what does the leader taste like today

"Don't use supernatural powers casually outside." Nakahara Chuya said earnestly.

In front of the Mafia building at the port, a red-haired cadre put his hands on Dilu's shoulders, and the pressure was transmitted to Dilu's shoulder bones through the black leather gloves.Dilu looked along his wrist all the way to his elbow and shoulder, and finally looked into Chuya's eyes in silence.

I just went to the amusement park to participate in a challenge, Chuya, so nagging.

"What do you mean by that look in your eyes?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly dissatisfied, and there were waves in his blue pupils.He raised his volume, raised his tone slightly, and his words were full of impatient concern, "I'm telling you something you should pay attention to, just listen carefully, don't cause any trouble... I don't know why that bastard Dazai would agree to put You let it out."

Dilu didn't say a word.

Zhong Yuan, who was in front of him, changed the topic, and started complaining about his unreliable boss again, only when he said something wrong did he realize it.Pulling the hat as if to cover up, his hands on Dilu's body became more and more forceful.

"Don't use your mind, don't just take off parts of your body."

"Oh." Di Lu responded.

"Travel like a normal person and don't tell people about your recipes. Do you have enough money?"

"enough."

"Call Verlaine for problems... tsk, don't go to him if you have any problems, just go back to Yokohama if you run into trouble, okay?" Nakahara said a lot with concern, "Tsk, Verlaine also has a lot of troubles. I said that you two can just stay in Mafia, the port. I don’t know what medicine Verlaine took wrongly, but he would agree to go to Tokyo with you.”

After rambling on a lot, Zhong Ye's mouth was dry. He stopped and looked up at the blond man who hadn't been out of the basement for a long time, but was willing to show up this time.

For some unknown reason, Verlaine was standing beside Di Lu at the moment. He was wearing a black round-brimmed top hat of the same style as Zhong, braided his long golden hair into a small braid and stuffed it into the hat, leaving only A few strands hang from the temples.

Compared to Di Lu, Verlaine appeared to be more fully armed.The blue color contact lenses of the same style in Nakaya covered his eyeballs, and the embellished makeup made his originally delicate and sharp outline blurred and rough.His face was covered with a black mask, he was wearing a suit jacket of a similar style to China, and he was holding a cane in his hand.

Apart from the similar height of 1.9 meters, his attire is not at all the Verlaine that Di Lu is familiar with.

Looking down at Nakahara Chuya from a high position, Verlaine seemed to show an almost imperceptible smile, and patted the top of Chuya's hat with his other hand that was not holding a cane.

"Don't slap me on the head!" Nakaya frowned at this moment, like a young lion with claws, he opened Verlaine's hand with a "slap", turned around awkwardly, and left, "Anyway, Verlaine, you can't expose You, Dilu, return immediately if you encounter danger."

After all, Zhong Yuan didn't listen to the two people's answers, turned around and went back to his job on the top floor, returning from the early morning sunlight outside to the artificial wall lamp indoors.

The time is still early, it takes 30 minutes to take the Shinkansen from Yokohama to Tokyo, and it takes an hour to take the tram from Tokyo Station to Mihuacho.It will be some time before the tropical park where I agreed to meet with an unknown netizen (Shinichi Kudo) will pass from Mihua Town.

Di Lu was led by Verlaine, carrying the flow of people along the river.The fireworks on the road aroused curiosity for a moment, and Di Lu looked around. This was the first time he had seen such a crowded crowd since he was conscious.

It doesn't make much sense to see too many people, Di Lu calmed down after a while, and he stayed quietly beside Weillun.While waiting for the tram, Di Lu tugged at the corner of Verlaine's clothes. He was much shorter than Verlaine, barely reaching his chest, and Verlaine had to lean slightly to hear what he was saying clearly amidst the noisy background.

"Zhongye said you have too many troubles," Di Lu said slowly, repeating Zhongye's words in his mind, and Zhongye said a lot before going out, which made it difficult for him to recall, "What do you mean? ?”

"Huh?" Verlaine gentlemanly led Di Lu into the tram car. In the narrow space, Verlaine lowered his eyelids, "Are you asking this?"

Verlaine thought for a while, he didn't expect Dilu to be curious about this.On weekdays, Dilu always gives people the impression of being silent and self-conscious, as if she has a small world of her own, and her connection with the outside world is erratic and unpredictable.

"It's just that I did some things that angered the government before," Verlaine said slowly, his language was full of vague and uncertain words, "If they find out, the result will be bad, die or be caught and sent back to France."

Hair fell from the brim of the hat and fell to the shoulders.Verlaine moved his hands and feet, and an unobtrusive wind tucked back his hair along his fingers.

"Part of the reason why I've been staying in Port Mafia."

"them?"

"The Supernatural Secret Service, or the military and police." Verlaine gave two answers elegantly, paused, and then added, "It's okay, don't worry, it's just a trip to the amusement park. Daily activities are difficult. met them."

"Oh." Di Lu said that she knew it.

The closer to Mihua Town, the more people on the tram, and even Dilu, who had always been paralyzed, showed a bit of impatience.He is small and easily overlooked, and before going out, he was ordered by Zhong Ye not to show any difference from ordinary people, which caused him to be squeezed around like a spinning top. If his white hair was not eye-catching enough, he would Don't know where to get squeezed.

Are all human vehicles so terrible?Di Lu looked at Verlaine dryly: "Can I skip the tram next time?"

