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

Who did you think of?

Faces with different expressions of the people I have met so far slipped by in the memory, splashing silently.

Perhaps there were regrets in it, but it is undeniable that those clips are like bright lights hanging high on the branches in the night fog. Just a glance can make people feel at ease unconsciously. Slowly stopped in the light.

"It's not a good boy's way to ask too many questions." The smile on the corner of her mouth hadn't faded yet, Amamiya Cui raised her hand and pressed Dazai Osamu's shoulder, pushing him away with a calm and firm force, "Zhi Jun, that's my private matter. "

Such deliberately emphasizing the boundaries coupled with the obvious rejection of body movements forced the young man with his lips pursed to correct his attitude and leaned back on the back of the seat a little discouraged.

Although he asked like that, he knew very clearly in his heart that there could only be one answer.

A character who is always looking for and working hard to gain the love of the other party——in the story told by Amamiya Tsui, the one who is the only protagonist, Osamu Dazai from another world.

"What," he muttered in a low voice, "do you care about that guy so much?"

This was a whining out of a whim, a muffled murmur slipped past his lips, only he could hear it clearly.

Reminiscent of the fact that the other party unabashedly invited him to see a doctor on his behalf, the inexplicable sense of anger became stronger, and when the taxi arrived at the destination, his face was almost swollen into a bun.

After getting out of the car, he headed towards the doctor's consulting room. Although Amamiya noticed immediately that he was having a fight, he was at a loss and confused about the reason.

"Why are you angry, Zhijun?"

Yeah, he thought.

What am I mad about?

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After a short weekend break, the Hong Kong/Black leader who was reluctantly arrested and brought to work slumped on the office chair, trying to clear his mind, and received an unexpected gift from his subordinates again.

What was handed over along with the breakfast were a few pills lying quietly in the secretary's open palm, as fine and white as plaster.

The young man with bandages on his eyes tilted his head and looked at it curiously.

"Eh, this is—?"

Receiving that doubt, the smiling Yu Gongcui thought about it, and pretended to be serious to fool the other party.

"It's the poison that can go to heaven as you wish after eating it. I spent a lot of time searching for it. If you still yearn for a painless death, why not try this?"

Osamu Dazai took the still warm breakfast from him with ease, and ate slowly with small mouthfuls.When the round bread disappeared into his stomach, he casually tore a piece of paper to wipe away the food crumbs around his mouth, put his three fingers together, and squeezed the few pills from Yu Gongcui's hand.

Fingertips and palms touch indistinctly.stagnation.One touch and instant.

The last vague impression left in my mind is the fleeting itching and coolness.

Yu Gongcui watched as the boss took away the medicines—the prescriptions were prescribed by the doctors in World A, and they were originally the right medicines to treat the illness of the person in front of him.However, he couldn't truthfully explain the origin and effect of these medicines, so he could only use this kind of deceitful method, and naturally he had deep and real concerns about whether Osamu Dazai would obediently take the medicine.

So the next moment when the palm became empty, the heart involuntarily lifted up.

What should I do if I don't want to eat?

After all, it is a medicine of unknown origin, so weird that any ordinary person would be wary.What's more, Dazai Osamu is hard to be trusted. He already knew that even if he casually threw these pills into the trash can, it wouldn't be surprising——

However, before all kinds of distracting thoughts that appeared quickly took shape, Osamu Dazai didn't even bother to lower his head to observe these small snow-white pills carefully, so he casually threw them into his mouth and quickly swallowed them with water.

He frowned and commented: "It's sour and bitter."

Shocked by this for a second, Yu Gongcui regained consciousness after hearing the words, and hurriedly bent down against the back of the office chair, opened the drawer beside the desk, rummaged through the inventory inside, and picked out A piece of candy was unwrapped, and deftly stuffed into the mouth of Osamu Dazai with a bitter face.

A lump bulged on the cheek of the young man with sugar in his mouth, his slightly childish innocent expression made Yu Gongcui feel very light for no reason.

Perhaps it’s because the flow-through process of feeding candy was practiced on Atsushi Nakajima. Normally, the next link——made his right hand by his side unconsciously move. , slightly itchy.

It's Osamu Dazai.He kept emphasizing to himself in his heart that the person in front of him was the leader of the violent group Port Mafia, the evil leader full of mysteries, the critically ill patient who always tended to commit suicide to solve his problems, it was that troublesome dog man Dazai rule.

However, even with such a clear understanding——

The hand is still raised naturally.

With a smoothness that even surprised me, he gently pressed the top of the young man's hair, and spoke softly in a coaxing tone like that of a child.

"So nice."

"Thank you Ji...cough, Dazai-san."

Although there was a moment of stiffness at the beginning of being touched, the body quickly relaxed, like a wild cat that was vigilant and judged that there was no danger, and began to enjoy the touch cautiously.

Feeling silently in her heart that she was really daring, Yu Gongcui straightened up, and just as she was about to withdraw her hand, a familiar voice rang in her ear.

[Friendly reminder to the host, the target's trust value has increased by three points!The current trust value is: 48 points! 】

...Is it three o'clock?

For Osamu Dazai, it was quite a generous reward.However, it would be too biased to say that he had just done something that was worthy of this reward.The most he can do is give a candy to eat, and then pat his head in a good voice.

On the contrary, Dazai himself, not only simply took the small pill of unknown origin, but also didn't get angry in the face of such arrogance——

So, the closer to the truth is, did this person actively choose to trust him?

Yu Gongcui cast a deep glance at the back of the bandaged head of the young man on the office chair, and at the moment when the above thoughts hit his mind, his breathing quickened involuntarily.

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After the trust value broke through the [-]-point threshold, everything went smoothly.

On the other hand, Yu Gongcui, who was diligent and conscientious in front of the troublemaker—for some reason, seems to have become a little clingy recently—the supervisor’s nanny, avoided the former’s gaze, and secretly collected information about Atsushi Nakajima background message.

Even if no one told him the inside story, he still knew that the clingy little tiger suddenly disappeared from the house and had been avoiding him since then, there must be Dazai's handwriting in it.

Should it be said that as Osamu Dazai of the mafia, there is only one way of educating his disciples?

Knowing that since the other party has an almost paranoid "polishing" heart towards Atsushi, it is impossible to persuade him to change his approach on this point, so Amamiya Tsui has no choice but to figure it out slowly, and instead cuts in from Nakajima Atsushi's experience, thinking about it. It is necessary to understand the past that the little tiger regards as a nightmare and keeps secret.

This is the key to turning the shy and introverted child in the past into a "white god of death" who doesn't know what fear is.

If you can apply the newly acquired knowledge, analyze it step by step, and comfort it, how much can you pull Dun, who has shrunk in the shadows, to a more relaxed place?