long-lived centenarian leader

Osamu Dazai originally wanted to reply to the other party, "It's too late, go to sleep if you have nothing to do, don't think about some irrelevant things", but he suddenly caught a glimpse of the greeting card on the table from the corner of his eye.

The greeting card has recently changed the candy red border for himself, and it stands arrogantly on his desk, the handwriting on it is still so glaring.

love goes well...

If he falls in love with Wujo Satoru, it must not be smooth but torture each other, right?

Suddenly changing his mind, Osamu Dazai sent a message to the other party.

Enthusiastic crowd: Do you consider being my lover?

He cunningly did not answer the question of whether he liked the other party, but directly threw out the invitation.

People who are more vigilant and sensitive will immediately classify him as a scumbag, but it is enough to deceive Wujo Wu, who has no EQ.

In fact, Gojo Satoru regretted it a bit after posting it. He felt that Osamu Dazai would never admit it anyway, and would instead say that he was narcissistic.

And it's already past one o'clock in the morning, and the probability that Osamu Dazai is sleeping is more than 99%. If he doesn't get a reply, he won't be able to sleep all night.

A lot of messy thoughts rolled through his mind. While he didn't dare to look at his phone, he wanted to hear the vibrating sound of the news, waiting anxiously for something.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai replied to him very quickly, and even offered this kind of invitation.

Let go of the phone that was almost broken in time, and for the first time, he sent a voice in a cautious tone.

"You...you won't be hacked, right?"

Osamu Dazai thought his tentative attitude was amusing, so he made a phone call.

"Just to confirm, this is Dazai Osamu. Are you?"

After a short period of panic, the young man who was confused about his state forcibly said calmly: "Gojo Satoru."

"Then—" the handsome man on the phone elongated his tone maliciously, with a loose smile, but every word made people blush and heartbeat, "Mr. Gojo is willing to accept Osamu Dazai as your boyfriend?"

Wutiao Wutiao was about to say "I do" by accident, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

This scene made it look like Osamu Dazai was confessing his love for the little girl.

It is not conducive to the reflection of his family status.

"Why don't you ask me if I accept you as my wife?" He replied thoughtlessly.

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone directly, switched his phone to airplane mode, and continued his work.

It's a beautiful idea.

Before we were together, he started to feel a heart attack.

Gojo Satoru looked at the call that was ruthlessly hung up, and was completely stunned.

This... is this a failure to confess?

its not right!Didn't the other party confess to him? !

Why did he fail?

He tried to make a few phone calls to someone, but he couldn't figure it out even if he was not connected once. He went to knock on the door of his house in the middle of the night, and went straight to the infirmary when he found that no one was there.

When Jiarui Nitzi, who was wearing a mask and was dissecting the body, turned his head, his gloves were still stained with blood, and his eyes with dark circles looked over, as if with a dark air.

Her hoarse and bored voice also seemed to have an underworld effect, and she asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru was not frightened, but still felt a little ominous, so he turned on all the lights: "Put the things in your hands away first, and help me analyze the situation."

Jia Ruozi probably guessed what was going on, and was curious about his emotional state, so he took off his equipment, turned off the lights, and went to the corridor with him to discuss in detail.

Gojo Satoru recounted to her what happened that night, and severely accused someone of hanging up the phone after flirting and ignoring them.

With a disillusioned look, Nitro lit a cigarette and confirmed that someone was hopeless.

"You are not suitable for dating. If you stop now, maybe you won't become an enemy."

The patient expressed incomprehension: "How could it be my fault that he confessed to me?"

Nitro made a simple analogy: "If you said to Jie, 'You are so virtuous, like a little daughter-in-law', what would happen to him?"

"He will hit me in the face, and then praise me for being so beautiful." Gojo Wujo was silent for a while, and then said, "Is dating a man different from talking with a girl?"

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Nitro: "Have you talked to girls? How many times have you cried in anger? Girls don't know what to do?"

