Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

The dense fog that had shrouded the Weiming country for thousands of years dissipated, and the night passed, and when the rising dawn came, Taketori Che felt that the light was too dazzling to be used to.

Sitting on the steps, she lowered her head silently, put away the Bone Spear, and said nothing for a while.

She did feel that the power of Long Yin in her body had faded bit by bit, just like the sea water when the tide ebbed, and finally all of it was condensed into the divine weapon in her hand.In the second quarter, Yinglong's mark was also complete, and now it can be regarded as completely sealing this immortal power—but, what use is it for Taketori Che?

What did she get out of it?

Got a fragmented Ashina country, a large pile of corpses that turned into ashes and disappeared, or some other messy loot.

But these... are nothing compared to her extremely bad mood at the moment.

Sending away an elder I like personally, even if it is the result of the other party's repeated pleading, but as long as it is a person with normal feelings, most of them will not be able to cheer up at the moment.

The girl folded her legs, buried her face in her knees, and drooped her ears like a frustrated puppy, not wanting to face these things.

Suddenly, Taketori Che felt that there was something warm around his neck.The person immediately raised his head in wonder and frowned when he realized that it was a red scarf specially used by his boss.

——what are you doing!People are in such a bad mood, they still want me to be his hanger!Can you give me some humanity at this time?

Osamu Dazai could tell what she was dissatisfied with at a glance: ...

This idiot completely misunderstood the meaning.

But as the leader of the port mafia, it is never possible to make mistakes in front of his subordinates, so he can only continue to ask calmly: "Do you know why I lent you the scarf?"

"Because you are too hot in the sun, you don't want to wear it." Taketori Che replied wearily.

Dazai:?

He silently took out his mobile phone, glanced at the environment dynamic temperature query software on it, and found that the judgment given by the mobile phone was—the ambient temperature, which is now 15.4°C.

Northeastern Japan, autumn, mountain tops.Three combined elements caused the current temperature.

This temperature is not at all "too hot to wear a scarf".

So he stretched out his hand and rubbed Taketori's head, in exchange for the latter's dissatisfied and soft protest, but soon he was too lazy to quarrel with his boss, so he continued to let him pretend without energy.

"Is Ah Che very sleepy now?" Osamu Dazai asked concerned.

"...You'll know if you're sleepy after you've played two consecutive games with Shura." Taketori Che replied with a bad face, but thinking that his boss is still strong enough tonight (at least he didn't hold back), so his tone softened a little. , "Actually, I can't say I'm sleepy, it's just very tired."

She really can't cheer up.

Since he had just obtained the authority of the Master of Mount Weiming and was within the scope of the Weiming area, his body was not tired, and he could even be said to be very excited, but... his heart was very tired.

"Huh? Do gods feel tired too?" Dazai rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

"Stop teasing me, boss." Taketori Che muttered, "I'm just a selected new thug and part-time garbage disposal worker, the kind who packs and takes away the power of Long Yin. What about occupations like Misama, why don’t they still work to earn money...the gods also need to be well-off..."

She buried her head and complained, but heard the young man beside her laugh, but when she raised her head again in doubt, she found that the other party was still a gentleman looking solemnly at the green lake in the distance.

Taketori Che was very upset: "Boss, you are laughing at me again."

"I do not have."

"You have! You have been holding back your laughter just now! Don't think I didn't see it!" Taketori Che sat up straight, twisted the red scarf around his neck with his fingers, dangling it like a piece of garbage , "You still throw this thing on my head roughly!"

"...I didn't throw it away." Osamu Dazai was speechless, "I put it gently around your neck."

"So why are you hanging on me! You still think of me as a clothes hanger!" Taketori Che directly shouted his true heart.

Then she got the eyes of her boss as if she was looking at a peerless idiot.

Um?Who is this looking at?

The mixed-race girl turned her head to look behind her, and found that there was still a dead body of a bruised beauty hanging on a tree trunk not far away.

oh!It turned out to be looking at that product!

Immediately she was a little unhappy again, feeling depressed.

I can't say what the specific reason is that it is particularly serious, probably because I feel that the boss is talking to me and I still have the mind to pay attention to other corpses...

Osamu Dazai couldn't stand it anymore, he let out a long sigh: "Idiot."

"...Who is this talking about?" Taketori Che asked him with a confused face.

"It's not about you." The leader of the gangster lied casually, and then rubbed the girl's head.

"Oh." Taketori Che felt relieved, and put his head back on his knees again.

The black-haired young man glanced at her, and quietly moved his seat a few centimeters towards her: "Is it uncomfortable for you to sleep like this?"

