I swept Yokohama with a vest

"Miss Oba looked at me a little strangely." Osamu Dazai commented.

"Oh?" Michiko Oba replied with a low smile, "Even in the dark, can Dazai-kun see my eyes clearly? It's a great honor to have the close attention of a lovely object."

Due to the occasion, both sides kept their voices very low. The faint sound of rain outside the window dispelled these whispers. The sound of Mori Ogai's processing equipment and the conversation of the leader became the background sound, matching the low-pitched rain. Tone, to make this already dark corner even darker.

Osamu Dazai said: "It should be my honor to be recognized by a beautiful woman."

"Also, Miss Oba has such beautiful eyes, isn't it very easy to see things clearly in the dark?" He blinked, and the iris-colored spring water seemed to be oscillating. "I thought Ms. Oba was deliberately acting so obvious that I would find out that she was playing some kind of bad fun."

"Oh," the white-haired girl in kimono covered her lips, "It's better not to talk about sex/interest in front of Dr. Mori, no matter who it is, he will easily defeat anyone."

This is true, Osamu Dazai nodded in conviction, no one could be more brave and interesting than Mori Ogai.

The two children/daughters he adopted are not simple at all, one is a human with supernatural powers, as long as Mori Ogai thinks, she can violently hold down the whole street and give injections to the ass at any time.One is a living cherry bomb/bomb that makes people burn, bad jokes and detached behaviors are full of daily behavior, and once angry, it is even more catastrophic, and will desperately want to explode/explode, explode/explode, and super-explode/explode.

Even for Mori Ogai, it is a headache to deal with these two very difficult cuties. I heard that he has started to take headache medicine recently, and from time to time he talks about preparing enough dick and going to relax with Osamu Dazai Pleasant paradise.

But it would be too bad to leave with such a bad guy, Osamu Dazai directly disliked and refused, the mature middle-aged man could only hold Alice who pushed him away desperately and cry——Sakura Tsushima at the Mafia headquarters in the port , he can't hold it.

He is the only one who can barely teach Sakurako Tsushima. Although the guys on Radium Bowl Street have always been eager to marry the two young girls and reach the pinnacle of life, if they really steal the two young girls back Home... No, you can't even steal to the house at all, you can only steal to the door, and you will be pinned to the ground, with cherries on the top and needles on the bottom.

Oh, the vocabulary just now seemed to be bad, but that's not important, what's important is.

Osamu Dazai said in a low voice: "Doctor Mori not only enjoys the joy of raising the child/daughter, he is of course very happy when he is surrounded by the child/daughter and posting them."

In rare cases, Alice and Tsushima Sakura will circle around Mori Ogai, and even ask to go shopping and give this mature middle-aged man happiness, but those are very few, and generally represent Alice and Tsushima Sakura What kind of trouble did the son cause, and he was at the stage of being extremely guilty and confident.

"He even enjoys the joy of being bullied by the boys/girls to the point of crying on the floor, taking the initiative to hold the kid/girl and being rejected and pushed away, and intoxicated boasting that the girl/girl is beaten violently."

This is normal, no matter what the facts are, anyway, in the clinic, Alice and Tsushima Sakurako are at the top of the pyramid, Mori Ogai is at the bottom of the pyramid, as for Dazai Osamu, it should be a cat who dislikes walking around the pyramid.

Oh no, it should be the mummy lying inside, um, in the middle.

"It sounds like it's getting worse." The white-haired kimono girl smiled slightly, and her overly long eyelashes drew an arc in the air with her slight glance, "Oh, actually, if you study carefully, Dazai-kun and Mori It really looks like Mr."

"Young/female is not in the scope of my interest." Dazai Osamu first explained, "But..."

Michiko Oba casually interrupted what he might point to herself next, and said with a smile: "It's just that you are a bit alike. This is what Dr. Mori said personally? But you also have parts that are not like you. Dr. Mori's special hobby is young/ Girl, Dazai-kun's special hobby..."

She looked Osamu Dazai up and down a few times, and the corners of her lips curved upwards: "It looks like a bandage?"

"Hey, hey," Osamu Dazai stared at her, "Although it seems to be a very simple conclusion, but I don't know why, it always seems to contain some unhealthy thoughts?"

"But it's not necessarily true," the white-haired kimono girl's eyes slightly bent, shaking her vicious fox tail, "If Dazai-kun is so pursuing death, maybe he will have other unhealthy passions/interests, oh, it's too Too young is not suitable."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai showed a delicate expression, and said slowly: "I always feel that it seems to be you who have unhealthy interests/hobbies that are not suitable for children."

"Hey, I can't explain it, so you just drag everyone into the water?" Michiko Oba smiled, "It's so cute."

She stretched out her hand and stroked Osamu Dazai's hair in the air. After thinking for a while, she felt that this height was a little higher than Osamu Dazai's height, so she lowered her hand a few centimeters, guessed the exact position, and touched it again.

Dazai smiled.

The two of them smiled and looked at each other for a long time, until Mori Ogai finished checking and continued to talk to the leader, then he moved his eyes tacitly and looked at the bed.

The bed curtain was half-opened, Mori Ogai sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to test the pulse of the old leader, from the perspective of the two of them, they could only see the impeccable personal doctor with a good attitude and the impatient leader , there is a pale and dry old man with hair hanging down beside the bed, it belongs to the leader.

Michiko Oba frowned indistinctly, and said with a smile: "It's really unpleasant to have the same hair color as someone I hate."

