How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

There was a light knock on the office door.

Yu Gongcui said "Please come in", and the door was slowly pushed open from the outside without a sound. The white-haired boy was like a ghost, sticking to the wall and tiptoeing, as if afraid of the sound he made, So try to minimize the sense of presence, and never speak unless necessary.

——It’s Atsushi Nakajima.

Although it was midsummer, he was still wearing a knee-length black windbreaker with the zipper pulled up to his chin, looking stiff and shy.

Seeing that Yu Gongcui was so hot for him, she couldn't help grinning, turned down the air conditioner by two degrees, and waved to the increasingly timid kitten.

"Mr. Dazai is not here, don't be afraid. Don-kun, come here, I have something to give you."

Atsushi Nakajima showed a cautious smile, and after a little hesitation, he walked around from the side of the desk and stood beside the right hand of Amamiya Cui who was sitting on the chair.

Although he is already known as the "White Death" of Hong Kong blacks, when watching this person from behind, the boy's eyes are still the same as four years ago.

Like water, moonlight, or freshly picked cotton, very, very soft.

Even the inside that should have been well hidden was opened in one go. If it was a real kitten, it must have rolled over and fell to the ground, expecting to expose its fragile belly to the other party, hoping to be caressed by this complete trust.

You can hurt me all you want, I allow it.And I will always reserve this right for you.

But even if I say this... your eyes won't see me, your ears won't hear me.Your heart doesn't care about this promise, because Nakajima Atsushi may be a disaster or a troublesome ghost in your world, or an insignificant passerby.

Your sight and your will are firmly occupied by someone from beginning to end, leaving only a narrow gap for others.

——But for me, even a shelter the size of a mote is enough.

Yu Gongcui opened the drawer, revealing all kinds of variegated dim sum piled up to overflow.He carefully selected a round coffee-colored candy, unwrapped it with a rustle, squeezed it through the tin foil, and stuffed it into the mouth of Atsushi Nakajima next to him. He couldn't help but stare at the bulging piece on the latter's cheek .

"It has a peanut butter filling, which is delicious."

He turned his eyes back to the scattered documents on the desk, but he couldn't concentrate for a long time. Instead, he recalled more and more clearly the scene of meeting Atsushi Nakajima for the second time after the "White Tiger Wounding Incident at the Welcome Party".

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That was two years after joining Hong Kong Black, Yu Gongcui was racking his brains to promote the transformation of the mafia in the most gentle way, and at the same time he was pulling or fighting other organizations outside, and he had to use his brainpower. Osamu Dazai, who is not working but still addicted to making trouble, fights wits and courage, and prevents him from drowning himself in white porridge three times after eating breakfast.

Amamiya Tsui: Hair?What is hair?

The leader's office where he usually works is located on the highest floor of the Hong Kong and Black Building, occupying an entire half-floor room without any partitions.

The patternless dark carpet is covered, and a solitary thick black desk is placed in the center of the room. Sitting on a swivel chair, one can have a panoramic view of Yokohama from the floor-to-ceiling windows that completely replace the walls.

That day the office door creaked and opened and closed, and the only person who could come in and out without knocking was the only one.Yu Gongcui didn't even bother to raise her head, the red pen in her hand scratched heavily on the document, and the voice she made was full of resentment besides disgust.

"I'm busy. If you want to act like a baby, please go to Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Oh, how indifferent."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his coat pockets, strode over in a good mood, lay down on the desk, bent down and reached out to open the snack drawer of Umi Amamiya, ignoring the secretary's protesting eyes, grabbed a handful of I put it in my pocket and patted it contentedly.

"Amiya has been working hard recently, and I can see it. It's all because I regard you as a confidant, so I can delegate power so generously. I have to be grateful."

Ha, obviously you want to fish yourself.

And don't mention the word confidant to me, don't you deserve to know, you don't deserve it!

Receiving the eyes full of resentment, Osamu Dazai couldn't help clicking his tongue because this person was no longer as easy to deceive as he was when he first joined the job. After regretting, he flattened his mouth and said slowly.

"Although I can't share the affairs, I brought a useful person, you can order as much as you like-let me see if he has been sharpened into a sharp knife in the past two years."

He turned around, his expression returned to indifference, and he called out to the door.

"Come in, Don."

Don?

Amamiya Cui raised her head in surprise, and saw the 16-year-old Atsushi Nakajima, who was obviously out of joint compared to two years ago, stepping out of the shadows outside the door, and paused slightly between her eyes.

In those golden pupils were the guilt, ecstasy, joy and shame that had been stirred up a few seconds ago but had now cooled down. Fine cracks were washed out on the forcibly cast indifferent shell, revealing the tumbling ash underneath.

...Ah, it seems that Osamu Dazai only told him the part after turning into a tiger.

In order for him to remember the lesson, he concealed the fact that he was still alive.

So, for me, this dusty past that has been exposed long ago, and even the figure of the tiger is about to be forgotten, for you... it is a day-to-day torment, a desperate nightmare that haunts you all the time for two years.

Relying on such deep self-blame to polish people, won't the spirit be completely crushed?

Amamiya Tsui sighed, although he didn't agree with it, but in his capacity, he was not qualified to question Dazai Osamu - so he just suppressed his emotions, his eyes softened, and he opened his eyes to the young man who was walking towards this side. hands.

"Welcome back, Don."

