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Osamu Dazai was picked up by his coat, and the water-soaked woolen fabric weighed heavily on him, but he couldn't breathe because the hand behind him was too strong, and the collar was pulled straight up, strangling his neck , There are blurry color blocks in front of my eyes, and all the air is squeezed out of my lungs one second, and I am dragged back into the world of the living in the next second, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Bastard Dazai, can you not find trouble for me someday?"

Osamu Dazai gasped for half a minute lying on the bank, turned over, and glanced down. The other party was naked like him. He was holding a hat in his hand, dripping water continuously. He moved his gaze upwards. The cobalt blue eyes were full of rage, he cleared his throat, looked away, the color of Nakahara Nakaya's hair was extremely glaring in the sunset, the original orange color was almost on fire.

"Did I let you fish me?"

Osamu Dazai got up from the ground impatiently, and walked towards the port with his pocket in his pocket. This time, he entered the water very close to the sea. Nakahara also had a sullen face. He reached into his suit jacket to feel for a cigarette. When he took out the cigarette case, he found it was completely soaked. , He stuffed the cigarette back again, caught up with Osamu Dazai a few steps, and unceremoniously grabbed the man's tie and pulled it back: "To be honest, I also hope that you die quickly, but before you finish tonight's work , you have to live for me."

He patted Nakahara Chuya's hand away, with disgust and disgust on his face: "Chuya, do you think life is interesting?"

"Interesting, I'm not a suicidal maniac like you."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the top of the hair of the person beside him. Nakahara Nakaya was still patting his black hat of shame. This time they really hated each other to the bone, thanks to Nakahara Nakahara They all persevered in pulling him back from the death line.

Nakahara Chuya has changed a lot over the years. His suicide has added extra workload. At first, this slug was so irritable that he wanted to crush his bones with gravity, but now he has calmed down. I don’t know when he got infected Messy vices, cigarettes, alcohol, racing—

It also looks more and more like the Nakahara Chuya he is more familiar with.

In fact, he doesn't like to partner with Zhongya Zhongya, and the other party doesn't like to make trouble for himself, unless necessary, they rarely contact each other.

But say they are not familiar with each other?That's not enough, he even knows the fighting habits and breathing rhythm of this dwarf, Zhongyuanzhong may be the person who knows him best in the port mafia, no matter it is habit or preference, this time he accepted the companion brought back from France A hand gift, and a serious thank you, anyway, get along with neither salt nor light.

Trust is trustworthy. After Zhongyuan Zhongye opened up the filth, only Disqualification in the World could be used as a brake to stop him. Under the huge wind pressure, he still had to work hard to carry the little man back to the stronghold, and also picked up his hat by the way. It's just that every time he feels disgusted, a supernatural restraint device, no matter how much he lives like a human being, isn't he still a monster?

Zhong Yuanzhong walked side by side with him unhurriedly. After picking him up, he seemed to be relieved, and his expression revealed a hint of laziness. The wound on his body was soaked in water, and some blood oozes out again , the man got into the car and closed his eyes for a while, then pointed to the small drawer in the back seat: "The bandages are inside."

Osamu Dazai took out the new roll of bandage, pulled a piece of it, and suddenly tightened it and strangled Nakahara Nakaya's neck. The strength was definitely enough to break his neck. Pale, eyes a little confused, reminding him of bleating grass-eating animals, or a dog, and then he pushed harder.

The driver caught a glimpse in the rear of the rearview mirror of one Port Mafia cadre trying to kill another, and he slammed on the brakes in terror.

Osamu Dazai bumped his head into Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara endured it for a while, stretched out his hand, grabbed the deadly rope buckle around his neck, and tore it out. The fabric that was twisted so firmly by Osamu Dazai snapped in two, and he also coughed twice. His voice was hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Before striking back and beating Osamu Dazai to half his life, he decided to listen to the reason of the white-eyed wolf. How could there be such a heartless thing in the world?He was simply unbelievable, if he hadn't saved this person, no, if it hadn't been for him, this person would have died countless times, he even suspected that Osamu Dazai was so confident because he would definitely save him.

