Port Mafia executives have something to say

The place where I met Suzuki-san was a high-end cafe on Yokohama's seaside boulevard.

……

The dark brown wooden floor, the light-colored landscape paintings hung on the beige arabesque wallpaper, the counter full of exquisite desserts are filled with hyacinths and lavender, and the rich and mellow aroma of coffee floats in the air.Not to mention the warm atmosphere, there is also a semi-enclosed semi-circular leather private deck, which is blocked from sight by lush spider plants.

The store was selected by Dr. Mori.As expected of a perverted uncle who often brings his young daughter out to eat desserts, he has thoughtful considerations in all aspects, all aspects.

"Really, won't you become your bodyguard now?"

Dazai, who was sitting next to me, yawned lazily, his messy and slightly curly brown hair stuck to the table, his kite-colored eyes were half-closed, and he looked sleep-deprived, "Why did I come here to be a light bulb on purpose, and The lovely nurse is not dating me."

Because only you can kill me directly without being affected by supernatural powers, and you are so cautious with a collar that can instantly stun or even electrocute me, you port mafia are really careful enough.

The other party seemed to be well aware of this situation, and that sentence was just a simple complaint.

Rain was dripping from the window, and I was slightly distracted by Dazai's words.Not far away in the rain curtain, there seemed to be a familiar light blue figure slowly walking away.

……

……

Miss Suzuki has left.

She didn't know about the fact that I had attacked the port mafia. She simply thought that I was adopted by a wealthy ordinary family and came here to tell her the good news.Even during the chat, I was happy because my guardian was quite reliable.

"That's great, Xiao Jing. The only thing I was worried about before I left was you. Speaking of which, Xiao Jing's coat looks very handsome. Your guardian has really good taste."

"……thanks."

The clothes were given to me by Dr. Sen, light gray trousers, a brown short-sleeved thin windbreaker, and even a pair of sneakers, completely in the style of a teenager.

Even Dazai, who accompanied me, took off the heavy overcoat he had been wearing all the time, and unbuttoned a few shirts.

Wearing an open suit with his collarbone exposed, although his head is still bandaged, he looks more like a dog from a rich family who ran out to do nothing and was beaten with a sap...

In any case, he is also preparing for this date, whether it is deliberately taking care of my mood, or simply wanting to see a joke on a whim-even though it is most likely the latter, I am willing to accept his favor.

"Speaking of which, Jing Jun is really lucky. If she can be taken care of by a beautiful and kind lady like you, wandering around must become a pleasant memory."

"Ah, Dazai-kun is really good at talking. In fact, I didn't do anything, and Xiaojing himself worked very hard."

Probably because she didn't go to work, Ms. Suzuki didn't braid her braids like usual today, but let her hair loose, she looked much more mature.

After hearing Dazai's words, she laughed very happily, "Although he doesn't talk much, he is a kind and good boy in his heart. Please take care of him in the future."

Almost all of them were talking during the whole meeting.And this young mafia's mouth is quite sweet, Miss Suzuki was coaxed by his few words, and then the two of them began to expose my black history wantonly, and Dazai's share was fabricated on the spot.

"Xiao Jing was really thin when he first arrived at the hospital. He didn't say a word and had waist-length hair. He was not happy to cut it off. At that time, he thought it was a girl."

"Suzu, Miss Suzuki...?"

"Don't be shy, this is praising Xiaojing's cuteness~"

……Fine.

Dazai glanced at me, and I swear I saw a sneer from his only right eye, "That's right, this kid is quite shy. At home, I don't even want to call my brother, and I want a cute little brother. Very sad."

Me: "I didn't!"

What are you talking about again, this guy!

"No, Xiaojing, a good boy must be polite. Although there is no blood relationship, Dazai-kun is your older brother." Miss Suzuki was educating me righteously, and secretly winking at me.

Although the other party was speaking for me, and implying that my "family" should take responsibility and take good care of me even if they quarreled... But I just feel that I have no love in my life.

However, Dazai is not affected by my gloomy eyes at all, "Also, Jingjun is also very rebellious. He fights with his classmates at school, and also at home. He does such and such things to me..."

Me: "Huh?"

Osamu Dazai, do you still want face?Which mafia boss stepped on his head and rubbed me on the ground a few days ago?

Sure enough, Ms. Suzuki had a look of disbelief: "How could it be—so, the bandage on Dazai-kun's head is indeed—"

So the bandage is still waiting for me here? !The Bandage Monster!Bandage Monster!Bandage Monster!

