My brother is not a good person

The heavy and sturdy double doors were kicked open by someone who came.

What was faster than the movement was his gnashing of teeth.

"Dazai! What time do you think it is?"

The orange-haired boy grabbed the collar of someone sitting behind the desk.

"The whole world is waiting to kill you as soon as possible while your foundation is unstable, in order to shake..."

No, the damned mackerel is not ignorant of his own situation.

Seeing that the bastard with bandages on his face kept smiling, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

"What the hell are you doing again?"

Accompanied by the questioning, the right hand grasping the collar became tighter and tighter, and Osamu Dazai's breathing became more and more difficult.

But it didn't affect his mood at all.

The black-haired boy didn't show resistance at all, instead he raised his hand and patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder.

This move successfully received an even more shocked stare from the other party.

His cheeks were a little bloody, and Osamu Dazai's smile deepened. "Why isn't Chuuya used to it yet? I'm the leader now."

"leader".

As soon as these two words were uttered from Osamu Dazai's mouth, Chuya Nakahara's anger that almost turned into substance froze in an instant.

He slowly released his right hand, took a step back, and repeated word by word: "Leader, leader."

Although I don't know how this guy became the leader, but in the port mafia, the leader's order is absolute.

"So, is that an order?" The orange-haired boy squeezed out the remaining words from his throat, "At this time, ask me to take a little girl on a tour in Yokohama?"

It was written clearly on the materials handed to him by his subordinates.

It was a 17-year-old girl who had no supernatural powers, no background in the other world, and could even be regarded as a young girl.

They should have stayed in Russia to practice figure skating well, instead of suddenly coming to Yokohama.

And all of this is probably due to the bastard in front of him.

Hearing his question, Osamu Dazai waved his hand nonchalantly: "Of course!"

He picked up the phone on the table, stretched out his finger, and tapped the screen quickly.

"This is the first official task I have given to Zhongye as the new leader."

The black-haired boy took the time to look up from the screen to look at him, and his gaze finally fell on his shoulder.

"Considering all aspects, I believe Zhongye must be able to complete it well."

As soon as the words fell, he added: "And I didn't let you go to other places, it's just Yokohama. In addition, didn't I bring a new child back a few days ago? It's not impossible for him to protect me with his supernatural powers." You need to give newcomers a chance to practice, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai finished all the words, and this is still an "order".

The Central Plains can only choose to compromise.

In the silence of the orange-haired boy, Osamu Dazai sat back at his desk and played with his phone with a smile.

"I remember that Chuya had a good relationship with the public relations officer."

No one could guess his mood at the moment from his crooked eyes.

"This lady is also a friend of the public relations officer."

After choking for a moment, Zhong Yuan Zhong also responded with a complicated face: "I see."

The tacit understanding of his partners for many years undoubtedly made him immediately understand the meaning of these two sentences - that girl only knew "the public relations officer", and he wanted to use the identity of "the public relations officer's friend" to contact her.

So what exactly does she represent, and is it worth mackerel to trick her here in the name of a public relations officer?

Or... is she completely different from what is shown in the information?

No matter how much Chuya Nakahara hates Osamu Dazai, he will earnestly complete the orders from the leader.

After all, only this is the most correct choice for the port mafia.

According to the landing time given by Aeroflot, Chuya Nakahara arrived at Tokyo Haneda International Airport on time.

Because he didn't know enough about the nature of Aeroflot, he failed to find the target person at the prescribed exit.

Mr. Cadre finally completed the first part of the task when passing by the M counter in the airport.

He took the snacks he just bought at the counter and walked over to the girl who was checking Twitter with the newly registered alias.

"Are you Laisha Mikhailovna Dostoevskaya?"

Hearing her own name, the black-haired girl suddenly raised her head and pushed off her sunglasses, "It's me. Are you the one the PR officer asked to pick me up?"

Isn't this question too preposterous?

Even if you are a liar, you will only answer "yes" when you hear such a question!

Zhongyuan Zhongye put down the tray in his hand, and replied disapprovingly: "Zhongyuan Zhongye, my name."

"Mr. Chuya—wait a minute, may I call you Mr. Chuya?"

Laisha was obviously not familiar with Japanese, and she stumbled a bit.

"I remember that Japanese people don't seem to be able to call names casually?"

Seeing that she was really not used to communicating in Japanese, Mr. Cadre switched to English, "It's just a name."

Even through the sunglasses, he could see the other person's eyes light up instantly.

"Mr. Chuya speaks English so fluently! He doesn't look like a Japanese at all!" The girl realized something as soon as the words came out, and quickly corrected, "I really didn't mean to discriminate, I was just too surprised."

"It's okay." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care, he just pushed the tray in her direction.

He stretched out his hand slightly as an invitation, "Eat something to fill your stomach first. You must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

After asking the staff at the corresponding exit, Mr. Cadre finally had a little understanding of the fearlessness of Aeroflot.

Not every airline is able to arrive at the destination more than 40 minutes earlier in the case of a half-hour delay in departure.

Only Aeroflot can do it.

It was precisely because of this that he failed to pick up Laisha on time and told her to wait for nearly an hour.

