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

Take the little tiger home, coax him to take a bath, and change his blood-stained clothes.

The collar has been removed, and it is quietly placed on a corner of the table.Yu Gongcui peeled an apple for Izumi Jinghua, who has always been silent and obedient, and followed here like a puppet. The latter sat on the sofa and gnawed seriously with her head down. Her bulging cheeks reminded people of autumn squirrel.

Atsushi Nakajima, who came out after changing clothes, was a little restless for some reason, his eyes kept wandering to the door, and he couldn't relax.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Gongcui understood that he had a deep psychological shadow on a certain unscrupulous boss. He was afraid that the other party would break into the door again, and said with a smile why he didn't follow the order. However, he didn't want to Just letting the other party leave like this, he glanced at the sky and stood up first.

"Let's go eat soup tofu," he suggested with a smile, noticing that the eyes of the other two suddenly lit up, "I treat you."

Cut the tender and smooth tofu into small pieces, supplemented with various seasonal vegetables, put it into the broth made of bonito and kombu, and cook slowly over low heat.

In the porcelain white casserole, bubbles bubbled slowly, overflowing with snow-white water vapor, and the tofu half-soaked in the amber soup was also shaking slightly. Put the condiments in your mouth, and you only need to sip it slightly, and it will turn into a delicious and mellow hot flow in your mouth, and even your chest will stretch out.

No one spoke during the dinner, and everyone was fighting with the food in the bowl wholeheartedly.Yu Gongcui added several additional meals in a row to satisfy Atsushi Nakajima, who can be inhaled by a storm when he meets a meal that suits his appetite, and Jinghuajiang, who can eat a lot more than it looks.

In the second half, he just sat there with his chin resting on his face, watching the two people who were busy cooking with a smile on his face, his expression was as kind as an old farmer looking at a humming piglet.

When they were full with wine and food, the two juniors felt their round bellies and let out a sigh of satisfaction, before he asked the clerk to clear up the dishes on the table and serve familiar green tea.

The hostility on Quan Jinghua's body that does not match her age was greatly dissipated by the delicious food. At this time, she lowered her head to drink tea, with the dull hair on her head flickering, looking very ignorant and cute.Yu Gongcui thought that she was Atsushi Nakajima's trusted partner, and she didn't intend to avoid her, so she ordered a dessert for the little girl alone, and asked her to eat slowly with a small spoon.

Judging from the latter's stunned and bristling appearance, it's obvious that he doesn't know how to hide what he's thinking at all, and he almost writes his joy and contentment on his face, and even expresses his respect for this senior mafia. Favorability also climbed to a new peak.

Yu Gongcui took a sip of tea, and spoke to the little tiger who was about to flatten across the way. Hearing the latter's shock, he put his hands on his knees and sat upright.

"Let's make a promise, Dun-jun."

"Say something like an agreement..." The young man waved his hands in a panic, "You, you just give me an order! Even if you don't mention the relationship between the superior and the superior, I will do it with my life if I ask you to do it. !"

Putting up her index finger and pressing it on her lips, waiting for the other party to calm down and calm down with reddish cheeks, Yugong Cui continued to speak in a warm voice.

"That's different. It's neither an entrustment nor a task. There's no need to feel any pressure, and there won't be any consequences if you fail to complete it. To be more precise, I just want to play a game with Dunjun."

"game?"

While Atsushi Nakajima murmured and repeated, Izumi Kyoka, who was buried in the dessert in the corner, froze and raised her ears to this side.

"Yes, the game. There is no need to complete it with the consciousness of risking your life. Rather, the reason why this form is adopted is to hope that you can take a short break from your daily work and take a break. It would be best if you find it interesting. gone."

The moment before he nodded without hesitation, the boy stopped his movements suddenly.

An unclear thought flashed through his mind, prompting him to purse his lips, and after a while he asked mysteriously, "Have you... also made such a 'promise' with Mr. Dazai?"

