Yokohama Script Team

At this time, the white cat left behind by the port mafia was on the top floor of the building. Momiji Ozaki came over with a face of resignation and carried the cat as ordered by the leader, and "summoned" his pet when the leader was not around. The idea of ​​watching a play.

The "heroic appearance" of Dazai and Chuya quarreling to demolish the building is always a headache and funny.

The leader and his students playing machine fronts are also very interesting to Ozaki Koye.

She felt that the leader was teaching Dazai as an heir. After the death of the first generation, she tried to treat the Port Mafia as a home. The Port Mafia cannot afford another death of the leader and abnormal replacement. If the next succession can be handed over peacefully, Koyo Ozaki will be very pleased.

Not only the transition from the current to the next, she hopes that every leadership transition will be normal.

Mafia doesn't mean like betrayal either.

Or in a way—

Their tolerance for betrayal is zero.

Whether it is for yourself or others, it is necessary to give a certain amount of trust. "Credit" is also the standard for judging a person and an organization in the outside world. Of course, forget about being crazy like the first generation.

After seeing off the smiling Ozaki Momiji, Mori Ogai lay down on the desk.

Panting feebly.

"Hongye-kun has really high expectations of me, Dazai-kun is not a good boy..."

Do you expect Mr. Dazai to obediently wait for him to abdicate?Just that wayward kid who had so much fun stabbing him?Mori Ogai felt that it would be better for Koyo Ozaki to let him face the former leader than Dazai-kun.What Dazai-kun is more likely to do... is to play him with the port mafia like a cat with a toy, and then toss it aside.

It's hard to trust Dazai.

The difficulty of being trusted by Dazai has doubled to this extent.

Mori Ogai did not want to explain to Koyo Ozaki.

The way he gets along with his student Osamu Dazai is hard to change. The only person in Japan who can change Mori Ogai's mind is his respected teacher Natsume Soseki, but Natsume teacher will not go beyond his disciples to teach his disciples, so this possibility is ruled out.

Even if Mr. Natsume contacted Osamu Dazai on a whim and made Mori Ogai's request outside his bottom line, Mori Ogai would refuse, but given Mr. Natsume's character, he would not force his disciples to do things outside his bottom line. Mori Ogai will not be respected from the bottom of his heart, so this may also be ruled out.

Both he and Osamu Dazai are trying to figure out how to get along with each other.

——Oh, I was wrong, he is the only one who has a headache for this.

Poor leader Mori Ogai.

Osamu Dazai, the ruthless little rabbit, doesn't care about what adults have to think about, but what he has to think about is not only the port mafia, but also the city of Yokohama.

——Dazai-kun doesn't he have any weaknesses?

Mori Ogai sighed in his heart, Dazai-kun who is not under control is too dangerous, it always gives him a sense of urgency to tighten his back.

Dazai is like his past, but this 16-year-old boy is far more relaxed than his contemporaries.

The person who killed the leader was also worried that he would be killed by the same means one day.

Alice is playing with crayons, lying on the long table with her calves up and dangling. She is used to being unscrupulous in the chief's office. What is it to treat the chief's room as her own room? She can still bully the chief and see the middle-aged uncle crying The funny expression that comes out is much more pleasing to the eye than the usual Rintaro.

There were crayons scattered on the long table, and Alice was drawing with one of them. The picture was a white cat tangle in front of her. When the cat was quiet, it was the cutest still life.

After Mori Ogai sighed, he looked at Alice, and asked with a wavy line in his voice: "Is little Alice listening to me, is there?"

Alice stared at the painting without looking at it and said, "Don't listen, don't listen, Rintaro's words are so boring."

Mori Ogai tilted his head and asked, "Alice?"

Alice snorted lightly: "Dazai is a bad guy, didn't you already know that?!"

"Oh, it's also..."

But Mori Ogai still couldn't let it go: "Speaking of which, Dazai actually has a private channel that I don't know about. I'm careless. Not knowing Dazai-kun's past well is a hidden danger..."

"Isn't that good?" Alice interrupted, and said maliciously: "Let Dazai use his contacts to work for us!"

"Good idea! The premise is that Dazai-kun won't find out..."

"right?"

The white cat seemed to understand the words and opened its eyes, the slits of the eyes leaked light that was not only blue but also white, Alice was attracted to it, but the white cat slowly closed its eyes when Alice's attention came back, and again deep sleep.

Alice stared at it bitterly, and then looked at her own painting.

"Rin Taro..."

"Please——" Alice yelled, "Go and learn painting well! It's because Rin Taro's painting skills are so bad that Makino-chan keeps ignoring me!"

"Eh? Obviously it was drawn by Alice—"

"Huh? Are you saying it's my fault?"

Alice glared at him aggressively, and Mori Ogai smiled beggingly.They observed the white cat's every move psychologically. At this time, the white cat looked like an empty shell, but it responded to the conversation between Mori Ogai and Alice. Could he guess that a certain consciousness is in the white cat's body? Are you watching them inside?

Enemy or friend?

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In the distance, Chihime Makino turned her face helplessly. The body of the white cat she pinched was thrown in the port mafia, and was called by Mori Ogai to perform on the top floor. She didn't say anything. Why does Mori Ogai always think she has What conspiracy.

She was really invited by Dazai for her birthday.

[Well, by the way, make a fuss. 】

Makino Chihime added heartily.

But she didn't get involved with the Port Mafia. The Port Mafia is Dazai's toy. Instead of guessing what she's up to, Mr. Mori might as well worry about the students who pry his seat.

Makino Chihime glanced at the corner of the one-way glass.

Two teenagers from the port mafia sat in the corner, and Dazai Osamu, who was wearing a white kimono, was less conspicuous than Nakahara Naka beside him, and his presence was so thin that it was easy to ignore.

Her eyes turned around Dazai Osamu, then she retracted her gaze, closed the folding fan and looked at the man who appeared at some time.

With Makino Chihime's perception, it is impossible to be unaware of the coming person.

The guests who come here know this too.

He leaned against the door, and when he saw the girl looking over, he stepped in, his boots knocking on the floor unhurriedly. The man was not wearing a uniform, but a simple samurai attire, covered with dark feathers, and carrying a sword.

The two sat opposite each other silently, observing each other.

To be precise, it was the man who observed this girl. A few days ago, she entered the gate of the military police in a hound-like costume, and the girl who impressed him deeply. The white kimono, looking closely, the style of the kimono seems to be biased towards the country on the other side of the sea.

He didn't understand these things, but he became vigilant quietly.

What country is this person from?

He was vigilant, but when someone poured a cup of tea, he said slowly, "Ye An, Mr. Fudi."