what does the leader taste like today

It seems to be autumn.

Taking advantage of Osamu Dazai's inattention, Dilu secretly opened a corner of the curtain of the chief's office.Looking at the deserted streets and the burnt asphalt road downstairs, Di Lu had this idea vaguely.

It was 37 degrees yesterday and 37 and a half degrees today. It seems that the temperature has not dropped as the summer quietly left.The change of dates and seasons is constant and inconspicuous. Dilu originally thought that whether it is [Liqiu] or [Vernal Equinox] today would have no effect on him.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

He raised his head slowly, moving slowly like a sloth, and glanced at the calendar neatly placed on the corner of the table. Under the date, the word [Liqiu] was written in small red pen.

autumn?The weather was so hot that even his head became sluggish. After thinking for a long time, Di Lu came up with the correct answer from a bunch of concepts such as "autumn crabs are fat and delicious" and "my bitter summer is finally over". .

Autumn is supposed to be a cool season.

It should be a good time when you don’t feel sweat and sweltering heat even if you go outside, instead of the season when you stay indoors without daring to move, and try to hypnotize yourself to "calm and cool naturally".

——The reason for this pain is that the air conditioner in the office of the chief of Mafia at the port is broken.

The assassination against Osamu Dazai is like three meals a day, Dilu has long been used to it.As usual, when going to work in the morning, a killer who is good at hiding and disguise sneaked into the port of Mafia, and the routine assassination was routinely cleaned up, but this time it was different from usual, the killer did not kill Osamu Dazai, Instead, he turned off the air conditioner in the office.

In the dog days at the end of summer, there is no air conditioner to blow cold air, the office does not open the windows and uses heat-absorbing blackout curtains.

For the first time, Dilu agrees that protecting Mr. Dazai is a very serious mission that needs to be completed at all costs. What he wants to protect is all the property under the name of the port Maifa, including air-conditioned soft drinks in summer, kotatsu and hot pot in winter. Anyone who enters the port of Mafia with legitimate means will accept his severe sanctions!

Thinking so in his heart, Di Lu didn't dare to move at all. The chief's office without air conditioning is a large steamer, and he is just a steamed steamed bun.The sticky feeling after the sweat dried was very uncomfortable, Dilu slowly raised his lower eyelids, and looked at Osamu Dazai who was in the same steamer as him.

Osamu Dazai held a glass of Coke with seven or eight ice cubes in his hand.

The straw was gurgling into the bubbling brown liquid, Osamu Dazai leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, tapped lightly on the desk with one hand, and held a Coke in the other.

Coke, with ice, is an artifact to relieve the heat, which is the feeling of the beach in summer.

In front of him was a subordinate who was as sweaty as Dilu was reporting: "All the traitors have been cleaned up, and the internal purge has ended. Mr. Ozaki asked me to inform you that we are ready to contact the outside world."

"What changes in the outside world?" Osamu Dazai took a sip of Coke comfortably.

Dilu caught the tiny sound of ice cubes colliding.

"Yes." The subordinate looked like he was about to pass out from the heat, but he still reported dutifully, "The organization that was allied with the port Mafia during the former leader's time submitted a notice to Ozaki-sama this morning, hoping that we can send someone to re-sign the alliance with them."

Apart from the leader Osamu Dazai, there are only five cadres second only to the leader who can sign alliances with other organizations on behalf of Port Mafia.

Although it is said to be the top five, in fact, there are still many vacancies in this position.Today's cadres are actually only three people, Nakahara Chuya, who can't see anyone when he is so busy, Ozaki Koyo, who sits in the headquarters and handles internal affairs, and a super otaku who stays moldy in the basement.

Osamu Dazai did not speak, and his subordinates did not dare to make a sound.For a moment, the sound of straws and iced cola filled the chief's office.

He thought for a while: "Then I can only go there myself."

"It's about your safety, chief!" The subordinate was a little scared, but he dared to whisper, "The one in the basement..."

"I don't need you to question my decision."

When the clean glass collided with the table, his subordinates trembled in shock. Even though Osamu Dazai's tone was as gentle as if he was talking about family matters, he didn't dare to look up again.Feelings of fear spread to Dilu's side, causing him to raise his head slightly, trying to study whether his subordinates were sweating from the sweltering heat or the cold sweat from being frightened by Mr. Dazai.

The pitiful image of Osamu Dazai insisting on eating crayfish and then being beaten up by Chuya appeared in his head, Dilu shook his head, how could it be the latter.

When the subordinate left the office, the slight breeze brought by the closed door made him sober up, Di Lu finally came to the conclusion that the subordinate was probably just dizzy from the heat.

