long-lived centenarian leader

[You refreshed in the red brick warehouse today. 】

[Night, cloudy, you with an umbrella, a shopping street with only a few shops open because of danger. 】

[You choose: A. Leave B. Find a shop to sit (←) C. Hang out]

Osamu Dazai was speechless about the fact that even the game thought he would refresh randomly, so he avoided the usual "walking" and prepared to see what was in the store.

【You choose: A. Gift shop B. Small supermarket C. Night snack shop D. Dessert shop (←)】

The dessert shop was the one Gojo Satoru quite liked, and Osamu Dazai clicked in subconsciously.

There are no guests at this point.

But there is a freshly baked egg tart with blueberry filling.

He bought five habitually. Although he remembered that Gojo Satoru hadn't even reached the spell level in this period of time, this was not reality, and he could be eaten by manipulative characters.

【You walk out of the dessert shop with a box containing egg tarts, and it's raining outside. 】

【You choose: A. Go back to the store and sit for a while B. Leave with an umbrella (←) C. Leave without an umbrella】

I brought all the umbrella straps and egg tarts, so there is no reason not to open an umbrella.

The screen image is a rainy street, hazy street lights and shadows on the ground.

One can vaguely see a tall, long-haired girl holding an umbrella and carrying a bag.

Osamu Dazai couldn't see the appearance of "himself", but he still didn't take it to heart.

The picture lasted for a while, and the passing scenery suddenly stopped.

The character stops.

【You met a boy, he was standing clean and fresh in the rain, staring at the egg tart in your hand. 】

The game was made very realistically. Once Osamu Dazai saw the opponent, he knew that it was Gojo Satoru who was in his teens.

But the expression of the other party is a bit strange. Although the text description is looking at the egg tart, I always feel that I am looking at him.It's obviously the first meeting in the game, but the other party seems to know him.

【You choose: A. Turn around and leave (←) B. Get close to him】

It doesn't mean anything else, just bad-hearted.

【You turn around and leave, but the other party still appears in front of you. This time, he is staring at you closely. 】

Osamu Dazai paused for poking his hand on the screen, and took a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

Gojo Satoru, who seemed to be in his early teens, was wearing a white kimono without sunglasses, and looked directly at people indifferently.

How should I put it, like a god living in a temple, without any secular emotions.

I can see that he is a little guilty...

【You choose: A. Turn around and leave again B. Ask him what's the matter C. Get rid of the disaster with an egg tart (←)】

[The other party finished eating the egg tart with your hands, and heard that you were in a hurry to go back, so you didn't stop him. 】

The above was originally a small game episode. Osamu Dazai’s daily game is still operating the port mafia, increasing the value of his subordinates through training, and using various options to increase his favorability.

But when he went out tonight, he took the umbrella given to him by Miss Hongye in his hand, and went to the red brick warehouse in a strange way.

Into that dessert shop.

And saw the last plate of egg tarts.

He thought it was not a good sign, so instead of buying the recommended blueberry egg tart, he bought two original ones.

In fact, he hasn't eaten egg tarts for a long time.

I kind of forgot the taste of Gojo Satoru's favorite egg tart.

Hmm... Gojo Satoru is 11 years old now?

The other party is probably still receiving one-on-one tutoring services in the mansion in Kyoto, so there is no need for him to be frightened.

Even if the other party appears in Yokohama, it has nothing to do with him.

Osamu Dazai did not intend to continue to be with Gojo Satoru this week.

He felt that if he tried again, he might succeed in going back to 16 years ago without him.

When he turned around and walked out of the dessert shop with the egg tart in hand, it was still raining outside, so he walked out with an umbrella.

He met a young man who was standing clean and fresh in the rain, staring at him closely.

Osamu Dazai stood where he was, not daring to move for a while.

Gojo Satoru knew that he had a destined wife.

Who could not accept feudal arranged marriages at all, he refused at first.

But the other party is really good-looking and has the kind of temperament that attracts him.

It's the kind, bad, sad, full of indifference and vigilance towards other people, but if he reaches out his hand, he will stick to him reluctantly and obediently.

She also loves him very much.

When he is with the other party, there will be no other worries at all.

He thinks this is great, so he often thinks about when he can see each other.

It seems that they met on a rainy night, and the other party gave him five super delicious blueberry tarts.

But Kyoto doesn't have a street lined with red-brick shops, and Yokohama has recently converted an entire warehouse district into a shopping district.

The old guy in the family brought him to Tokyo for business, and he took the opportunity to sneak away.

Squatting in the alley opposite the dessert shop, quietly waiting for someone who will buy him egg tarts.

But he didn't wait for the tall, long-legged and long-haired 36D big sister in his impression, and saw the person dressed as a teenage boy with flat chest and short hair.

But the other party is really good-looking, so that when you see him, you can find that he is the one you are destined for.

Compared with the egg tart that the other party is holding accurately, he will not dislike it if it is a little different in appearance.

The appearance in his dream is probably the appearance of the other party when he becomes an adult.

It will be more beautiful in the future, no problem.

Gojo Satoru, who couldn't even figure out the gender of the other party, confidently blocked Osamu Dazai's way.

