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

The leader of the port mafia rarely sat at the desk, leaned back in the chair relaxedly, his face was quiet and peaceful when he was dozing off.

Probably because he was getting sleepy, and he was a little bit cold in the haze, he suddenly sneezed for no reason, then shook his head, stretched his waist and sat up straight.

Opening the side drawer and taking out a few candies, Osamu Dazai peeled one and put it in his mouth, trying to wake himself up.The sweetness swayed on the tip of his tongue, he bit the candy and asked Chuya Nakahara next to him vaguely: "Has the guerrilla leader come yet?"

"Atsushi Nakajima?"

The orange-haired young man rolled his eyes in disgust at his sloppy attitude, and then frowned slightly, "This guy is too slow, where did he go..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the door of the office was slowly pushed open from the outside, and the young man with white hair and golden pupils walked in silently, facing the leader who had sworn allegiance, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head in salute, with his right hand respectfully pressed on his chest.

"Mr. Dazai."

"Mr. Dun."

With a seemingly warm smile in his kite-colored eyes, he looked at him probingly.

"It took a long time. Even though I received my summoning order, it ended up like this—"

"I, I went back and changed my clothes... I accidentally got dirty before. But it took so long, I'm really sorry!"

Unable to tell whether he believed it or not, the young man glanced at the black windbreaker he was wearing, threw another candy into his mouth, crumpled the candy wrapper, and waved his hand casually.

"Well, it's not an example. Send me a letter to the Armed Detective Agency, Don-kun, do you know the location?"

Under the signal of his boss, Nakahara Chuya angrily threw a blank envelope to Atsushi Nakajima, who caught it firmly.

The envelope was very thin, and it seemed to be stuffed with a small piece of hard cardboard. Atsushi Nakajima guessed that it was probably a photo as soon as he picked it up. Thinking of what the person said before parting with the senior, he felt a faint feeling in his heart. guess.

Even I know that "the Armed Detective Agency has joined a new member named Akutagawa Ryunosuke", but Amamiya Sui, who is in charge of intelligence, seems to know nothing about it. This matter itself is very intriguing.

Unless someone doesn't want him to know prematurely.

——There is only one person who can do this kind of thing in such a big Hong Kong gangster.

Atsushi Nakajima put the envelope into his arms, and his deep voice answered, then he stood up after getting a signal from Osamu Dazai, and quickly left the chief's office.

Due to personal reasons, as long as the memory of "that incident" that happened on his 17th birthday is still there, he will absolutely not be able to disobey Dazai Osamu's orders for a day, even if he obeys and disobeys.

Perhaps it was because he was convinced of this that Boss didn't delve into the suspicious points on him, but simply ordered him to send the letter to the detective agency.

In normal times, this kind of thinking is not wrong.

But once a person has selfishness, he will be unwilling to follow the established path, and will be more willing to try unnecessary struggles.

The white-haired boy left the Hong Kong black base, looked back at the five towering buildings, did not follow the order and went straight to the Armed Detective Agency, but made a detour and got into a winding road. In the narrow alley, there was a knock on the door of a hidden small restaurant.

"It's me, Atsushi Nakajima."

The dilapidated door creaked, and Akutagawa's suppressed angry face appeared before his eyes.He tried his best to avoid perceiving the other person's emotions, stepped sideways from this person, and distinguished the faces of the people by the sunlight that came in from the door—Kenji Miyazawa, Tanizaki, Kunikida—almost all the force of the armed detective agency was at the scene. Here it is.

After looking around, Atsushi Nakajima took out the envelope from his arms and handed it to the elder sitting in the deepest part of the room respectfully.

"A letter from the leader."

After a moment's hesitation, the latter took it apart, took out the photo and glanced at it, and then handed it to the anxious Akutagawa.The newcomer of the detective agency made a judgment at a glance, said "It's Amamiya", and then took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his emotions, the veins on his forehead throbbed unwillingly.

Atsushi Nakajima breathed a sigh of relief after completing the task, and then gritted his teeth and asked questions.

"I think this probably proves that what I said before is not a lie?"

——He refers to, he hesitated to wait for the senior at the entrance of the building, but inadvertently saw Mr. Dazai carrying him into the elevator, then connected all the links in a flash, went to the detective agency after all kinds of hesitation to find Akutagawa, and told the leader about it some arrangements.

He was even forced to fight the unbelievable Akutagawa, and the jacket he was wearing before was stained with blood.

[I feel guilty because I am not honest enough, and I am ashamed to face it because I feel guilty. 】

【I met someone I know... Was this also arranged by Mr. Dazai? 】

"That man in black—is he really trying to use Amemiya to lure him into a trap!" Akutagawa paced up and down irritably, making no secret of his urge to take the bait, "However, if you are so timid and don't teach him a lesson If you don’t, I will never let you go!!”

Compared with Amamiya Cui who was in the game, everyone in the detective agency had a simpler idea.

Since the leader of Hong Kong gangsters is Akutagawa's bitter enemy, it is a matter of course to rescue his comrades and friends who are deeply trapped in the mafia and help Akutagawa get out of his anger.

What they don't know is the role played by Atsushi Nakajima in this incident.

"With all due respect," Kunikida Doppo, who has a more calm temperament, pushed his glasses and looked at the boy with complicated eyes. "That letter can only prove that the gangster leaders in Hong Kong have tricks, but it can't prove your motive. Mafia The 'white god of death', why did you reach out to us on a whim?"

lend a hand?