"This time it's just for you to experience life."

Di Lu with a numb face was pulled out of the tram by Verlaine, and was led to the gate of the tropical paradise in a daze as if she had lost her soul.

Today is obviously a good weather, the autumn sun is not shining but it is warm enough, there are few clouds, and the grand sky revealed is an oil painting painted by Monet.An unknown netizen said that today is the first day of opening of Tropical Paradise, and the traffic flow is relatively large. In order to avoid bad connections, they made an appointment to meet in front of the small flower bed in front of the ticket office.

Di Lu's head was still a little dazed, he lowered his head and stood under the shade of the tree beside the small flower bed, counting the pebbles on the ground following the fine sunlight falling from the shadow of the leaves.

Counting stones is also very different fun, he squatted down, trying to count more clearly, the numbers in his mouth kept beating, from one to one hundred.Finally, when I counted to 1, I received a call from Kudo Shinichi.

Dilu pressed the answer button, and called out Kudo Shinichi's game name: "XXXX." The tone was monotonous, without even an honorific title or a suffix in ordinary language.

But this way of speaking that does not conform to the habits of Neon people did not make Kudo Shinichi feel uncomfortable, or he has long been used to it.Kudo Shinichi helplessly called him over the phone: "My name is Kudo Shinichi, don't call me by my game name!"

"Oh, Kudo."

"Is this the end? You should exchange names with me anyway." Kudo Shinichi complained, his voice became louder and louder. Listening carefully, Dilu found that the voice in the earpiece remained the same, it was his own voice Come from around me.

"Stand up—I see you!"

Standing up neatly and turning her head, Dilu immediately saw in the crowd the young man with a bright smile who looked about the same age as Mr. Dazai raised his mobile phone, smiled and waved to him, with a pure and clean demeanor.

Congratulations, after a two-hour long journey, several Internet addicts finally had their round.

It's just that the meeting situation is a little different from what I imagined.

Kudo Shinichi looked at Dilu who was a head shorter than him and whose cheeks looked tender enough to pinch water: "An adult social animal? Just like you? Which company illegally employs child labor?"

Similarly, Dilu blankly glanced back and forth between Kudo Shinichi and his female companion: "Do you still need to bring your own cheerleaders for the challenge now? It's a luxury."

The two also scolded each other in their hearts: This person must have a brain problem!

Probably the same thought is too easy to be noticed by the other party, but within a second, Kudo Shinichi and Dilu thought at the same time: This person must be scolding me in his heart!

The first moment of meeting was full of sparks. Kudo Shinichi and Dilu looked at each other, and their brain waves were strangely in tune at this moment.

The next challenge/real CS game, I must win!

At the same time, inside the Port Mafia office.

Without Dilu's constant stalking like a small animal, Dazai Osamu did not spread out the cat cake leisurely in front of the desk as he imagined. Instead, he pulled out the documents boringly and boredly, and dropped his sign.

Osamu Dazai is not a workaholic who only has documents in his heart, and being locked up in the port Mafia to be the leader honestly has another purpose.He is still just a young man, and he is annoyed by the endless documents, the dark room, and his subordinates who are always making trouble.

The irritable Osamu Dazai angrily pulled out the document that had just been signed, opened the bound plastic cover, pulled out a thin piece of paper inside, and skillfully folded it into a paper airplane, aiming at the door of the office with one eye Throw away.

It happened to hit Nakahara Chuya who pushed the door open.

...not exactly.

When the paper airplane was approaching Chuya Nakahara's eyebrows, it was caught by the gravity ability, and a tic-tac-toe appeared on the forehead of the cadre who was attacked for no reason. He took apart the document in twos and slapped it on Dazai Osamu's desk.

"Work honestly, don't touch fish!"

"It's too much to be in the middle, and now you are so rude to the leader, I want to—"

"No salary deductions, you shameless mackerel!"

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was in a state of exasperation, and suddenly couldn't think of teasing him.He yawned lazily, took the paper airplane apart, smoothed out the creases, and casually threw it on the table.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and regained his composure after a while: "Leader, it's time for us to set off. Peng Gelie's representative has already sent someone downstairs to pick him up."

He hesitated for a moment, and thought about speaking.

Slowly changing clothes, slowly putting on the red scarf that represents the identity of the leader, Osamu Dazai seemed to have known his subordinates' questions for a long time, and interrupted with foresight: "Dilu will be fine, I have already arranged it."

In just a few breaths, the youthful youthful spirit that belonged to Dazai Osamu completely faded away. He raised his head slowly, his eyes were full of darkness that couldn't be melted away, and the corner of his mouth was thrilling.

In addition to documents and pens, there was an inconspicuous small box on the table. Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, slammed the small box into his pocket, and called Nakahara Nakaya to follow him out of the chief's office, half a step behind.

And the document that was casually folded into a paper airplane and left unused was still quietly lying on the desk.

——Tropical Paradise Acquisition Agreement.

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The author has something to say:

What follows is a completely unreasonable, unfair and weird CS game (although I haven't figured out the plot yet

The female companion is Xiaolan.

The plot of the previous tutoring will not be written in detail, but Dazai will only mention it here.

I would like to ask for everyone's opinions, whether I want to see Joye Caiju, Ayatsuji Xingren or Sakaguchi Ango, if I have no preference, I will write it casually!

In the past two days, I will fix the bugs in the previous article, which will not affect the reading. Thank you for your valuable comments!