long-lived centenarian leader

Osamu Dazai hadn't worked or done anything else for two full hours.

I didn't know what I was thinking, and time passed in a flash.

The vibration from the phone brought him back to his senses.

When I turned on my phone, I found that there were many unread messages and an eye-catching transfer.

The little benefactor of his family gave him money again, this time it was 100 million, a month's salary.

He probably guessed that the other party knew that today was his birthday, so he hesitated for a while before clicking on it.

There is no blessing, as if it is just an ordinary salary payment.

In fact, at the beginning of this month, Gojo Satoru had sent him money.

He didn't ask if it was a double call.

But also came out of meaningless silence.

He has a lot of time to waste now, and if the story turns out to make him unhappy, he can go back.

Of course, infinite reincarnation is not something to be happy about, so it needs to be carefully planned.

The first thing he mustered up the courage to do was to take off his red scarf, and then slowly and carefully removed the bandages on his eyes round and round.

His field of vision became clear and broad, which gave him another confidence.

After changing into clothes, the movement of putting on the sapphire pin was exceptionally smooth.

Osamu Dazai looked into the mirror for a moment, satisfied that he didn't resemble someone at all.

He would have his own life, he thought.

Ango Sakaguchi had been sitting at his desk all day, and he didn't have time to eat, even the coffee was cold.

The documents he worked on were even before January.

There was no news he wanted, and it was the same as the senior said, heavy and boring.

There is no personnel file here, and after reading it for a day, it is full of records about the assassination of the leader.

The names of many of the above organizations are very familiar to him, and there are also the names of some familiar officials.

He'd always known there were plenty of people who wanted the head of the Harbor Mafia dead, but never thought there were so many.

Suicide armed attacks alone exceed 10 per month.Many more people were killed by mafia members arranged earlier without even touching the door of the port mafia headquarters.

In the file, these casualties were recorded lightly, mechanically and rigidly, with cold words, as if everyone was used to such things.

But what kind of person would take assassination as a daily routine and get used to it?

Ango Sakaguchi remembered the rare information about this person, and the mysterious descriptions of many people, for a moment he forgot the warning "don't get close to the leader of mafia, you will become unlucky", and became very curious about this person.

"Sato--good afternoon."

Arrived before anyone was heard, Ango Sakaguchi waited for a while before someone came in.

Although it wasn't his name, he had seen this person before.

It was the man who dressed like the legendary port mafia boss that day and bought a sand-colored trench coat.

The young man who happened to be wearing that dress today but didn't tie his eyes was stunned when he saw him, and then he said without much surprise: "Ah, is he really an undercover agent?"

He looked at the thick stack of documents in the other party's hand, and guessed that he was here to deliver the files, and he was familiar with the senior.

Sato is the surname of the senior.

But in the information that Sato-senpai sent back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division in the past, this person was never mentioned.

The other party does not look like an ordinary character.

Before he could analyze it carefully, the man came over with the documents in his arms, put them heavily on the table, and then sat down on a stack of books familiarly.

"Although I have long felt that Sato doesn't match the temperament of our organization, it's hard to believe that he is really an undercover agent. After all—this is a place where even the bottom-level personnel don't want to stay."

Ango Sakaguchi listened to the young man chattering about the status of the archives.

"Although this is considered to be in the headquarters building, there is no access to any confidential information at all. The files of the middle and upper-level members are stored in another place, and the list of personnel that can be seen here are all errand boys, low-level members , life and so on must be clearly written, and even go out to pick up girls someday. Then when they die, there is only a description like 'three people died'."

"You seem to know this very well, but you don't look like a low-level member." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses and sharply pointed out the unusual place.

"Why am I not considered a low-level member? I am a person who can only sleep 5 hours a day, and I do things that make me so boring that I throw up every day."

At this point, the handsome young man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the door next to the bookcase and said, "Have you ever slept in that bed? Sato changed the mattress for it, and it was very comfortable to sleep on."

