Big guys are my vests

Mori Ouwai sighed slightly from the bottom of his heart, and closed his eyelids slightly to block the mockery. 21ggd

He will definitely change this group of cadres completely in the future, not to mention the brainless one in front of him, other people who fish in troubled waters and put themselves above the organization, there is no need for them to exist.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Mori Ogai pushed the boat smoothly.

His eyes were full of malice, and he said, "For the victory of the port mafia, please send all the troops directly under the leader to—"

The thick carpet swallowed up the sound of leather shoes stepping on. The cadre went to Sen Ou outside, looked down at him, and examined his face and expression inch by inch.

The middle-aged man's eyes were a little at a loss, and his eyes flickered and couldn't help but shift, trying not to reveal his timidity.

A trace of contempt flashed in the cadre's eyes, and he asked in satisfaction: "Look for the heroic spirits and kill them."

The blatant actions of the port mafia undoubtedly added a spoonful of hot oil to the fire.

Now, even the organization that was standing still became restless.

Mori Ogai pondered to analyze the current situation, the port mafia joined the battle so quickly, who should be inside?

He searched through it and locked down a few suspects.

Mori Ogai was watched by someone, but he couldn't say he was doing his best. After all, he was just a little doctor from the beginning to the end.

He used the excuse to go back to Leibo Street to pick up things, but due to lack of manpower, the number of supervisors was reduced to one.

After opening the door, within a few weeks, a thin layer of dust had accumulated in the room.

Squeak, turned the chair with his back to him, and there was a handsome young man sitting impressively, with one hand resting on his chin, so gentle that it made your back feel chills.

"Good afternoon, Chief Mori." Tsukimi Ritsu made a gesture to welcome in, and the host and guest were reversed.

The sun shone behind Mori Ogai, casting a shadow on his backlit face.

The evil in his eyes was well hidden in the shadows, and he restrained himself obediently, not reaching the uninvited guest.

"Excuse me sir?"

Mori Ogai had heard about the existence of "Krollo", but he didn't expect that the other party would find him.

"Krollo Rushiru." Tsukimi Ritou was still sitting, not intending to stand up.

"Mr. Sen is very troubled. He obviously has the ability to control those idiots, but he has to be restrained."

Tsukimi Ritsu gradually withdrew his pretended gentleness, revealing his inner cold fangs.

He is similar to Mori Ogai, who is always in control and develops arrogance over time.

Whether it is the arrogance or arrogance of the superiors, for those who have brains but can't learn to think, they are naturally superior.

"Haha, sorry, sir, I don't quite understand what you are talking about." Mori Ogai said with a sneer, scratching the hair on the back of his head.

"Don't worry, Chief Mori, the eyeliner is temporarily removed." Tsukimi Ritsu sighed.

He got up and gently placed the medicine Mori Ogai wanted on the table, and there was a crisp sound from the bottom of the glass.

People who play tactics are not good at this point. They are unwilling to explain everything clearly. The sincerity is wrapped in eighteen layers of illusion before it is handed to you.

But right now, he is not interested in playing charades with the other party.

Because, Mori Ogai is at an absolute disadvantage.

"If you want to control the Mafia, how many years will it take according to the normal plan? Divorce, place chess pieces, and then deal with the waste of the incumbent one by one, and find a suitable diamond setting... Two years? Five years?"

"The mask is worn for a long time, just like rumors, if there are many people who believe it, the truth will not matter."

Tsukimi Rito walked towards him, and he clearly saw the illusion on Mori Ogai's face melt and drip.

One step away, "Kurolo" stretched out his forearm, brought a stream of air beside Mori Ogai's ear, and closed the door.

click.

The lock cylinder snaps right into place.

Completely block all possible prying eyes.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter, and they looked at each other with the same cold eyes.

Of course Mori Ogai knew what the rumors were, but which part was false?Heroic Spirit, Holy Grail, or wish?

His extremely calm eyes suddenly slowed down, embellished with a faint smile again.

"The principle of alchemy is equal exchange, and this law applies to everything.

There are many capable people who can teach the balance to tilt by themselves, but in the final analysis, what you get must be paid.

What would I have to pay to speed up the process? "

Mori Ogai said regretfully as if he was looking at a mischievous child.

Tsukimi Ritsu did not evade at all, his eyes flashed a strange light, "The orders of all the current cadres of the port mafia."

Mori Ogai's red pupils were shining brightly, but his eyes were like poisonous snakes, cold and greasy.

He chuckled lightly.

Put other people's things under one's own name, and put them on the balance of exchange, which is called "equivalent exchange".

This is also a method they know well.

"One more question." Mori Ogai took out two bottles of water from the power-off mini-refrigerator and handed him one.

"Why did you choose you?" Tsukimi Risu raised an eyebrow.

Mori Ogai nodded, picked up the small bottle of medicine standing on the table and put it in his pocket, "Choose either side, the situation is easier than mine."

