what does the leader taste like today

Mr. Dazai is a very difficult person.

Dilu thought.

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. In just a few days as the leader's guard, Di Lu witnessed killers from all sides assassinate the leader of Mafia in fancy ways, three poisonings and one close-up assassination disguised as a secretary.

Another time, the killer tried to blow up the load-bearing walls of the entire police building. Once the load-bearing walls collapsed, the whole building might go to hell for everyone in the building.Fortunately, the killer was unlucky, and happened to meet Chuya Nakahara who was about to go on a business trip at the bottom of the building, and Chuya didn't even give him a chance to get close to the building.

You have increased your knowledge, maybe these methods can be included in the book "Self-cultivation of Killers".Dilu, who was learning how to be a bodyguard with Nakahara Nakaya, really felt that after so many assassinations, Mr. Dazai must have died so hard that death would not accept him.

The most important thing is that Osamu Dazai doesn't love himself.

"Mr. Dazai, eat." Di Lu lay on her small table, resting her chin with her hands, calling the leader who was sitting on a luxurious leather office chair.

"Dilu, you are my most loyal subordinate." Osamu Dazai tapped his fingers on the table without looking up, thinking about the future and expansion of the port Mafia.

He must be messing with me.

The tone was gentle but the amount of emotion was pitifully small, Dilu crumpled Dazai Osamu's words into sugar balls and threw them into his mouth.Smacking his lips, he jumped off his seat and walked forward to directly in front of the leader's desk.

"Mr. Dazai, eat." This time it was to remind Osamu Dazai himself.

"No." Osamu Dazai replied.

The time in the chief's office is not divided into ages, and it is difficult to distinguish the sunrise and sunset in a room without direct sunlight for 24 hours.Dilu looked at the time on the phone, it was already 20 pm, [-] hours had passed since Mr. Dazai had dinner last time.

His body is not made of steel and iron but a mortal womb. Even if he has special abilities that seem not so ordinary, he is just an ordinary human being who needs to be carefully cared for.Not eating well is equal to not caring for the body, not caring for the body is equal to the possibility of sudden death, and sudden death means that Di Lu will no longer be able to eat food that can be eaten.

This equation made him inexplicably terrified. Di Lu looked at various soft articles that have been popular on social platforms recently, such as "20 Health Common Senses You Must Know" and "Sudden Accidental Death of Youth, Because He Didn't Do It" The article made him feel that Osamu Dazai would be admitted to the hospital because of pancreatitis, gastritis and enteritis if he was hungry for another meal.

The situation is really worrying, Di Lu sighed.

Osamu Dazai is really an idiot who doesn't even know how to take care of himself, and he has to work hard to keep an eye on his three meals a day.

Suddenly a white head appeared on the desk, with a deadpan face repeating without being stunned: "Mr. Dazai, eat."

There was still a faint purple light in his eyes: "Mr. Dazai, eat."

"..."

"You are so annoying, Dilu." Osamu Dazai pushed Dilu's head away with a finger in disgust.

Disgusting, hot and sour taste.

He can never eat too much, and Dilu being pushed far away doesn't affect him eating Osamu Dazai's feelings like eating fish balls in a hot pot.

"I don't want to eat. It is said that when you are extremely hungry, you will have beautiful hallucinations. It is not bad to die with such hope!"

Osamu Dazai seemed to mean that he would rather starve to death than eat. Dilu thought for a while, how could there be people who don’t want to eat? To judge others by himself, he couldn’t even accept a hungry meal, but Mr. Dazai would actually think To starve to death is so incomprehensible.

He kept staring at Osamu Dazai, his pupils were dull.Di Lu looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned around and flew back to her seat, turned on the computer, searched for pictures and printed the photos in one go.

An enlarged and prominent photo of the starving ghost was manipulated by the power of thought, and landed on Osamu Dazai's desk.

Blue and white fangs, skinny, protruding eyes, showing a miserable death in 360 degrees without dead ends.

There was Di Lu's sad voice beside his ears: "Mr. Dazai, it's time to eat."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

What kind of hatred, what kind of grievance, the corpse in the picture looks hideous, it is probably a photo found from some criminal investigation file, the cool blue color makes it even more disgusting, it is almost to the extent that a child would have a nightmare after seeing it.

If he could choose how to die, Osamu Dazai, who is not a child, would not want to become like this.

The voice of Di Lu reading the archives according to the script: "The corpses that died of starvation will be completely dried out due to dehydration, and become mummies. , the death process was extremely tragic. 【Note 1】”

"Okay, okay, stop reading." Osamu Dazai waved his hand annoyed.

This kind of persuasion method is really quite hardcore, Osamu Dazai reluctantly swallowed what he said that he wanted to starve to death.Food, eating, after all, after 20 hours, my internal organs are crying out for hunger.

But it's not his style to just compromise like this. Osamu Dazai who went to eat honestly seems to have lost to Ogiro.He was sure that Di Lu's mind was as empty as it looked, and even if he compromised, he would still maintain the same dull and gloomy expression as now.