"Oh." Gojo Satoru continued to criticize, without too much self-examination, and only cared about one thing, "Then what should I do now, I can't pretend that nothing happened, can I?"

In his heart, he has already left the single, but a little accident happened halfway.

It's impossible to go back to the past state.

Jia Ruozi: "How do I know? If you ask me, you might as well ask your students."

Gojo Satoru went to dig his students out of the bed at two or three o'clock in the morning, and asked them to give him advice.

The two students were yawning and couldn't keep their eyes open, but when they heard that "it's up to you whether I can get out of the single" or not, they immediately jumped up from the bed.

Yato: "The sky has no eyes, even you can get out of the single."

Gojo Satoru slapped him face down and pressed him into the pillow: "Shut up first, don't talk to a guy who has been single for thousands of years."

Natsume Shonen lived up to expectations and put forward constructive opinions.

"Since the other party is someone familiar with Mr. Wutiao, he should also know your character, and understand that your speech is only out of liking and there is no disrespect. So I think, as long as you leave a message to express your liking, when he sees it, he will will forgive you."

He felt that getting Gojo Satoru to apologize was a relatively difficult thing and it was likely to be counterproductive. This matter did not reach the level of a serious apology, so it might be better to deal with it this way.

Gojo Gojo's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Natsume, you really deserve to be my most proud disciple. I will guide you individually later."

Natsume: "..." There's no need for that.

After Yato was let go, he complained: "I was hired, and your serious student is only Natsume, isn't it the most proud?"

Gojo Satoru said indifferently: "Well said, your salary today is gone."

He returned to his room, took out his highest language skills, synthesized some online statements, and wrote one or two pages eloquently.

The last two sentences were sent——

"Do you want to be my boyfriend? I can!"

Get rid of his euphemism and sensationalism, and be straightforward.

When Osamu Dazai finished the accumulated work, the sky outside had turned white.

He seemed to be unable to bear the fatigue more and more now, and now his whole body was numb, and he thought about going to arrange Dostoevsky later, so he decided to rest for a while to calm his mind without much struggle.

He stood up, sat on the sofa, picked up the blanket that he didn't know when he put it here, and prepared to cover it up and squint for a while.

Originally, his eyes were closed, and suddenly he thought of Gojo Satoru, wondering what the other party would leave him a message, whether he realized his mistake, or whether he was waiting for his reply.

After hesitating for a moment, he still turned on the phone and put it back to normal.

There are only two sentences, but the emotion is very strong.

He hooked his lips unconsciously, replied "I can do it too", then turned off the phone and went to sleep.

Tuliu was agitated and tried to call him, but Gojo Satoru, who still didn't get an answer, sat until the sun was fully up before reluctantly going on the mission.

Dazai may be sleeping right now, he hastened to complete the task and then contact him.

If it doesn't work, go to Yokohama to find him, it's not far anyway.

Osamu Dazai took a nap for an hour, then got up energetically to wash up.Then he adjusted his appearance in the cloakroom, confirming that every detail of himself fits the identity of "the leader of the port mafia".

Facing that demon, there must be absolutely no slack.

It's also nice to take this opportunity to get nervous.

You can't play yourself to waste.

He went out and informed the new cadres of the organization to come to see him, glanced at the lollipop in the crack of the sofa, and ran over to cover it with a folded blanket.

When I returned to the desk, I found that there were piles of snacks on the table, the tin soldiers given by Andersen, the hairpins that Tsumiki accidentally dropped, and other strange items. I opened a drawer and swept them all in, and moved out a pile of unused items from the bottom. Putting used documents on the table, in order to flaunt his identity as a ruthless work machine.

The only dissonant thing on this table right now is that damn greeting card.

But only he can see.

OK, there should be no problem.

But something seems to have been forgotten.

The problem is not big.

Fyodor spent several days between being arrested and imprisoned and seeing Osamu Dazai. During this period, he did not receive good care and did not eat a few meals.

