I am a writer in the world of sorcery

In the end, Osamu Dazai didn't eat any crabs. Of course, the top cadre of Port Afia can afford any expensive food, but he just wanted to swipe Chuya Nakahara's card. The locomotive was blown up, and the mobile phone and the communicator were scrapped together. On the locomotive, when the subordinates found them on this hillside where the village was nowhere to be seen, it was already time for the reception.

Nakahara Nakaya only had time to change into a suit again, while Dazai Osamu lay on the side and sighed wearily. When Nakahara Nakaya had just cleaned himself up, he stood up calmly and pointed the dust and fallen leaves on his body at Nakahara Nakaya. Shaking.

"The hair has been combed, and the suit has been changed... The shoemaker who made these Oxford shoes should apologize, your taste is still so bad, Zhongye."

He supported his forehead: "This kind of gathering is also thanks to your dedication."

Nakahara Chuya paused, turned his head, and looked a little more inquisitive, but Dazai Osamu responded with a smile as if nothing had happened, and got into the limousine first, and took a trip to the back row without hesitation, stretching his legs, The huge space was occupied by him alone. After Zhong Yuan came in, he pushed his head aside and pulled some distance away, and told the driver with a look of disgust, "Drive."

"How is your gem business doing?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly.

"It's the same." Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and said, "Recently, the port mafia's sphere of influence has become larger and larger. Although the business is easy to do, I don't think this situation will last long."

Although Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai are partners, this partner is more limited to the combination of different abilities. The work content of the two people actually overlaps very little, and this time the task was called by Mori Ogai and asked them to do it together.

Osamu Dazai showed a very inexplicable expression when he heard the order. Although Nakahara Chuya was not happy, but the leader's order is absolute. In the limousine, the two had a bickering as usual, Nakahara Chuya still restrained his heart Curious: "Why don't you want to die?"

"Are you caring about me, Chuya?"

Osamu Dazai just provoked his partner's nerves habitually, and he didn't want to really annoy him. He remembered the scenery that Gojo Satoru had described to him before, and replied casually: "I haven't been to a place farther away."

"The next time you want to expand your business in Egypt, leave it to me. I'll go to Mr. Mori to apply. Chuya, don't you want to take a vacation?"

A comparison immediately brings out how leisurely life was before. As a student of Gojo Satoru, you can do whatever you want, and sleep on the bed if you don't want to move.

He couldn't help sighing: "Ah, I really hate work."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows: "Egypt?"

Osamu Dazai is not like him who travels every now and then. The number of times he leaves Yokohama can be counted on one hand. The reason is very simple. Be regarded as the target of fire.

On the other hand, no one can guarantee whether he will commit suicide on a whim.

Too far away, outside the port mafia, Mori Ogai seldom allowed Osamu Dazai to go alone.

Dazai Osamu's change is not at 01:30, the whole person seems to be evolving in the direction of recovering from a mental illness, even the gloomy atmosphere around him has softened a lot, it is like a mackerel lying on the beach in the sun shaking clean With the grains of salt on his body, he couldn't judge whether it was good or bad for a while.

Of course it is a good thing to put it on others, but it is good to put it on Dazai Osamu... Nakahara Chu also immediately stopped the inexplicable thing in his mind, and he felt that this idea was ridiculous.

The limousine soon arrived at the place of the reception. Osamu Dazai watched Nakahara meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles on his vest, and his eyelids drooped wearily. He folded his coat and dragged his feet. The reception was held on a cruise ship , brightly lit and decorated with pure wood, the expensive fabrics on the two of them were illuminated by the lights to give off a strange texture.

"Mr. Zhongyuan." Someone had already stepped forward to chat, with a respectful expression: "How is Your Excellency Sen recently?"

When he saw Dazai Osamu behind Chuya Nakahara, he was taken aback: "Who is this?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, turned his face to the side, and said softly to the waiter carrying the tray, "Please give me a glass of wine."

"Don't worry about him." Nakahara Zhongya said, "What we talked about last time, I recently bought a batch of goods. You may..."

Even though Osamu Dazai is already a nightmare in the eyes of some people in the inner world, not everyone can know the true appearance of the top cadre of the Mafia. Chuya Nakahara's current background is fairly innocent, so he is now considered to be with a group of serious businessmen After dealing with each other, he walked into the inner hall, and he took a glass of whiskey on the tray: "Sorry, I'm late."

"It is my honor to invite Mr. Zhongyuan."

The person opposite him is Senator Uehara, and the young man behind him is the eldest son of Senator Uehara. Although he looks like a mature man, his father is the one who can talk to Chuya Nakahara on this occasion, Nakahara After a few words of entertainment, Zhong Ye changed the subject: "How is the agreement going?"

The man smiled wryly, and leaned into Zhongyuan Zhongye's ear. The latter's beautiful blue eyes gradually cooled down. After a while, he laughed, "They are greedy."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, with a calm expression on his face. A few men were playing billiards beside him. On the tray of the waiter next to him were more than a dozen gemstones of good quality, most of which were blue stones, and there was also a beautiful ruby. He tilted his head to watch two rounds, drank half of his glass, and waved to the waiter.

"Ask the gentlemen if they would mind adding one more?"

