Port Mafia fifth cadre

Osamu Dazai walked down the steps and sat in his usual place.

The young man with iris eyes looked around at the bar that he hadn't been to for a while.

Because it is located underground, the room has no windows.In the quiet atmosphere, the bar counter and stools, the empty bottles placed against the wall, and the taciturn bartender filled the small space. Everything in the store is very old, as if going back in time, and suddenly returned to the 50s of the last century. Era.

no change.

The bartender in a red vest had already brought Dazai's usual drink in front of him.

I probably started to make it when I saw him.

This is a very nostalgic bar, and the regulars are old people.

Everything is the same as before.

As if the copper-haired man would be here soon, too, and sit down beside him.

Osamu Dazai ordered another glass of wine, placed it far away from one person, and put a bouquet of small white flowers on the edge of the glass.

The young man with iris eyes looked at the two glasses of wine and closed his eyes.

two years ago. Lupine Bar.

After a day of boring work, Osamu Dazai relaxed and sat cross-legged on a bar chair. Beside him sat a man with copper-colored hair and unshaven chin stubble—a bottom-level member of the port mafia, Oda Sakunosuke is also a friend of Osamu Dazai.

If other people who were gangsters in Hong Kong knew that Osamu Dazai had friends, they might think that he was planning some kind of conspiracy again.

Dazai, as a quasi-cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, was on the focus list of major organizations at the age of 16. His horror seems to be emerging but it is already frightening. Rumors that nothing can be hidden from his eyes. His mind is as unfathomable as an abyss.

But none of these seemed to be a problem for Oda Sakunosuke.

To be honest, Oda Sakunosuke didn't even feel that his life changed much after meeting and becoming friends with Osamu Dazai. ——Except that Dazai refused to call him by his name properly, and always called him "Oda Tsukuru".

Osamu Dazai leaned on the bar counter, looking at Odasaku's deformed face through the wine glass.

The atmosphere is quiet.

No one speaks.

No one was embarrassed either.

As time passed quietly, Odasaku put down the glass of distilled wine in his hand, and suddenly remembered something and sighed: "The little girl is so cute."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai raised his head, thought for a few seconds and suddenly said, "At your age, Odasaku, it's time to find a good woman to have a baby."

"No." Odasaku corrected, "I just remembered a little girl I met two years ago."

"Little girl? What kind?"

"Black hair and golden eyes, wearing a red dress, quite cute."

"Didn't you get to know each other?"

"If you really try to get to know him, you might be treated as a strange uncle. And you can't get to know him in that situation."

"?"

"Ah..." Oda Saku touched his chin, "That child must have managed to escape from the previous leader. I saw Hong Kong gangsters chasing her, so I stopped her a little."

Osamu Dazai naturally did not doubt Odasaku's strength.

For a top killer like Oda Saku, even if he no longer kills, his strength is beyond the reach of most Hong Kong gangsters.

"She escaped successfully." Osamu Dazai poked the ice puck in the wine glass and said in a firm tone.

"That's right." Odasaku took a sip of the distilled wine and smiled slightly, "I hope she can be happy."

Day two.

As soon as Osamu Dazai arrived at Mafia, he got into the intelligence department.

The time when Odasaku met the little girl was after Osamu Dazai came into contact with Hong Kong gangsters. That is to say, Dazai, who was picked up by Hong Kong gangsters as a suicide attempt at that time and returned to his own territory, passed the little girl.Osamu Dazai is quite familiar with his intelligence-gathering ability. Although he doesn't do it deliberately, he always pays attention to many details instinctively, and deduces various secrets based on this. After cooperating with Mr. Mori, he often wanders around the Hong Kong and Black Building Such a self, there are only a few places that have not been touched.

For example, a very, very remote solitary confinement cell.

According to the clues provided by Oda, Osamu Dazai was looking for the mysterious little girl with great interest, as if he was playing a puzzle game, and when the answer to the mystery was revealed, he had to say that he was actually quite surprised.

Kawakami You, 12 years old, was kept in a confinement room almost all the time after being brought back by the leader of the previous generation. The supernatural power is suspected of being hypnotized. He escaped from Hong Kong in the same year...Gender male.

Suddenly, I feel that Mr. Mori has a lot to offer.

At least he is purely controlling lolita, while the first generation let Zhengtai wear a skirt to pretend to be a lolita.

This is the so-called "relying on peers to set off".

The 16-year-old Osamu Dazai bulged his cheeks, and the baby fat on his face made him look very childish. Even though his right eye was blocked by a bandage, his face was covered with gauze, his body was wrapped in many bandages, and his clothes and pants were all black, he could not Conceal that fresh youthful breath.Osamu Dazai sat in the swivel chair in the office, turned around and turned around again, waiting for an ending.

And that's the rest of the mystery.

Although the "handover" between Mr. Sen and the leader of the former generation was very hasty, and it took a lot of effort to clean up the leader of the first generation, Mr. Sen has been in the position of leader for two years, and he has already cleared up and down, regardless of whether it is the intelligence department. My sister Hongye, and I, who helped manage it, have not heard a single bit of news about Kawakamiyou.