That's what makes Osamu Dazai unhappy, making him the only one who cares about it.

Unwilling to bow his head easily, Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, decided to find something for Dilu to do, and tossed him: "I don't want to eat the food in the cafeteria, so Dilu went outside to buy it for me, and I want the high-end crab meat dish from Shinbashiya. "

"—Sister Hongye, Mr. Dazai wants to eat the high-quality crab meat dish of Shinbashiya, can someone buy him a copy?"

Almost at the same time the order was issued, Ogiro got on the phone with Ozaki Koyo, and handed over the task assigned to him by Dazai Osamu to someone else.I don't know who I learned from. Di Lu has been very proficient at playing Yang Fengyin Yin recently. Now she doesn't even have "Yin Violation".

"Dilu, what I said is that you should go and buy it for me yourself, you can't ask others to do it for you." Osamu Dazai emphasized.

Dilu has no expression on his face, his eyes are calm, like a cold pool in the dark: "No one is staring at you, Mr. Dazai will die again," tilting his head, he added another sentence, "Or someone else is desperately trying to assassinate Mr. Dazai."

In short, it is very dangerous, he will not leave Dazai Osamu's side, the guard work is very good, the kind that is so stubborn that the donkey can't pull back.

But how could such a single-minded person be Dazai Osamu's opponent.

"There are so many people in Port Mafia, I don't need you as a guard." Osamu Dazai didn't take the assassination matter to heart at all, trying to overwhelm others with evil intentions, "The most important thing now is that the leader is hungry and wants to eat ! Didn’t you even listen to the leader’s orders?”

Osamu Dazai casually threatened: "Anyone who disobeys the leader will be regarded as a traitor by the port Mafia, Dilu, what if you are kicked out of the port Mafia, there is no food to eat, you will starve to death, tsk tsk, you really think so It's so pathetic."

Di Lu could only hear a few key words in the long list of words.Driven out of the port of Mafia, wandering on the streets and finally starving to death, no matter how you think about it, it is a tragic ending.But Osamu Dazai who doesn’t eat will die, and Osamu Dazai who is assassinated will also die. The dead Mr. Dazai cannot provide food for Dilu, and in the end it is the same future as the previous option.

In a blink of an eye, Di Lu fell into a dilemma. Di Lu thought for a long time, her eyes were heavy and unfocused, and she casually landed on the ground covered with black tiles.

There is always a way to have the best of both worlds...

After thinking for a long time, Dilu slowly shifted his gaze to Osamu Dazai: "Then, is a part of my body also myself?"

Ozaki Hongye obviously didn't know that these two people were muttering and arguing endlessly. Not long after answering the phone, he sent his subordinates to meet the leader upstairs, and was going to hear what the leader had to say about the food in the cafeteria today. He insisted on arguing to eat crab meat dishes.

Those who can work directly under the cadres are not ordinary people. The man sent by Koyo Ozaki is called Ono. He is a newcomer in the intelligence department. He is in charge of intelligence collection.

The person in charge of intelligence processing can keep his face unchanged even in the face of a crisis situation, so when Ono opened the door, he didn't respond to Ogiro's words, "Parts of my body and my abilities are also myself."

After Xiao Ye entered the door and called out to the leader, he consciously stayed in the corner as a background board.

Osamu Dazai and Dilu are still chattering.

First of all, the gentleman is very curious about how to use the guard's ability, and has no idea of ​​the problem he gave.He put his feet on the corner of the table, reclined on the chair, and said lazily: "But Dilu can only control things in sight, and Xinqiao House is far away from here. If you can find a way I can barely approve of using my mind to make crab meat dishes."

"Understood." Di Lu responded slowly.

With permission, Dilu walks to Ono with her hands behind her back.Ono has a burly body, and even in Mafia, a port full of talents, he is one of the tallest. The first impression makes it hard to think that this man is actually a nerd who doesn't like sports and squats in front of the computer every day to process and analyze data.

Dilu hadn't reached Ono's chest, and even when she raised her head, she felt some neck pain.In order to take care of the seemingly immature chief guard, Ono bent over and leaned forward, ready to listen to what he had to say.

Dilu was very serious: "Sir, just imagine yourself as Mario eating mushrooms."

What the hell?

Before Ono had time to digest the specific information of this sentence, he saw Di Lu raised his hand and slammed into the socket of his right eye, and he pulled out an eyeball that was still connected to the nerve.

The fingers were gently cut off, and the nerves and blood vessels were retracted into the eye sockets as if nothing had happened. There was no blood or pain.Di Lu blinked the hollow black hole, and put his eyeballs in the center of Ono's palm.The eyeball was still alive, and the round purple pupil was still looking at Ono.

"Please be careful with my eyes, go buy food, Mushroom Warrior."

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The author has something to say:

Dilu: Humanoid Super Mario

Dazai: My subordinate is really not human

Ono: ...what's the matter!

Note 1 is based on the materials I found from Zhihu, and then I made it up myself