my brother is scumbag

After looking at each other, Zhong Yuanzhong and I grabbed the man casually, cornered him, and began to interrogate him.

However, he was already trembling, but he still clenched his teeth and even closed his eyes, just to avoid my ability, he was unwilling to speak out.

And he didn't do anything to betray the organization, so it's not good for us to really hit him hard.

Because of this incident, both Zhong Yuanzhong and I felt a little depressed, and the means of solving the task were much more brutal than usual, and the speed was naturally faster.

There are subordinates who are responsible for tying up those unconscious guys and taking them back. Nakahara Nakaya and I have nothing to do in the future, so we are free all of a sudden, and feel a little boring instead.

After wandering around idly for a while, Nakahara Chuya suddenly asked me, "Speaking of which, there is something I've always wanted to ask."

"Ok?"

"I mean, after joining mafia, must minors...have to dress up like this?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at the bandage on my face, and said in a hesitant tone, "cover the right eye or something."

"...No, of course not."

"Then why you and Dazai..."

"At first, Dazai suggested it, but I got used to it later." I said.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thoughtful, "I originally thought it was because one of you was the recruiter of the other."

I was taken aback, and my steps stopped.

Chuya Nakahara's words suddenly made me realize that in the eyes of other people, is my relationship with Dazai so close?

This topic was quickly brought over.

The mafia building has arrived.

I saw a familiar person with a smile on his face immediately.

"Oda!"

The red-haired young man turned around, holding a book that seemed to be a magazine in his hand, "It's Yui." Immediately, his eyes fell on Nakahara Nakaya.

"This is Oda, my friend," I introduced to Nakahara Chuya with a smile, and when I was about to introduce Nakahara Chuya, Oda spoke first, "His name is Nakahara Chuya, right?"

It was also the first time Zhong Yuanzhong saw Oda, he reached out to shake hands with him, and asked doubtfully, "Have you seen me?"

Oda shook his head, but nodded again, a reaction that baffled me.

"Actually, it was written by this journal..."

Oda raised the book in his hand, then opened one of the pages, compared the content on it, and stated it.

""This Week's Laipi Zhongye" Journal."[1]

"Chuya Zhongyuan, features, ocher hair color, short man..."

"Just joined mafia..."

"Treacherous, cunning, and keen to penetrate other people's intimate relationships..."

When reading this, Oda paused, his eyes lingered on Nakahara Nakaya and me, and said in a doubtful tone: "I have been thinking about who this intervening in other people's intimate relationship refers to... So, Are you referring to Yui and Dazai?"

I:"……"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

In the next second, Oda's eyes sharpened, and he quickly took me behind him, and quickly moved away from Nakahara Chuya, who was glowing red.

"The murderous aura on him...huh?"

His voice faltered for a moment, he turned his head to look at me, and said blankly, "Yuyi, the murderous aura on your body is really heavy."

"Ah, you made a mistake, Oda." I said with a smile.

Oda: "..." He silently looked at my cackling fist, and I smiled even brighter, and said clearly, word by word:

"My, this is the joy of finally discovering the truth."

Dazai, that bastard——! !

I asked why he hadn't reacted in the past few days other than coming back to get canned crab meat. It didn't look like his character at all.

So this is ah--

This bastard, he's been planning this bullshit conference for the past few days! !

On this day, the mafia building was almost demolished by me and Zhongyuan Zhongya.

However, that mackerel spirit was so slippery that he couldn't even see the figure.

When grabbing his men, they would just shiver and hug each other, indicating that they didn't know anything.

My brother said that in the past few days Dazai has suddenly been particularly diligent, and he has completed the work of the week in two days, so he does not know where Dazai has gone at this time.

In the end, Nakahara Chuya and I left the mafia building angrily, both gnashing our teeth.

That guy definitely expected to be taught a lesson by Chuya Nakahara and me who would find out the truth, so he slipped into an unknown corner early on!

The two of us looked at each other, and we both found the same idea in our eyes——

I won't stop until I find that bastard Dazai!

Although, in the end, Zhong Yuanzhong and I suspended this behavior.

Mainly because we were hungry.

People are iron and rice is steel, the two of us decided to have a meal first, and then go to slaughter after filling our stomachs.

"That bastard Dazai—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched the spoon hard with his fingers, and the powder kept slipping from his fingertips, and then fell into the soup bowl under him.

I:"……"

He didn't seem to realize that he had added something to his soup.

"Speaking of which, where did he hide?"

Diverted by my question, Nakahara finally stopped persecuting the spoon in his hand, frowning and thinking.