"No, it's all in the past."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head desolately, and then showed a pretendingly strong smile, "No matter what, I am willing to take up the responsibility of an elder brother and take good care of my younger brother, no matter how I am treated, my only wish is to be able to listen to him one day. "Brother, brother, big, man, words like this will kill you—sobbing and sobbing~"

I angrily used a fork to ravage the mango cake in front of me.

How dare you pretend to cry!If you wring your head off, I'd love to yell Onisama three times a day at it—

"Little Jing—"

Ms. Suzuki's wink made it even harder.She did seem to want me to be on good terms with my adoptive family.If I was indeed adopted, her actions were completely correct and well-intentioned.

And I couldn't refuse this kindness, so I could only cover my face in self-defeating.

"elder brother……"

"Can't you hear me, Jing-chan~"

Don't call me Beijing sauce like Miss Suzuki!The schadenfreude from the corners of your eyes and eyebrows is overflowing, you bastard!asshole!

Wow - what a shame -

I feel like my whole face is going to burn up——

"...My lord brother."

... Humiliation, this is the absolute humiliation Dazai gave me... Woo... I will definitely kill him... I swear that one day, sooner or later, I will let this guy also taste the humiliation I suffered!

……

As for leaving Yokohama, Ms. Suzuki explained that it was to take better care of her sick boyfriend. In addition, the two decided to get married, so they planned to move to Tokyo where Ms. Suzuki's parents lived.

I quit my job at the hospital, and at the same time changed my mobile phone number in order to adjust my mood and bid farewell to the past.

She wrote the new number and email address on a napkin and handed it to me, "Call me when you have a mobile phone. Ah, but I may be a bit busy after moving recently, and sometimes I may not be able to receive your call, don't worry. "

"……Um."

It seems... something is not right?

"—Because it's all a lie to you."

While Ms. Suzuki was going to pay the bill, Dazai said this to me who was thinking hard.

"Thanks to you. Originally, both of them would have their throats cut, filled with cement and thrown into the sea. After all, Mr. Boyfriend is an intelligence officer of the Takase Club, a hostile organization of the Mafia at the port. As for the lovely lady nurse, obviously she I don't know anything about my boyfriend."

He was talking about cruel topics without even a trace of a smile on his face. He was clearly sitting there, but it made people feel that there was nothing in that place.

Although the empty and indifferent eyes are facing this direction, they are not staring at me, but fascinated in my direction, as if admiring this unknown existence.

"In the end, Mr. Boyfriend just suffered a little flesh injury. That level of injury is nothing to people like us, but this is not the end."

"The Takase Club should have received the news that my boyfriend has left our office safely. If it were me, in order to silence the other party forever, I would definitely send a large number of assassins to kill them.

Alright, Mr. Jing, now is the time to ask questions. How can the other party cancel such an important action? "

Knowing what to ask, the most concise way is of course——

"Oh, right."

"I just received a message about Suzuki Shizuko's health from the torture team." Dazai took out his phone and shook it at me twice, "The lovely nurse didn't order the most famous fancy coffee here, but only I ordered a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice without ice, Jingjun, do you want to guess why?"

"........."

"Have you heard Jingjun? Or maybe it's because you haven't been exposed to this aspect—"

"Of course I know this!"

Angrily, I interrupted his unrestrained speech, got up and took the crutches that were lying aside, "How about setting off to the stronghold of the Takase Society now? My combat requirements are not high, so find someone with stronger strength to help me." Just carry a few oxygen bottles."

……

The pick-up car had already parked at the door, and several black luxury cars were lined up in a neat row. The respectful black suit got out of the car and bowed to Dazai and me to open the door, attracting many passers-by to watch.

"I thought Jing Jun didn't like to kill people. When he came to attack before, there were no casualties on our side." Dazai took the initiative to choose the car door a little farther away, was he being considerate of my walking inconvenience?Or is it implying the change of my identity to the members of the same industry?It feels good that he puts such delicate thoughts on his companions.

"I'm not a murderer. I don't kill your members because of Miss Suzuki. If you are angered, who knows what the mafia will do to her."

Also, she told me to be a good kid.

When I was wandering before, occasionally the place where I slept at night would be covered by gunpowder smoke.If I can dodge it, I will do my best, but if I can't...

1 minute of breath holding time can already do a lot of things.

I got into the car, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dazai with a "really funny" expression, and suddenly wanted to scare him.

"However, there are occasional exceptions for killing people."

