what does the leader taste like today

Where are my eyes?Where did you put it?

The consciousness is awake but the eyes have not yet opened. The eyelids have their own thoughts, and they are stubbornly closed tightly, leaving only darkness.

Thinking about her eyes, Di Lu reached out and groped on the table.The desk was very messy, with his textbooks, pencils, erasers and the newly bought diary scattered about, like a day school desk rather than a social animal desk.

The result of blindly groping with eyes closed is that things clank and fall to the ground, and the noisy sound is especially abrupt in the quiet room, which makes the consciousness become clear.The restless eyelids relaxed at this moment, slightly leaking a crack.

She was a little slow when she just woke up, and the angle of view in the crack was extremely narrow. Di Lu patted her head only to remember that the other eye was given to Mr. Ono, and she hadn't had time to put it back into the socket.

He froze his head, but he didn't see Mr. Ono, probably he left the office while he was sleeping.Di Lu looked in the direction of the leader's desk: "Mr. Dazai, where are my eyes?"

His purple pupil eyeball was rolling around on the table, being treated like a pinball by Osamu Dazai.Falling down on the desk, propping his face with one hand, Osamu Dazai threw the documents aside, and rolled his eyes boredly with his free hand.

"You're awake."

Osamu Dazai raised his body and changed his posture.He collapsed on the back of the chair, even the bandages wrapped around his eyes gave off a boring atmosphere.He threw his eyeballs towards Dilu, forming a full parabola from the beginning to the end.

Non-human body parts also have non-human qualities.

It won't be stained with dust, and it doesn't seem to carry bacteria, or the bacteria themselves won't cause damage to the monster's body.Just by blowing, Di Lu put his eyeball, which violated human biology, back to its original position.

Blinking, full vision returned.Dilu didn't seem to have any discomfort, he jumped off his seat, walked in front of Osamu Dazai, and stretched his head to look at him.

He had no memory of what happened after he fell asleep, and his last memory was frozen on the messy desk with documents.I don't know how I got back to my seat, I don't know when Mr. Ono left, and I don't know if Mr. Dazai finished his dinner properly.

There is no evidence that even a single crabmeat dish ever existed on the table.

Osamu Dazai let him see it casually. He put his hands behind his head and asked curiously, "Is your body detachable?"

"...Should?" Di Lu herself was not very sure, her movements were based on instinct, "If it is broken, it can grow back slowly."

"Hey, it's so convenient, can you grow another head if you lose it?"

"I don't know, I can try it if I have a chance."

The two talked about a slightly scary topic as if no one else was there.Osamu Dazai always drags out the tail sound very long, which makes people think of a furry cat tail for no reason, but this association will not exist in Dilu's consciousness.He scanned the interior of the office, but he didn't find the crab meat dish or Mr. Ono.

"Where's Mr. Ono?" Dilu asked.

"Speaking of which, I feel sad, Dilu, Ono-kun seems to be very resistant to your manipulation of him, and he has already resigned."

Dilu still doesn't know that Mafia, a black-hearted company in the port, is not allowed to resign, and Osamu Dazai is just making up and throwing the blame at him.He nodded, swallowed this sentence and the fear behind it, and asked again: "Did Mr. Dazai finish his dinner properly?"

"Of course not." Dazai Osamu looked sad, "The loss of a reliable subordinate made me not interested in crab meat dishes, and I can't eat."

Di Lu hesitated for a moment, he originally wanted to say that there is no option to be sad in your relationship.

Even in summer, nine o'clock in the evening has sunk into darkness.The office occupying an entire floor is simply furnished, with only one desk lamp maintaining its brightness.Dilu thinks that Port Mafia is so poor that he can't even pay the electricity bill for the chief's office, and now that even his competent subordinates have left, the next step is that Port Mafia will also dismiss all staff due to bankruptcy, and Mr. Dazai sells the building and house to fill the funding loophole.

Shaking his head: "The book that Zhongye gave me said, don't waste extravagance, but save."

He didn't ask for a word, but Osamu Dazai could see the reason from his face.

I don't know what Dilu's brain circuit is thinking, but Dazai Osamu has a plan to implement the previously discussed "find a chance to remove Dilu's head".He twitched the corner of his mouth: "These buildings are all mine. How could I be so poor? I can still afford a meal."

"Oh."

On the surface, she is nodding, but in fact, what Di Lu thinks in her heart is clearly written on her face.Osamu Dazai looked at his stunned little face full of doubts of "how could I not believe it", and he couldn't help but get angry.

Osamu Dazai didn't even bother to talk to such a single-minded person. He patted the table, and he showed the aura of the leader of the underground forces: "In short, the leader is hungry now and wants to eat. As my bodyguard, Dilu needs to be satisfied." Everything the leader needs."

"As for what to eat, I want spicy crayfish."

