Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Gin day--

From six o'clock in the morning.

As a killer, he naturally has the ability to stay absolutely awake during the time required by the mission.

Words like "snipers lay in ambush for several days before waiting for the right time to shoot" are not just nonsense.

As for the assassination in the middle of the night, he had already executed it countless times.

As for the rest of the time when you don't have to perform missions, you are suspicious and cautious by nature, and you are always ready to take out a pistol from under your home clothes to explode one or two heads of gin, let alone let yourself sleep until the sky is dark and the sky is dark, eating and drinking all day long of.Don't even think about it.

Daily exercise is a must in order to maintain the agility of a top killer.

Simply, Gin specially set aside a room in the safe house to store specially-made fitness equipment, so as to avoid exposing himself to the sight of others around him.

——After all, as a member of the dark organization, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful.

Often after the gin workout is over, take a morning shower and change clothes.

This man, even in the safe house, was wearing a shirt and trousers that he could go out at any time.

Presumably, under this suit, there are also deadly weapons hidden here and there.

Gin went down the stairs, while running his fingers carelessly through his long hair, brushing the silver-white hair that had just dried and still had some moisture behind his shoulders.

He walked to the open-plan living room on the first floor, stooped to take out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator—the refrigerator that Vodka bought fresh ingredients with a wink and refilled it, tapped his toes, and closed the refrigerator door superior.

He didn't sit down either, just leaned on the cooking table and raised his head to drink water.

The cool water just cools down the body after bathing.

Gin threw the empty water bottle in the trash and started making breakfast.

Obviously, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to let the only child and immediate boss in this house cook, right?

Not to mention considerations such as identity issues, social and moral issues (?), just from the perspective of "touching potentially harmful knives", after spending a few days with Osamu Dazai, Gin decided not to Give the kid the slightest chance to get into the kitchen.

As for whether gin will cook?

joke.

How could the killer's hand be unstable?

How could the brain, which can calculate the wind speed when shooting a snipe, fail to calculate how many grams of salt and milliliters of sauce should be put in a meal.

It's just that it can't be called delicious in any case.

Standard, quantitative, restraint, flat.

Just like in this house, there is no trace of life in Gin's own characteristics anywhere.

It's almost time.

Gin rolled up his shirt cuffs and washed his hands.

Place sliced ​​toast in the toaster and toast until golden on both sides.

Pour olive oil in a pan, fry two eggs, and finally sprinkle some black pepper on the plump and trembling egg yolks.

As for the meat, of course it's bacon.

For nutritional balance, boil some broccoli.

Finally, reheat the canned English baked beans a little bit, and move the butter out of the cupboard.

One plate per person, with meat, vegetables, eggs and carbohydrates, perfect.

Gin thought for a while, then went to warm up a glass of milk for the young master, and placed it where he was accustomed to sitting.

[Barrage: Huh hee hee~~

"In my lifetime..."

"My life is worth it..."

"I'm already in heaven..."

It made a strange sound.

"Sure enough, anyone who is with the leader Zai Zai will light up the skill points of taking care of Zai!!!"

"I declare that the passive skills of the leader Zai are invincible!!"

"After thinking about it, it's not that the leader Zai ignored his physical condition so much that no matter which camp he was in, he couldn't stand it...!"

"Ah, if you put it this way...whether it's the chaotic evil (?) sword man, the neutral evil (??) Gojo Satoru, or the lawful evil (...) gin, all of them have fallen anyway hhhhh"

"There seems to be something wrong with the protagonist group on the left mixed in!!! But there is no sense of disobedience, what's going on hahahaha, some crazy critic who lacks expression management is the strongest, reflect on it."

"Damn it... why did I get stabbed by the reason for this passive skill... Am I too self-disciplined as a chef?!"

"I spin and jump and close my eyes without a knife——instead of stabbing myself, it's better to look at the good wife and gin!!"

"Hahahahahahaha, the clay sculpture of the sister on the left makes me laugh so hard! Although I also want to like it! (Devil whispers)"

"?! Oh, step on my XP! Sisters, if you talk about your wife, I won't be sleepy?!?!"

"Don't - you guys make me look directly at the indifferent Qin Ye winery brother again??? It's over, Qin Ye's high ponytail hairstyle is engraved on my DNA! Please - please - please let me take another look ah!!!"

The VIPs stared at the barrage with cold eyes.

