I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Dazai-kun, if it's okay, you can't take the initiative to come to me."

Mori Ogai walked unhurriedly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the transparent glass reflected the figure of Osamu Dazai. He noticed that Osamu Dazai did not continue to read, but stared at him ecstatically. From his perspective, he could see Osamu Dazai moving slightly. He moved, changed his posture, and rubbed his shoulders again.

While thinking, he put the black envelope in his hand on the round glass table, and pressed a corner with a black tea tray.

Osamu Dazai looked at Mori Ogai's back: "Mr. Mori, you changed a lot of things in your room."

"No." Mori Ogai looked around: "I haven't bought anything recently. Speaking of which, Dazai-kun, how are you doing recently?"

"Everything is still boring."

"So——you came to me because I gave Oda-kun a letter of authority?"

"The Hand of Silver? The words of the person holding this paper can be equivalent to your order. Even the cadres must obey orders... Even if you don't give him this document, I will help him." Osamu Dazai After a pause, he raised his voice with a little childishness: "Mr. Sen, as I said before, there is nothing wrong."

Mori Ogai pinned the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, and said tolerantly and distressedly: "Ah, yes, I understand."

He pulled out the velvet sofa—not the chair in front of the desk, but the sofa placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for drinking tea and enjoying the scenery on weekdays, and made another cup of tea. Spy on the details of Ango Sakaguchi and the iic organization, but the child should not have investigated so much information at this time, even if he came to make trouble, it shouldn't be today.

There was a rustling sound of rubbing behind him, Osamu Dazai stood up, threw the book he had read on the carpet, and walked towards this side in that black overcoat, only a matching velvet sofa was left near the round table, The others were pushed by Alice and hid in every corner of the room. Mori Ogai turned around, looking around the huge room, and suddenly felt a little more weight around his legs.

Mori Ogai lowered his eyes.

The weather in Yokohama changed rapidly. After a while, thick clouds covered the sun, and the cold white sunlight shone in, covering the black coat of Osamu Dazai with a layer of dark gray. Holding Mori Ogai's calf, he sat on the thick cashmere carpet with rose red flowers, slightly bent the knee of one leg, and his pupils were half covered by thick eyelashes.

——As if he was still the kid who would hug a book and sit by Mori Ogai's lap and make trouble.

Mori Ogai stared at him for a while, then raised his hand very slowly, gently stroked Osamu Dazai's fluffy and upturned head, his soft and black hair slipped through the white gloves, soft and loving, Osamu Dazai He raised his face, opened the eye that was not covered by the bandage, and tried to discern the elder's mind. The hand in the white glove smoothed his forehead hair again, and moved it down a little, just to cover the old man's mind. his eyes.

The fabric has no temperature, it is not cold, but it can also insulate heat.

"...Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai protested vaguely, grabbed Mori Ogai's wrist, and moved that hand away from his eyes.

He vaguely sensed that something was going on.

But all the traces and all the information told him that he was overthinking.

The lies of Ango Sakaguchi in the bar and his subsequent disappearance can basically be concluded that Ango betrayed the port mafia and took the initiative to hide, but so far only he knows that Ango lied, and Ango Sakaguchi himself did not handle particularly important secret information Intelligence agent, Ogai Mori maybe, maybe, probably—it's not clear about Ango Sakaguchi's betrayal.

He hoped to find Ango before Mori Ogai, but Mori Ogai handed over the task of rescuing Ango to Oda Saku, and signed a silver hand letter-he investigated all the records left by Sakaguchi Ango, and the records he held. Some of the old-fashioned guns belonging to iic are normal, and Mori Ogai's behavior is also normal. If he can use Oda Sakunosuke, a precious supernatural power user in the future, a silver hand is nothing.

But there is a string in his mind that is always playing nervously, as if something huge and wet is slowly moving from the deep sea, the sea is calm and waveless, but there can be some sticky shadows passing by at a certain moment .

Mori Ogai's fingers were suddenly wet, and when he raised his hand, the fingertips of the white gloves were stained a little red. His movements stopped slightly, and he held Dazai Osamu's face with one hand.

The young man looked at him in surprise, the bandages around his eyes were already red, and the blood was still oozing.

"How did you do it?" Mori Ogai asked softly.

"I was accidentally bruised by someone from iic yesterday." Osamu Dazai blinked: "What, it's bleeding again?"

In fact, it was not a bruise. When he went to find Oda Zuo, he happened to be ambushed by IIC, so the command staff shot the enemy into a sieve. One of the sniper's vitality was extremely strong, and he was still alive for a while. While Oda was talking, he got up and pointed a gun at him.

At that time, he suddenly had the idea of ​​suicide, so he walked towards the assailant, less than three meters away - when the assailant shot, he missed because of Odasaku's bullet, and he was only scratched by the bullet on his right ear the upper skin.

Mori Ogai still looked at Osamu Dazai as usual. The child's face was no longer immature, his outline gradually became angular, and his eyes gradually showed narrow and long shapes, which were no longer round. That black coat, he now It fits well, maybe a little loose, but it's the right length.