After paying a price of hundreds of billions to buy a cadre position that allowed him to work hard for others, he was anemic and weak, and he was unwilling to communicate with Osamu Dazai that he would inevitably fall into a disadvantage, and passed out.

The thoughtful Mr. Chief asked the doctors at the headquarters to examine his body, take some samples, and then arrange him in a ward with complete medical equipment.

Breakfast is white porridge and vegetarian stuffed buns that he hates.

Oh, and there is a raw egg in the porridge.

I can't understand why the Japanese have this kind of food culture.

Although the nurse said that when you are weak, you should eat some easy-to-digest foods, but he thinks that people may even know his dietary preferences and deliberately trick him.

This kind of thinking only lasted for a short time, and his impression of Dazai Osamu "this is a man who never does superfluous things like him and uses everything to the extreme" was shattered.

Silly teasing, something only Gogol would have bothered to do.

After adjusting his state, Fyodor went to meet his new boss.

The five buildings of the Port Mafia look exactly the same, and most people don't know which one is the real core headquarters.

In the real headquarters, the security force is far superior to that of the other four buildings.

Whether it is the level of technology or the quality of personnel, he was surprised when he had already guessed.

When entering the door, I have the intuition of being targeted by a sniper.

After he entered, he was monitored all the time, and intelligent programs kept scanning him. Just the distance from the gate to the elevator, he found no less than five supernatural beings.

The extremely rare resources of supernatural beings do not seem to be worth much in this organization.

He walked into the only elevator in the lobby that could reach the [-]th floor (the other one should be exclusive to leaders and cadres), surrounded by four well-trained security guards, each of whom was equipped with world-class weapons and equipment. Keep watching him.

During the last inspection, he was fully prepared and did not cause any prompts from the instrument.But he was stared at more urgently.

They find it unusual.

Really strict...

No wonder four years have passed, and that Mr. Chief, who has a hot style and a high profile, is still alive and well.

He would not have made an enemy of this gentleman if he could.

But unfortunately he did not receive a friendly signal.

Even though the man said "I'm into you," it was clear that it was a light, sarcastic lie.

The door of the chief's office was pulled open, and Fyodor stepped on the top-quality but overly soft carpet (it felt that even a child with soft skin would not be hurt if he fell on it), and looked up to see that he was sitting at the desk former leader.

The light in the room is very dim, and as far as the eye can see, there is darkness and the breath of death everywhere.

First of all, the gentleman has a polite smile on his face, handsome and elegant, but the aura of a superior person accumulated over the years in power is enough to make anyone feel in awe.

Fyodor greeted each other politely: "Morning, boss. Your subordinate Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky is called to come."

In order to show his dignity, he took the initiative to say his full name.Anyway, the other party knew about it, so there was no point in hiding it.

"Morning, Tuo Sijun, are you feeling better?" The leader who had already read all the inspection reports of the other party greeted back hypocritically.

"Thanks to you, I feel a lot better."

"Do you like breakfast?"

Fyodor looked up, trying to see malice and teasing in the other's face, but saw only a perfect mask.

"Hmm. We haven't had any Russians in our organization yet, so the chef in charge of the meals is not familiar with Russian food culture, so it's likely that they were made according to the doctor's orders. I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt."

Osamu Dazai slowly patched himself up.

Thanks to some guy who spent some time in prison with the Majin, he found out that the man is quite picky.

Then he must not be persecuted.

Turning around, I tuned out the surveillance video of Tuosi with a pale face and expressionless eating food he didn't like, and it was happy.

Fyodor: "It's good. It's good for the weak."

Port Mafia employees shouldn't need to eat every meal in the cafeteria... right?

Mr. Tosi, who didn't know that he would be so busy that he would have no time to eat, thought optimistically.

