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

When night fell, Amamiya Tsui returned to Lupin again.

In the previous conversation, although Osamu Dazai did not deny his actions, he also did not mean to cooperate obediently.To be persuaded by simple words without providing any strong evidence, if it is so perfunctory, it is not Dazai.

"It's a boring story with no suspense," the young man said with a smile, "and you want to use my experience to rewrite the ending to make it more interesting. Ah, so Amamiya is a third-rate novelist?"

Although his words were harsh and sarcasm, under Amamiya Tsui's silent gaze, Osamu Dazai also restrained his stinging attitude, put his hands into the windbreaker jacket, and kicked on the ground alone. Get up on the swing.

"—Prove it to me."

There was only the creaking sound of the overwhelmed swing in my ears, until the sunset, when the gray concrete floor was dyed orange red by the afterglow, that person finally made up his mind and threw out a sentence forcefully.

"Whether it's a photo or a video, in short, convince me that your story is true. When you're ready, come and talk to me about the terms."

Then he stood up, patted his butt, and left the park without delay, leaving Amamiya Tsui alone, silently lamenting that the Dazai's style of work is always surprisingly consistent.

There is no such thing as friendliness.Always follow your own brain hole to dance casually, and let others be bald.

Someone who was ready to go bald touched his hairline and started on the way back.

It is necessary to prepare both the funds for purchasing information and the evidence that Dazai asked for.The time of the devil is approaching, it's time to go back to Dungeon B.

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When she stepped out of the bar again, the street scene seemed to have not changed much, and even the HostClub across the street had posted a conspicuous recruitment notice, but Amamiya Tsui knew what was different.

He stopped a taxi on the side of the road, announced the name of the place, and drove silently all the way to Yokohama's landmark building, the port/black resident built by five skyscrapers.

When the vehicle arrived at its destination, as soon as it stopped, a junior member in a black suit stepped forward and opened the door respectfully.

"You're back, Master Yugong."

Yugong Cui hummed, and asked casually, "Where's the leader?"

Originally, I didn't expect to get an answer. After all, that guy doesn't fish every day. Even as a secretary, he doesn't know where his boss is, let alone ordinary members who don't have access to the upper echelons——

"It should be in the office on the top floor." The man in the suit answered fluently, and even gave his own guess, "The plaque of 'Yokohama Outstanding Young Entrepreneur' was delivered today, and the leader seems to be in a good mood, so he asked someone to hang it in the office , may be admiring."

...Yeah, there's another thing.

Being able to win this kind of award means that the government has reluctantly acknowledged the contribution of Hong Kong/Black to Yokohama. Whether the focus is on the government's deflation or the award itself, Osamu Dazai should be very happy, and It is true in memory.

It's just that he is different from Doflamingo, "whether Yu Gongcui is capable" and "whether Yugong Cui is trustworthy" are clearly separated.

So even though the mood improved a little during that time, the trust value still didn't rise much.

Yu Gongcui walked all the way to the chief's office on the top floor. On the way, he turned on the counter and glanced at it. The number was still cold and frighteningly low [29].

The results obtained after spending several years and countless efforts are so cruel. For a moment, Yu Gongcui's mood was complicated, and she almost wavered about whether she could complete the task next.

After all, Osamu Dazai is too difficult to deal with! ! !

He comforted himself with the butcher of the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation", he was not afraid, the worst would be to fight poison with fire, I don't believe that even he himself can't understand how strange his thinking mode is.

Stopping at the door of the office for a while, Yu Gongcui sorted out her demeanor and mood, and after confirming that there were no omissions, she opened the door and walked in calmly.

Familiar dark carpet.Familiar French windows on three sides.The familiar set of black desks.The windbreaker and scarf are hanging on the coat rack in the corner. In his usual office, a familiar figure is humming happily and turning the chair whirring.

...alive.

still alive.

Nothing has happened yet, and all endings have the opportunity to be modified.

Yu Gongcui took a deep breath silently, calmed down the surging heart, and walked over as if nothing had happened.

The dog man Osamu Dazai was unaware of his majestic mental journey, and he didn't feel dizzy from turning around, so he just turned around and greeted the secretary.

"Yo, Yugong, you're back."

"Yes." He replied in a steady tone, without any emotional fluctuations. "Can you please step aside? I'm going to start dealing with business."

Osamu Dazai pretended to be sad and stopped the childish behavior of the COS top, but his butt was still glued to the chair, motionless.

"But this is obviously my office, right? I can't just agree to such a presumptuous request from Yugong."

Originally, he was ready to appreciate the other party's face-changing, annoyed but helpless expression, but this time he miscalculated for some reason—the subordinate opposite had an indifferent expression that he knew beforehand, and even took a step back without complaint.

"Senior Zhongyuan reminded me before that it might make you feel uncomfortable to take on all the affairs alone. It was indeed my fault for ignoring this before. Then I will step back first. The files on the desktop are all to be dealt with within today. When it's over, please do your best."

"?!"

Osamu Dazai stood up subconsciously, and stretched out his hand to the figure who lightly disappeared outside the door, "Wait—!"

He just wants to be a capitalist father and chat happily, and doesn't want to work? ! !

Blame that talkative slug!

Model workers are all forced out. If the bald work for several years is shared by competent subordinates, it will become very painful when they are forced to pick up again.

Osamu Dazai sat back on the office chair, guessing that the secretary's words seemed to be serious, even if it was delayed until tomorrow, he would be the one who finally finished the work.So he slumped for a while, reluctantly picked up the top one, and then entered the state, pursing his lips and looking through it meticulously.

The double doors creaked suddenly, Osamu Dazai looked up in surprise, and found that it was indeed his secretary who was walking straight towards the desk.

What a soft-spoken child.

Osamu Dazai felt that he could continue fishing again, with his mouth slightly raised, propped his chin with one hand, and handed over the document that he had just flipped through two or three pages.

"It seems that you still have to work hard."

However, to his surprise, Yu Gongcui, who has never refused to refuse and accepts everything in terms of work, ignored him and stretched out his hand, and even circled a small semicircle to avoid touching the document. Then he approached, picked up something from the corner of the table, and waved it apologetically in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot my phone."

Then Mr. Secretary picked up his mobile phone and walked away at a faster speed than when he turned back, leaving Dazai Osamu who was forced to work sitting at his desk, and slowly withdrew his hand holding the document.

...I always feel that my heart is quite inexplicably desolate.