought of his father who regarded the bandage as his body.

Mr. Zhi's words are peers.

Is a man?

Yes.

Only about two years older than him, he took over the port mafia and stood at the apex of the Yokohama underworld.

He does not deny the talent of this individual named Osamu Dazai, but there will always be times when he is vulnerable.

There is only the sadness of being alone in the long night.

No friends or relatives.

Feng Xinzhi moved his fingertips slightly, Osamu Dazai, who felt his slight movement, looked up at him, but bumped into his warm-toned eyes.

Light and wind and dreams.

Osamu Dazai's thinking froze for a moment, and his slightly moving lips couldn't even make a sound.

Like being understood and tolerated by the whole world.

The sinking world-weary soul seems to have the possibility of breaking free from the dark cage.

He found the harbor of Kanagawa that can carry a fragile heart.

This recognition softened his whole temperament, as if he had been thoroughly appeased.

Osamu Dazai quietly stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Xinzhi's hand on his shoulder, and stood up under Feng Xinzhi's slightly surprised gaze.

He gave up his seat to Feng Xinzhi, and gently brushed the hair on top of Feng Xinzhi's head with his fingertips.

The soft touch is transmitted to the brain through the fingertips.

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth curled into a slight smile, and his eyes were filled with brilliance like stars.

Like Feng Xinzhi put his hand on his shoulder before, he lightly touched his shoulder with one hand, bent slightly, and put aside the documents on the desktop with the other hand.

He knew that Yi Zhijun's level of intelligence didn't need him to explain these things at all, and he could understand them by himself.

So, he wanted to direct a little bit of something else.

How to rule the night with principle.

You don't need to get your hands dirty with Port Mafia.

This is the greatest meaning of his life so far.

——Is that so, Zhi-kun?

The author has something to say: Zai (dizzy): What's wrong with modifying his script at will, the script modified by Goose can be called modification, that is the final result!Zhijun, the whole of Yokohama is the property left by Papa to you!