No.Although they have never overestimated the integrity of the barrage, but this clay sculpture...

How weird is it to match the word "wife" with the tall man opposite who is obviously murderous? ! ? !

Some of them have a conscience that shouldn't exist in the dark world, and they don't lack the ability to associate with a smooth logical chain. If they imagine what they might be molded into by the bullet screen, they immediately feel suffocated——!

Wu Zhenzai (lightly): "Chuya, don't worry about what you missed," he said abruptly, as if he had seen through someone's psychological activities on the verge of eruption, and he smiled like a devil and sent out bullet screens:

"After I come out, I will say one sentence, all, all, sue, sue, you~"

...In such a situation where he could intentionally anger Zhongye in the Central Plains, a certain person never mentioned the fact that he could not tell the information about the pure white room at all.

Sawada Tsunakichi flinches: Okay, so scary, another Mr. Dazai.

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The dignified Peng Gelie's new leader is also thankful for the fact that he is the only one watching the barrage in this world today.

As for Gojo Satoru, it's the exact opposite.

He doesn't care about his cat figurines, or whether it's cats, paper, badminton, or Gojo Satoru—he doesn't take those things to heart!

Gojo Satoru had never talked to "Osamu Dazai" who apparently came from another world on the barrage.

Just as the leader Dazai can distinguish him from the kid who was favored by luck.

Even without saying a word, Gojo Satoru can tell which one is "Osamu Dazai" who tacitly never talks to them, and which one is his stolen teacher.

The strongest human conjurer with no lower limit, just complaining about being wronged, muttering, and swiping the screen by himself:

"Hate it, hate it, this white hair!"

Gojo Satoru suppressed the sincere words under his tongue, and only said super loudly and coquettishly:

"I'll grow long hair when I turn around!! Dazai-sensei, don't you get seduced by a long-haired dog?!"

…………? ? ?

Are you serious?Gojo Wu? ? 】

...Gin doesn't know that someone is coveting his long hair (?).

The man who neatly prepared a simple English breakfast looked sideways at the clock and decided that it was time to wake up the young master.

I washed my hands again and put down my sleeves again.

If you want Gin to comment on what is the most painful thing about being in the same room with Osamu Dazai these days.

That is by no means supplementing information to Dazai and letting him command missions remotely.

Yes.

That's right.

As one of the "exchange conditions", the leader Dazai, who has been crazily fishing for a long time, is super resistant to work, and has zero progress in his career line, finally started his old business again.

Even if the memory is lost, the instinct to manipulate the darkness has been dissolved in the flesh and blood.

When the child sat upright behind the desk, crossed his fingers, and cast his eyes over tiredly and clearly——

Not even gin can be denied.

At that moment, he had the illusion that "that gentleman" was right in front of him.

……Do not.

Not only that.

The child was so young that he was already a worthy leader, the deepest darkness itself, the blackness of night above the crows.

Presumably, in time, he must have the ability to build a breath-taking, night-time huge empire with one hand.

Gin thought.

For that purpose, I will do whatever it takes to keep Osamu Dazai alive, willing to sink into the night with the crow——

Sure enough, it was correct.

It turns out.

indeed so.

The conditions that Dazai offered in the car before were not a child's big talk at all.

Under that accurate prediction as if he had glimpsed into the future, it was originally only an assassination mission.

Centered on gin to dispatch information, ordered and assigned manpower as heirs.

The unsuspecting pieces on the chessboard rise and fall, and everyone trapped in the chess game is completely unaware of each other, and only by watching from the sidelines can they make guesses.

In just a few days, this initially simple task has grown into a behemoth.

Kneaded absent-mindedly by the small palm of a child.

Almost predictable.

When this mission is completely over, presumably...

——It will give the entire organization more than double the net profit.

Qin Jiu, who was watching from the sidelines the whole time, couldn't help being startled:

Osamu Dazai, he is a born mafia.

And the child in front of him, although his body is tender.

But he is already a person in power who can't help but bow his head in front of him.

No matter how unbelievable it is, this is also an objective fact.

Gin once again lamented that "that gentleman" had such a good vision in choosing an heir, and at the same time sent emails tirelessly to reprimand his colleagues who sensed the movement and secretly tried it—yes, it was you, Fangou... No, the whiskey trio.

right.That's right.The heirs are fine - but that's none of your business.

No.Regardless of whether this change in organization tasks has anything to do with the young master, I don't have the need to inform the unrelated organization members.