Taketori Che immediately became vigilant: "The sleeping position is not comfortable... Boss, are you trying to plot against me again!"

"Ache, can you stop being so vigilant all the time?" Dazai Osamu acted like a leader and criticized her very seriously, "As a subordinate, you must learn to trust your boss."

"...Wow, boss, you are killing me."

Dazai, who never expected to get this evaluation, almost couldn't hold back his original expression: "When did I kill you?!"

"Now. You still have [withhold all your money] written on your face."

"You obviously didn't look up..." Before Dazai finished speaking, he suddenly realized that this guy was right, so he could only comfort her patiently, "Okay, don't be sad, I won't deduct your money this time. "

Aggrieved, Taketori Che raised a pair of round light blue eyes to look at him, but most of his face was still buried in his arms, his eyes were similar to those of a puppy who smells of meat.

"Really?"

"Really, really." Dazai patted his arm confidently, meaning that he was willing to lend her a pillow for a while, "Do you want to sleep next to me?"

At this time, a normal girl must be full of enthusiasm and frenzy.But Taketori Che just shook his head a little, and kicked away the deer in his heart with his firm macho will.

I'm thinking... Boss Scrap must be counting on my little money!

"Hey, then when I wake up, tell me that because of the crime of belittling my boss, even next year's performance bonus will be deducted, right?" Taketori Che also confidently pointed out the boss's tricks and tricks, fully showing himself Extraordinary wisdom, "Don't think I didn't see through your mind!"

...What kind of messed up script did you see through?

This kind of car talk always feels like it can be repeated for 100 years, endlessly, and it will never achieve the real purpose.

So Osamu Dazai stopped talking, and he stared at Taketori with no expression on his face, until he stared at the latter so hairy that he had to sit up and look directly at him before speaking again.

"I don't think so."

Taketori Che felt that he had punched the cotton: ... If there is no one, there will be none. Why is it so difficult for others to doze off in front of you? !

"Actually, I just..." Dazai said, for some reason, he obviously hesitated for a few seconds, "I just..."

Taketori Che patiently waited for him to finish.

Then there was a strange silence between the two of them for a minute, as if someone had pressed some "pause button" for the time, making the girl in a trance.

Are you crazy?That's it? How about "you just"? !

The leader of the port mafia let out a long breath, and finally swallowed the last half of what he wanted to say: "I'm just... nothing."

"...???"

The half-race girl wanted to hit him.

——It’s like at 12 o’clock in the middle of the night, after you finished playing on your mobile phone and watched the latest drama, you are comfortably ready to close your eyes and enter the 8 hours of life without struggle.At this time, your stupid boss suddenly called, and then he hesitated on the phone, and finally disturbed you until you couldn't sleep, and then said that there was nothing wrong.

This is very annoying.

As soon as Taketori Che was upset, the nerves in his brain throbbed.So she didn't care whether the bonus would be deducted or not, she reached out and grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and dragged him over.

The expression of the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters changed instantly, as if someone was about to take off his pants, he was inexplicably nervous: "Huh?"

"Since you have nothing to do, boss, then use it as a pillow for me!" Taketori Che announced with a fierce look on his face.

——Let you harass me to sleep if you have nothing to do!I think you don't even want to rest!

"...Oh. Alright." Osamu Dazai opened his arms with a weak face and reluctantly, and hugged the girl in, "I'll just treat it as a occasional sympathy for my subordinates."

I have to say that this person's acting skills are very good, and it seems that this is really the case.

Taketori Che, who got the new artificial pillow, was satisfied now. He felt that the happiness of the prostitute boss had increased a lot, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong... After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly asked in horror: "Could it be that the boss also Will you and the cadres of Zhongye be 'sympathetic to each other' in this way?"

Osamu Dazai asked blankly, "What do you think?"

Taketori Che opened a pair of innocent blue eyes and replied: "How can I know the private affairs between you?"

Don't you have to be clear about the things between the boss and other backbones?

Dazai's arm that was used as a pillow trembled slightly.

If he hadn't considered the identity of the other party [Mountain Lord Weiming], he would probably stand up and throw the idiot subordinate in his arms directly into the lake to feed the carp king, so as to wake her up.

So he couldn't help but sighed again, feeling that the hairline had a tendency to recede.

"Please don't disgust me. The slug and I wouldn't be so 'mutually sympathetic' if we were killed."

The thought of replacing the girl in his arms with the face of a slug... just thinking about this possibility for a while would make him want to throw up, okay?

Taketori Che didn't know that he almost became the "noble bait" of the fish king, and he was still jumping repeatedly in the boss's minefield: "That's a pity."

