Miss Tsushima

It was raining lightly outside the window, and Tsushima fell ill again.

Unlike the melancholy and weak impression left by the public, Tsushima Hiiragi is not often sick, but this time she is really sick, very sick, very heavy, and groggy? Lying on the futon between.

Osamu Dazai knelt by her? On the table, you can feel the moist heat when your fingers are close to her face.

Tsushima Hiiragi's face was abnormally fragile due to illness, and her smooth black hair was also stuck to her face due to sweat, as if her eyelashes were covered with moisture.

Osamu Dazai touched her hot forehead, changed the towel for her, covered the quilt, and waited for her shortness of breath to calm down before he got up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The slightly cold wind was mixed with drizzle, revealing a faint chill. He took a deep breath and felt the air-conditioning was like a blade, carrying icy water vapor, blowing towards his face, like a heavy iron. It fell into the lungs, and the five viscera ached when they were cut. When the cold wind blows, the warmth and humidity in the room fade away, and they also feel dizzy and their heads cool down.

Tsushima Hiiragi's sickness could not be blown by the wind, so Osamu Dazai closed the window just to get some air.

It might be because it was raining and the weather was gloomy. At six or seven o'clock in the morning, there was still no light. On the contrary, it was so dark that there were no stars or moon. At midnight, there were dark clouds. Pressure on the horizon, heavy? gray pressure people? breathless.

In the Central Plains, they didn't care about the light rain. They didn't open an umbrella, and let the raindrops wet their pure black coat.

As the backbone of the port mafia and the loyal supporter of the current leader, Mori Ogai, they have been running around the world throughout the year, smashing everything that dares to challenge the port with powerful force. The mafia's majestic presence.

With the blade-like cold wind in the drizzle, Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat, and tightened his mouth. After all these years of experience, he? Has been very different from the boy in the "sheep" back then, he? Learned to taste wine, fell in love with luxury cars, knew how to enjoy life, and was also familiar with the rules of the world, and became the famous "Port Mafia Gravity Maker".

However, Nakahara Chuya, no matter how much he changes, there are some things in him that will never change.

He strode into the Mafia building at the port, and the bodyguard in black at the door bowed to him immediately. He didn't care about responding, stepped into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor of the building.

The highest level of the port mafia, which is the seat of the chief of the port Mafia, the long and dark corridors are covered with thick carpets, and the fine handmade leather shoes of the Central Plains are stepped on. Without making a sound, they came to the door of the chief's office, took a deep breath, knocked on the door twice, and after getting a response of "enter", they opened the door and walked in.

The boss of the Hong Kong Mafia, the master of the world in Yokohama, Mori Ogai is standing in front of the window, looking out of the window with a dark complexion. From there, he can overlook the scenery of the entire city. The special bulletproof design pulls up the heavy blackout curtain at this moment, and you can have a panoramic view of the whole city standing here.

At this moment, the buildings outside the window are shrouded in mist and rain. They look gray and wet, as if they are shrouded in the night. The long night is difficult to see, and the dark clouds are reflected in Mori Ogai's purple eyes. In the middle, it seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

When Nakahara Chuya entered the room, Mori Ogai was still standing in front of the window thinking about something, without turning his head.

Although Zhongyuan Chuya is a militant faction, they don't only know how to use force. It can be said that they have a good mind, but they are sometimes pure and enthusiastic. This is why they are the least like a mafia. a little.

From Mori Ogai's reaction, they can know that something must have happened, so that they, who were supposed to suppress the rebellion in western Europe, were urgently transferred back to China, and they took a seven-eight-hour ride The plane returned to the country, and before it even had time to go home, it hurriedly returned to the Mafia building at the port.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped in the middle of the room, paused, took off his hat, and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"boss."

Mori Ogai's suddenly recovered expression made Nakahara Nakaya stand up. They put their hands on the glass window in silence and stared at the scenery outside the window for a long time. Love? Yokohama, in order to protect this city, he? Can do anything.

Mori Ogai's brain was constantly running and thinking, weighing and comparing gains and losses. It felt like a long time passed, but in fact it was only a few seconds. They finally made up their minds, retracted their hands, and walked away. Going to the solid wood desk, there are many reports and documents scattered on the table. Mori Ogai should have browsed it quickly, but before he had time to make a reply, he stacked the documents together and did not give Zhongyuan also sees opportunities for content.

"Mr. Zhongye, have you been outside for a while? Thank you for your hard work."

Mori Ogai leaned on the table and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a smile on his face. They opened the stool and sat down. With their hands crossed to support their chin, they spoke slowly.

"This is what I should do?."

Nakahara Chu is also a hard-working type. He works hard but doesn't know what to say in front of his boss. Now he has nothing to say after saying this, just keeps his head down and waits for Mori Ogai Click on the next task.

Mori Ogai rested his chin on the back of his hands, "During this time, you will be well in Yokohama and rest well."

They didn't give any explanation, and directly dropped Nakahara Chuya back. Perhaps Mori Ogai had to think of another way to say something to other people, but they didn't have any explanation for Nakahara Chuya. What are you worried about? Straightforward? Open your mouth.