"Spicy crayfish..." Di Lu hesitantly took out his mobile phone, and made a call with a skillful gesture of pushing the pot, but this time the person who answered the call was replaced by Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Chuya, Mr. Dazai wants to order a takeaway crayfish." After thinking about it, he still followed his own heart and added at the end, "...I want the cheapest one."

The hard-working Central Plains cadres are not only responsible for being a trapeze man, but also frequently go out to work in all the ports of Mafia around the world, and after returning to the base camp, they are also the errand brothers for the two worry-free guys upstairs. .

A Dilu who has always been thoughtless, and Osamu Dazai who is always unhappy.

Zhong Yuan, who had just finished dealing with the internal spies, rushed upstairs cursing all the way with the supper they ordered.The takeaway box in my hand was packed carefully and safely, and it was lifted by gravity all the way back and still kept the temperature just out of the pot.

The food for the leader is naturally the best, even the spicy crayfish is the most expensive and delicious spicy crayfish in Yokohama.Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know what strange ideas Dazai Osamu had instilled in Dilu.What's the cheapest when they port Mafia is poor? !

"The supper you ordered." Zhong Yuan Zhong also pushed open the door of the chief's office.

"Hey, isn't this Chuya? The delivery guy did a great job too!"

The lunch box under the control of gravity can have the momentum of a tiger going down the mountain even when it hits the ground. Zhongyuan Zhong also rushed to Dazai Osamu who greeted him and roared: "It's fine to call me up suddenly in the evening to deal with the traitor. Don't call me for ordering takeaway at night." ah!"

"It's just that if you always worry about such small things, you won't grow tall."

Whether it was ordering takeaway or dealing with the traitor Di Lu, he didn't pay attention, and the quarrel between the two of them was completely ignored.He squatted down and twirled his fingers slowly, and the dinner that Mr. Dazai ordered came out of the packing bag automatically, the heat spread, and the steam turned into water droplets and fell on his erect hair.

The crayfish, bright red and appetizing when asked, turned out to be like this, and it seems that they have never eaten this kind of food.

The big box was bigger than his head, and with another twist of the fingers, the documents on the leader's desk were neatly folded into a pile, and the lunch box with the lid opened was gently placed on the open space on the desk with convenient thoughts.

The two over there were still arguing, or it could be said that Nakahara Chuya continued to output unilaterally, and was often stimulated by the smiling Dazai Osamu to jump his feet.This kind of scene is actually very common in the chief's office. Even Dilu, who just joined the port of Mafia, can pretend that he didn't see it, and do the work he should complete on his own.

Dazai Osamu turned his head and talked to Dilu: "The crayfish's shell is so hard to peel, Dilu has to help me peel off all the shells with my mind."

Mr. Dazai is so lazy, Dilu is sure.

Osamu Dazai saw the conclusion written on his blank face: "I am not oppressing you, but just giving you a chance to exercise your ability to fine-tune."

It seems very reasonable and completely unreasonable. Dilu didn't realize that Osamu Dazai was showing the fangs of a capitalist. He just thought that Mr. Dazai's character was like a vexatious cat, but the taste of the language he ate turned black. Chocolate, bitter and alluring.

Thus, the scene in the chief's office was suddenly transformed into two ends. One end is the crayfish lined up on the table and take the initiative to peel off their hard-to-handle shells one by one. scolding link.

Di Lu was not at all interested in the scolding between the two of them, Shen Hejin. After peeling the shrimp, she went back to her seat and took out a book to read.It is still the familiar junior high school physics, and the familiar gravitation, but it has changed from a theory to a series of blank physics problems. Di Lu holds a pencil and writes and draws in the noisy background sound.

Just because he doesn't care, doesn't mean the two will let him go.

"—Bastard Dazai, did you secretly swipe my salary card again!" Nakahara Nakahara shook Dazai's collar angrily, the other party secretly used his bank card more than once or twice, every time It will make him angry every time.

In the past, Osamu Dazai would readily admit it, but this time it was slightly different. When he heard this, he immediately changed the situation: "I didn't use it, it was Dilu who swiped your card."

Di Lu, who was named, slowly raised his head. He didn't know why he was brought into the quarrel between the two of them this time, so he could only slowly put question marks on his head.

"what?"

Dazed, sluggish, overwhelmed.

I belatedly remembered that when Mr. Dazai asked him to buy crab meat dishes, he gave him Chuya's card.

The honest Dilu nodded: "I use it. Mr. Dazai said that Chuya's bank card can be swiped at will, and it doesn't matter how much you spend. The password is still xxxxxx."

He only heard the words "from Dazai's sect", and with a sneer, Nakahara Chuya clenched his fingers into a fist and creaked on his chest.

"Too-zai-"

"Don't teach Dilu badly!"

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The author has something to say:

Dilu: I did the work, and I took the blame.

Dazai: I deserve the beating, and it’s true that I’m hungry.

Chuya: Overtime is real, and the money is mine.

Ono: I was the one who was manipulated, and I was the one who was identified as an undercover agent and dealt with.

I don't know for a while which of these four people is worse.