In the Japanese-style private room filled with the lingering aroma of yudofu, the voice fell into silence.

Seeing his own reflection in the black pupils of the senior who opened wide in response, writing such intense and burning inexplicable emotions, a distorted virtual image belonging to [Tiger], Atsushi Nakajima, who returned to his senses, felt his face almost burning, Mirai had time to cover his face with his hands and ask the other party to forgive his rudeness, when he heard an unexpectedly calm reply.

"No," Yu Gongcui denied, "It's also the first time for me to do this kind of thing, so I'm somewhat unconfident. As for Dazai, even if you look into the future, you probably won't have such a chance."

He noticed that the boy on the opposite side let out a trembling breath after holding his breath to listen.

Although he was still so embarrassed because of the previous failure that he almost didn't dare to look up at him, the breath all over his body was obviously much lighter, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

This answer was not a lie casually uttered to comfort Atsushi Nakajima, on the contrary, every word was quite true.

The only thing that is concealed is probably the essence of the agreement that is whitewashed as a "game" and lures the little tiger to gradually take the bait——

It is not simply relaxation and entertainment, but tailor-made psychotherapy for Atsushi Nakajima.

Yu Gongcui tapped the table rhythmically with the tip of her index finger, quickly flipping through the densely written memos in her mind, and gradually sorted out the lines to be said next.

Dun's psychological trauma falls into two main categories.

One is the continued abuse in a high-pressure environment in childhood, which leads to disapproval of self-worth, neglect of self-needs, and fear of others;

One is that after killing the dean, he finds out that this is the person who has been protecting him since he was a child. The fear and hatred of this person, the collapse and disillusionment of "revenge for kindness and revenge", the sense of fate of disobeying the leader's order and ending up...extreme regret, The sense of indebtedness and contradiction makes Dun live in extreme fear, thinking that if he is not needed, he has no value in living, and he must obey the orders of the leader so that he will not make mistakes.

Traumatic reexperiencing symptoms, avoidance symptoms, hypervigilance symptoms, delayed onset and persistent mental disturbances in individuals due to involvement in the death of others, are fairly typical in both cause and symptoms.

——The initial diagnosis was "post-traumatic stress disorder", which is commonly known as PTSD.

At present, it is believed that for this disease, the best effect is undoubtedly psychotherapy, but drugs can also further strengthen and consolidate the effect.Before taking the time to lead the little tiger from under Dazai Osamu's nose to find a reliable psychiatrist to prescribe medicine, Amamiya Cui could no longer convince herself to turn a blind eye, so she started the treatment first.

Internationally, a detailed manual treatment method has been developed for PTSD, among which the most widely used is "cognitive processing therapy" to help patients correct extreme thoughts about the scene at that time, and "delayed exposure therapy" to gradually desensitize by recreating the scene at that time treat".

No matter which method is adopted, the most important and basic first step is to establish a relationship of mutual trust between the patient and the doctor. The doctor needs to truly understand the pain that the memory brings to the patient.

Yu Gongcui believes that the above two points are all satisfied, and she can skip the stage of getting familiar with it and directly enter the main topic. "Delayed Exposure Therapy" was too irritating, obviously not suitable for Dun who couldn't control the white tiger freely, so there was almost no need to weigh it, so he chose the milder former.

Before officially starting, the first thing that needs to be clarified is the part that has nothing to do with psychotherapy.

["Crime" by Atsushi Nakajima. 】

He watched the child grow up from the age of 14, and subjectively identified it as an angel.But enemies of the port mafia, like the guys who've just been massacred deadpanned in dock warehouses, clearly see things differently.

Those people were in the smuggling business, and they had more or less lives on their hands, so they were already ready to pay the price.

The port mafia is the arbiter of Yokohama's dark night, as long as they abide by the law, they will be designated within the scope of protection.There is nothing wrong with dealing with the trash. As for the crime of letting the blood stain the boy's hands, of course it should be blamed on Osamu Dazai, the source of all evil.

