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

Yu Gongcui slowly made a question mark in her mind.

Nakahara Nakahara behind him also let out an angry snort that his dignity was being challenged, as if what Dazai threw in front of him was not a teary newcomer, but a kitten who had no ability to take care of himself and could only move around with his eyes closed.

"Bastard Dazai—! Do you think Gang Hei is a nursery school?!"

Ah, here we go again.

Yu Gongcui thought expressionlessly.

Osamu Dazai trampled on the fierce reaction of the noble organization to which he gave his life and loyalty.

I heard that Nakahara-senpai was a senior cadre who directly swore allegiance to the previous leader, Mori Ogai, and Dazai reluctantly changed the object of allegiance after he took office.However, there has always been a saying in the port mafia that everyone tacitly bypasses it... The two were not handed over normally, but the current leader killed the predecessor with dirty means and took away the leader's throne.

If the rumors are true, it should be very difficult for Senior Zhongyuan.

Obviously this guy should be killed to avenge the former leader, but if that is the case, the huge Hong Kong gang will fall into chaos due to the lack of a leader, and eventually fall apart.

That's why he faced Dazai with such a contradictory attitude - although he was sincerely told to die on weekdays, but when danger approached, he was always the first to rush to protect him.

And the current demented appearance, who has completely lost the concept of superiors and subordinates, and is frantically shaking the leader's windbreaker, is obviously the former.

"Stop picking up children and come back, you rotten pickled mackerel!!! Who do you think you are causing trouble to! Aren't I the one who cleaned up your mess in the end!!"

"Hahaha, I get it~ Watching the cute junior grow taller than me day by day, Chuya must be resisting this because he can't accept it? After all, he hasn't grown taller for a long time?"

Yu Gongcui... Yu Gongcui had to stop observing the rookie who kept murmuring "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry" with her head in her arms, and stepped forward to prevent the human tragedy of the mad cadre killing the leader again from being staged in front of her.

"Senior, don't be impatient," he stood aside, seizing the last opportunity to enjoy the scene where Osamu Dazai was shaken until his head almost fell off, "If everything goes well, I will be the one who will follow Mr. Dazai to clean up the mess. You Isn't it because of this that you plan to hold a party to celebrate?"

...Yes.

The orange-haired young man stopped his movements immediately, glanced at the annoying boss who was strangled by him and seemed to be enjoying the suffocation, and threw him away with a shake of his hand.

"Forget it for the time being, Yugong, after all, you said that this is your personal secretary, and he is indeed outstanding - we are a mafia, and strength is everything!"

Nakahara also looked at his own finger that had been in direct contact with Dazai, with a look of disgust in his eyes, as if he really wanted to find a handkerchief to wipe it off, but there are more important things to do now than responding to Dazai.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the white-haired boy who was squirming away against the corner of the wall, and the latter trembled with fright just by looking at him.

"Tell me, what is the value of this kind of kid who is still drinking milk?!"

Osamu Dazai followed the direction he was pointing at, staring at the slender young man who was overwhelmed by the corner of the wall, hugging his knees and trembling because of too much attention from others.

For a moment, Amamiya Tsui keenly felt that even the Dazai who brought this person back was shaken.

But the leader is the leader, even if he is not confident, he will not be overwhelmed by the questioning subordinates. Instead, he let out a meaningful laugh, and slowly stretched out his hand to smooth the folds on the placket.

"I don't need to explain to you, Chuya. Pay attention to your identity. Since this is the port mafia, then the order of my leader is everything."

"Oh, really."

It is a very disrespectful act to use one's identity to suppress others. It is similar to elementary school students who get angry and call their parents when they can't quarrel with each other.

As if awakened by something, the happy atmosphere of the sand sculptures that haunted several people before suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, the excess anger on Zhongye Zhongye's face also disappeared.