"That's good." Osamu Dazai uncovered the matter and brought the topic to the point, "Tuo Sijun, you took over the position of A's cadre, and should have given you his subordinates as well. But you know, he Those subordinates were all coerced by him using means and abilities. Now that he is dead, it will take a lot of work just to deal with the riots, and it will be difficult for those people to be willing to do things for you in the future."

It was meant to make him a polished commander.

Fyodor: "So what can my subordinates do for you?"

Just when he thought he could start to list his proficiency project 123 and get a position close to intelligence, the leader said without hesitation: "I have arranged the most suitable job for you, and the office is on the 49th floor , someone will take you there later."

Then he began to work for him as a social animal.

"..." Fyodor glanced at him silently and remained obedient, "Okay. Do you have any other orders?"

Osamu Dazai stood up from his seat, walked up to him, and asked him, "Tuo Sijun, from your point of view, how about the port mafia? How can I be the leader?"

The last time Fyodor heard this was yesterday, and the gentleman killed his own cadres after he got the answer.

He had to be convinced that this person was approaching him with complete malice.

Most likely, it was also to monitor his every move, so he put him under his nose and watched.

Then start a new game from now on.

Let him see how this outstanding chess player will arrange his restless chess piece.

He didn't show a frightened look, but gave a brief evaluation: "The night when the port mafia ruled Yokohama, you ruled the port mafia."

have absolute control.

So extra tricky.

I hope the final harvest can be worthy of his efforts.

Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers, and the dark floor-to-ceiling windows rose, revealing the blue sky outside and the bustling city below.

The two turned their faces sideways to look outside at the same time.

This is the tallest building in Yokohama, and it is located in the chief's office on the upper floor where you can have a panoramic view of the entire city.

Osamu Dazai showed the desire for power of the superior at the right time: "I not only want to rule the night of this city, but also stare at the back of the night during the day, and chase the night helplessly at dusk."

"This is my city."

Though he loves it hard, anyone who tries to destroy it is his enemy and will be consumed by the darkness he rules over.

The young man opposite him understood what he was saying, but he was still eager to try.

After a while, Fyodor looked at Osamu Dazai's vibrating pocket and said, "Boss, you seem to have a phone."

There have been many fights, but Osamu Dazai looked as if there was no such thing.

Osamu Dazai, who cleaned up the office but forgot to turn off the phone, knew without even thinking that these calls were from Gojo Satoru.

unwise.

Of course, he couldn't answer Wujou's call in front of Tuosi, but he was reminded, so he had to take out his phone and turn on the airplane mode again.

Fyodor saw the anti-peep film on the leader's mobile phone, and felt a little puzzled in his heart.

That doesn't seem like the kind of thing a work-obsessed chief would do.

-

Osamu Dazai gave Fyodor the official treatment of a mafia cadre in Port Fyodor—a meeting of the five major cadres was held to introduce him.

In addition to the two of them, those who attended the meeting included Koyo Ozaki, who had just sent her children to school, and Verlaine, who was fishing with pay.

When Fyodor heard Verlaine's name, his eyes were blank for a moment.

He had heard the name before.

Due to the status of the other party's cadre, the probability of having the same name as that person is very small.

Then things are easy to explain: the port mafia with a Transcendence sitting in charge does not need to be afraid of a fallen Guild.

"Do you have any advance knowledge of us? I heard that you were a well-known intelligence businessman in the world before you came to the organization."

A woman as beautiful as a geisha oiran arched her delicate eyebrows, calling herself humble.

But if someone despises her because of this, she will be ruthlessly thrown into the underworld where the other shore flowers are blooming.

In order to keep himself in a mysterious dark place in this world, and the demons are at a disadvantage of being exposed to news, Osamu Dazai spent a lot of time collecting supernatural beings, including Koguri Koutaro, to erase the news he didn't want others to know. .

Fyodor said politely: "No, I'm just amazed at the two outstanding appearances. Please forgive me for a moment of being absent-minded in front of the beautiful women. I don't mean to offend you."