"Did I tell you, Chuya, did I ask you to save me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the corner of his lips without emotion, retracted his elbow and gave a hard blow to his side. He had mastered the strength very well. He said half-life was half-life. The sharp bone hit the soft internal organs. The person next to him He bent down and vomited it out with a wow, the vomiting was heartbreaking, as if he could vomit bile, he lowered the window and told the driver: "Keep driving."

Osamu Dazai vomited for a long time but didn't spit out anything, at most he spit out some gastric juices. After he was done, he went to wipe the suit jacket Nakahara was wearing to wipe his mouth. Nakahara Nakaya rolled his eyes but didn't grab his sleeve back. He felt that Osamu Dazai was really sick, and it was impossible to save him, or not to save him. Occasionally, he would complain that Osamu Dazai was a bit of a pain-loving eccentric, but after thinking about this person's usual behavior, he felt that it should not be so. .

He couldn't help but miss Osamu Dazai deeply, at least he wasn't so sick then.

The intelligence agent who was in contact with them that night was a newly promoted person. From then on, he felt that Osamu Dazai's mood had dropped a few steps, and others couldn't feel it. Stay away from him, but he knows that the 15-year-old Osamu Dazai is actually not as gloomy and crazy as he is now. Back then, his blatant suicides were more vibrant than they are now.

The disadvantage of Osamu Dazai's extremely bad mood is that it makes the work extremely depressing. The advantage is that his efficiency is extremely high. His subordinates dare not pant loudly. They can only hear the man holding his throat and giving one order after another. Nakahara Nakaya handles the other side It felt like the subordinates would breathe a long sigh of relief when they were next to him, but that intelligence officer was the only one who was forcibly kept by Dazai Osamu's side.

How did this person offend him?Nakahara also took a look at the intelligence agent. He was good-looking, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he was wearing a formal suit. It stands to reason that this type of person would not arouse Dazai Osamu's disgust at first glance, and he felt a little sympathetic to him. Unlucky, but this sympathy will not prevent him from interfering in Osamu Dazai's affairs.

"Ango Sakaguchi, right?" Osamu Dazai sat on the chair and turned around: "Come and have a drink with me later."

Nakahara also raised his eyebrows, while throwing away the blood-stained suit jacket, the cuff that Osamu Dazai used to wipe his face was punctured a few times by bullets, and he heard this new thing as soon as he came back: "Dazai."

"what happened?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye turned a corner when he spoke: "The leader asked me to send you a message. He has business with you tonight."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and hummed lukewarmly: "Tell him that I have something to do tonight."

"I'm not a mouthpiece between you, nor a takeaway guy." Nakahara Chuya said, "Go and talk to the leader yourself."

"Why don't you let Mori Ogai come and talk to me?"

The face of the intelligence officer seemed pale, as if he had heard some secrets that he shouldn't know. It was the first time that malice was revealed. At a certain moment, he felt that this person couldn't bear it any longer. The depression and anger almost tore through his skin, and his face was filled with malice.

"You'd better hold back."

Be restrained, Osamu Dazai recited these words playfully in his heart, when will it be Nakahara Chuya's turn to persuade him to restrain himself?What is this cranky dwarf slug pretending to say now?

After going through it once, you can find many clues the second time. Mori Ogai laid the groundwork for attracting IIC a long time ago. This time he cut off Odasaku's idea of ​​entering the port mafia in advance, and sent to and Ten of the people Gide exchanged fire with were Zhongye from the Central Plains, and with Gide's superpowers, even Zhongye from the Central Plains would have to suffer a bit.

Whatever the hell, the slug is better off dead.

But he really couldn't bear it anymore. Every time he went to the chief's office, he wanted to burn it down, throw a few bundles of explosives into the fire, or cut his neck with a scalpel, so that the blood in the man's aorta would be covered with blood. Wallpaper, die together with that little monster with superpowers!