He looked at the smiling Dazai Osamu with a blank face, and took a step back, making it clear that he didn't want to care about this anymore.Afterwards, even forgetting to say goodbye to Yu Gongcui, the orange-haired young man left indifferently, with a low pressure all over his body.

The relaxed smile that had been hanging on Osamu Dazai's face, which inexplicably stained him with childishness, also disappeared, and he looked a little downcast.

Yu Gongcui watched the bullied senior leave angrily, and spoke with a complicated mood.

"I think... the Central Plains cadres may be the people who trust you the most in the world, Mr. Dazai."

Otherwise, I won't be deceived by you, a liar, for years, this is love.

Shouldn't you be gentle with those who trust you?In other words, isn't trust such a thing that can only be obtained by being friendly to others?

The bandaged young man smiled and touched the long scarf hanging on his chest.

"...Is that so. Unlucky for a slug."

Before Yu Gongcui could humbly ask the scumbag about the necessary skills to cheat other people's trust, this senior in the industry who made him stand up high waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud.

gone?

Just gone?

The phrase "I will be the one who will follow Mr. Dazai to clean up the mess" that was used to comfort Senior Zhongyuan before, has it become a reality so soon?

Yu Gongcui withdrew her involuntarily extended hand, straightened her back, and looked at the source of the conflict who had no sense of existence and was trying to squeeze herself into the wall, and the latter was visibly frightened just by noticing his gaze. With a big jump, the blood on his face faded away.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The young man's weak golden pupils were filled with mist, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of others, so he forcibly restrained the expression of not crying... It was so bullying that it made people want to move.

"I, I didn't break in on purpose, I didn't hear anything just now! Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear!"

Yu Gongcui has indeed never encountered this type of nerve that is so delicate that it will break at the touch of a touch, but it does not mean that he is not good at handling it.

"I'm Yu Gongcui, the leader's private secretary. Please don't be afraid. I've only been in office for a month, and I haven't touched anything. It's not very convenient here. If possible, would you like to talk while walking?"

The young man was easily brought into his rhythm, and seemed to feel that a terrifying mafia with big waists would pass by this corridor at any time, and hurriedly followed his footsteps.

"I'm meeting you for the first time, Naka-Nakajima Atsushi..."

"Well, if it's convenient, can I call you Dunjun? I always feel that you seem very young."

"You can call her whatever you want! As for the age, well, it seems to be... just turned 14 this year."

... Osamu Dazai, you devil.

Is it Shotacon, is it Shotacon!

That's why they are so harsh on seniors from the Central Plains who are tall but overage!

Attributing all his momentary aphasia to himself, Atsushi Nakajima's voice carried a faint cry.

"I, I don't remember the exact number, I'm really sorry!"

"Huh? It was just a casual question, and I didn't mean to express my dissatisfaction." Yu Gongcui comforted him, dumbfounded, "I told you not to be so nervous, and I'm only two years older than you."

"Even so..." The boy's crying became more obvious, "But this is...after all, the base of the Mafia!"

He was a poor little boy who was bullied and abused in an orphanage since he was a child. He was suddenly taken to a big city like Yokohama. lair.

At that moment, the headlines of the next day's newspaper appeared in front of Atsushi Nakajima.

"The ignorant boy was deceived, what happened to the floating corpse at the port"

The accompanying picture is his own body covered in bullet holes.

The black-haired boy leading the way has an outstanding appearance and a calm demeanor, reminiscent of an inaccessible lake in the deep forest. Compared with the mafia boss who tricked him and the irritable cadre who despised him as useless, it seems that he is not so easy to suddenly reveal his true colors eat up.

But at this moment, those unwavering black eyes looked back at him, as if he had seen through the miserable picture in his little mind, and sighed helplessly.

"You were brought by the leader, and no one will do it for you. Can you tell me, you and Dazai-san—?"

"That, when I ran away from the orphanage, I ran into him in the woods." Atsushi Nakajima was downcast, obviously not wanting to recall, "He said he could give me everything I wanted... I will, I will go with him gone."