After going around and around, the focus still fell back to the matter of "killing the dean".

Yu Gongcui's eyelashes drooped slightly, recalling the scars she had glimpsed on Dun's forearm and flank, which were left by being beaten with a red-hot iron rod when she was young.

Food is nothing more than cold leftovers that are chastened by grown-ups called caretakers for no reason.The stomach is already so hungry that it convulses, but it still needs to dip its hands in icy cold water, unsteadily wash the dishes, and fearfully worry about the next beating that will come when it doesn't know when.

——To be honest, he thinks that the headmaster deserved what he deserved for falling into this situation.

Although he can solemnly declare that "my heart is good" and "I am for the good of the children, without me they would have starved to death by the roadside", but in the final analysis, all he did was to give these children a bite of food Eat, then abuse them mercilessly.

While continuing their lives, these young souls are branded with memories that will last a lifetime and are more painful than death.

On top of the main tone of these actions, "hiding Atsushi Nakajima's supernatural ability" is like clear water falling into a pool of ink, which is quite weak in every sense.It is the first time that Ke Dun, who has such a soft and bullying character, has hated him for several years, even in order to escape from the painful old memories, and for the first time mustered up the courage to take the initiative to break up the past, which is enough to show how much he has been tortured.

"Revenge" is an ever-present theme.

He was supposed to be relieved after that, but the only thing that went wrong was that Dun's nature was too kind, always subconsciously ignoring the pain he suffered, and magnifying the sporadic kindness of others to him infinitely.

Perhaps it was because of seeing some tiny evidence, and at the time of emotional turmoil, he forgot the abuse he had suffered, such deep hatred, and mistakenly thought that this was the benefactor who raised him since he was a child.

...It is the deep desire to be loved that even such a distorted thing is named "love" and refuses to deny it, so that it pushes itself into the abyss.

Originally, it was something that could be easily resolved as long as one firmly believed that it was a villain.

"—Dun Jun, there is nothing wrong with it."

Yu Gongcui slowly came to a conclusion.

As if incomprehensible, the boy's yellow and purple eyes reflected the faint light scattered from the ceiling lamp, and stared blankly at him.

"Although it will be said that it is a shortcoming, but there is no way, the fact is like this."

Amused by the junior's appearance, he laughed, his expression became softer, and he repeated clearly, "Dun Jun is not a sinner. Don't be too harsh on yourself, just smile a little bit."

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[This statement is puzzling. 】

[With such a special ability, as the captain of the port mafia guerrilla, he has a great reputation, and he does not know how much blood has been stained on his hands.Can these real crimes be easily denied in a few words? 】

In the elegantly decorated apartment, the young man lay back on the easy chair, letting the gradually thickening night cover his surroundings.The bone china cup on the coffee table was originally filled with steaming hot coffee, but because of his neglect, it turned cold alone, turning into bitter water with no aroma.

The door of the half-hidden room was knocked respectfully, and after getting permission, someone came in and took the coffee away with a tray.The subordinate, whose head was still wrapped in a bandage, bowed slightly exaggeratedly, with a fluttering tone and a sense of strange joy for no reason.

"Is there anything else you can order, my dear master?"

It was supposed to prompt him to leave with a polite refusal, but for some reason there was no sound.Maybe it's just laziness.The young man thought casually, and let the other party stay by the coffee table in that posture, continuing to listen to the conversation from the receiving device.

"...Using the result of tossing a coin to distinguish the priority, ask the other party free questions, and the person being questioned must answer honestly. Repeat this five times, if you are not satisfied with the answer, you can ask the other party to complete one thing-only if it does not involve principles , Little things that won't make you feel embarrassed."

"But if you deliberately propose unreasonable things, or if you can complete it but pretend you can't, you need to complete the other party's request again as a punishment."