"Master Dazai, I'm too busy with work..."

"Ah." Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, he looked at Ango Sakaguchi for a while, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "What have you been up to lately?"

Ango Sakaguchi straightened his neckline twice, stood aside respectfully, straightened his back, which is the standard posture for reporting official duties, and his gaze fell cautiously on this young mafia cadre, trying to see something from him. There are clues, but no matter how he looks at it, he can't figure out whether this person came on a whim or really knew his identity as a spy.

He tried his best not to think about the ambiguous smile on Dazai Osamu's face. The cadre had been staring at him with interest, his eyes that were not wrapped in bandages were darkened by the incandescent lamp, listen, listen, he Changed to a more relaxed sitting position, with legs crossed together and toes pointing to the ground.

Ango Sakaguchi felt that Osamu Dazai didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

Osamu Dazai really didn't think too much about it. He used to use Ango Sakaguchi's ramblings as the background sound, but he found it very interesting and a little funny to scare Ango like a quail with a stalked neck. Jing's elite appearance, the shivering social animal inside may still be yelling at him, just the kind of cynicism of Ango Sakaguchi.

What would Odasaku say if he saw this scene?

If it was Odasaku, he would have looked at him disapprovingly, and said after a while, "This is not good, Dazai, Ango will be angry."

While Ango Sakaguchi was reporting, his voice suddenly paused, and he got stuck. It wasn't his lack of social skills that made him embarrassing in front of his boss, but his young boss suddenly laughed out of joy, inexplicably, He quickly recalled whether he had told some funny stories.

Absolutely not.

So his spy status was discovered?Osamu Dazai watched him perform for a long time before he thought it was funny?No, Dazai Osamu's laughter is very pleasant, happy, happy, and there is no malice. As an intelligence officer, Ango Sakaguchi naturally knows what will happen to the spies caught by Dazai Osamu. Without exception, life is not as good as it should be. Death, if his identity is exposed, this person must not be able to waste time watching him perform.

Osamu Dazai laughed for a long time, with smiles on his brows and eyes, and a smile under his eyes. He glanced at Ango Sakaguchi, tilted his chin to one side with his hand, and took a drink from the cup on the table. Ango Sakaguchi raised his glass: "Continue, ah, you are so busy."

Ango Sakaguchi's heart was beating so fast that he could only bite the bullet and continue. The cadre in front of him didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly. After all, Osamu Dazai must be ten thousand times busier than him, but this person just Leaning on his chin, he listened carefully to his report on his work—newly promoted intelligence officers can’t get in touch with too deep things, and Dazai Osamu probably already knew the stories he told.

Moreover, it is not enough for this person to just listen, he also interrupts to ask a few words from time to time.

"So busy... how did it work out?"

"Is that organization's financial report so miserable?"

"Antique watches? Eh, I'm very interested in antique watches—what, have you given them to Mr. Mori?"

Ango Sakaguchi really stood up with his scalp numb, and Osamu Dazai didn't do anything, but he always felt that he was a rabbit in the mouth of a snake. Listen, the cadre stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a glass , took out a few ice cubes and threw them into the glass, filled it with water and handed it to him, bending his eyes: "Drink some water."

...I may not live to receive my salary, Sakaguchi Yasugo thought.

He didn't know whether Osamu Dazai had extracted anything from his report, so he could only think about it three or four times in his heart before he uttered every sentence. After all, this person was Osamu Dazai—that Dazai—in the port mafia. With a mysterious existence, the pressure would increase a little every time he said a word. He stood up and felt the stomachache caused by his abnormal work and rest flare up again, but he still wanted to chat with this person in a serious manner.

Osamu Dazai still listened to him with his eyes bent.

At the end of the talk, Ango Sakaguchi has tended to another realm, which is a kind of numbness after being in a state of stress for too long. He thought to himself, what should he do with love? When he comes out to be a spy, he must be mentally prepared. In the end, he spoke dryly. Taking a deep breath, "Master Dazai."