...The first time I summoned up the courage to contact the outside world, I met Dazai Osamu. The price of this trust is really heavy.

Even Yu Gongcui couldn't bear to provoke him any more, she just quickened her pace and brought him back to her residence, and closed the door of the room behind the dazed and flustered young boy.

Atsushi Nakajima, with tears in his eyes, folded his hands on his chest.

"This, this is not the way out...don't come here! If you come here again, I will call someone!"

"Are you a guest invited by a funny variety show?" He finally couldn't help complaining, walked around the child into the bathroom, put hot water in the bathtub, and when he came out, he saw Atsushi Nakajima studying the door lock and wanted to go out Not too daring, "Go take a bath, Dunjun."

He received a shocked and aggrieved look as if he said "undress me".

Yugong Cui raised her forehead, and found that dealing with this type does require a lot of effort.

"Let's go take a shower. After all, you've driven a long way, haven't you? You should change your clothes. Let's make do with mine for now. They are all newly bought this month. You haven't eaten lunch yet, right? I'll do it A little bit, we will discuss what to do next after eating, is that okay?"

Convinced by the word "lunch", the boy finally went into the bathroom obediently, clutching his grumbling stomach.

It's cooking, but Amamiya Cui's related skills are only as good as putting instant rice in the microwave and frying two eggs.

He opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of orange juice and put them on the table. He turned around and picked out a more casual style from the closet. He put the clothes on his arms and knocked on the bathroom door.

"The clothes and towels are left at the door. The underwear is new, don't mind too much."

The sound of splashing water stopped temporarily, and the boy floated out from inside with a timid voice.

"Yes... I have made you worry, thank you very much."

Oh, it's still possible to communicate.

Spontaneously, there was a sense of satisfaction from the blown-up stray cat sniffing her fingers. Amamiya Tsui raised her lips and walked into the kitchen. She put on thick cotton gloves and took out two microwaved baked rice. Buckle up the egg and bring it to the dining table.

Although it is already a rich enough meal for social animals, as a newcomer's first meal in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, it seems a bit crude.

After hesitating, I reopened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and took out a box of treasured custard buns from inside - if there is a "dessert", it can give people the illusion of being richer.

Then use the remaining apples to cut into a fruit plate, Yu Gongcui felt that she had really tried her best.

While the orphan kidnapped by the leader was still taking a bath, he began to use this moment of free time to plan the evening welcome party.

Although Nakahara Chuya originally meant that three or five people could gather at will in private, but since Dazai Osamu paid attention to this matter and put Atsushi Nakajima into his hands, he obviously wanted the kid to take this opportunity Enter the sight of Hong Kong black people.

The party inevitably became official that night.

There is no need to invite outsiders, but try to invite all the key internal personnel. Whether they come or not is their business. Yu Gongcui is only responsible for notifying them.Coordinated with the logistics department on the venue issue, and after receiving a definite reply, sent a brief invitation letter to several cadres, heads of various departments, and the action unit Black Lizard.

It just mentioned that the leader wanted to introduce newcomers in a more formal ceremony, but he didn't point out the existence of Atsushi Nakajima for the time being.

As long as I think of the scene where the boy was trembling with fear from the gaze of others, I always feel that even a little bit of arousing everyone's expectations will overwhelm him.

Although out of unknown motives, he was determined to let this child join Hong Kong gangsters, but the scene of a public execution... Osamu Dazai hadn't thought about it at all.

That person is only responsible for causing trouble.

The door of the bathroom opened a thin gap, and the bony arms stretched out to search in private, dragging the clothes back silently and quickly like a little mouse stealing food.

The door closed and opened again, the barefooted boy with short messy hair that was still dripping was staring straight at the steaming baked rice on the dining table, his whole face was full of straightforward desire.