He was silent for a while, then got up, and went to get the medicine box as usual.

He took off the white, blood-stained gloves and placed them neatly on the round table next to the black envelope.

Osamu Dazai raised his face obediently, and let Mori Ogai remove the knot of the bandage on the back of his head. Mori Ogai sterilized and debrided the wound without saying a word, then wrapped it with new gauze, and then went to remove the bandage on Dazai Ogai. other bandages.

There are more and more scars on Dazai Osamu's body. Compared with the Dazai Osamu he is familiar with, there is almost no intact place under the bandages. Simply put, it is covered with cuts and bruises.Accidentally scalded by cutting, accidental fall - there are countless reasons for him to toss himself half to death.

Mori Ogai didn't ask the reason for the formation of these scars, just lowered his eyes, and changed all the bandages on Osamu Dazai's body bit by bit. His movements were very light, lighter than a feather falling, lightly Osamu Dazai felt a little troubled by the soft touch, so he leaned back.

The leader's office was extremely quiet, he could hear the clicking sound of Mori Ogai pressing the switch when he raised the temperature, he felt more sleepy, those troubles and calculations faded away bit by bit, Dazai Osamu turned his face slightly, I closed my eyes.

When he woke up, the bandages on his body were already brand new, and the dressing technique was much better than his own. Half of the French windows were lowered, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the gorgeous light slanted to illuminate the room, and half of Dazai Osamu's face was hidden in the shadows. In the middle, the exposed eye happened to be photographed, he moved slightly, and a familiar voice came from above his head.

"woke up?"

Osamu Dazai just woke up, and he was still a little dazed at the moment. He looked up and saw a long red scarf hanging down beside him. The man didn't lower his head. He couldn't see the expression on the other person's face from this angle, and heard Mori Ogai suddenly Said: "Dazai-kun, change into a new coat."

"Ok?"

Mori Ogai rubbed his hair, and went to the closet to get a new black coat. Osamu Dazai just glanced at it and noticed the difference. The size of this coat was narrower than before, so it should be custom-made , he raised his eyebrows and teased: "Ah, Mr. Sen, is it finally suitable this time?"

Mori Ogai smiled very gently: "Yes."

Even though the size of this coat is no longer too big, Osamu Dazai still draped the coat over his shoulders, even if it fit him well, he didn’t mean to put it into the sleeves. This has been a habit he has developed over the years—he is too lazy to move, Just like that, he loosely gathered his coat, and when he woke up, those troubles inevitably came up again.

IIC is not the biggest problem, Ango Sakaguchi is.

The port mafia can drive iic out of yokohama, as long as he has enough people.

But Osamu Dazai knew very well that Mori Ogai would never tolerate any betrayal.

He hardly challenged Mori Ogai's bottom line in this regard. The last time he tried it was when he was 15 years old. Mori Ogai had just succeeded the leader of the port mafia, and a lot of things had accumulated. The lock of the drug storehouse requires Mori Ogai to find a way to let him die easily and simply, otherwise he will betray him and run to follow the hostile organization.

"—You are a good boy, don't say those nonsensical things, if you betray me, you won't be able to die easily." Mori Ogai said with a wry smile.

There is no easy way to die.

It's not a threat, but a solid notice that Mori Ogai has no room for negotiation in terms of betrayal and loyalty, and he never hides his ruthless desire for control.

"Mr. Mori, you know that Ango has supernatural abilities." Dazai Osamu suddenly said.

"The theory of degeneration." Mori Ogai's voice was low: "A very precious ability, especially suitable for intelligence personnel. I remember that you have a very good relationship with him. Dazai-kun, do you think there is something hidden about Sakaguchi Ango's disappearance?"

"Or maybe." He smiled: "Betrayal?"

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai asked rhetorically, "You will only know if you find Ango. Is Mr. Mori so unconfident in himself, and now you are worried that the missing members of the organization will betray you?"

"No way." Mori Ogai smiled wryly: "An organization like iic entering Yokohama will easily cause a series of problems. If I am not careful, I will fall into a predicament that I cannot break out of. The size of the enemy organization is unknown, and the leader's ability I don’t know, if Yokohama becomes what it used to be, I’ll be ashamed of my ancestors.”

"Huh? First generation?"

Mori Ogai didn't answer, but gently brushed Osamu Dazai's hair with his fingers: "So Dazai-kun, will you betray me?"

"I have been used by you wantonly for more than four years, and I have many painful memories, and now I am sent by Mr. Sen to do some troublesome things."

Osamu Dazai pulled down the hand that was touching his head, glanced at the pattern on the carpet, and asked back in exactly the same way: "So Mr. Mori, will you pamper me?"

Mori Ogai stared at his face, with a helpless smile: "...I will."

"Then." Osamu Dazai turned his face sideways, held Mori Ogai's left hand, lowered his head and touched the ring symbolizing power on the other's ring finger with his lips, and said casually, "I will follow your order, chief."