"Thank you, you're pretty too." Koye Ozaki replied politely. She felt that Dazai's new toy had a strange sense of déjà vu, and she couldn't help but be more vigilant.

Verlaine was not interested in his new colleagues, but asked Osamu Dazai, "Where is Chuya? Where have you been sent to him, why haven't you come back yet?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, concealing the fact that he had forgotten about it, and said generously: "I was dispatched to Europe, and it just so happens that there is a meeting of the five major cadres, so let him participate remotely."

A petite and handsome figure appeared on the big screen in the conference room, as if the battle hadn't ended yet, with ruins, corpses and some other people standing in the background.

Zhong Yuan stomped the enemy into the ground, walked over to pick up the phone, saw a strange face at a glance, and asked, "Who is that?"

Osamu Dazai: "Our new cadre, in other words, A is dead."

"It's amazing that you can tolerate him until now." Nakahara Zhong also said casually, his eyes lingering on the new colleague for a while, and said, "He has a disgusting sense of hypocrisy similar to yours. It's you A long-lost brother?"

Osamu Dazai just smiled at his disrespectful speech.

Many people have said that he is very similar to Fyodor, and Osamu Dazai in the main world also predicts each other according to "If it were me, I would do the same".

He has a brilliant idea, which he can do by drawing the other party into the port mafia (of course he can't just recruit people in order to persecute the other party).

He wanted Dostoevsky to do what he had done, to think what he thought, to do what he did, and then...to magnify the similarity between the two of them.

The highest state of nesting dolls is synchronization.

Hiding these thoughts deep, Osamu Dazai pretended to be concerned about his subordinates: "How is your task done?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and his tone was interesting: "The supernatural beings here in Europe are quite interesting, not all garbage. I only found out not long ago who controlled the organization that traded with us and is dismantling it."

"Chuya, get out of there." Verlaine said suddenly, "Come back to Yokohama immediately."

His act of asking over the leader made Osamu Dazai look sideways: "Is there any problem?"

Verlaine: "There are guests coming."

Because there were people who he didn't trust, he didn't say it clearly.

He saw a very personal graffiti on a wall of the ruins.

It is the sea of ​​Yokohama to draw.

More than ten years ago, the scene that Rimbaud saw during the Huangba vomiting out of control incident.

Taking this as a preview, the upcoming guest is an old friend who even he finds troublesome.

Osamu Dazai's expression didn't change much: "Since Chuya's elder brother said so, you should hurry back."

The new cadres smelled the coming wind and rain, and were happy about it.

-

Dazai Osamu, who felt that he was going to get busy soon, seized the remaining free time, and hurriedly invited Ango and Oda Saku to the bar with the excuse of "finishing the first meeting that was not completed yesterday".

The three of them hadn't even chatted a few words yesterday when Gojo Satoru appeared to disrupt the situation.

Osamu Dazai complained in his heart, but his mood became normal.

In fact, he didn't need to consider and calculate every sentence like yesterday, he was communicating with his friends.

His two friends will know and understand him (even if it's too early to say so, but he has considerable confidence in them), they will share and complain, and the time to get together will be the most leisurely and comfortable time in life.

Isn't Ango in the main world also an undercover agent, and isn't he also enjoying the time together?

With Osamu Dazai's ingenuity, he can deftly fool him when he touches on sensitive topics, and he can be more frank about other topics.

Osamu Dazai, who was so mentally prepared, drank his third glass of wine tonight when he heard Oda's concerned tone and asked, "That person was very difficult to mess with yesterday, did you take care of the follow-up?" He said proudly: "It doesn't matter if the fraud is discovered, he is now tricked into my boyfriend by me."

A sneer came from behind.

Ango and Oda Saku, who were sitting on both sides, stretched out a hand and pushed his face to the back, allowing him to face the cruel reality.

There was no anger on Gojo Satoru's face at the moment. He smiled and said, "If you don't answer the phone for a day, I thought you were dead."

Osamu Dazai remembered what he forgot: "..."