"I found the place where he often committed suicide," I said, pressing a finger correspondingly, "the place where he works, and..."

Finally I let go, doubting from the bottom of my heart.

"Where did he go?"

The two of us looked at each other, although we really didn't want to admit it, but we have to say, if we continue, we may not find Dazai.

Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured, "...squatting and guarding."

I sighed, "It seems that this is the only way."

But this actually has loopholes. After all, as long as Dazai makes a phone call or arranges for someone to pick up the materials, he doesn't need to go back to the mafia building at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also obviously aware of this loophole, so when the two of us walked out of the restaurant, the expressions on our faces changed from anger to depression.

It is also because of this that I discovered a hobby of Chuya Nakahara.

He actually likes to drink.

The matter of drinking was brought up by Chuya Nakahara.

When I said that the bar does not allow minors to enter, he raised his eyebrows, and the depression of not being able to catch Dazai was swept away from his face, and turned into complacency.

"But stores affiliated with mafia can."

I:"……"

That's not wrong, the members of Mafia can't stop us, after all, Chuya and I can barely be regarded as small leaders.

As a result, when the two of us were sitting in front of the bar in the bar, facing the bartender, Nakahara Nakaya said, "Just give her milk."

"what?"

I was looking at the wine list, and when I heard the words, I turned my head and looked at Chuya Nakahara, "Why give me some milk?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and said in a natural tone: "Because you are still a girl, and you are younger than me."

I narrowed my eyes and made a gesture of his and my height, "But Chuuya, you are not much taller than me, are you?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...I told you not to mention my height!!"

Seeing that the alliance between the two of us almost broke up because of the problem of a glass of wine, the trembling bartender finally summoned up his courage and said, "Or, can we consider low alcohol?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head to stare at him, "Won't you be drunk?"

The bartender wiped the sweat from his forehead: "No."

"...Okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a reluctantly satisfied expression, and turned to look at me, "I can only drink this."

"Since you don't want me to drink, there's no need to propose to come with you before." I squinted at him, but I also understood his kindness and accepted this kind of wine that was no different from a drink.

Originally, drinking was just a whim.

I don't actually like the taste of wine myself.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head and muttered in a low voice, I couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned over, "What are you talking about?"

He cleared his throat, looked back at me, his ears were slightly red, showing a little embarrassment, "I forgot."

"..." This reason is very good and speechless.

"Because I thought about drinking, I was very happy, and then, I forgot that you are not..." He paused, his expression changed a little, the embarrassment faded, and turned into memories and regret, "Forgot... ...You are not Shirase and the others."

When it comes to this topic, the atmosphere seems to have become a little heavy.

"Hmm..." I turned the cup in my hand and said softly, "This matter is actually because you were designed..."

"No." Zhongyuan Zhong also interrupted my words.

He fixedly looked at me, although his eyes were a little sad, but more of a thorough understanding.

"The final decision is made by them, not by you."

"They denied me my status as a companion."

After saying this, he looked down at the wine glass in his hand and stroked the wall with his fingertips.

The crimson wine blurred under the light and fell on the back of his hand in a black leather case.

I looked at the pair of gloves I gave him, and suddenly said, "Have you ever heard of a saying?"

I blinked as he raised his eyelids to look at me.

"If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come."

"..."

He froze for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, but soon realized the meaning of my words.

"you're right."

He looked at me fixedly, a slight smile appeared in his cobalt blue eyes, and his tone was firm and gentle.

"I already have a new companion."

"So--"

I raised my wine glass to him, and I also bent my eyes and smiled, "Toast to my new companion."

The smile in Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes deepened, he raised his wine glass, cooperated with me, and gently collided in mid-air.

"—Cheers."

This bar invested and opened by mafia belongs to the kind of clear bar, the lighting is that kind of orange and warm color, coupled with the quiet atmosphere, people have the desire to talk and chat without knowing it.

Coupled with the impetus of drunkenness, Nakahara Chuya's words obviously increased.

Most of the time he is talking and I am listening.

I took a sip of the low-alcohol drink in the cup, propped my cheeks, and looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was already blushing, in surprise.

Is he... already drunk?

I glanced at the wine glass in his hand again, if I remember correctly, this is the second glass.

Looking at Chuya Nakahara, whose eyes were clearly clouded, I couldn't help clicking my tongue.

In the end, he likes to drink so much, but his drinking capacity is so shallow?

...He is not even as good as me. At least I was drunk after drinking a bag of canned beer.