The waiter came over quickly and replied: "As long as you can get the corresponding bet."

Osamu Dazai raised his head and drank the remaining half of the glass, and walked towards those people, with one hand still in his pocket, the other hand was groping in the inner pocket of his coat, and finally he took out a handful of black Colts.

"The style collected a few days ago has a full length of 216 mm, weighs 113 kg, has 7 rounds of bullets, and has an effective range of 50 meters."

Facing a circle of people with ugly faces, he put the gun on the tray with a half-smile: "The structure is simple and easy to disassemble. The disadvantage is that the weight is too heavy and the recoil is too strong, which affects the shooting accuracy."

"Mr. Dazai." Someone on the opposite side spoke after deliberation: "I've already..."

Osamu Dazai held the zelkova carved cue, the tentacles were smooth and moist, he bent down casually: "Mr. Mori asked me to pass a message to Fayette."

Hole in one.

"Say hello from Mori Ogai."

……

Nakahara Zhongya was the protagonist at tonight's reception. He met some people one after another, and negotiated several deals. The final link was the usual charitable donation. When a beautiful lady went to pick off the ring on her finger, he Only then did he realize that he was interrupted by Osamu Dazai, and he placed the items he had prepared in the back seat of the car.

The donation project was the reconstruction project of Radium Bowl Street, and the light bulb was emitting a dim light. If he had been dealing with the whole reception, then this link was the only thing that Zhongyuan Zhongya cared about.

"A box of gems."

After he was thinking about whether to donate all his recent income, in the front row of the crowd, Dazai Osamu lightly threw the transparent box - the gems inside were refracted brilliantly by the light, he turned his face, Bending his eyes at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye, he said softly, "Plus two months' proceeds from the West Bay Auction House."

"The donor is Zhongya Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuan also paused.

The atmosphere of the venue suddenly stagnated, and then loud applause broke out. Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, indicating that the donation will continue and not be affected by this episode. Then he continued to talk to the people around him, and the smiles on the faces of the people around him He couldn't hold it anymore, and he leaned back relaxedly on the chair, with his elbows resting on the armrest: "Oh, isn't it too stuffy here?"

After Zhongyuan Zhongye finished dealing with the matter at hand, he finally had time to deal with today's business, several routes under the name of the port mafia. Not long ago, the partner suddenly proposed to re-sign the agreement, and their purpose today.

——Just to re-sign the agreement.

Seeing that he was free, Sosuke Uehara bowed slightly, and then walked towards the deck at the bow, followed by Nakahara Naka, the damp and cool sea breeze made his hair sway non-stop, he raised his hand to press the hat, Stepping up the last step with eyes lowered, I could vaguely hear the sounds on the deck, mixed with laughter, which was very pleasant.

He lifted his eyelids expressionlessly.

The sofa chair that Osamu Dazai was sitting on was placed on the left side. He crossed his legs, the toes of his leather shoes were hanging in the air, and he was so relaxed that he almost fit into the chair. Looking lazily, several men They were sitting next to him, holding wine in their hands, and some people of lower status stood around them behind them.

At first glance, I thought Osamu Dazai was the leader of this group of people.

The deck was shrouded in soft moonlight, several floor-to-ceiling copper lamps with exquisite workmanship were placed around, and a few dice were scattered on the table in front of them. Osamu Dazai pulled a grape from the porcelain plate in front of him, took a bite, and watched Glistening flesh with bite marks.

"As far as I know, Fayette's fleet has recently undergone two major transactions. I heard that you recently kissed the skirt of the goddess of luck. I have a good relationship with your leader and shared wealth together before, so this Once, I'll make an offer you can't refuse."

Seeing Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai blinked and raised the corners of his lips: "Ah, Chuya, you're here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold face: "I have been looking for you for a long time."

"It's too stuffy in there."

Osamu Dazai shrugged, turned his head with a smile: "My conditions have come, what do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, the black muzzle of the gun was already against the back of his head. The people who had talked and laughed with him before were all loaded. One part of the muzzle was aimed at him, and the other part was aimed at Nakahara Chuya. The man sitting on his right squinted. He squinted his eyes: "It's not very good."

"Then we can't talk about it." Dazai Osamu said regretfully, his kite-colored eyes were full of regret.

boom!

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered.

A bullet struck from a distance was surrounded by red light and stopped in the air. Osamu Dazai yawned boredly, and lazily condemned: "Can't your snipers hit this little man?"

"Ah?" Zhong Yuan raised his head unkindly.

The power of gravity was released without any hesitation. Except for Osamu Dazai, a layer of red light floated on everyone's body surface, and Nakahara didn't even look at the others: "So that's why you didn't bother to change clothes before? You bastard Dazai, if you had expected this situation earlier..."

bang!

All the enemies smashed into the deck at the same time!

Nakahara also turned around and kicked away an enemy who came out of the cabin, and the enemy who rushed from the side was shot in the head by Dazai Osamu, blood mixed with brains and smeared his coat, his blue eyes suddenly froze, and Dazai Osamu was steady Sitting firmly on the chair, he slowly retracted his elbows, and the gunpowder smoke still remained.

"Ah, sorry sorry, I forgot this is Chuya's favorite suit."