It's so hot, I really want to find Sister Hongye to turn on the air conditioner, but I have to stay here to protect Mr. Dazai.

Eyeballs were rolling, Di Lu glanced longingly at the door first, and then stared blankly at the leader who was lying on the chair and spread out into a salted fish. The salted fish raised his fin (hand) and waved: "It's so hot, when will the air conditioner be fixed..."

Osamu Dazai, who had no ice-cola, completely lost the dark temperament that frightened his subordinates so much that they didn't dare to breathe out. As soon as the door was closed, he returned to his original form. He lay on the table and flipped through the documents page by page. It is far from the fatigue of moving hands.

"After get off work in the afternoon." Dilu had called Ozaki Hongye a long time ago, and he was the one who most wanted to fix the air conditioner.

"Dilu is so miserable. I can still drink ice-cola to relieve the heat, but little Dilu has nothing. It's too miserable. Even I feel sorry for you." After getting along for a while, Osamu Dazai almost understood Dilu What is Lu's taste perception for some feelings and sentences? Gentleness is sweetness, malice is bitterness or spicy, but this does not include iced cola or ice cream.

In the same stuffy room, as long as someone is a little bit more miserable, the rest of the people will not feel how bad the situation is.Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue viciously, enduring the high temperature and speaking a long string of sentences.

Di Lu kept silent about the pot of hot red boiled beef just out of the pot.

Turning his fingers in disgust, he pushed the boiled beef far, far away.Dilu looked at Osamu Dazai with his calm eyes, his autumn pupils were stained and ruined, but even if it was like stagnant water, Osamu Dazai could see what he wanted to express.

The left eye says "stupid" and the right eye says "egg".

How can the leader of Port Mafia be an idiot!Osamu Dazai smiled dignifiedly, and secretly pulled the bandages tightly wrapped around his body, allowing air to fill all the space inside the bandages through the gaps.

In fact, even if he just sat without talking, he was dizzy from the heat, and his eyes flicked back and forth several times. Osamu Dazai pulled out the today's document with a "cut" and prepared to start his social animal career.

Just in order not to be affected by the heat, Osamu Dazai waved his hand and lazily dragged out the ending: "Dilu, go downstairs and bring me a glass of iced Coke, add more ice."

"Okay." Di Lu acted swiftly. He quickly called and borrowed someone from the operation team to help him watch Dazai Ji for 5 minutes. He didn't have the courage to be motionless as a clock before, and flew out happily with his thoughts.

There are really two worlds inside and outside the door.

Why does it have to be that the air conditioner in the chief's office is broken? Dilu flew all the way through the corridors and aisles in the air. A good habit of walking without legs and eating without hands.

He floated all the way to the cafeteria on the ground floor of the port Mafia, and after greeting the cafeteria staff, he ran to the back kitchen to take out a can of Coke that was chilled just right from the freezer.

It's so cold and comfortable, but unfortunately I can't drink it. What kind of emotional taste is the same as Coke...

Di Lu's eyes moved from the freezer to the soda can in his hand, revealing the grievance of wanting so much.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, which happens to be the rest time for the uncle in charge. A month's social animal life has made the leaders and cadres down to the bottom employees get used to the existence of Dilu.Perhaps it was because he looked young and lacking in imposing manner, the uncle in charge walked up to behind him with bold steps, and asked familiarly: "Drink if you want, what are you doing in a daze."

Di Lu turned around and explained: "The leader wants it." Not me.

The uncle said "oh", one is the leader and the other is the cook, especially for Dazai Osamu, a guy who doesn't want to come out of the office, the uncle who is in charge of the spoon has never seen each other a few times, and he doesn't have strange emotions like other employees Fluctuating, the uncle only remembered that the other party was a handsome young man who looked too young.

The strong and bloated body turned back to the purchasing room, and the uncle in charge said while searching, "Then I'll cut some lemons for you to take back. Isn't lemon cola very popular among young people recently?"

Di Lu tilted her head: "Lemon?"

"Yeah, the sour taste and aroma of lemon match well with iced cola, and it can also refresh you." After looking through several shelves but not finding any lemon, the uncle in charge rubbed his head, "But...the lemon seems to be gone, no Excuse me, I will ask the purchaser to buy more in the afternoon."

Lemon will make Coke taste better, and it can also refresh you. It seems to be very suitable for Mr. Dazai who often stays up late and works overtime.

Di Lu stayed where she was, thinking for a long time.

He looked at the iced cola in his hand, and thought about the spindle-shaped bright yellow shape of the lemon, which he seemed to have seen somewhere not long ago.

"It's okay," he blinked, "I know where to find lemons."

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