what does the leader taste like today

Gin is a person who is particularly sensitive to the situation.

The impact of the ground subsidence continues, and the shaking puts the small second-floor staff dormitory at risk of collapsing at any time. In addition, Osamu Dazai does not know whether there is a back-up, and the seemingly less threatening but particularly capable Even skill and gin can't kill Osamu Dazai for a while.

Or go for the best policy.

The man gave Osamu Dazai a bitter look, turned his head and jumped out of the window, his movements were nimble and quick.When Osamu Dazai straightened his crumpled collar and stretched his head to look outside, he couldn't find Gin anymore.

He whistled softly in an unintelligible way.

Without regret or elation, Osamu Dazai left the bedroom normally.The rumbling sound from the outside continued, shaking the room into dust, but Osamu Dazai didn't seem to see the danger of the house collapsing. Walking through the corridor, he hummed a little song, opened the door, and slowly left the crumbling building. building.

Around the edge of the deep hole in the ground, he went to the shade and sat on a stone bench.The chill of early spring subsided gradually, and the sun warmed up, chopped finely by the leaves, and fell on Osamu Dazai's shoulders.The fire was more prosperous than daylight, and I don't know where the fire started. Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets boredly, stretched his legs lazily, watching the flames licking the house that he walked out of before.

"Mr. Dazai, I've been waiting for a long time."

When Di Lu flew over, he saw the fire in Dazai's eyes. He landed in front of Dazai curiously, leaned forward, and filled Dazai's sight.

He tilted his head: "What are you looking at?"

"The beauty of the moment." Dazai Osamu smiled, "Maybe the purpose of the Black Organization to build the laboratory here is to let me see this disaster. My long-term hard work was wasted in an instant, just like fireworks. Passing away is as impermanent as fate."

Fate and fireworks?Are you saying that the task of destroying the laboratory this time was predestined by fate?

What he said was mysterious and full of incomprehensible philosophical meanings. Dilu didn't understand the deep-seated metaphors, but it didn't affect his intuition: "But Mr. Dazai, didn't you arrange the motives of the black organization? If If it’s fireworks, you gave it to yourself, too.”

"Thinking of it this way, Mr. Dazai is really a very romantic person."

...It was the first time someone described him as romantic.Dazai paused and stared at him for a while.

"Pfft, Dilu is really an idiot." With a sneer, followed by a deliberately prolonged ending, Osamu Dazai lazily leaned back, "Have you got the data? Is it fun in the lab? Is there anyone left alive? "

"Well, it's all here." Di Lu took out a small hard drive, and he patiently answered every question from Osamu Dazai, "It's not fun, there should be someone alive."

"The organization in black seems to be doing human experiments. I passed by a room and found a few children inside, so I let them go."

"No wonder you kept me waiting for a while." Osamu Dazai complained, "Children? Shouldn't they all see you?"

Di Lu replied slowly: "Yes, so I just opened and closed their door, which may be regarded as a supernatural event. As for whether they left smoothly, then I don't know."

"It's really hypocritical." Osamu Dazai's tone was vague, as if he was discussing the irrelevant weather.

He didn't know the group of children, and he had to race against the clock to grab the data. Being able to help open the door was already a gesture of kindness, why should he care about their subsequent actions?

Dilu slowly thought about what Osamu Dazai meant by hypocrisy, but couldn't figure it out, then he could only explain dryly: "Because Mr. Dazai's order has priority."

"Which priority is my life or my order?"

"Mr. Dazai's life." Concluding without thinking, Dilu blinked, "There is nothing more important than Mr. Dazai's life. I will not let this happen."

The clouds in the sky are gradually thickening, dark clouds are piling up, and the haze covers the sun. It seems that there will be a heavy rain soon.As a result, the weather turned cooler, and Osamu Dazai rolled up his collar in an attempt to escape the cold wind.

The whisper was blown away by the wind as soon as she said it: "Di Lu is so selfish."

"What?" Di Lu didn't hear clearly.

