I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

The time for processing the documents passed quickly, but after Akutagawa Yin came in several times and piled up the documents on my desk as if they would never end, I couldn't help feeling a little restless.

The heavier pen nib left marks on the document. At this time, Mr. Mori brought a cup of black tea to my place.

"Nakaya-kun, calm down." Mr. Mori looked at me and suggested, "If you're not feeling well, you can also take a rest."

I lowered my head and rested my head on the thick documents, feeling their height and sighed: "How many documents have not been processed, how can I go to rest."

Mr. Mori nodded when he heard what I said: "Yes, the current port mafia needs the leader to deal with more than ten times more than when I was the leader. Dazai-kun's workload really surprised me."

Speaking of this, Mr. Mori sighed a long way: "I don't know how Dazai did it, but I'm sure none of us can do it."

Thinking of the guy who would get off work earlier to accompany me when he was with me, and every time I was on a business trip, I would find that he never came home and worked overtime in [-].

I was a little frustrated and rubbed my chin against the file. As the leader, that guy Dazai is really much stronger than me.

His work efficiency is also something I can't keep up with even if I work hard all night and work overtime.

Seeing me looking down, Mr. Mori reached out and took off my hat. He played with my hair and tried to braid me.

I looked at him and protested, "Mr. Mori!"

Mr. Mori fixed the tied part with a small rubber band, and then withdrew his hand with some regret: "But Zhong Ye is so cute."

You agreed to respect me as the leader, why do you touch my head and braid my hair every time!

Under my condemnation, Mr. Sen stretched out his hand to wipe away the non-existent tears,

"Oh, it's also the lovely Alice. When she grows up, she won't be intimate with me anymore and won't allow me to touch her hairstyle. Seeing that Zhong is so cute, I can't help it..."

Well, seeing the bruises on his face from my punching, I can only accept Mr. Mori's masterpiece helplessly.

After sighing with a smile, Mr. Mori stretched out his hand to poke my cheek, "Nakaya is so obedient."

After I heard him 'praise' me like this, I lowered my voice and said, "It's because I'm so good that people like to bully me."

Before I sat up straight and protested to him, Mr. Mori touched my head again.

When my eyes met his, Mr. Mori smiled at me, "So, I'm already building a huge secretarial team headed by Akutagawa Gin to handle these things for Chuya."

I watched him widen his eyes: "Is this okay?"

Mr. Mori nodded: "Every leader has his own way of controlling the organization. For Chuya, this is completely possible. Even if those people want to betray or assassinate you, they must have the ability to break through your abilities."

Mr. Sen is really great, I looked up at him excitedly: "Then I don't need to read these documents."

Mr. Sen put his hand on my head, and said helplessly: "These are things the leader must understand."

"Okay." I lowered my head again and buried my face in the document with a weak sigh.

At this moment, Mr. Mori suddenly picked me up and kissed me on the cheek.

I was stunned and looked at him in disbelief: "Mr. Sen!"

Mr. Mori narrowed his eyes with a smile, looked at me harmlessly and explained: "I can't help it, it's so cute, it's really hard to control."

The heat extended from the base of the ear to the cheek, and also to the place where he had kissed. I only felt that my face was burning so badly that I regretted moving his desk to the opposite side of mine.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mr. Mori reached out and stroked my cheek.

The moment his cold fingers touched my hot cheek, my whole body began to stiffen.

Just as I was thinking about finding a reason to push him away, Mr. Sen suddenly asked me: "So there is a field mission in the afternoon, should I also do it?"

I looked at him curiously and asked, "Field mission? Me?"

Mr. Sen nodded: "After all, at least one cadre must be sent to the meeting with the Armed Detective Agency. Verlaine and I are inconvenient. Only the leader, Chuya, can go there in person."

In his words, there was some helplessness towards the withered talent of the organization and the almost non-existent existence of the five major cadres: "Although it is not suitable for you to go in person as the leader, there is really no other candidate."

There is nothing inappropriate. For me now, meeting the Armed Detective Agency is much more interesting than reading these documents, and I just want to meet the gang of the Armed Detective Agency, especially that Oda Sakunosuke.

It's just that my files haven't been processed yet.

Thinking of this, I lowered my head again and lay down on the pile of documents. With the documents under my chin, I looked at Mr. Sen with a bit of depression and expectation: "Then what about these documents."

If the leader must read it, Mr. Mori can do it too. Mr. Mori also took care of me during my coma.

I promise that there must be stars in my eyes when I look at Mr. Mori at this moment.

Mr. Mori smiled at me: "Although these are what the leader needs to know, you don't have to read them right away, you can come back and continue,"

Well, it can be regarded as a death sentence with a reprieve, just when I got back on the file and prepared to continue working hard.

Mr. Mori flipped through the documents that supported my chin, and picked out a thick pile of them: "Before you go to meet and discuss with the people from the Armed Detective Agency, you can read these documents first."

These are the materials and information collected by Mr. Lisen's subordinates about the members of the Armed Detective Agency in the past few days. I started to read page by page again.