Then I saw the other party's expression as if he had seen a ghost, and turned around suddenly.

he:? ? ?

This is not the same as promised!

Gojo Satoru blocked the opponent's way again.

Osamu Dazai looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't dare to look at people.

He was afraid that his heart would soften, and he would get entangled with the other party again.

The two stalemate for a long time, Osamu Dazai remembered the plan in the game, sighed and said, "I'll treat you to an egg tart."

Wujo Wugao nodded coldly, walked over to grab the egg tart in his hand.

The raindrops that had never been able to fall on him wet his thin white clothes at this moment, and the young boy frowned delicately, as if he didn't understand, but he still opened the box full of expectation.

The boy who was a few years older than him tilted the umbrella forward and put the person under the umbrella.

Gojo Satoru opened the box and saw that there were only two egg tarts. The smile he just raised froze a bit, and he asked incomprehensibly, "Two?"

Why did the five egg tarts turn into two? ?

Osamu Dazai didn't understand why he didn't understand: "I don't like sweets very much, so I only bought two."

Gojo Satoru: "...Oh."

All right, let him buy five later.

Osamu Dazai will spoil him very much, so he wants to eat whatever he wants.

At this moment, he has not realized the meaning of "the number and stuffing are wrong".

After eating the egg tart, when he heard the other party say "It's too late, I'm going back, see you next time", he didn't realize the perfunctory involved, but watched the person leave in a hurry.

Osamu Dazai fled back to the Port Mafia in embarrassment, and looked at his mobile phone with the game installed in his office in shock, as if he was looking at some evil ghost.

This is absolutely definitely Greeting Card messing with him.

Could it be that the favorability accumulated by the choices in the game will also be reflected in reality?

No wonder he felt that the loyalty of his subordinates was increasing at an unbelievable speed.

Osamu Dazai, who had opened countless branch lines out of curiosity, clutched his bad heart, took two deep breaths, turned on the phone, and tried to delete the game.

Nothing works.

He tossed the phone in the trash along with the greeting card, cleared his mind, and started working late nights, making complex plans to expand the organization.

The long-lost automatic sleep came at one o'clock in the morning. When the sun rose the next morning, Osamu Dazai saw brand new greeting cards and mobile phones on the table.

That mobile phone was even automatically updated, and it became what he used eight years later.

The young leader clenched his fists.

But he quickly thought of a new idea. He no longer resisted the mobile phone, but started playing games while working day and night.

He kept going back and forth, preparing to open up all the main and branch lines. For this purpose, he maxed out the positive and negative favorability of the characters, and then sorted out a long file in his mind.

On a certain night when he had a high fever of [-] degrees and was still playing the game on a drip, Osamu Dazai finally completed all levels of the game.

In Dr. Mori's eyes, "You look very sick", Osamu Dazai slowly showed a weak and smug smile.

He can now avoid procs from all side quests.

Let Gojo Satoru go to hell.

In the following year, Osamu Dazai lived a very fulfilling life.

Lan Tang did not create the resurrection of the former leader, and all the "sheep" in the Central Plains chose to surrender to the port mafia and sold him to them by the way.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was stabilized by him and did not come to Yokohama.

Verlaine argued with Lan Tang and even fought several times, but in the end he chose to stay.

The port mafia has expanded at a rapid rate. When the government frees up its hands and plans to try to govern Yokohama, it has to first recognize their Mafia's legal status in order to stabilize the situation here.

On a moonlit night, the teenage leader of the port mafia flees in the dark.

Dazai ruled completely, completely without any intention of working for another eight years.

It's time to return the position of leader to Mr. Mori. As for him, he is going to pursue a strong body and superb force.

Osamu Dazai decided to become a policeman.

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It is always difficult for a person to refuse a cat that is staring at him intently.

Fukuchi Sakura thought that since he had already picked up a mouse, it would be okay to pick up another cat.

On the way out of the mission, he chopped down a human-trafficking car, and the front of the car was separated from the body.

The teenager who pointed the gun at the driver slammed his head against the windshield, and red blood bloomed on the bandage on his forehead like flowers.

This weird boy not only has the ability to get out of trouble by himself, but also wrapped himself with a lot of bandages (based on his experience, even if it is an injury below, it will not be very fresh).Will look at him warily and ask in false gratitude, "Are you a policeman?"

He smiled and said, "It's not long since I started working as a police officer. If your style scares you, please bear with it."

The boy's gaze became more vigilant and he said, "Thank you, there is another person in the back seat, please take him away."

"how about you?"

"I can leave by myself."

"But you used a gun, you need to go to the police station to record the record, and then let the parents pick it up."

The boy's expression became resistant, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

So the cunning adult said: "If you don't want to be taken home, are you interested in becoming a policeman with a secret identity?"

The teenager seemed to have no choice but to nod.

He took the man back and quickly found out the identity of the other party.

The young master of a certain political family has been missing for a year or two.

It was probably after running away from home and living in a gray area that he acquired that gloomy temperament and various inappropriate skills.

Osamu Dazai's background has no deterrent effect on him, and the other party gets along well with Fyodor.

Fukuji Sakurachi began to happily cultivate a think tank for himself.