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head blankly.

"I...I didn't."

"The reason why I contacted you is because Mr. Yugong... He probably planned to do so."

Akutagawa immediately sensed the meaning behind his words, and raised his eyebrows high.

"'Original'? What happened to Yugong?!"

It’s okay not to mention this, but once he was questioned like this, Atsushi Nakajima immediately recalled the scene where his senior was dragged into the elevator by Mr. Dazai on his shoulders. Although he was a little awkward, he still mustered up the courage to speak out his thoughts.

"—Senior, it's a 'prize'."

There was silence in the small room, only Akutagawa's heavy breathing could be heard.

"……What did you say?"

"I said, that person is a 'prize' that can only go to the winner. That's how I feel."

In the oppressive atmosphere that can drive people crazy, Atsushi Nakajima let go more, explaining smoothly and calmly.

"The so-called promotion of the confrontation between Mr. Akutagawa and the port mafia is nothing more than trying to give the newcomers of the detective agency a blow. If you can beat you beautifully, Mr. Amemiya will stay in Hong Kong with more peace of mind, right?"

Akutagawa's coat had begun to deform and twist, turning into a dark shadow that swallowed the light behind him.

Patience was on the verge of exhaustion, and the bottom line was challenged. He repeated in a gloomy and dangerous manner what the ignorant young man had just said.

"'Beat beautifully'...if you think you can do it, go for it."

A moment of stagnation.

Moments later, the entire brick wall facing the street collapsed suddenly, sending up waves of choking smoke.Everyone in the detective agency subconsciously hid their faces to hide, but when they looked up again, there was already a mess outside the door.

Tacitly selected the Hongkong Building as the final battlefield, the white tiger and the black beast fought and chased each other, and ran towards the tallest building in sight.

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At this moment, Yu Gongcui, who is isolated from the world, is trying to save herself.

Osamu Dazai locked him up - Osamu Dazai was very afraid that the plan would fail - and it was important for Osamu Dazai to promote Akutagawa's quest for revenge.This is a logic that can be easily figured out. Can Yu Gongcui sit still and watch Boss Xiao's dream come true?That must not be possible!

Fuck trust value!

What's the point of living if you can't even take revenge? ! !

Yu Gongcui's face was ferocious, and with hatred as the primary driving force, she tried to move around the head of the bed twice, using her wrist as a circle and her arm as a radius.

After two laps, he discovered several sad and desperate facts.

One, his mobile phone was searched and taken away by Osamu Dazai, and he had nothing but clothes on his body - kidnapping, this guy is a professional;

Second, no matter how long he stretched out his hand, he couldn't even touch the nearest wine cabinet, and there was even a big difference;

Three, the iron bed is too heavy, or the four feet are basically poured on the floor, even if you try your best, there is no way to make it move a little bit.

... Osamu Dazai, you devil——! ! !

The leader of the gangsters in the office sneezed again inexplicably, and Yu Gongcui was sitting cross-legged on the bed after being charged by scolding Zai, and slammed the iron frame bed with handcuffs, trying to hit a few sparks. Ignite the bed sheet, causing the interior fire alarm and automatic fire extinguisher to respond.

However, even though this is a routine operation in wilderness survival documentaries, it is far from easy to reproduce in reality, perhaps related to the material of the handcuffs.Yu Gongcui knelt for half an hour before finally giving up this idea, lying on the still intact bed panting heavily.

Since a milder approach won't work...

After a good rest, Yu Gongcui's eyes showed a fierce light, and he decided that you are not benevolent and I am not righteous. Today he will expose the brutal behavior of the scum leader to the world, and make tomorrow's Hong Kong black forum full of explosive headlines.

"Kidnapping/Forcing/Prisoning PLAY, the leader actually does this kind of thing to his loyal subordinates? ! "

He wants to see if Osamu Dazai, who has been condemned by public opinion, can continue to sit on the throne of the leader indifferently!

It's getting colder, let Boss Scraps down.

While giving out bursts of Sadako-like high-pitched sneers in her heart, Amamiya Cui tore sheets, quilt covers, pillowcases and other fabrics into long strips, and then tied them end to end to form a whole rough cloth rope.

Reckoning that the length was almost enough, he tied one end of the rope around his wrist, and tied the other end firmly in a cross knot on Dazai Osamu's baby bedtime story book.

Shaking it twice casually made sure that it was firmly fixed and would hardly come loose. Yu Gongcui narrowed her eyes, and the book used for counterweight was spinning rapidly in her hand, like a meteor hammer in the hands of a brave general.

Aim for the window on the opposite side of the room - and a little more speed - and there it is, now! !

The thick hard-shell book flew out with the sound of howling wind, smashing a glass window as one wished, and the fragments flew in all directions accompanied by a loud "crash"!

At least the upstairs and downstairs must have noticed it, and the personnel who inspected the exterior and the peripheral security guards will soon find out.

Satisfied with her accuracy, Yu Gongcui slowly retracted the rope, and smashed another window in the same way, and then sat in a room with fresh air, and slowly... began to tear the book.

That summer afternoon, many employees of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang saw a white paper airplane hovering outside the window.

——That’s great, it must be a sweet love story that makes people feel like they’re back in school, right?

As if expressing approval, Yu Gongcui, who was really trying to convey a certain mood, threw a paper airplane with his hands, with a ferocious sneer at the corner of his mouth.