Leader Zai Fengping was killed

/My name is Osamu Dazai. I accidentally came to this world not long ago, and became a "three-no youth" with no identity, no place to live, and even a dollar.

Even so, in this dangerous Yokohama full of people with supernatural powers and mafia, as a newcomer, I still successfully solved the above problems with my witty mind, and started a relatively stable new life in a different world.

identity get√

residence get√

Still penniless, money was a total no-brainer as I had found a kind sponsor who paid for all my living expenses.

The sponsor's name is Chuya Nakahara, a dark hat lover, who is the same age as me but 21 centimeters shorter than me.At the same time, he is a rough man who likes to use force. The first time I met him, I was beaten.

For some unexplainable and unspeakable reasons, I am currently living with Mr. Rough. /

"What are you writing? Diary?" Zhong also leaned over, glanced curiously, didn't know what he saw, and suddenly raised his voice and called out, "What does it mean to live together for reasons that are difficult to explain and unspeakable?" ah!Isn't this sentence a bit too, strange, strange, ah! "

"It's a very accurate description." I don't care about being seen—it should be said that the content I really don't want others to know is hidden in my heart, and there is nothing in the written text that cannot be read by others, "I do He and Zhong are also living together."

Living together in a three-story villa, even the bedrooms are on different floors... But anyway, because they live under the same roof, they can still be classified as "cohabitation".

"The problem is! Why is it so difficult to explain it?" Zhong also gave me a look, "Written so... so..."

Although he didn't say the follow-up words, I still comprehended his meaning knowingly and gracefully after listening to Xiange.

"Hey~ Chuuya is thinking of something strange!" I covered my mouth in horror, because it was a virtual covering, and it didn't hinder my speech, "I really didn't expect that Chuya's thoughts are so bad!"

"Huh?!" A cross burst out on Chuya's forehead.He seemed to be very angry and wanted to refute something, and I rushed to speak before him.

"Obviously it is! Because I am the leader of the port mafia in another world, I am wary of me, and asked me to live with Chuya for the purpose of monitoring—Chu also thinks so, right?"

"Ah, that..." As if feeling embarrassed about this kind of thing, Chuya showed a guilty look on his face, "How, how should I put it, this is indeed something that needs to be considered? If it makes you uncomfortable, I will Apologies, but for the sake of the port mafia's stability, I can't-"

"Well, this kind of thing doesn't matter!" I waved my hand indifferently, interrupting what Zhong didn't know whether to explain or express his determination, "It not only solves the problem of my accommodation, but also can monitor me nearby, which may threaten people. The "uncertain factors" of Hong Kong and black, I can fully understand Zhongye's approach! After all, this is the "optimal solution"! "

"Ah..." Zhongye replied in a low voice, and pressed the black top hat on his head uncomfortably, "It's best if you understand."

He paused for a moment, as if he suddenly came to his senses: "Since you understand everything, why did you write it like that on purpose?"

"Otherwise? Zhong also wouldn't want me to write all these things clearly, would he?" I deliberately made a look of disappointment and sadness, and sighed in dismay. My man is watching me, even I will be sad."

These words really made Zhong Ye feel guilty again.

Oh, I know him so well now.We've only known each other for three days, so could it be that this is the charm of cohabitation!

He is obviously a mafia, but unexpectedly he is a guy with a lot of emotion.No, it should be said that it is too emotional, and it is a bit excessive.

After all, my so-called "most loyal subordinate" is just another world's Chuya, and has nothing to do with him in this world.Under such circumstances, I still feel guilty for my words, which really makes people not know what to say.

But then again, empathy is more about empathy, and guilt is about guilt... It doesn't prevent him from continuing to spy on me for the port mafia, or for the current leader of the port mafia, Mr. Mori.

Tsk, Mr. Mori taught me well.

As the subject of surveillance, I have a little dissatisfaction with this.

It is specifically manifested as a growing curiosity about Mr. Mori, and there seems to be a kind of unwillingness to admit defeat that comes from nowhere... The only thing that can be called good news is probably the one about Mr. Mori who appeared because of "Loricon" The imagination of "perverted uncle" disappeared in advance because of this incident.

This is really a blessing in misfortune.At least if I want to see Mr. Mori in the future, I won't have any psychological burden anymore.

Although I didn't actually want to meet Mr. Mori.However, considering my status as the "leader of the port mafia"—more importantly, as the successor of Mr. Mori, who forced the palace to the throne—it is no longer a secret, unless Mr. Mori is so big that he doesn't care about it, or sooner or later. Sooner or later, there will always be a meeting with me.

It’s not a secret, it means that Dazai and Atsushi of the Armed Detective Agency already know (well, maybe Atsushi didn’t receive the part of “pushing the palace to the top”), the port mafia side, Akutagawa, the lovely Miss Higuchi, Chuya and that night Schrödinger's unknown members of Hong Kong gangsters in the bar are also aware of this.

In this case, if Mr. Mori still doesn't know anything about it, I can only reasonably suspect that he has been truncated.

You know, this is impossible, right?

It's strange, and I don't know why, but I seem to have very strong confidence in Mr. Mori, whom I have never met.I guess it is probably because he is the teacher of "I", in other words, I actually have confidence in myself.