Osamu Dazai jumped up from the stone bench, put his hands around his mouth, and aimed at Dilu's ear with the loudest voice: "I said, Dilu is so selfish! How can you only think of yourself! I really want to hug Death!"

"It's not selfish." Turning her head, Di Lu retorted.

He glared at Dazai Osamu angrily, with frustrated stars in his eyes, and raised his head in an attempt to assassinate the snickering boss with his eyes.Recently, he seemed to have grown a lot taller, so that he could clearly see the smile in Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes.

Di Lu put her hands on her hips angrily, and her tone was full of reason: "Mr. Dazai can't die. If you leave, then I can only die lonely."

"I will never let you die!"

Osamu Dazai made a face at him.

As if possessed by a playwright, Osamu Dazai suddenly held his forehead sadly: "Then what should I do now, I'm about to die without crab meat, Dilu think of a way."

"Let's go then! Let's go to Tokyo now and make it in time for dinner!"

Dilu walked around behind Dazai Osamu, put his hands on his not-so-thick back and pushed him forward vigorously.Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back his strength, so he could only stagger forward, and almost tripped over a small stone on the road.

They walked into the dense forest along the way they came, and their figures disappeared quickly.The fire behind them will soon be extinguished by the rain, and before the heavy rain comes, they can reach the ideal place to rest.

……

There was neither crab meat nor dinner as expected. In fact, it was already midnight when they arrived at the hot spring hotel they had booked earlier.

The reason is that when walking halfway, the voice in Di Lu's head started to ring again. This voice has not appeared for several days, and Di Lu thought it was really just her own hallucination, and it would never come out again.

Noisy voices buzzed in my ears, but this time it wasn't "Oda Tsukuru", nor did I repeat "Don't tell others".

"Adun adun adun adun..."

"Adun adun adun adun..."

The recurring names were like noises in the signal, and Dilu ignored them as usual. He poked his head out from the back seat of the vehicle expressionlessly: "Mr. Dazai, do you know 'Aton'?"

On the winding mountain road, Osamu Dazai slammed the steering wheel and threw a long death drift.He was very excited, the joy visible to the naked eye on his face, stepped on the brakes, and Osamu Dazai turned his head: "What?"

"I said, the name 'Aton', does Mr. Dazai know who it is?"

"Where did you know that?" Osamu Dazai seemed to want to roll his eyes, but finally held back, "Since you know, let's drop by and bring Aton back."

"Eh?"

Dilu hadn't realized what Osamu Dazai was saying, the next second, the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, the car was restarted, and rushed forward like an arrow leaving the string.

Osamu Dazai's driving skills are the same as himself, full of expectations of death, driving recklessly on roads with high incidence of accidents.If it hadn't been for the position of the leader of Mafia to delay him, Osamu Dazai might have achieved good results in driving an F1 car.

It was dangerous and almost ran out of the guardrail. If it was Nakahara Naka, maybe he would have started yelling, no, Nakaya would not have let Osamu Dazai take the steering wheel in the first place.Di Lu thought coolly, he dozed off in the back seat, and yawned with his mouth wide open, by the way he controlled himself not to bite his tongue off due to the sudden collision or brake.

He didn't think about why Osamu Dazai knew the name "Aton", and the road to the orphanage went smoothly as if Osamu Dazai had already calculated it.In short, they drove unimpeded all the way to their destination.Osamu Dazai led him into the overgrown yard, so familiar that he could find his way even with his eyes closed.

The director of the orphanage is also very familiar with him, and the port Mafia was also discussed during the conversation.

The dean with black hair and very sloppy clothes has the same color eyes as Dilu. He opened his eyes slightly when he saw Dilu, and then smiled: "Oh, it seems that the port Mafia has developed well under Dazai-kun's hands. Well, there are a lot of talents."

"The head of the orphanage doesn't care about these things," Osamu Dazai said with disinterest all over his body, he didn't want to talk to the head, and waved his hand, "I take care of Mafia very well, you can be your child at ease Nanny, Atsushi Nakajima, I'll take it away."