"Then overseas..." Sure enough, Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't ask him why, but hesitantly opened his mouth, and they left half of the work there like this, he was really worried .

"Don't worry." Nakahara also lowered his head. He didn't see Mori Ogai's face at this time, but heard his voice, revealing unchangeable decisiveness and determination, "Over there in Europe." The work, I will leave it to Dazai-kun, and you will stay in Yokohama to rest recently."

In the Central Plains, there is no need to ask too much. In the port mafia, the boss's orders are absolute and cannot be questioned.He saluted and left the room.

They didn't stop until they walked out of the gate of Mafia port, and looked up at the black sky, feeling a strong uneasiness in their hearts. Osamu Dazai is known as "Mori Ogai's sword in his arms", although he was working He is always lazy and slack, but his work efficiency is extremely high, and he helped Mori Ogai deal with many things in the world. Although he hates them, Nakahara has to admit that these devious things? They're not good at handling, but Osamu Dazai's work ability is very strong.

Moreover, they? can be lazy at work naturally, and bargain with Mori Ogai. This is their performance that is more trusted by the leader, right?Nakahara Chu also thought that he didn't have the favor of the boss like Osamu Dazai.

However, sending him back to China, but sending Osamu Dazai abroad, he couldn't make any sense of this move.

Osamu Dazai and them are collectively known as Double Black, and Nakahara Chu does not question their abilities, but Osamu Dazai is a school of brain power. In Mafia port, physical skills can only be regarded as upper-middle-lower. Foreign "influence", this is a long-term "thing" that requires strong force.

Sending Osamu Dazai to suppress the riots with the method of the brain school, although it will always be effective, but the time will definitely not be shorter than letting him suppress it directly by force. It is obvious that the matter is about to be resolved. Why do you want to look far away?

Zhong Yuanzhong also threw the cigarette that he had taken a few puffs on the ground, the fiery red sparks met the rainwater on the ground, bright and dark, struggled a few times, and finally it went dark, Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed it Uneasy in my heart.

No matter what the leader thinks, they just need to implement it, and don't have to think about other things.

When Dazai Osamu received a call from Mori Ogai, Tsushima Hiiragi's illness was still not getting better. They saw the doctor's flush-cheeked Tsushima Hiiragi, stood up, and walked outside the room to answer the call. phone.

Tsushima Hiiragi was sick from time to time? Drowsy, I felt my eyes were heavy, and I couldn’t open them no matter how hard I tried. The voice seemed to be coming from far away, intermittently? I heard Osamu Dazai non-stop? ,Call up.

It took a long time for Osamu Dazai to hang up the phone. He returned to the room with a gloomy face. Tsushima Hiiragi was still lying down as before. They walked to Tsushima Hiiragi's bedside, Helping Tsushima Hiiragi to tuck the quilt tightly, only showing his cheeks.

He? Didn't say anything, and sat back to the original? Sitting, since Tsushima Hiiragi fell ill, he? Sitting here, his legs crossed, eyes downcast silently? Thinking about something.

Suddenly he heard Tsushima Hiiragi's voice, the voice was small and weak, gently reaching his ears, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

When Osamu Dazai bent down and got close to Tsushima Hiiragi, he pursed his lips into a straight line, "Mr. Mori said he would send me to Europe." His black hair brushed against Tsushima Hiiragi's. On the bridge of the nose, Tsushima Hiiragi didn't even have the strength to raise his arms. "Then you go."

"I don't want to go." He directly pressed his cheek to Tsushima Hiiragi's warm neck. In my impression, Miss Tsushima is like a cold-blooded animal, her body is always cold and cold, and it is rare to be so warm At this time, their voices pressed against her neck also became muffled, "I don't want to go, I don't want to go."

"Stop acting like a baby, it's contagious." Tsushima Hiiragi thought to smile, but felt a tickle in her throat. She pushed Dazai Osamu's head weakly, "Go, no? It's no good Worried? Don't worry."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, his dark eyes straight? met her pupils that were hazy due to illness, and after a few seconds, he retracted into Tsushima Hiiragi's arms again.

This time, Tsushima Hiiragi didn't push them away.

"I'll wait for you here, and I won't go anywhere? I won't stay alone with you anymore. Don't worry." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help coughing violently, "Go, don't Worry."

Osamu Dazai didn't say anything, but Tsushima Hiiragi knew that he should have already made up his mind.

A few days later, Osamu Dazai left Japan. When he left, Tsushima Hiiragi's condition had just improved a little and he was able to get out of bed, but they still didn't ask Tsushima Hiiragi to see him off. Tsushima Hiiragi also knew that they both hated the parting scene, and it wouldn't take long for them to see each other again, and there was no need to send anything.

Without Tsushima Hiiragi to help pack the luggage, Osamu Dazai left Japan in a hurry with only a suitcase containing a few clothes.

The author has something to say: I don’t know why the cover collapsed

But I didn't touch it, why did it suddenly disappear, it's so scary QAQ

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