Pulling the mask down to her chin, Raisha squeezed a chip into her mouth.

Without thinking about it, she said, "It hasn't been long! I'm just sitting here waiting for you to come. It's not a troublesome thing."

It was less than 5 minutes after we met, Zhong Yuan had already been choked several times by her unsuspecting acquaintance.

He was absolutely sure that "Laisha Mikhailovna Dostoevskaya" was exactly the same as the figure skater described in the information who had little contact with the outside world.

It may be so easy to trust others because the athlete's world is so pure, so pure that it makes people feel ashamed.

Even if this trust comes so easily, it is not a reason that should be used.

Using the other person's trust to achieve a certain purpose - this is simply too much.

He's not Dazai, so there's really no way he can't do something.

What's more, this should also belong to the scope of the task.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced around, noticing the cast on the girl's left forearm and her missing suitcase.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You haven't got your luggage yet? Give me the boarding pass, and I'll get it back."

With chips in her mouth, Raisha pinched the corner of a tissue to wipe off the oil stains on her fingertips, and pulled out the boarding pass from the pocket of her sweatpants.

"Mr. Chuya, you are such a good man!"

She solemnly presented the boarding pass with one hand.

"Please rest assured Mr. Chuya, I will definitely wait here for your return."

Without saying anything more, Mr. Cadre retrieved the suitcase as quickly as possible.

When he returned to Diary M, Laisha was not the only one sitting at the table waiting for him.

The strange woman holding the notebook tightly in both hands looked at Raisha with a concerned and distressed look, and could hear her "teaching" when she got closer.

"Laya must rest at ease and recover from her injuries. Don't worry too much even if it is a developmental level now."

Her eyes can't be separated from the cast on the girl's left arm.

"Although you said in the interview 'unless there is a game, you will not come to Japan', but you are already here, so I will not ask more questions."

The woman noticed the sound of the rolling of the suitcase getting closer and looked back.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you here." She shook the notebook used for signing, "Have fun."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly took her suitcase and left M.

Sitting on the seat that the woman gave way to, Nakahara finally spit out the words that he had held back for nearly 10 minutes.

"I said you, why don't you have any defense against others?"

He pressed his hat, raised his legs, and his tone was very irritable.

"If that woman and I are both bad people, what are you going to do? She said 'don't reveal your whereabouts', but if she says so, what are you going to do? You're too gullible, but you'll run into a lot of trouble of."

The upturned eye ends added a bit of fierceness to his cobalt blue eyes.

When he uttered these words, the corners of his mouth twitched with a bit of threatening anger.

At this moment, any ordinary person would never doubt his identity as a "bad guy".

But Raisha cannot be regarded as an "ordinary person" in the full sense.

"She won't say it."

The dark-haired girl raised her left arm and placed it on the table.

"And you're all good people."

Before Chuya could refute, she continued, "Don't rush to deny it! I trust my intuition."

Raisha took off her sunglasses with one hand and put them aside, revealing the pair of wine reds of the same color as her younger brother.

Compared with her twin brother with upturned eyes, her downcast eyes look innocent and innocent, like a cute little dog.

Bending her eyes slightly, the girl smiled sincerely.

"But having said that, I certainly don't make judgments based on intuition alone."

Not only did she wear a mask and sunglasses, but she didn't even wear the most commonly worn sportswear.

And that woman can accurately identify her in this situation, and can still remember what she said casually in previous interviews... At least this level of familiarity is indeed in line with the status of a "fan".

Picking up the last French fries, Laisha poked the ketchup that the fans in front of her had helped squeeze.

"My situation is quite special, so they have long been used to keeping silent about my news."

After that, she sighed, grabbed the french fries and stopped talking.

In fact, it is useless to say it, so I got used to silence.

Just like she can never see negative|negative|negative|news|about herself from the original mobile phone, they also have no way to exchange information about her that is not officially issued on the forum.

All posts with keywords will be blocked, deleted, and then disappear without leaving a trace on the Internet.

Of course it would not be her will.

No one wants to completely seal themselves in a glazed cocoon.

No one will add unnecessary troubles to those who follow and like themselves.

Or at least she doesn't like the situation.

The one who could build her this exquisite birdcage...

It was the younger brother she hadn't seen since her parents passed away.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

The same name was spoken silently from another person sitting in the headquarters building.

He took off the earphones connected to the bug, and his eyes fell on the dialog box with Laisha displayed on the phone screen, and the corners of his lips curled up in anticipation.

Thanks to Chuya who gave himself the opportunity to plug in the bug before he left, otherwise it would take some more time to confirm.

As he guessed, "Raisa Mikhailovna Dostoyevskaya", who won the gold medal at the just-concluded Sochi Winter Olympics, has a very close relationship with the devil Fedya of this world. unusual relationship.

Although when I saw Laisha for the first time, this matter could get a pretty good result, but I have never heard of anyone with the surname "Dostoevskaya" in the main world. Genius figure skating women's singles.

Therefore, it is more reliable to rely on style to judge.

Now, the mousetrap is ready.

When can something be gained?