what does the leader taste like today

"What is this? What did you bring in!"

The pungent herbal smell pervades the room, provoking the nerves and stimulating the nerve endings to jump.The pen he was holding was thrown away by him, and he folded his hands and covered his nose with both body and mind. While shouting, Osamu Dazai used his hands to stop Dilu from placing a washbasin-sized bowl on the desk.

His skill was not enough for Di Lu's eyes, and he easily suppressed it with his elbows.The bowl was placed on the table in a non-heavy manner, and inside it was filled with dark and sticky juice that could be called cooking, exuding a refreshing and indescribable smell, the juice was thick, and it was difficult to shake it and spill it under collision.

"Di Lu, why did you bring this thing in?"

"Mr. Dazai, this is your dinner." Di Lu pushed the bowl forward and said word by word.

"Is this rice! Are you trying to poison me to death? Although I really want to commit suicide, I don't want to eat this kind of dark food and die! I don't want to die so ugly."

"Di Lu, you want to murder me. Do you know what crime is to assassinate the leader? It is a more serious crime than betraying Mafia, the port. It will be filled with cement and thrown into the sea."

"Take it away, take it away." Osamu Dazai resisted very much.

It's just a meal, does it need to rise to this level?Di Lu didn't quite understand, and chose to ignore the pungent smell of the things she sent and the dark surface that looked hostile at first glance.

"I don't want to kill you, Mr. Dazai." He explained solemnly, "It's not poisonous, I've tasted it."

"But I don't want to eat it!"

"No." Ogiro slowly pushed the bowl in front of Dazai Osamu. He recalled Ozaki Koyo's words uncertainly, and after he clearly refused, he walked behind Dazai Osamu and prepared to take tough measures.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Although the original meaning of this sentence is to use the same method to fight back against the enemy, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it here.

Although Osamu Dazai contacted the black organization to destroy the holiday in private, although he said it was for Dilu's benefit, Dilu was still a little unhappy.Too strong a way of giving is not really good to him, and this is exactly the idea instilled by Ozaki Momiji.

She said that Osamu Dazai is a person who does not know how to give or receive kindness, so he will hurt those around him.

But this is only Sister Hongye's personal understanding, Dilu vaguely feels that she is right, and this is the reason why she can't cheer up recently.In order to confirm this statement, he also asked all the people familiar with Mafia at the port.

Everyone's conclusions are consistent with Hongye sister's, which proves that Hongye sister's statement is definitely correct, and Dazai Osamu's tough and unreasonable behavior of getting along needs to be paid back in the same way.

"Mr. Dazai, you haven't slept for a long time, and you don't eat well. Even if you eat, you will eat junk food with heavy oil and salt, which will wear down your body." The white-haired boy said seriously, reaching out to grab Dazai's wrist .

At the moment of contact, the disqualification in the world suppressed the manipulation of mind power, but it doesn't matter, but Dazai Osamu is not his opponent in terms of physique and physical skills.He spread his legs apart, straddled Osamu Dazai, and held up the bowl to pour it into his mouth.

"I don't want to eat, let me go!"

"Sister Hongye said that you did not participate in the physical examination organized by Mafia several times. This is not acceptable. The body is your own and needs to be taken care of."

"Wait a minute! You wait first!" Osamu Dazai tightly covered his mouth.

His hands seemed to be on his mouth. In order not to hurt him, Dilu couldn't do anything about him for a while, so he stopped. He sat on Dazai Osamu's lap, tilted his head and asked him what's wrong with his eyes.

"Why is Sister Hongye involved too!" After speaking the whole sentence extremely quickly, Dazai Osamu covered his mouth tightly again, trying to kill Dilu with his eyes.

A dark, thick, frightening pressure hovered in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

However, Dilu couldn't understand the maliciousness hidden in it. If he had to express his feelings, he would probably only get a slightly spicy evaluation in the literal sense.

"Not only Miss Hongye, I also asked Verlaine, Chuya, Kajii Keijiro..."

Osamu Dazai's face became more and more ugly, but Dilu didn't realize it, and continued talking on his own.

"The secret recipe of the medicinal diet was provided by Sister Hongye, and it is said to come from Sister Biyangqi, an ally of Peng Gelie."

"The ingredients were found by Chuya, and the cooking place was provided by Kijiro Kajii. If I blow up the kitchen, Verlaine has been watching from the side."

He paused, seemingly hesitant: "I let the prisoner under Hongye's guard taste it, it's not poisonous, it's not fatal, it's good for your health."

Listen, is this a human language?Why are you still using prisoners for experiments?Let him eat such a dangerous thing!He is the leader, so he doesn't want to eat it!

Osamu Dazai's face turned blue and red, becoming more and more distorted.If you get closer, you can still hear the sound of him biting the name that appeared in the conversation just now.Di Lu felt that he had explained almost the same, so he continued with the unfinished action just now.

"I don't drink! Dilu, if you continue to feed me Gulu Gulu, you won't appear in Mafia port tomorrow Gulu Gulu..."

"It's okay, Chuya said that I can join his subordinates."