The dean smiled and waved to them, completed the formalities extremely efficiently, handed over a white-haired child to Osamu Dazai, and watched them leave the orphanage.

"So this is Arden."

The annoying voice stopped, which made Di Lu feel a little more relaxed. At this moment, he and Osamu Dazai walked side by side, looking back curiously.

Atsushi Nakajima was a child who looked silent and lonely. He followed behind them without saying a word, watched them get into the car, and watched calmly and indifferently as one got into the driver's seat and the other got into the back seat.

He stood motionless.

Di Lu observed him for a while, then turned to Osamu Dazai and said, "Mr. Dazai, Aden said he was embarrassed."

Although Nakajima Atsushi looks difficult to get along with, but his feelings are quite straightforward, in front of Dilu, he is as naked as a chestnut peeled off its prickly shell.

"No, no." Suddenly being called out by Di Lu, Atsushi Nakajima was visibly flustered, and no one listened to his stumbling explanation.

Because Di Lu turned his head and thought he understood Osamu Dazai's emotions, through the car door, he said nonsense in a serious manner: "Aton, Mr. Dazai said, if you are embarrassed, you have to be responsible for making the bed, cooking, cleaning, and helping me. Get the dormitory tidied up."

"I didn't say anything like that." Osamu Dazai reached out from the front seat and tapped Diru's head, and then rolled down the car window, "Aton, get in the car, from today you are a member of Mafia at the port."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Dazai!" Indifference is just a false appearance, Atsushi Nakajima flushed with excitement, he looked at Osamu Dazai gratefully, then immediately lowered his head, obediently got into the car, and sat in the seat Lu's side.

Dilu was very upset. When the car started, he looked at Atsushi Nakajima suspiciously: "Aton, Mr. Dazai and I came to pick you up together. Why do you only listen to Mr. Dazai and not me."

"Because I am the only leader." Osamu Dazai answered leisurely.

It turned out to be the case.

Atsushi Nakajima was so shy that he didn't dare to lift his head, he stumbled and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Dazai! Mr. Diro, Mr. Diro is also very grateful!"

"It's the first time someone calls me Mr. It's amazing." Di Lu tilted her head and said with emotion.

While Atsushi Nakajima wasn't paying attention, Dilu secretly observed his appearance and emotions. He was agitated and nervous, and kept a motionless posture. He was embarrassed by Dilu's observation but did not dodge.

Similar to himself with white hair, purple eyes and fair complexion, except that he is a little taller than himself, Dilu found that Atsushi Nakajima looks somewhat similar to him.

You won't be brothers with me, but A-Dun looks like a pure human?Di Lu was still secretly struggling in his heart. The scrutiny he thought he was concealed was actually quite open and aboveboard. Even Osamu Dazai in the front seat could see it clearly in the rearview mirror.

How could a human be related to a non-human.

He didn't even want to correct Di Lu's wrong thinking, so he lazily reminded: "Sit tight, we're leaving."

Late reminder.

The rushing car galloped wildly like a runaway wild horse, accompanied by Osamu Dazai's heart-pounding laughter, circling on the wilderness road for a long time.

Normal people would never be able to stand his driving. Dilu watched Atsushi Nakajima sympathetically as his face turned livid and gradually pale, and finally looked like a poor puppy who was about to vomit but dared not speak out.

Another slam on the brakes, Di Lu followed the car and leaned forward suddenly. He watched Atsushi Nakajima finally couldn't help but vomit, and finally figured it out.

This kind of weak chicken can't even sit in Mr. Dazai's car, how could it be his kind!

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The author has something to say:

Speaking of adding more, I really want to add more... Fight for it on the weekend?But no guarantee!Six o'clock in the afternoon if you have one.

I really want to fast-forward to the mantra, I even tagged the mantra now!

The dean is Mr. Mori.

If it wasn't for the reader's reminder, I wouldn't have noticed that Dun Dun looks a bit like Di Lu, good guy, brother from the previous life!