"No regrets." Dazai retorted bluntly, "Go to bed quickly."

"Are you urging me to sleep at this time?"

"Because you're annoying, Ache."

"Huh? Boss, you dislike me!"

"Is it a matter of a day or two that I dislike you?" Osamu Dazai laughed very coldly.

"...Damn it, the hearts of you scumbags are really vicious..." Taketori Che muttered vaguely, and finally couldn't resist the rapid onset of drowsiness, and fell asleep leaning on his boss's arms.

The early morning wind blew, bringing with it the smell of burned houses and bursts of barbecue. This strange and complex smell made Dazai Osamu's expression change again.

If I had known earlier, I would have let her rest in another place...

In fact, he just hesitated and hawed for a long time, what exactly did he really want to say?

The unspoken comfort, untimely liking, and the true feelings of being held down...all were drowned in the ancient rumors of the Palace of Origin.

As long as you don't say it, you won't be rejected.As long as the person in front of him doesn't understand that, he won't get hurt.

— The head of the port mafia thought so, and he did.

Those who are too timid do not have the courage to rush to the other side called "happiness".

...that's fine.It is good for each other to maintain such a distance that is not far or close.

Just think of it as an absurd and nonsensical dream during the holidays. In the dream, there are sunshine, mountains and rivers, grass and trees, and that person's vigorous smile.

enough.This kind of memory is enough for him to last for a while.

The long-lost and familiar sound of propellers came from the distant sky, and tiny black spots emerged from the clouds.

...and now, the holidays are over.

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful.

Then, he saw an idiot jumping off the helicopter, no matter how he looked at that familiar figure, people wanted to use him as a target.

Dazai: ...

He silently picked up the WPF89-1 Individual Cloud Explosion Bazooka, which was the "self-defense weapon" that Taketori Che left him before going to bed.

call!

The cloud bomb dragged a perfect arc and whizzed away, and almost hit the strange thing that jumped down—Nakahara Zhongya slapped the cloud bomb, so this thing turned and crashed under the influence of gravity On the top of a mountain where no one lives, flames and explosions burst into the sky.

"Who do you want to murder, bastard Qingmao! I'm here to save you two bastards! You hit me with a cloud bomb?!"

Nakahara, who was yelling, also had a supernatural red light all over his body. He made an emergency landing in the mid-air near the water, and slowly flew over while hovering. However, he ignored the faint and malicious smile on Dazai Osamu's face.

In the next second, the black shadow quickly grew in size under the water under Zhongye's feet, and a huge mountain-like carp king jumped out, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed Zhongye in one gulp!

Zhong Ye:? ? ?

Osamu Dazai, it turns out that your cloud bomb was not here to hit me, but to force me to make an emergency landing to feed the fish... You fucking plotted against me again! !

Zhong Yuanzhong managed to tear up the ferocious carp king under the water and floated out of the terrifying amount of flesh and blood. Unfortunately, he found himself in the deepest part of the lake, so he had to hold his breath and swim up the river crazily—as a result, he In the water, I met two more headless wraiths called "Headless", who managed to blow up the headless before suffocating to death, and escaped from the water in a panic.In the end, the unlucky gravity made him fall on the dilapidated eaves covered with moss water, gasping for breath, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

Just when Chuya was fighting the Carp King and there was no leader, Taketori Che heard the noise of the helicopter, coupled with the strong wind enough to blow away the dust within a radius of 200 meters, and soon woke up.The black rescue helicopter was parked on a platform not far away, with an inconspicuous Hong Kong black logo on the painted surface.

"Huh?" She yawned and walked towards the helicopter, "Is rescue here?"

"Ah."

"Then boss, I'll let you off this time. I'll sleep in another place." The girl complained casually, "Your arm just moved around, it can't even be used as a pillow, it's uncomfortable."

Osamu Dazai accepted the negative review with a blank face, like a tool man without emotion.

But he still called out to the girl before she climbed onto the helicopter: "Ache."

"Ah? What's the matter." Taketori Che looked back sleepily, but his head was not very clear yet.

"What I wanted to say just now is actually...you are my port of Kanagawa."

Dazai threw down such a nonsensical sentence, turned around and went to the lake, preparing to start the long-lost traditional performing arts routine with Chuya Nakahara's favorite [Set meal being ridiculed by others].

Taketori, who was holding one hand on the door of the helicopter, was confused: "???"

Difficult, is that what she thought?

No!impossible!Crumb boss this guy!How could you like me hahahaha!

So he really was trying to scare me on purpose!