I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

After seeing off all the guests, I returned to the chief's office on the top floor, and when I sat in Dazai's seat and picked up a document to open it, the effect of the tranquilizer finally faded little by little.

Sitting in his place in the dark chief's office, I finally realized that Osamu Dazai was dead.

How much I wish now that the man lying in the coffin crawled out of it, greeted me with a smile and said, what a stupid slug, why are you crying, these are all my plans to deceive you.

The man who made me feel jealous didn't exist, it was just that he wanted to tease me and make me jealous for it.

But it's impossible, I'm sure that the man buried in the tomb today is Dazai, and I buried his coffin myself.

All this is true.

Perhaps the ineffective sedatives caused the aftereffects, or the pain in the mind affected the body.

I began to feel short of breath, sat up and pressed my hands on the table, gasping for breath.

I had wished Dazai to die, I thought that was the only way to bring me to my senses.But now that he's dead, it hurts me more than anything in the world. *

Maybe Dazai really betrayed me, but he is also dead.In the face of his death, nothing matters anymore.

Tears fell drop by drop, completely blurring my vision,

Black lines also began to spread from my body, I know this is wrong, maybe it won't take long for me to lose control and ruin everything here.

But I don't want to control myself, just numbly let all this happen.

Until a crisp slap hit my face.

While there was a scorching pain on my face, I subconsciously restrained the power of rampage on my body, and did not allow the power to fight back.

The only person who can enter this room right now and slap me in the face is Mori Ogai, the former head of the port mafia.

Seeing me covering my face and looking at him, at this moment, Mr. Sen no longer had the gentleness before. He stood in front of me and looked at me unquestionably: "It seems that the two sedatives not only did not calm you down, but on the contrary Go crazy here, are you trying to destroy the headquarters?"

The moment I met his gaze, I lowered my head and didn't look at him: "No, Mr. Mori..."

Pointing to the mess I caused on the ground, Mr. Mori sighed: "Then, please tell me, Mr. Chuya, what are you doing?"

At this moment, within a radius of ten meters from my body as the center of the circle, except for the chair I was sitting on, everything else was wiped out by my supernatural power.

Faced with all that I had caused, I closed my eyes in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mori, I lost my temper."

Hearing my answer, Mr. Mori laughed. He pinched my chin and forced me to look into his eyes and asked, "No, I shouldn't be calling you Mr. Chuya, but now I should call you Mr. Leader."

There was some coldness in Mr. Mori's voice, and he asked me: "So now, is my leader feeling weak because of Osamu Dazai's death?"

It's not just for that, maybe it's because I've made an even more unacceptable discovery, the fact that it makes me sick.

I don't even want to tell Mr. Sen about this discovery, I'm just going to investigate in private.

So now, when I meet his eyes in silence, it seems like I'm acquiescing to his words.

Of course, I also knew that what he said was that I was impulsive. After staring at each other in silence for a while, I covered my face and apologized weakly for my impulsiveness just now: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Mori."

Apparently Mr. Mori was very dissatisfied with my apology. He looked at me without the usual warmth, and there was even a bit of murderous intent in his burgundy eyes.

Mr. Mori just looked at me like this, and looked at me in silence.

After a long time, he reached out and touched my hand and asked me, "I hit you all of a sudden, does Mr. Nakaya think my change is too abrupt?"

The killing intent on Mr. Sen's body didn't dissipate, but he stretched out his hand to caress my cheek and touched the seat where he just slapped me.

He definitely didn't hold back his hand. At this moment, there was still a burning pain on my cheek, and it actually hurt even more when he touched it.

But I didn't dodge, but stopped and let him reach out to check my wound.

Mr. Mori, who was touching my vitals, didn't intend to continue attacking me, but he didn't stop. He didn't smile until I was in so much pain that I couldn't manage my facial expressions.

With Mr. Mori's smile, the killing intent on his body also subsided.He looked at me and asked gently: "If you don't speak, do you really think that I have gone too far? Then as the leader, Mr. Zhongya, what do you want me to do?"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, lowered his voice a little, and leaned into my ear and asked, "Chuya-kun never wants me to coax you like that stupid little tiger, telling you about Dazai I am also very sad when I die, and I feel sorry for Dazai's passing from the same angle as you?"