"Well?"

"It's time to get off work, even if you work overtime...it's too late now." Ango Sakaguchi pushed down his glasses: "If you are interested in my work content, I can sort out a work record for you."

Then he saw this very good-looking young mafia lower his head and burst out laughing.

Ango Sakaguchi: "...excuse me?"

"It's all right." Osamu Dazai had a smile on his face that hadn't completely dissipated: "I'm still wondering how long you'll have to endure before getting angry."

Ango Sakaguchi's expression became more and more indescribable. Under his gaze, the young mafia cadre turned his face to the side. The exposed eye was looking at the night outside the window. He couldn't see Dazai Osamu's face clearly in the reflection of the glass. All I could hear was the man's light voice: "Isn't it normal for Ango to work overtime?"

Looking down from this position, you can basically overlook the entire Yokohama. At night, the whole city is lit up by thousands of lights. Osamu Dazai looked at the Ferris wheel not far away. It's been so long, and I haven't been there to experience the last time.

"Yes, but..."

"I remember that Ango was able to work energetically without sleeping for six consecutive days." Dazai Osamu turned back to his body with a smile, his iris-colored eyes were hidden in the darkness, and the emotions inside were vague and unclear: "After all, there are three People with two jobs, but none of the three salaries are too high?"

Ango Sakaguchi froze in place motionless, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if someone had poured ice water all over his head, with only one thought in his mind.

--he knows!

His lips moved, racking his brains to think of excuses, the iris pupil just looked at him leisurely, and he couldn't help but think of the description of Dazai Osamu by the people in the torture room—but it's not right, Dazai Osamu Although staring at him, his expression was still gentle, and the smile still didn't dissipate.

He began to divergently think in other directions, maybe Osamu Dazai was just deceiving him?

"Okay, Ango." He heard the voice of the mafia cadre who seemed to be holding back his laughter: "I have no intention of doing anything to you."

"The Supernatural Secret Service will call you back after a while." Osamu Dazai stood up, leaned against the edge of the table, and put his hands in the outer pocket of his coat: "Mr. Mori knew from the beginning that you were sent by the Supernatural Secret Service." Spy, that’s why I put you in the archives, so that your supernatural ability will be more useful, I have to say that the theory of degeneration is the most suitable supernatural power for intelligence work I have ever seen.”

He stared at the familiar face of the other party. Although his expression was a little strange, the eyes under the lens were dazed, complicated and confused. It was Ango Sakaguchi who was right. He probably brought an indelible influence to Ango's spy career. Shadow, this person might collapse for a while before going undercover again.

——I just said, Ango, you should be more respectful to me!Anyway, I am also a cadre!My lord!

--ha?Do you look like a cadre?

——Who would tell the mafia cadres that you stink like you!Aren't you afraid of being shot?

——But you and Oda Saku just finished climbing the sewer!There is the archives room. If you are not a cadre, Mr. Tanaka will never let you in, okay?And why do I, a support staff, follow you to sweep the floor?ah?Dazai?

——Hey, Odasaku, do you think Ango looks like a stomping lop-eared rabbit.

The memory is still brightly colored, he remembers the time the three of them spent in the bar, he remembers dragging Ango staggeringly into the ditch together, naked on Odasaku's shoulder, remembering that one person died that day, In fact, all three of them died.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at this young cadre whose blood was darker than the mafia, and his whole life was filled with darkness and blood. His face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes flickered with a faint smile, flickering on and off like night He put his hands behind his back, and his fingers gradually touched the belt on his lower back. At this time, he heard Dazai Osamu's calm voice again.

"The next thing is my personal opinion." That Dazai Osamu looked at him with a smile: "If you leave tonight, it's not that I can't help you deal with the scene as an accidental attack."

"But move your hand again," he said. "I'm not sure I'm going to kill you here."