"Are you familiar with Sato-senpai?"

"Very familiar." Osamu Dazai said without changing his face.

There is no one in the organization who is not familiar with him, and he is also quite familiar with the undercover agent of the Supernatural Secret Service who was specially placed in the archives.

Whether it is working status or living status, or even hobbies and interpersonal communication.

He can play the other's best friend seamlessly, but he still chooses ambiguous language guidance.

It's none of his business that the other party made up his own imagination.

"At a time like this, don't you think it's inappropriate to say that you know an undercover agent very well?" As an excellent intelligence officer, Ango Sakaguchi keenly noticed something was wrong.

They are really low-level people, so they must be avoided, right?

"No one dares to tell me."

Ango Sakaguchi did not expect the other party to admit it generously.

"Don't look at the fact that I'm here to send you files. In fact, I am very powerful. People who know me dare not get too close to me. If I didn't think about it back then, my name must have been included in the list of cadres."

The young man seemed very proud of this, but his tone was a little weird.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I don't want to do it anymore. Who wants to do things that make people afraid and hate things that I don't like?"

Sakaguchi Ango fell silent.

"So how about letting me stay here to assist you with your work?"

As if all the previous foreshadowing was to elicit this sentence, the young man looked at him pitifully: "As long as there is work to do, they won't send me to do other things."

"You are too proficient." Mr. Glasses faithfully fulfilled his duty of complaining, but he still said softly, "At least we should exchange names."

"Osamu Dazai."

Osamu Dazai said his name and looked at the other party calmly.

At this time, Ango, who is already a core member of the Supernatural Secret Service, could not have known that the leader of the port mafia is called Osamu Dazai, but the other party didn't seem to have any associations at all, nor did he reveal any shocking emotions, so he said it very naturally Out of his own name.

"Ango Sakaguchi."

"Then Ango—let's play a game. In this way, you praise me for an hour first, and then I start complimenting you."

The young man cunningly didn't say how long he wanted to praise the other party, but he was still ruthlessly rejected.

Ango Sakaguchi said in a business-like tone: "It's time to start working, didn't you say you would assist me in my work?"

"All right.

"The young man curled his lips, and soon became happy again, and kindly introduced their work today.

"The documents I brought are the undercover files in this clean-up operation. Although there are only lower-level ones, there are more than 200 people. Sato counted them once, handed them over to the top for verification, and then sent them back for filing. But since Sato If you are also an undercover agent, then all of these will have to be rearranged."

After Osamu Dazai said that, he began to feel genuinely happy.

Ango works like crazy, suffering and self-hypnosis, he can watch it all day.

It seems that the exhaustion accumulated from work has been relieved.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at as many as two hundred and three personnel files, and felt that this was clearly what he wanted, but it made him a little suffocated.

Osamu Dazai still felt that it was not enough, turned around and searched on the shelf for a while, took out another copy, and put it on the top of the file: "There is also this one from Sato."

The new employee showed a painful look, as if he wanted to make sure there would be additional work: "Is that all?"

There should be the rest of the people sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Sato didn't record it, but it can't be treated as nothing happened, right?

"Hmm..." The young man pondered for a while, his eyes lingering on his face, as if judging his credibility, he asked, "You will be like Sato, and you won't tell anything about me, right?"

Ango Sakaguchi nodded: "I don't think I have any friends to talk about you, and I don't have time to meet other people."

"Boss said that he wanted to thank someone for his help, so he sent a group of undercover agents away. Maybe you know who they are?"

Ango Sakaguchi had a bitter mouth, and said calmly, "It's my first day at the job."

You won't really send them to Siberia to grow potatoes, right?

Is it still too late to notify the officer to go carjacking?Or go to Siberia and wait?

"If you want me to say, the boss is really very humane in doing things this time. He didn't kill them, and he didn't keep them to squeeze value or use them as a tool to frame the original organization. He is so kind that he doesn't look like him~"

Osamu Dazai praised himself.