It would be better to think of it this way.Otherwise, it's a little disgusting, blindly trusting a middle-aged uncle who is a perverted lolicon... Eh, I can't think about it anymore.

……

/ On the seventh day of living together with Zhongye, I finally heard that sentence from his mouth.

"Come and meet someone with me tomorrow."

When he said this, the look on his face was cold and tough, with an attitude that could not be refused.

In fact, he really thought too much.As a dependent, Chuya "subsidizes" all expenses, even if he smiled and tactfully made this request casually, I would not refuse.

It's like a canary kept in a cage, how could it dare not meet the requirements of the owner? /

"What nonsense are you writing again!" Zhong also looked very tired, "What is "cold and tough", how can I be like this?And what about "canaries" and "owners", if you really have the self-consciousness of being dependent on others, that would be great! "

"I have such a consciousness?" I looked at him innocently, "I stay at home alone from morning to night, and come back while waiting, just like a housewife waiting for her husband to come home from work—— When I think about it, I can't help but be as terrified as a full-time wife who is afraid of being abandoned by her husband!"

"Ah, it's so noisy!" Zhongya roared with a red face, "Can you talk properly, you bastard!"

"Hey, it's so scary~" I couldn't help shrinking my body, if I wasn't sitting on a chair, I would actually have taken a few steps back, "No matter what I do, I will do it obediently—please Don't abandon me, あなた*!"

I made a face like weeping.

Chuya blushed as if he was about to explode, and it was hard to tell which color was more vivid, his face or his hair.

Hey, doesn't it look like I'm bullying someone?

"Okay, okay, talk, talk!" Zhong Ye blushed and slapped me on the back viciously.

——As you can see, the one who was really bullied was obviously me!

"Yes..." Due to Chuya's force value, I had no choice but to be obedient.

"Ah, forget it." Zhong also sighed, "It's always messing around, huh...hey, I told you, I will go to Hong Kong and Heilong with me tomorrow night, and Mr. Mori wants to see you."

I curled my lips and replied reluctantly: "Okay... I will go..."

"Are you so unhappy?" Zhong also seemed very incomprehensible, "Since you are Mr. Mori's successor in that world, you should get along well with Mr. Mori, right?"

Ahhh, this is really a complete~ no logical inference at all.

It couldn't be easier to refute.

"Chuya~" I propped my chin and blinked at Zhongya, "Do you want to know who my successor is?"

"Eh?" Zhong Ye was taken aback for a moment, "Is... someone I know?"

"Of course~" I nodded, "You can guess."

"Could it be that..." Zhong also fell into thinking.I looked at him with great interest, although I knew he probably wouldn't guess the answer right—I don't think he's the type to answer "it's me"—but I was still interested in Chuya's guess of.

Well, how should I put it... It's also very interesting to watch Chuya keep making mistakes~

"Akutagawa?"

"No ~ yes ~ oh ~"

"That's... Big Sister Hongye?"

"Oh, no!"

"The one I know...is a superhuman, right?"

"That's for sure. If you are not a supernatural person, you will not be able to sit firmly as the leader behind me. After the port mafia has grown to the point where it dominates Kanto, the requirements for the leader are very high. !"

I kindly gave a hint.

However, Chuya still didn't guess right.

"Is it younger than you?"

"Yes~"

"Anyone who is younger than you...couldn't be Q?!" Zhongya said, nodding his head affirmatively, "Is it Q? Q is the only person I know who is younger than you!"

"Your expectations for that child are really high." Actually, I don't seem to know who Q is, but let's just respond like this, "But unfortunately, it's still wrong~wrong~"

Probably because the joy in my tone was too obvious, and Zhong, who had guessed wrong once or twice and many times, finally got impatient: "Don't be tricky! Who the hell!"

You are so impatient, Chuya!Still have to be more patient!

I can only announce the answer helplessly: "It is Chuya, my successor."

Chuuya opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he hadn't expected the answer to be this at all.

"I?"

"Are you surprised?" I looked at him with a smile on my face. "Chuya is indeed the most suitable candidate for the leader in my mind. I trust Zhongya very much."

Very shocked, but at the same time mixed with a lot of moving expressions - this kind of sensational expression appeared on Chuya's face.

To be honest, it's really inconsistent.

Mr. Rough is still more suitable for a flamboyant look, or the look of being pissed off by me is also good.

After a while, as if he finally calmed down, Zhong also returned to his usual appearance: "You, didn't you say that the successor is younger than you? I am the same age as you, and my birthday is two years earlier than yours. months!"

"Hey~ Chuya is actually the type of self-deception? But it's not right, Chuya's actual age is not so old at all, right?"

Although the specifics are not very clear, but I did hear from the stylist girl about the humanoid device that is also "Huang Ba Tu".And, Nakaya, who was born along with Raihachi Street, was already eight years old when he was born.

"So now Zhong is just a little ~ghost~!" I looked at him with a smile, and stroked his orange hair, which looked quite nice to the touch, "Be a good boy with good manners, how about Let's start by calling me "brother-san"? "

"Huh?! How dare you say such a thing—you're going to die, bastard mackerel!"

You see, as my successor, Chuya and I don't get along very well.Just because the "successor" unilaterally assumes that I have a good relationship with Mori-san, it is really taken for granted.