"Do you know ZoneBathyale? It means the dark layer in French. It is the depth of the ocean thousands of meters below where the sun does not reach. To warm the sea water there, you need fresh, hot, scorching, boiling— —”

I showed a paranoid and coquettish fake smile at Dazai, murmured as if chanting a spell, and slowly closed my eyes.

"A lot, a lot, a lot of blood, that's fine."

"Gudong." Someone swallowed.

Ha, I'm scared.

I opened my eyes happily, but I didn't expect that there was Dazai's disgusting smiling face in front of me, and the smile was even happier than before.

Who was the one who swallowed just now?

Subconsciously, I looked forward and saw a pair of cobalt blue eyes quickly glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and found myself constricting my pupils as if frightened when I looked at me, and then moved unnaturally. opened.

I:"……"

I:"!!!"

I was instantly weak: "...Mr. Zhong, Zhongya, those... are just a joke."

The person in front reached out and pressed the brim of his pitch-black hat, and after a while he responded in a very reluctant tone, "Ah, um."

The person next to him: "Hahahahahahahahahaha——"

"It's true, I just wanted to scare..." My voice was completely covered, Dazai, don't laugh so loudly, hey!

"It's too noisy!" Mr. Nakaya growled impatiently.

I shut up for a second, lowered my head and silently reflected.At this time, Dazai's voice came from the side.

"Hey, Chuya, is it okay to be so unfriendly to the new juniors? Even though I'm still a brat, I'm really putting on airs."

"I'm not..." Mr. Chuya's voice seemed a little annoyed, but in the next second it became very angry, "It has nothing to do with you, put away your insidious tricks of sowing discord. Also, who do you say is Brat?!"

"Anyway, it's not Jing Jun who is sitting next to me. If you say it, it's just my dog, and Chuya is too. Don't be too self-conscious about it."

"Ah... how dare you say it, Dazai!"

"Ha, how much have you grown this year? It feels the same as when I first met you, little one."

"..."

Mr. Nakaya in the co-pilot didn't say a word. From this angle, I could clearly see that his hands were clenched into fists, very hard.

——Che Che, the front of the car is floating! !

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you are still driving now." The driver staggered and protested.

The car fell down again, the driver and I both breathed a sigh of relief, Mr. Nakaya gritted his teeth and said "Sorry", but the culprit looked like he had won the battle, leaning back with his hands on his pillow: " Hanging yourself is healthy~ health care, diving into the water is lazy~exercise—"

Even humming a song with ease?

It’s not good, Mr. Nakaya’s complexion has completely turned black, and the aura around him has become quite scary. His fingers clasping his chest are knocking non-stop, and he looks very impatient. After all, the patent-leather motorcycle Gloves with his fingers are super--

No, what am I thinking about, the other party is just someone who is respected and admired, stop thinking about it!

I forced myself to take my eyes off Nakaya-san——

This, so to speak, isn't Dazai this guy able to nullify supernatural abilities?Why didn't Mr. Chuya stop just now? Wasn't he afraid that the other party would really overturn the car with a fire? With him present, everyone else is no different from ordinary people.

But now I don’t dare to ask about this situation, and I don’t even dare to look at them. After all, Osamu Dazai’s mind is almost crazy when he turns around.

Just because there are ordinary people without supernatural powers in the car, Mr. Nakaya can't fight directly, but he can't beat Dazai with his mouth, so he has to hold back his anger-feeling that he guessed it right.

What to do at this time, it is better to look at the scenery first.

……what?

This road, the way to the Port Mafia building?

"Of course, Jingjun is not yet one of our people, so we should have a formal meeting with that lord."

Too super evil. Maybe the supernatural ability is actually mind reading. Zai casually looked at the scenery outside the window, "Then, you have decided to join the port mafia, Jingjun."

Mr. Nakaya glanced at me in the rearview mirror: "What? Just this brat?"

"This is the leader's decision."

"Tut." He smacked his lips and looked away.

Mr. Chuya...does he dislike me so much...I feel like my heart is broken.

The author has something to say:

I want to write an IF line "If there is no such lantern".

Basically, Jing-chan didn't meet Ms. Suzuki, but met a well-known and unkind person, BE's third-person stream of consciousness.

Let's eat razor blades together [Get out! ! !

It's not that Zhong was frightened by Beijing sauce, he felt that this kid was a bit evil [Zhong Ye who is actually afraid of ghost stories in radio dramas is really delicious (///▽///)

@罗阳雨寒, Wenye Shenxian’s handwriting, she also drew a picture of Super A after drinking and gave it to me [I don’t have any publicity outside the station, please let me go, please review Miss Sister

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