It's too difficult to communicate with little monsters who don't understand people's hearts!Osamu Dazai, who was forced to drink the unknown liquid, coughed bitterly. He had reason to believe that Dilu was definitely taking revenge on him, it must be!

The effect of the medicinal diet was taking effect, the ceiling began to rotate, Dazai Osamu was dizzy, he spread his buttocks on the chair, and encouraged him to support his forehead with his hands to prevent him from falling down.

Eyelids are so heavy.

"By the way," Dilu shook the empty bowl, and satisfactorily concluded that Mr. Dazai drank all the medicinal food, "I put the medicine to soothe the nerves. Mr. Dazai, please rest well. Chuya and Hongye sister said that they will help you deal with it. documents and work."

He looked up and saw that Osamu Dazai seemed to be completely asleep, with half of his body leaning on the chair.When he was asleep, he was not as energetic or imposing as when he was awake, his eyes were black and white, and what appeared on his fair to bluish face was fragile and fragile.

Only the sleeping Osamu Dazai will be found out that he is just a young man.

Cadres' offices all have suites, and so do chiefs' offices.Helping Osamu Dazai to the small bed in the inner room, Dilu waved his hand, and a small warm woolen blanket was put on him. He sneaked up to him, and while observing Osamu Dazai's sleeping face, he muttered in a low voice: "Mr. Dazai also knows the feeling of being forcibly accepted. Now we are even."

"So many people care about you, Mr. Dazai, you have to learn to accept it."

After making sure that the other party was asleep, she quietly exited the chief's office, and Di Lu was going to return the washbasin-sized sea bowl to the kitchen.He didn't notice the movement of Osamu Dazai in the suite.

Osamu Dazai let out a series of voices, it was unclear whether he was awake or talking in his sleep: "Okay, I will forgive you this time."

He whimpered and turned over, this time the leader really fell into a deep sleep.

……

Osamu Dazai woke up and found that from this day on, his dinner has become the same sticky dark dish without sleeping pills.

Although the medicated diet is a real medicated diet, and the ingredients selected are all high-quality, Osamu Dazai doesn't know whether it should be said to be effective. After all, the body is getting stronger and stronger, but the mind has been seriously injured.

This medicine is really unpalatable!It was so unpalatable that it was a torment.He wouldn't eat it if it wasn't for Di Lu insisting on pouring it into his mouth every time!

No matter how good the effect of strengthening the body is, I will not eat it!

Osamu Dazai frowned and grimaced. Dilu brought another bubbling dark dish. He pushed away the unfinished documents and let the normal-sized white porcelain bowl occupy the entire area.

No matter how many times you watch it, you will never get used to the taste. Osamu Dazai sighed, with a nasal voice in his nasal cavity: "Can I not eat it?"

"No."

"I knew it." Having said that, Osamu Dazai still had no appetite, he stirred the spoon in the bowl slowly, looked up at Dilu who was exceptionally silent today, "Are you sleepy?"

If you're sleepy, go to sleep, don't stare at me for dinner!

Di Lu didn't know Dazai Osamu's inner thoughts. At this moment, his eyelids could not be opened, only a gap was vaguely exposed: "Go to sleep after Mr. Dazai finishes eating."

Yesterday Mafia's front desk lady gave him a book titled "The Secret of Popularity-Teaching You How to Make Friends".

Why did you give him this book?Di Lu has a question mark on his face, he is not unpopular, and he has many friends.

But the lady at the front desk smiled sweetly, her heart was as sweet as her smiling face, and Di Lu accepted the book in a daze.Originally, he just planned to read it before going to bed, but he didn't expect this book, which he thought must be a slow-selling product, to make him addicted. By the time he recovered, a day had passed.

Dilu, who was exhausted from staying up all night, passed today, as long as he stares at Mr. Dazai after eating, he can go to rest for a while.

But Osamu Dazai is like the pickiest child.

"Go to bed quickly, I will eat honestly. Dilu, your body is important, you told me that." Osamu Dazai smiled considerately with the light words.

Dilu knew that he was not a considerate and gentle character: "I don't believe it. Last time Mr. Dazai said that I don't need to watch him, but he flushed all the food down the toilet while I wasn't paying attention."

"I will definitely keep an eye on you, Dazai-san, don't try to run away."

Osamu Dazai started to squirt, thinking he could delay for a while, pointing to the bowl that didn't emit any heat: "It's too hot, I'll burn my tongue if I eat it now, I'll eat it later."

Okay.

The small stool was brought over, and Dilu sat beside Osamu Dazai to watch him process the documents.He has experienced the heavy eyelids, and he needs to support them with his hands to barely keep them open.

Even if she was physically refreshed, she couldn't stay awake. Di Lu became confused after a while, and her head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Soon he would be on his head on the ground.

Osamu Dazai is easy to be assassinated. Recently, the port of Mafia has been expanding at a faster rate, and its sphere of influence has begun to expand to Kansai and the sea.There are many people who want to kill him, and there are many people who use unscrupulous methods.

After the Black Organization retreated from Kanto, the frequency of group assassination of Osamu Dazai seems to have decreased, but there has been a resurgence recently.