He obviously wanted to rush over immediately, but was deterred by Osamu Dazai who was leaning against the wall eating candy and watching the show, but he clenched his fists slightly tremblingly, raised his face, and answered him in a hoarse voice intermittently.

"...Yes. Thank you, I—always, very..."

Now I am not qualified to apologize.

So, "As the leader said, please tell me what you want."

The white-haired boy bent down and bowed deeply.Her forehead hair fell down, covering her face that was about to cry, but smiled with relief.

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At that time, Yugong Cui decided that although she had grown taller and more stable, she was completely different from the trembling cowardly look at the age of 14 due to the great changes, but the inside was still the same——

Atsushi Nakajima, even though he is bluffing like a tiger, is still gentle and sensitive in nature, afraid of hurting others and afraid of being hurt by others, a timid kitten who has no bad intentions.

So even if the other party said "just order", the tasks arranged by him are still mostly risky but relatively easy types such as negotiating, collecting information, and presiding over transactions, such as confronting the enemy head-on or destroying this bloody mission, not once.

Although the dissatisfied Osamu Dazai taunted him several times, saying that he was full of love and unilaterally regarded that poor child as his younger brother, but Amamiya Tsui ignored them with his growing face.

This person's cub-raising model that only looks at the results is completely unacceptable. If he blindly follows him, the only result will be to develop Atsushi Nakajima into a psychopath.

Besides, Hong Kong gangsters do not urgently need more and stronger force. Like Yu Gongcui, Zhongya Zhongya, who has been [-]% freshly squeezed, is already at the top of the pyramid, and there are few violent disputes that cannot be resolved by him.

So, that's fine for now.

Dun also didn't mean to be dissatisfied, and seemed to be relieved.

— But, on the latter's 17th birthday, everything changed.

I saw the relevant information in the entry file, and at noon I took Atsushi Nakajima to hold a birthday party for only two people, because I knew that no matter how much I didn’t care about it verbally, I would still feel sour when I lived this special day alone.

Watching the kitten happily eat an entire eight-inch cream cake, and then start to feel sleepy due to being too full, Yu Gongcui urged him to go to bed for an afternoon nap, cleaned up the dining table a little, and then returned to the office to continue his social animal life.

It would have been a fairly ordinary day.

Until Osamu Dazai came over at night, the black windbreaker was stained with a fresh smell of blood.

"Dun Jun has already made his choice," he said briskly, with a faint smile on his face, "He already knows exactly what will happen if you disobey me."

Yugong Cui frowned and looked at him, the pen in her hand was placed horizontally on the table, and she didn't speak.

The iris-colored eyes covered by the black hair were so dark, that look, that expression—not so much announcing something to warn him, but rather a test for some unpredictable things.

After a long silence, Yu Gongcui let out a suppressed breath.

"...Why do you say that? You came here to tell me some villain lines, just to mislead me—do you want me to think that you hurt him severely in order to achieve your goal?"

"But unfortunately, I know that you are not such a person. It doesn't mean that you are soft-hearted... If you really couldn't accept that the famous knife was idle, you wouldn't let us go like this in the past year."

"So, what good does self-defilement do you anyway?"

There was a flash of shock on Dazai Osamu's face, and the momentary unnaturalness, of course, quickly covered it up.

And at that time, what appeared in Yu Gongcui's mind was the black-haired girl standing under the moonlight when they first met, proudly saying "This is all my plan, just to see how strong my subordinates are" youth.

lie.

Too many lies.

There is no purpose, no benefit, even if it will harm oneself and attract hatred, it is just lying as if it can be interesting from it.

The closer you get, the more you see the mystery, and you can never catch what lies at the core.What is it that drives you to act like this, to be contradicting yourself all the time?

He repeated it.

"why?"

As expected, there was no answer—as if to perfunctory him, a reminder that the trust value increased echoed in his mind.

Although this was not the answer Yu Gongcui wanted, he could only stay where he was, watching the young man leave silently, his tall and thin back slowly disappearing into the shadow of the corridor.

——If you can get the answer to that question, you must be able to understand this person.

Yu Gongcui thought so.

And the next day, as Osamu Dazai said, he harvested a kitten whose spirit had completely collapsed.

As if some switch was suddenly turned off, the vicious mafia who didn't know what to fear and tore the enemy apart without expression-after that, Atsushi Nakajima used the blood of the enemy to forge his reputation and became the white god of death in Hong Kong black.

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16-year-old Atsushi Nakajima.

17-year-old Atsushi Nakajima.

Amamiya Tsui put a piece of candy in her mouth, licked it slowly, and stared at the golden plaque on the wall with ecstasy. The words "Yokohama Outstanding Young Entrepreneurs" lined up on it were bright red. Shiny, very conspicuous.

And Atsushi Nakajima had finished eating the candy he gave, followed his gaze, and mustered up the courage to ask softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about your past."

"Eh...? This—"

"If you're shy, just take it as a joke."

Yu Gongcui smiled, turned her eyes back, and cast her eyes on the little cat who was a little at a loss.

"I'm just thinking... I think I've worked very hard, but whether it's you or Mr. Dazai... the development of the incident will always go to a strange place, and it's not always satisfactory. Don, where is it? What went wrong?"

"Yes, I'm sorry! Just say it straight, I will try my best to correct it!!"

"No need to apologize," he smiled helplessly, stuffed another candy in the past, and murmured thoughtfully.

"—Perhaps, it's time to try another method."