This rule is obviously using the name of the game to achieve some unspeakable purpose.

brainwashing?tame?

No, the ultimate goal is correction and treatment?

He was a little regretful.

[Why do you not allow others to look directly at your own sins, but force that gaze to look away? 】

The subordinate standing on the side asked with a smile: "Is there a guy who doesn't have long eyes that makes you feel unhappy?"

"It's not." The young man denied it mildly, "I'm interested, that's all. You know, I've been looking for like-minded comrades-in-arms."

As long as you say it, it becomes impossible to distinguish the true from the false, and sometimes even yourself will believe it to be true.

"The great mission of saving all mankind from evil can only be accomplished by you, and it will eventually be accomplished by you. I have always firmly believed in this."

Ivan, who became a fanatic after surgery, straightened up and asked further, "But if there is an ally who can get into your eyes—"

"Not yet."

The young man who was sitting in the easy chair with his eyes drooping in thought opened his eyes, revealing wine-like red pupils mixed with a bright purple tone.As he recalled a certain characteristic in the information and in the conversation just now, there was a slight mockery and interest in his calm eyes.

In order to push the detective agency and the port mafia to stand on opposite sides, we specially focused on guys who have deep ties to both.

"If it can be used properly, it can even facilitate the whole plan in an instant." With the idea of ​​using it purely as a bargaining chip, I paid attention to the private secretary of the Hong Kong/black leader, but unexpectedly, I heard such a concept that was completely different from his. Contradictory words.

It is said that the leader's deputy named Amamiya Tsui has the ability of reasoning to understand the details and infer the whole through the details. He has promoted the development of the port mafia to the present state with his own power, and has won the trust of his superiors.

Such a character would not be a fool anyway, would he?

【—Then, he must be lying. 】

The young man made his judgment as it should.

Because he couldn't bear to hurt someone close to him, just like what that person said, "too protective", he deliberately told lies that even he didn't believe.

Trying to use lies to save sinners who are in the mire.

The efforts made by people to redeem their sins are so ridiculous that the young man couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his lips, and coughed softly.

After calming down, he glanced at the silent equipment, and slowly continued the previous topic.

"It can't be called excellent. Although he is capable, he seems to be lacking in consciousness. But since it happened to be in the plan..." The crow-like eyelashes drooped, and the curved arc of the eyes was gentle and beautiful, "let him become us a member of the

"Just treat it as a meeting gift for my old acquaintance."

Although he didn't think that Osamu Dazai would have someone he really trusted, the corners of his lips curled up briskly when he thought of the other party's shock after suffering a loss and he could only pretend not to care.

"That's right," he repeated, "a small gift from Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, after a few years."

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When going to work the next day, Yu Gongcui inexplicably felt a lingering chill lingering behind her back.

Maybe it was the wind blowing on the way back last night, which is a precursor to a cold.

He threw away the metaphysical factors, made the above inference objectively and seriously, and felt that he had worked so hard to clean up the mess for Dazai that doggy man, leaving his health behind, and he was almost overdrawn, while the trust value of the other party was still motionless ——

Suddenly realizing that he hadn't looked at the value for several days, Amamiya Cui clicked on the counting table of the system and glanced at it. It showed that Osamu Dazai's current trust value was [52].

A few days passed, and it rose by four points in various ways.

Oh, that's fine.

No matter how many times I've stabbed Boss Dog in my heart, and how many times I've complained secretly about why this person is so difficult to deal with, when the tall figure in a black windbreaker appeared in sight, Yu Gongcui still habitually greeted him , hand over breakfast and the medicines that need to be taken, and supervise the other party to eat obediently.

"How are you feeling these days?"

Although he knew that the period between taking some ingredients and acting on the brain was as long as a week, he still asked a question habitually, and got a cheerful and brisk answer from the person concerned.

"It feels really good~ If you drink a lot of alcohol after eating this, you will surely be able to reach heaven in a peaceful sleep, refreshed, right?"