"Ah, it's just a normal old man's old hair color." Osamu Dazai said, he didn't know what he remembered, and his expression became tired, "Miss Oba hates me, right? Then I will try my best to get the first gray hair to appear. He died before, otherwise Miss Dating would definitely hate him enough to chase and beat him."

The white-haired girl in kimono restrained her smile, her face became thoughtful, and she looked Dazai Osamu up and down.

Alright, if the other party's black hair turns white, then wearing a white bandage will be a bit of a color contrast, why not dye it black when you have time!Or simply beat him up as he walks away and make him wear the blindfold honestly.

... No, according to Osamu Dazai's personality, this guy will definitely hold a grudge, and maybe he will focus on dyeing her white hair black in the future.

Oba Michiko regretted giving up the first method of poking this guy's anger storage tank, and she was so regretful that she even brought out her tone: "Don't Dazai-kun plan to live long enough to have gray hair grow back? What a pity."

"Miss Oba, do you know?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyes lazily, and his gaze swept across the paintings next to him, "Your tone seems to say that if I live to grow gray hair, you will be so happy Crazy enough for me to make a great contribution to the architecture of Tokyo."

When it comes to Tokyo, the most famous thing is its prosperity and beauty. There is also a practice that is full of Mafia industry but is so famous that even ordinary people have heard of it: throwing cement.

The so-called throwing cement is to drag some random enemies who have betrayed the organization, failed to repay their debts, seriously violated the rules of the organization, or are in a bad mood, to an empty and deserted place. At the residence in the downtown area, while tortured and questioned those guys, they slowly stirred the cement, and when they had had enough fun and got the information they wanted, they threw those guys into the cement.

The disposal site is Tokyo Bay, a famous place where cement is discarded. It is said that for every meter you swim in Tokyo Bay, you can see four or five buckets of cement.If you don't mind the stability of the building, it is also possible to send these cements with special items to the construction site for full use.

Osamu Dazai felt that if this white-haired lady really gave full play to the spirit of Tokyo Mafia and the lunatic, she might really torture herself after her hair turned gray. How many seconds did it turn white?With which hideous hair to start?How many hairs will turn white tomorrow?Does the graying of the hair mean that he is filled with the spirit of rebellion against this young lady?

So it is better to die as soon as possible!

Such a happy decision.

"No way," the white-haired lady from Tokyo instantly understood the meaning of Tokyo Bay, covered her lips and smiled slightly, with a bit of embarrassment in her tone, "Don't mention Tokyo Mafia and think of these strange things, don't Only Mafia will do this, in fact, usually I..."

She shut up in time, and continued as if nothing had happened: "Actually, I've lived in Tokyo for so long, and I haven't seen cement yet."

Osamu Dazai:?

You said it right?You almost said that just now, right?Are you really not a cement maker?Can you really say that you have never seen cement before?

He paused subtly, trying to maintain an expression that everyone believed: "Ah, Miss Dating is really delicate."

She is too delicate, so she urgently needs Dr. Mori's protection, please take Dr. Mori with you when you leave Yokohama!Even if you go to Tokyo to carry cement to support your child/female, there is no problem!

"Oh? Are you using such cute words? Dazai-kun is so cute." The white-haired kimono girl blinked her eyes, "Such a cute person will live a long life~"

The room was originally dark and covered by long eyelashes. If you were an ordinary person, even if you looked close to her smiling cheek, you would hardly be able to see the color of her eyes, but Osamu Dazai could.

Mori Ogai was checking the body of the chief of Mafia at the port, and they couldn't make any noise, so Osamu Dazai could only take the next best thing and express his dissatisfaction into a hundredfold panic with his expression.

"You actually cursed me to live a long life, even if you hate me so much, you don't have to do that, it's the first time we met today." He opened his mouth and said quickly, "Miss Dating is really too much, and a long life is too much It's miserable."

Michiko Oba paused, she tilted her head, and said thoughtfully, "It seems so."

Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief: "Then take it back quickly, it's really terrible, you actually cursed me to live to be a hundred years old, I don't want to be like the leader lying on the hospital bed with gray hair and struggling, even if I hang myself, I will break hold back."

The more he said, the more disgusted his expression became, as if he had seen the most disgusting thing in the world.

Different from his focus, the girl in the white-haired kimono didn't pay attention to how the old man died happily from the beginning. She raised her arm thoughtfully and rubbed it in midair, which might be the height of Osamu Dazai: "Dazai-kun is fourteen or fifteen years old, right? It's the age when your height begins to be fixed."

She sincerely regrets: "If I grow old, I still have to jump up to reach the rope, because the jump is too short to reach the rope, and in the end I have to bend my waist and can only stare at the rope on the ground."

Osamu Dazai:?

Dazai smiled.

He raised his eyes and looked at Michiko Ohba's hand in mid-air.

The other party sighed: "Dazai-kun, drink more milk when you have time, although it seems completely useless."

"...I'm only 14 years old, and I can still grow taller." Osamu Dazai smiled, "And isn't it because Ms. Oba has been exercising that she is a little taller than me?"

He accentuated the accent on 'higher'.

At this young and immature age group, girls do develop and grow taller earlier than boys, and those who exercise regularly are taller than those who do not exercise at all, but this does not mean that they will be like this all their lives.

The white-haired girl in kimono nodded gently: "Yes, what Dazai-kun said~"

She rubbed the air again and again, and sincerely comforted: "You will definitely grow taller."

Osamu Dazai:?