Not recognized by the other party.

Ango Sakaguchi: "Haha."

The image of the port mafia leader being demonized was more profound and demonized in his heart at this time.

That is definitely a devil!

With the help of Osamu Dazai, Mr. Ango's work efficiency has shown a negative decline. He has just finished checking ten files. What is in his mind is not what organization the other party is from and what work he is doing in the port mafia, but all kinds of gossip and complicated things. relationship line.

It's not that he's not serious about his work, it's that these gossips are too impactful.

To give a simple example:

"Xiao Lin fell in love at first sight with someone on a blind date. After three months of dating, he planned to get married. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the woman was five months pregnant. Then the investigators were pleasantly surprised to find that Xiao Lin was an FBI undercover agent, the woman was an MI[-] undercover agent, and the introducer was from the CIA. He was sent to MI[-] and then to the port mafia undercover, and the child’s father was sent to the CIA by the KGB and then to the port mafia undercover.”

Who can't listen to this? ?

Ango Sakaguchi, who decided to stop in time, drank the cold coffee to calm down, and said to the culprit: "Okay, you go to rest, I can finish these tasks by myself."

"How bad it is, it's not even the off-duty time for ordinary members."

The other party said hypocritically, but the person had already stood up.

Ango: "Oh."

Ango Sakaguchi continued with his intense work, and when the second cup of coffee went cold, he looked at the open door.

The young man's sleeping posture seemed a bit cute, lying on his side, curled up slightly, and after taking off his coat, he revealed an overly thin, but also tall and good-looking figure, his complexion was unhealthy pale, and there were shadows under his eyes.

It is true that he has not rested well, and it is also very worrying about his health.

Ango Sakaguchi noticed that he put his hands on his chest, and gathered his palms towards the special gemstone brooch. He seemed to be holding it before going to bed, and he might have let it go because he fell asleep.

He finally walked over and touched the gemstone with his fingertips.

"Theory of the Fall" allows him to see the memory attached to the object. The length and clarity depend on the object itself and the owner's affection for it.Therefore, most of the objects he uses his abilities are antiques or some old objects.

This pin, although it looks new, is also informative.

Although he didn't feel any malice from this person, the identities and camps of the two decided that even so, he was more inclined to obtain information from the other party.

With complicated emotions, Ango Sakaguchi saw a pair of immature hands holding the gemstone with tweezers in his memory, and tried again and again to fit it perfectly into the base.

From the jewel's perspective, the man's face was hidden by his hands or sleeves, but he could hear the boy's thoughts.

"I really don't understand why everyone doesn't celebrate Mr. Dazai's birthday... No matter, I'm going to give a present, and I'll give it today!"

"No one can refuse my gift! He will definitely accept it... right?"

"Ah... Mr. Dazai, it would be nice if Mr. Dazai could be happier, even if everyone is persecuted, it will be worth it."

……

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Today is this person's birthday.

He could only get a short rest here.

Ango Sakaguchi has always known that compared to other intelligence personnel, he is always difficult to let go of emotion and full of empathy.

But he still felt that he could get information from anyone with a purpose, except Osamu Dazai.

He was a little inconceivable that the two met for the second time (the first time they didn't even say hello), and he would have such an idea, but he didn't intend to change this decision.

On the second day, Osamu Dazai seemed to have been sent to work elsewhere. He didn't knock on the door of the archive room until evening, then poked his head in, waved a red book in his hand, and said cheerfully: "I have a great gift for you."

"Because I'm worried that you, Ango, are also an undercover agent and won't be able to stand the torture, so I prepared this as a gift for you."

Hearing these words, Ango Sakaguchi looked at the "Complete Suicide Manual" forced into his hands, and for a moment wanted to break the Mianmian in the bottle and pour it on Osamu Dazai's head, so that he could understand what the anger of a social animal was.