"It's not possible," Yu Gongcui replied with a very gentle voice, "It's more likely to drown in your own vomit. I will take pictures and upload them on the internal forum."

Osamu Dazai snorted on the soy milk, and made a vague complaint when he heard this.

"Really, it's - completely - not as soft and bullying as it used to be! At that time, no matter what I said, you would nod and agree. Even if you were picking on work, you would review it from the bottom of your heart. Will do better!"

"...You know it's a thorn in the side."

The corner of Yu Gongcui's mouth twitched, and she angrily put aside a pile of packaging waste produced by her unscrupulous boss, and threw it into the trash can.

The documents on the desktop have been sorted and organized in advance. The tall ones are the various details that Amamiya Sui needs to deal with today, and the short ones are important matters that should be approved by the leader, and they are specially selected for Dazai Osamu to handle. To save him from being too idle to panic and slip out to dive again.

The young man with a full stomach lay lazily on the table, and took out candy from the secretary's snack store in a familiar way to eat.After realizing that the latter was completely unmoved, he sneakily pushed the stack of documents in front of him aside, and then took out a few stacks openly and stacked them on top of the taller stack.

After receiving the silent gaze of condemnation from his subordinates, he put on an innocent expression of "this is normal operation".

"This is a manifestation of my trust in Amamiya!" Pulling the bandage on the edge of his cheek, Dazai Zhizhi said confidently, "Anyway, you can handle it well. There are so many things, and if I am too tired, I will feel very depressed. of!"

As if to prove his words, he grabbed the top stack of documents and flicked through them.

"'As a daily necessities manufacturing company under the port mafia, high-level executives have died one after another recently. It is suspected that it was the work of supernatural beings, but there is no definite evidence'—ha, this is completely provoking us."

While agreeing with Osamu Dazai's point of view, Amamiya Cui also felt a little complicated.

During the first week, nothing like this happened.

As the day when Osamu Dazai jumped from the rooftop gradually approached, perhaps because of the butterfly effect caused by his own efforts, more and more differences gradually emerged.

In addition to the "suspected assassination of high-level executives of the daily necessities manufacturer 'Diemei Co., Ltd.'", there have been more and more new incidents mentioned in the document since the past few days.

If Osamu Dazai had to wait until the end of Act [-] in peace, what happened afterwards must be something he had never experienced before, and this stage is just a preview.The world is so huge that it is reasonable to expect that the trajectories of the two operations will coincide exactly.

After simply clearing things up, Amamiya Cui turned her attention back to the incident itself.

"It is estimated that I need to go there in person to find out the murderer and give revenge. The faster the response to the provocation and the more intense the method, the better the deterrent effect."

"That company is not far away. I will take Dunjun there and it will be settled soon."

Osamu Dazai, who was listening with his chin tilted and his head tilted, froze his eyes when he caught a certain name, and then quietly covered it up.

"You really like that kid."

It was still a nonchalant and rambunctious tone, but the exclamation was full of deep meaning, mixed with a dangerous temptation.

Amameong Tsui couldn't help but look at him, wondering why he held such hostility towards Atsushi Nakajima for a moment, and gave an answer after deliberation.

"The status of the cadres is too high to be transferred at will. One is selected from the Black Lizard alone, and I am worried that the value of force is not enough. I just think Dunjun is more suitable. But think about it carefully, it seems that Mr. Guangjin's ability will come in handy. -"

There was a dim light beating in the iris-colored eyes.

The facts are indeed as the other party said, or this is just a cover-up.

Can't make a decision yet, but it doesn't matter.Because at that moment, I couldn't help but make a decision that surprised even myself.

It wasn't Atsushi Nakajima, Chuya Nakahara, or Yanagi Hirotsu, the young leader of the port mafia tapped the armrest of his chair, interrupting his subordinates with indisputable calm.

"—I'll go with you."