In case the young master needs it?Ah.Say something stupid.With my gin beside me, can you still use it?

Qin Jiu satirized all his colleagues back in sharp words, avenging the ridicule of the trio in the Twilight Pavilion.

On the other side... he coldly called Belmode repeatedly, asking her if she had any "effective" ways to take care of the eight-year-old boy.

……Yes.

Gin he gave in.

Obviously, the most painful thing was not "helping the young master make up lessons" as he had originally imagined. This child had already graduated with full marks due to his demonic brainpower.

The most painful thing is obviously——

How to get Osamu Dazai to eat and sleep obediently? ! ? !

Gin: "........."

Normal kids aren't like that, are they?Drink water when you are thirsty, eat when you are hungry, and sleep when you are sleepy, right?

……etc.Let's exclude "normal kids" from the premise of "quickly taking over Mafia affairs"? !

Gin Jiu, as one of the top assassins, has the ability to ignore his own physical needs for a long time and concentrate on successfully assassinating the target of the mission.

But why is Osamu Dazai, who is only eight years old, so proficient in ignoring physical pain?

now think of it.

On the first day, the gin was arranged according to the schedule of adults. If it wasn't for the sudden reminder from his natural prudence, he almost forgot that for a young child, he might already be hungry.

However, Dazai buried himself in the book without any reaction.

That night, Gin almost didn't turn off the lights until midnight according to his habit.

Thanks to the urgent reading (passed to him by Belmode) in the afternoon, Gin urged the child to go to bed at about eight or nine o'clock.

... Dazai looked up at the clock, then at the gin, and said "oh" cautiously with the gaze of an idiot.

Qin Jiu: "..." Don't take me for an idiot, I haven't slept so early myself, young master.

then.

No matter what time Gin knocked on the door (Dazai chose the second bedroom in the end).

Whether it's eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, or even early in the morning.

The lights in Osamu Dazai's room were still on.

Gin: "..." Isn't that right?

Although I heard about it during the Twilight Pavilion, I let the whiskey team take care of the child's gin and closed my eyes in pain.

He turned around and tore up the child's psychology, and used other methods to fight wits and courage with the young master... Both died together.

The scene was so tragic that even if Gin Jiu managed to push the person to bed in the end, he would still use up his blood.

Even if he has done ten tasks assigned by the organization in a row, he has never been so tired.

In this way, Gin was forced to light up cooking skills, housekeeping, child care, and unlimited... Wait, this cannot be lit in another sense!

In short, forcibly correcting Osamu Dazai's work and rest time is too painful.

Tormenting two people at the same time.

I don't know what kind of life this child lived before he lost his memory. He either didn't sleep at all, and he didn't even care about the appearance of faint dark circles, which were too obvious on that small and cute face. The melting reason supports and maintains the sobriety.

either.Dazai couldn't wake up.

These two modes appeared alternately in Dazai's life. He was not forced to keep his eyes open until dawn, and Gin didn't know which one was more tormenting today.

...Perhaps, he knows now.

Gin lowered his eyes, and stared at Dazai's door with his dark green pupils for two seconds.

He stretched out his hand, and while pressing the doorknob, he tensed his leg muscles.

next second,

Open the door.

Gin flashed sideways!

There was a barely audible sound of breaking through the air.

The small but sharp silver needle pierced towards the eye, and Gin grabbed it with one hand.

The man silently glanced at the unremarkable sewing needle in his hand, and decided not to ask Osamu Dazai how he found this thing in this safe house, even he himself can't remember when he bought it.

He also gave up asking the child what he used to open the lock.

Qin Jiu just stood at the door, looked at the small mechanism installed on the door, and then looked at the handmade crossbow placed on the bookshelf facing the door, the height and distance of which had been clearly calculated.

Even Gin had to praise the little prop that was obviously made of crude materials in the safe house, and even though it knew it couldn't hurt anyone, it deliberately disgusted people.

……very good.Today's battle is yours.

Gin thought to himself.

He took long legs, walked to the bed in a few steps, and looked down at the small ball curled up on the bed, not even showing half of his hair.

"Time to wake up."

Gin had no expression on his face, but said in a soft voice.

He himself was so disgusted that he didn't know that he could still make such a sound in his life.

But Gin looked at the lump on the bed with satisfaction and was also trembling disgustingly.

He cleared his throat and delivered the final blow:

"little Master."

Gin said.