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[—That was the 88th day with the highest number of deaths in Yokohama’s history. ]

Dragon war.

A battle can be described as a war, which already shows its essence. There are only a few people in the most prosperous place on the streets of Yokohama. It is uncertain when there will be a cold shot or a stray bullet. Into it, it finally turned into a storm made of blood.

In the underground parking garage, black body bags containing stumps and corpses were brought in one by one. Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know how he felt now. There were too many dead people, and the living would be numb. At the beginning, he He would still keep silent because of the news of his subordinate's death, but now he just nodded his head lightly, saying that I understand, and send someone to notify his family.

A completely different situation from sheep tissue.

Gravity can crush everything, but it cannot save the lives of his subordinates at this time. He is so busy that he runs back and forth in the city all day, and occasionally receives a message from Osamu Dazai—and then waits for Osamu Dazai to wear blood soaked clothes. Wei's coat jumped out of the black bulletproof car.

"Yeah, Chuya, you're still alive."

Chuya Nakahara gritted his teeth and stared at him, full of bastards, you should share more work with me, but as the youngest cadre, Osamu Dazai must have dealt with more things than him. With a fierce light in Tsukuru's eyes, Osamu Dazai came over, took the document from his hand and looked at it.

"Get used to it early," he said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to know how to get used to it earlier. The subordinate who was talking to him the day before had died the next day. He stared at those black plastic bags, only feeling that his whole body was very heavy. The black plastic bag on the left was yesterday I asked him how long Master Zhongyuan will live like this, and the black plastic bag on the right told the black plastic bag on the left that Lord Zhongyuan's subordinates can basically survive——

And Osamu Dazai can fucking send someone to die without blinking an eye. This person always stays at the stronghold to command, and occasionally leaves because he wants to find death on a whim. The injuries on his body are getting more and more day by day. Can't die.

It may be that death is not so impactful after turning it into black and white, but Dazai Osamu is completely fine even in the face of the bloody hell on earth, and Nakahara Chuya heard him talking nonsense at this moment, so he hoarse his throat: "How to get used to it? "

"Chuya, do you really think that life is valuable?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was calm, his expression was cold, that kind of indifference to everything made Nakahara Chu have nothing to say, but the man immediately laughed again, skimmed the topic lightly, and talked about the current situation.

Osamu Dazai was always able to pinpoint the timing, or specially waited for Nakahara Chuya to come to help when he was in trouble. The reputation of "Double Black" gradually became louder than Gravity Envoy and Black Ghost, and they became the sharpest of the port mafia. knife.

At the same time, the relationship between Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai became more and more subtle. He learned to smoke, and Osamu Dazai lit the lighter for him as if joking at that time. Laughing wildly like he was dying, he hadn’t had any entertainment activities in the past few months, and he was extremely bored. Nakahara suddenly remembered that he wanted to learn French before. After listening to it, Osamu Dazai found some information the next day, and lazily nestled with him , Forced to pronounce the uvula.

In terms of language, Chuya Nakahara’s talent can eat a hundred Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Nakahara has been able to read a collection of French poetry fluently. Rolling his eyes and cheating, saying that with his beautiful appearance, he only needs to learn one sentence.

"Which one?" Nakahara asked.

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently and smiled brightly: "jet'ai"

Nakahara Chu also twisted his face and said Dazai Osamu, you should show some face. Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time, and the next day he proved that he was always right with practical actions. He said this sentence dozens of times, to different people, he knew During the Longtou War, everyone stayed behind closed doors, but Osamu Dazai always found someone to take him in with his help.

Nakahara Chuya just wanted to roll his eyes after hearing this, Dazai Osamu just waved his hands and left with his pockets in his pocket after he had proved himself, the cadres always have a lot of things to do——

Weird.

On the contrary, he was surprisingly relaxed and comfortable in the dragon head war.

Mori Ogai is in charge of this level of struggle. The leader of the port mafia has been busy for more than a month and hardly closed his eyes. Osamu Dazai regards himself as the partner of Chuya Nakahara. In order not to appear too much, he appeared in front of others Always covered in gunpowder smoke and blood——

It was all from sweeping the floor with Oda Sakunosuke.

No one would have imagined that Osamu Dazai would sweep the floor with the lower-level employee Oda Sakunosuke who was in charge of all dirty and miscellaneous tasks. Even if someone happened to see it, he would not dare to ask more questions. Carried the corpse with Oda Saku.

He has no psychological barriers at all for this kind of work that ordinary people avoid.

Osamu Dazai whined and wheezed his nose and shouted that he was going to be smoked to death, but he never cut corners in the work here, and covered everything from sweeping the floor to cleaning up the scene. Oda Sakunosuke looked at him with a flat face. But I always finish more work unknowingly, and one person completes two jobs. Thinking about it afterwards, I am completely helpless.

No, it was a blood loss.

But Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda did this kind of shit, it’s a blood loss from any angle, every time they walk out of the messy scene, the two of them just walk on the street and make people shy away—not because of the bloodstains , Yokohama during the Dragon Head War was full of red.

but the smell.

Their bodies smell like rotten natto mixed with the smell of rotten meat. Nakahara has never been embarrassed to let Osamu Dazai share some work. This is also the reason. He thought that Osamu Dazai went to something extremely sinister On the spot, Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes and moaned half-deadly: "Chuya, I am so tired that I have a headache, can you help me deal with these things?"

Then put on his black coat and continue to fish happily.

During this period, Oda Sakunosuke responded to the request of his superiors to deal with the funeral of the members who died in battle, and brought back the belongings of the deceased so as not to become evidence related to the Organized Crime Law. Naturally, Osamu Dazai went together with great interest. In the special tent, the third person was given an unforgettable meeting gift.

A dirty hug.

The third person is the intelligence agent who is completely opposite to Osamu Dazai, Ango Sakaguchi.

He would record the life and family circumstances of the people who died like nothing in the Dragon Head War, stroke by stroke, horizontally and vertically, turning their past into feasible documents, and bringing the blurred faces of the dead to life.

He said that death is not a cold number, and everyone's life has its meaning.

Ango Sakaguchi spoke with a slumped face, Osamu Dazai's eyes became brighter the more he listened, Ango Sakaguchi thumped in his heart, and felt that he had become a fat fish, and the expression on Osamu Dazai's face could only remind him of the cat with malicious intentions, Sakunosuke Oda This person looks serious, but in reality he only stirs up trouble.

He added calmly to Osamu Dazai: "There is only one way to satisfy your curiosity."

"—I'll take him to the old place for a drink later."

Since then, there have been three people at the counter of the bar. Nakahara Nakaya was too busy all day long to be overworked. Mori Ogai couldn't stand it anymore, so he sent someone to find Dazai Osamu, and was going to beat him twice, but when he went back to the chief's office, he found The man whose subordinates couldn't find him was lazily sleeping beside that magnificent table.

The fluffy black hair was a little collapsed under the pressure of the back of the hand, and the bandages were wrapped around the eyes, so as not to be affected by the sunlight and disturb the dream.

There is no more suitable place to be lazy than Mori Ogai's office. As long as Mori Ogai himself does not come back, this is no-man's restricted zone. Hearing the familiar footsteps, Osamu Dazai was terribly distressed. He pretended to turn his face to the side, and his voice was soft: " Mr. Sen, what do you want from me?"

Mori Ogai asked back with a smile: "Dazai-kun, why are you here?"

"Wait for you."

Osamu Dazai had already found an excuse, he always wore the black coat that Mori Ogai gave him, and now it happened to be useful, he pulled off the two sleeves casually, shook his head at Mori Ogai, and rolled his eyes. Wan: "Mr. Mori, this coat is no longer available. I need a new coat."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows slightly, watching his performance with great interest.

A newcomer to the Port Mafia is usually taken care of by the person who persuades him to join. As a symbol, he will give the newcomer a piece of his own body, but Mori Ogai can't make Dazai Osamu wear the same black coat for several years, every few years. It will be replaced with a new one every month.

The style is the same, the size is the same, Dazai Osamu wears exactly the same unfit.

The 16-year-old boy's skeleton hasn't fully grown yet, but his height has skyrocketed. The coat that used to reach his ankles is now almost the right length, but the shoulders are still too wide and the sleeves are still too long. He still can't wear it properly. .

Mori Ogai opened the door of the rosewood wardrobe, took out one from the compartment on the left that belonged to Osamu Dazai, handed it to him, hung up the old coat for storage, and warned him indifferently: " Don't get dirty too fast this time."

"Ah, Mr. Mori, can't you give me a suitable one?"

Osamu Dazai was very dissatisfied with Mori Ogai's bad taste, but honestly put the coat on his body, complaining: "Can't the leader of the port mafia even buy a suitable coat?"

Mori Ogai smiled slightly.

Although the leader of the port mafia claims that his defense range is young girls under the age of 12, it is just a joke. In fact, he has no interest in Lolita. The only young girl beside him is Alice—he The humanoid ability, and the only child he really raised was Osamu Dazai.

He undoubtedly hopes that Osamu Dazai will become an adult soon, which is a grander and more complicated expectation.

He gave everything he had, turned Nightingale into a pocket knife, turned him into his accomplice, put all his trust in him, made him the youngest cadre of the port mafia, and saved his life , giving him the possibility of trying to live on, like a man patiently waiting for a butterfly to break out of its cocoon, waiting for Osamu Dazai to fit that coat one day.

Osamu Dazai just complained casually, and didn't feel relieved at all. He rewound the bandage and looked at the dusk outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

[...I'll have a drink later. ]