I knew what he meant, and I also asked Atsushi Nakajima what happened to him in the orphanage these days.

This is how Mr. Mori treats Atsushi Nakajima. The white death who has lost his rein needs a loved one, so Mr. Mori becomes his father.

But obviously, Mr. Sen was not prepared to treat me like this. He directly exposed in front of me the side that belonged to the leader of the port mafia under the head of the gentle orphanage.

In other words, such a cruel and indifferent Mr. Mori is the one I am familiar with.

In fact, I don't need my answer or choice. Mr. Sen touched my hand a little harder, looked into my eyes and said seriously: "I won't do this, I will just slap you awake like this .”

Speaking of this, Mr. Mori smiled lightly. He looked at me with no warmth, but said coldly: "I will not comfort Zhongye. If it is so easy to lose your mentality, then Zhongye is also true." You can’t be the leader. You can’t just set up an ambush and use things related to Osamu Dazai to stimulate you to use filth?”

"Will Chuya really become like this?" At this moment, Mr. Mori, who asked the question, looked down at me as if he was looking at a dead waste.

After hooking the corners of his mouth, he coldly concluded: "If this is the case, there will be no Dazai Osamu in this world, no disqualification in the world, and you are dead."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have seen the future, Mr. Mori regained that gentle expression, and softened his voice to coax: "Of course, by then, how much fighting power can Chuya-kun show in the filth, dying Whether you can avenge yourself for how many things you destroyed before is another matter, is this what Chu Ye-kun thinks?"

Maybe, if I really want to, he will help me find an optimal solution to die with the enemy.

Mr. Mori's words silenced me. I know what he said to the leader Nakahara Chuya is different from Gravity. As the leader, I can't have any vulnerability.

But I am actually much worse, I have always been under their protection.

After Osamu Dazai became the leader, even if Shuanghei is not on the stage, everything about me is under Dazai's arrangement.

In his scheme, I never even encountered an enemy that required me to use Filth.

But it's different now. If I, the leader, still fight for the port mafia, this weakness will be magnified infinitely.

If I get rid of me as the leader, there will be no third person in the Port Mafia who can replace me.

However, I don't think Osamu Dazai's disqualification in the world exists to eliminate the filth and let me exert my greatest strength.

I am saddened by Dazai's death, and also lost in his emotional betrayal of me, but I don't think it is necessary for Dazai to live for me.

Just like everything I did was not for him.

In my silence, Mr. Mori finally smiled at me: "Maybe Zhong also thinks that I am too blunt, but Chuya is now the leader. If you can't control your emotions, you won't I can't become a qualified leader. If Chuya is still the original gravity user, I can certainly coax you like this, but you are now the leader of the port mafia. It is impossible for Chuya to forget the day you joined the organization Here, what I told you."

I looked at Mr. Sen and nodded, and replied dryly: "The leader is a slave to the organization. Everything I do is for the organization. I have never forgotten these."

Mr. Sen's hand gently touched my head, he sighed and finally said: "You just remember."

Perhaps, through the perspective of Alice, the question I asked abruptly when talking with the member of the armed detective agency has already let Mr. Mori know something.

But obviously Mr. Mori didn't want to discuss this issue with me, he just hoped that I could accept the fact that Dazai died and focus on the future.

I know that Mr. Mori's words are actually correct. If I can't control my emotions, I may indeed fall into a trap.

If I can't control it by myself, then I may need to use sedative drugs for a long time.

But doing so would not do my body any good. Not only was I unacceptable to myself, but Mr. Sen would never provide me with tranquilizers for a long time.

I watched him open his mouth: "Mr. Sen..."

I stopped in the middle of the sentence, I didn't know what to say to him.

Seeing me like this, Mr. Mori let out a long sigh, and finally put his arms around me again: "I'm really worried that one day Chuya-kun will be swallowed up by filth."

Mr. Mori who said this came closer, and his lips with a little coolness pressed against my hot cheek.

Gentle and intimate kisses fell on the wound he had just caused, until I pushed him away hard.