After sending out the invitation, Yu Gongcui closed the computer, said "wait a moment", and took a pair of slippers over.Atsushi Nakajima slipped quickly to the dining table with his shoes on, but he didn't dare to just pull out the chair and sit down. He just looked at him uneasily with his hands behind his back, like a little wild cat that wants to eat but is afraid of being beaten.

The beeping sound of the microwave came from the kitchen, and the custard buns were ready.Yu Gongcui pressed the poor cat on the chair, forced a spoon into his hand, and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth: "Would you like to eat? Chew, chew, swallow—well, it's so good. "

Atsushi Nakajima was out of control, sat at the table and gorged himself.When Yu Gongcui came out with a plate of custard buns, she was shocked to find that the baked rice box was empty.

How long has the child been hungry?

After hesitating for a moment, he still put the custard bag in front of him, unscrewed a bottle of orange juice and handed it over: "Eat slowly, be careful of choking."

This is very embarrassing for Atsushi Nakajima, he carefully looked at Amamiya Cui's expression, not sure if it meant that he thought he had eaten too much.So, after struggling in every possible way, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up a custard bag... broke off half of it, and put the remaining half back obediently.

He held half a big bun and ate it deliciously. The background was full of small flowers. Yu Gongcui sat and watched, feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt for treating others harshly.

It is three o'clock in the afternoon.When Osamu Dazai showed up in the Hong Kong Building with the child, he had already missed lunch time.

If Atsushi Nakajima didn't eat, it was obvious that Dazai, who was traveling with him, also ignored the meal.

That guy...does he have something to eat now?

If no one urges him, Yu Gongcui doesn't think he will make it up on purpose - that's not a person who cherishes his body at all.

It was fine before I noticed this, but as soon as I woke up, I felt a little restless.Yu Gongcui struggled for a while, then fed the half custard bun to the eager kitten, and finally took out her mobile phone to make a call.

"Mr. Dazai? It's me."

"It's nothing, I just ordered crabmeat rice takeaway from that very popular restaurant on a whim, and I specifically told the clerk to add more toilet cleaners in it, so that you can see heaven if you take a bite—"

"Well, that's right. So please go to the front desk to pick it up in half an hour, and be sure to eat it one bite at a time, so that my heart will not be in vain."

He hung up the phone, and just as he was about to make up for the takeaway that didn't exist before, he heard a loud beep from the system.

[Friendly reminder to the host, the target's trust value has increased by four points!The current trust value is: 10 points! 】

Yu Gongcui shook her hand, and the phone almost slipped and fell to the floor.

...a month of hard work is worth ordering you a takeaway.

What is the logic behind this? ? ?

Do you like crab meat rice that much? ?

Tucao return to Tucao, it is gratifying that the trust value has broken through the ten-point mark, and he has finally become the most familiar stranger in Dazai's heart.After ordering the takeout calmly, Yu Gongcui put down her chopsticks after two mouthfuls of rice hastily, and prepared to take Atsushi Nakajima out.

"I'll take you to the HR department first, and then we'll go to the street to buy some clothes to wear at night. Don't be afraid, Dunjun." He stroked the little cat's silver hair, which still had a trace of wetness, and motioned the cat to relax, "Here It’s Hong Kong gangsters, no one will go against the will of the leader.”

"But I... I don't want to... join the Mafia."

Nakajima Atsushi stood still, because he was full, so his voice was not as trembling as before, but he still had the feeling of crying when there was a disagreement.

"I don't know anything at all! I have a bad personality, and my brain turns slowly. Even when I fight in the orphanage, I am always the one who is bullied on the ground! The courtyard and the dean also said that I have no Waste of value—”

His voice became quieter, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and seemed quite convinced that he was a waste.

"In short, in short, asking me to join such a violent organization will definitely slow you down, and I might die the next day! Amamiya-kun, can you contact Mr. Dazai? Can you help me? Let me explain a little bit, please!!!"