This is also the reason why the chief's office is undergoing an equipment upgrade.

The curtains were half-rolled at some point, and the pitch-black interior matched the night.The sniper on the roof in the distance aimed at Osamu Dazai's chest. This was the last chance to snipe and assassinate Osamu Dazai from a high place before the equipment was upgraded.

The unknown killer pulls the trigger.

"Mr. Dazai, I am not asleep!"

Di Lu, who was about to fall over, woke up and grabbed the bullet reflexively, his body reaction was greater than his consciousness, and he grabbed the bullet directly with his hands.

The sniper bullet knocked off half of his arm.The pain made Dilu wake up, and now he was fully awake, and he used his thoughts to control the bullet and throw it back on the original track.Judging by the speed, the strength is not lower than when it came, the killer can only wish for luck.

Osamu Dazai is used to this kind of life, he didn't raise his eyes: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it will grow back tomorrow." Di Lu also got used to it, shook his hand, and the bleeding stopped.It is commonplace to help Dazai Zhi block the knife, and he will not die anyway.

"Eat quickly, Mr. Dazai, I'm awake, why haven't you eaten yet?" More important than assassination is why Dazai Osamu hasn't eaten yet, Dilu frowned, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, no need." Dazai Osamu repeatedly said no.

The medicinal food was bitter and pungent, and stared at with undisguised eyes, even Dazai Osamu couldn't be so cheeky as to refuse to eat it, especially when Di Lu was still about to move.

Only took one bite.

Pooh!Still can't eat it at all.

Osamu Dazai's facial features were all wrinkled, and he put down the bowl unbearably: "It's so unpalatable, Dilu, if you want me to eat such unpalatable food, it's better to let me die, and then let me take it easy."

"I'll find someone to clean up here first." Osamu Dazai pointed to the shards of glass on the ground, "Even if your wound can be healed, don't delay, you go to the suite to deal with it first."

Pour the medicine while you are away!Osamu Dazai tried his best to squeeze out the emotion that he would be obedient and obedient, and smiled meekly at Diru.Because of the recipe, Dilu can smell the general emotion, but can't subdivide it. If it is paired with a brain with a high IQ, it can be regarded as half a mind reading skill, but unfortunately, the reality is that there is no such thing.

If it was normal, Dilu would definitely stare at Osamu Dazai before leaving, but this time he still needs to treat the wound as soon as possible.

"Really?"

"Oh really."

"Alright then, I trust Mr. Dazai."

The back of the chief's office is where Osamu Dazai fell asleep last time.

There is a simple camp bed and a thigh-high mini refrigerator, but there is nothing else, and there are very few traces of life.

The refrigerator was filled with half a box of bandages and half a box of medicines. Di Lu took out alcohol and poured it on the wound on her arm.

"Hiss—huh?"

The expected pain did not come, Dilu was stunned, blinked and looked at the instructions on the alcohol packaging repeatedly, hiragana, katakana, and Chinese characters were mixed together to form a rotating black mass, and the small black mass was inserted with wings, and it came from the bottle body. The package flew out and dangled in front of his eyes.

Is it the sequelae of staying up late?Di Lu thought about it uncertainly, stars appeared in front of his eyes, his head was as dull as a paste, he hugged his head with the only remaining hand.

"Bah."

He collapsed on the camp bed, sound asleep, unconscious.

In the room where no one else was around, Di Lu was quietly lying on the bed. His wounds were healed, scarred, and small granulation sprouts were visible to the naked eye. Maybe he would grow a complete arm soon.

So if you want to do anything to him, you have to take advantage of it now.

A piece of paper slowly crawled out from under the bed. It may not be appropriate to call it paper. This writing paper, which is a little bigger than the palm of your hand, looks more like it was neatly cut from some book. the word.

There seemed to be a lot of sundries piled up under the bed. It took a lot of effort for this page to get out of the sundries. It flew onto the bed and poked it with a corner—let’s call it the hand of this page. Poke the sleeping Dilu.

Good, didn't wake up.

The book page was very satisfied, it walked around Dilu, and finally stopped in front of the broken arm wound.This page of the book seemed to have its own thoughts, it paused, and finally made a decision, turning into white light and entering Dilu's body from the wound.

The room returned to the calm where nothing had happened.

The sleeping Di Lu didn't see that before getting into the wound, the side of the book facing him was blank, while the side facing away from him was filled with a person's name.

"Oda, Oda, Oda, Oda..."

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The author has something to say:

About 8000 more today.

Scratching my head, I still have a promise of 2000 words left, and it is very strange to write this chapter. If I don’t accept it, 2000 words will not be enough to write another chapter (mainly because I can’t finish it.

So tomorrow, let's make a fat chapter of more than 5000 words!

In fact, Dazai Osamu’s real thoughts: Dilu still has the bug I installed before, don’t I know what they are going to do?

Mr. Dazai actually knows what Ogiro and Momiji Chuya are doing!

If this is a game system text, Dilu should be able to hear a series of voices of her favorability increasing...

Conan will be explained in the next chapter!Let the time pass by!