When looking at these materials, I suddenly realized that the conversation just now had been under the control of Mr. Sen.

I looked up at Mr. Mori who was frowning at the document and then lowered his head again.

Well, Mr. Sen is really amazing, and I do have a lot to learn from him.

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I looked at the documents intently, until the door of the chief's office was pushed open, and the aroma of food came.

I put down the documents in my hand and saw Verlaine appearing in front of me with a large plate full of things.

I watched him frowned as he ran from the basement isolation room to the top floor: "Why did you come up here?"

Verlaine smiled at me: "I've been up there every day recently, and this time is not bad."

As he said that, he handed over the tray in his hand, "My brother prepared lunch for you, all of which you like to eat. Chuya, aren't you happy?"

I will never forget that Verlaine killed my friends with his own hands, and let them die in agony.

For that alone, I would not be happy to see him, and I'm sure Verlaine should know that too.

Under Verlaine's gaze, I raised my head and looked at him hesitantly. I smiled at him: "I'm very glad that you can help me."

·

I remembered the conversation Mr. Mori had with me before he walked out of the room.

Just now he stood up suddenly and said to me: "Zhongye, as a leader, you can't continue to be self-willed."

"I'm willful?" I put down the document in my hand and looked at him: "Why did Mr. Sen say that?"

Mr. Sen looked at me and sighed: "As the Gravity Messenger of one of the five major cadres, you can of course have conflicts with another cadre. Especially when that cadre still thinks that you are the only one in the eyes of your brother."

"In that case, the greater the conflict between you and him, the more the leader will trust you. This is also a balance of power."

"Of course, Dazai may not have thought that much. He probably promoted your brother just so that he can take care of you."

"After all, he is the only person in the world who can control your filth on and off. If you can't accept and get used to his existence, then one day..."

He didn't go on, but I already understood the meaning.

I understand all these reasons, but I still can't accept them.

When I became a leader, I realized how wonderful it was to have a person supporting my head as gravity.

Then Dazai felt the same way, that's why he worked day and night for the organization, and after four years of becoming a leader that everyone praised and admired, he suddenly jumped off the building.

Maybe I didn't care enough for him to let the weight of the organization weigh him down and make him wish for relief.

Just when I was lost in thought, Mr. Mori knocked on the table and got my attention back.

Pointing to the thick document waiting for me to continue reading, he said: "Okay, don't think about that, my leader still has a lot of work waiting for you."

Under his reminder, I also corrected my mentality and looked at the new documents. I must be a more successful leader than Osamu Dazai.

·

Not long after I made my wish, Verlaine appeared in front of me, but Mr. Sen left the room without knowing when.Hearing my welcome to him, the corner of Verlaine's mouth curled up, and he brought the lunch he cooked for me to the coffee table.

I walked over and saw that he had made seafood risotto. The prawns, mussels and rice mixed together gave off a tempting aroma, and the meat of a whole crab was pressed on top.

This arrangement reminds me of Dazai, the guy who would order me to use supernatural powers to destroy all the crab shells, and then arrange the intact crab meat neatly on the plate.

Apparently, Verlaine had also heard that I liked doing it, and did the job for me.

Mr. Sen is right, since the goal is to be a leader who is more successful than Dazai, then the existence of Verlaine is very important.

As a gravity user, I can kick over the table face to face in distaste, or I don’t need to eat the food he made, but the leader Zhong Yuanzhong can’t either.

The importance of Verlaine can only be seen when I was sick this time, when he restrained me and gave me injections and medicines.

What's more, he can also close the filth, he is really important to me.

Even if I don't care about my own life, I have to accept his overtures for the port mafia.

After thanking him, I picked up a spoon and bit a mouthful of crab meat risotto into my mouth: "The crab meat is very sweet and delicious."

"Zhongye, as long as you like it." Verlaine looked at me with gentle eyes: "You have lost a lot of weight, and you really need to eat well."

I smiled and praised his cooking skills, and finished a big bowl of seafood risotto without knowing it.

Satisfied, Verlaine packed up his things and left. I vomited into the trash can.

That crab smell is really disgusting.

Just like mackerel, it makes me sick.

Mori Ogai, who came out of the secretary's room again, handed over the water glass. He patted me on the back and asked at the same time, "Would you like Verlaine to go out and complete your previous tasks instead of you."

Obviously, my state worried Mr. Sen. After rinsing my mouth with water, I shook my head and refused: "It's too dangerous."

In addition to the jewelry business of the port mafia, as well as protecting the weak leader of the Dazai Osamu, my original job was also in charge of showing force to the outside world, especially in Europe.

The only way Verlaine can replace me is to go to work in Europe.

There are countless people who want Verlaine to die there, sending Verlaine out is not only dangerous for him, but also irresponsible to the organization.

I believe that Mr. Sen also knows this. He made this opinion because he realized that I really couldn't restrain my physical reaction. I just hope that sending Verlaine away will not cause me pain.

But in fact, this time I will feel so uncomfortable not only because of Verlaine, but more importantly because of Dazai Osamu, the living guy who dominated me after death and haunts me even after death.