Obviously, someone is covering up.

The status is not too low, otherwise it would not be able to reach this point, and it is not too high, otherwise there will be no traces of it to this day.

Who is it?

Osamu Dazai changed his posture, sat back on the chair, rested his chin on the back of the chair, and continued to circle around.

The people behind the scenes should have sensed what he was doing, and then it was time to take action.Ah, could it be that the other party is actually not as smart as he imagined, and he hasn't found out yet?

Osamu Dazai turned around again.

Finally someone?

Hearing the knock on the door and the request, Osamu Dazai lifted his spirits: "Come in."

The person who came was the head of the financial team, a man in a well-knit suit, with a strong emphasis on Mr. Mori's style.

Not to mention his loyalty to Mr. Mori, he has outstanding professional ability, is serious and responsible in his work, and has a good way of dealing with people. He really doesn't look like a person who would do such a thing.

What a disguise.Shouldn't it be no wonder it wasn't discovered before?

Paradoxically pursuing death, Suicide Lover, Osamu Dazai tilted his head in doubt, with a malicious and innocent expression, under the cover of the desk, he deftly played with the gun with his fingers: "Kimura-kun, what are you doing? ?”

Kimura knelt straight on the carpet.

Ah, so boring.

Why not resist?

In that case, maybe he can die smoothly.

A 16-year-old quasi-cadre who has a great reputation in Hong Kong and black, and is feared by his enemies and peers at the same time, looked at the man in front of him dissatisfied, and listened to the man confessing his actions frankly, not begging for forgiveness, but only begging... Osamu Dazai was able to let go of the boy he loved, the boy named Kawakami Yuzu.

Unexpected answer.

However, it is the truth.

Osamu Dazai couldn't tell the difference.

All the conspiracy theories in his mind were emptied, and the dark-clad boy opened his eyes wide.

"Why?" Osamu Dazai heard himself asking, "You should know that Kawakami Yuzu's ability can affect people's spirit."

The man showed an attached, even pious smile, and his voice was soft but firm: "I don't regret it."

Osamu Dazai watched a seppuku.

It was quite a painful and traditional way of suicide. It was regarded as the most honorable way of death in Bushido spirit, especially popular after the Heian period.Because seppuku is too painful, after the early Edo period, the seppuku often had an assistant who made up the knife, and immediately cut off the seppuku's head after the first cut of the abdomen.

"Ah, the carpet is dirty." His kite-colored eyes reflected the man's corpse in the blood. Osamu Dazai rested his chin in thought for a while, then nimbly jumped off the swivel chair and walked to the French window.

Kimura-kun has prepared everything, including crimes, to make his death reasonable, without involving his sweetheart in the slightest.

So, do you want to do what he wants?

Osamu Dazai opened the curtains and bathed in the afterglow of the evening.

The Ganghei Building is very tall, and the office of the quasi-cadres is also on the upper floor. Standing in this position, you can see the scene of the setting sun falling into the sea.

——"I hope she can be happy."

Kawakami pomelo...

Kimura-kun said that the other party is already in school, and he doesn't have any unfavorable thoughts about Hong Kong and black.

Osamu Dazai randomly entered his name and school on his mobile phone, and found the photo quickly.

The young man under the cherry blossom tree has a beautiful face, and his smile is even eclipsed by the cherry blossoms.

Hmm, the fastest school girl with a support group in the history of Didan Middle School?

As if spying on another world, Osamu Dazai happily browsed the Tedan Middle School campus forum for several hours, until his stomach growled, and then he ate something in a hurry and left work on his own.

The office will naturally be cleaned up.

As for the Trojan horse software that pays wages in the financial system... Osamu Dazai recalled the solution that Kimura said, and then thought about his own expenses. Refer to Slug, and think that Kawakami Yuzu may have a harder life without this money .Is it really inconvenient to deliberately put the right of choice in his hands instead of eliminating it by himself, or is it a scheming thing?

It doesn't matter.

Osamu Dazai thought he was not very good at electronic products.

Let's see when Mr. Mori finds out.

Happy to make a decision, Osamu Dazai ignored the slugs in the corridor looking for him, and made a detour out of the Kohei Building.

Lupine Bar.

"Odasaku, it's a little boy." Osamu Dazai said, flicking his wine glass with his finger, "The one with black hair and golden eyes, the one in the red skirt."

"Ah..." Oda Saku was startled, and quickly accepted the setting, "That's right, it doesn't have to be a girl wearing a skirt."

Osamu Dazai continued: "He is doing well now, and I will help prevent Mr. Mori from discovering him."

Odasaku: "Yeah." Seeing Dazai's expression of begging for praise, Odasaku pondered for a few seconds, then raised his glass, "To do a good deed, cheers?"

Osamu Dazai laughed and raised his glass: "Cheers."

With the slight sound of bubbles bursting, the walls of the two glasses of wine came together tightly.

Dazai opened his eyes.

Most of the ice ball in the wine glass has melted.

The new coat seems to be a little thinner, and it will be cold indoors.

The young man with iris-colored eyes sat down for a while, checked out and walked out of the bar.