"Because I don't cooperate with mediocrity." Tsukimi Ritsu replied bluntly.

A gleam of joy flashed across Mori Ogai's eyes when he heard this.

I'm afraid it's just one aspect of not cooperating with a fool. He has something the other party wants in him.

Mori Ogai, who is well versed in it, did not point it out.

In the game, he may be temporarily at a disadvantage, but he never thinks that he will lose.

"What's the matter with the heroic spirit?" Mori Ogai asked.

Seeing the unsurprised expression of the black-haired man, as he expected, this matter was really arranged by the other party.

"Heroic spirits came to this world through summoning, and a single stay does not exceed 24 hours at most, and will not have a fundamental impact on Yokohama."

Hearing the answer, Mori Ogai thought about it carefully. Their cooperation is like a catalyst. Why would he refuse?

"The port mafia must win the final victory." Mori Ogai's words agreed.

"Is this your condition?"

Tsukimi Ritsu looked at him interestingly, obviously he was just a puppet leader now, did Mori Ogai put himself in the position of organizing slaves?

If you are really enlightened, then please obediently be the leader's slave in the future, since they all belong to the port mafia anyway.

"Yes." Mori Ogai looked at the time, "It's almost time to go back."

"See you tomorrow." Yuejian Risu pointed.

The two reached an initial basic cooperation intention, which can be discussed later.

Mori Ogai smirked, he expected the other party to come to the "leader" with an unknown identity.

//

Osamu Dazai stood on the roof of the port mafia, the wind leaked through his fingers, and he still wanted to go to the distance.

He felt agitation, agitation that didn't belong to him.

During the day, Yokohama was as noisy as ever on the surface, and deep-seated riots were brewing among the buildings.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he jumped back from the edge of the roof to the office where Mori Ogai was imprisoned on the top floor.

Pushing open the door, a familiar figure appeared from behind.

Subconsciously focusing on the iconic cross on his forehead, Osamu Dazai's iris-colored pupils constricted for a moment.

The flickering eyes quickly passed under the shadow of the hair, and then disappeared.

"Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai restrained his aura, and put on the look of a boy facing a stranger.

"Dazai, this is Mr. Kuroro, my new assistant. " Mori Ogai introduced with a smile.

As the leader, his assistant can't see it by himself, which is extremely ridiculous.

Everyone wanted the chance to control Mori Ogai, but in the end no one could beat anyone, so they simply chose an innocent priest who looked quiet and thin.

"Krollo"'s resume is undoubtedly very clean. The priest trained by the church adoption agency made a small mistake and was kicked out of the church. Instead, he applied for the logistics of the port mafia and was transferred to Mori Ogai's side.

Osamu Dazai snorted softly in his heart, and sent "Kurolo" over as an assistant, no matter the cadre or Mr. Mori, how dare you.

He walked towards Mori Ogai, his eyes flashed across "Krollo" for a moment.

In an instant, Dazai understood clearly.

The other party has a private deal with Mr. Mori, but his cooperation with the other party goes deeper.

Osamu Dazai obediently stood beside Mori Ogai with his hands behind his back.

Mori Ogai called him here just to test the other party, and "Krollo" is probably also testing his own attitude.

"Then, trouble Chief Mori to deal with these documents." Ritsu Tsukimi took out a thick stack of irrelevant documents and handed them to him.

The corner of Mori Ogai's mouth curled slightly. This guy knew that these documents were useless, but he acted so solemnly.

However, he glanced at the secretly installed monitor in the upper right corner, and he had to put on a show.

Osamu Dazai soon found an excuse to trouble Tsukimi Ritsu to take him away.

"The summoning of the Holy Grail is related to the heroic spirit?"

As soon as he left the surveillance range, Dazai Osamu immediately let go of Tsukimi Riko's hand, his fingers curled up uncontrollably, and wiped off the remaining warmth on the suit jacket.

He didn't ask if the Holy Grail existed, because no matter what the truth, the guy would never tell himself.

It's better to stick to your own judgment and ask for some real information.

Facing the immature Dazai Osamu, Tsukimi Ritou felt much more relaxed.

He blinked, there was no Holy Grail at all, it was just something that could not be summoned.

He knows very well that acting is a complete set, and only by deceiving himself can he deceive others.

So Tsukimi Ritsu added the settings.

"The heroic spirit is the projection of another world in this world."

This sentence is true. After he supplemented the logic chain of heroic spirit summoning, the system followed suit and adjusted the way the summoned person descended.

"After the heroic spirit is killed, the energy flows into the Holy Grail; if the heroic spirit cannot be killed, the energy missing from the Holy Grail can only be made up by people with supernatural abilities."

There are not many people in the world of hunters who are easy to provoke, let alone kill.

Going around and around, everything returns to the teachings of the Templar Church-cleaning heresy.

"Kill heroic spirits and people with supernatural powers?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyes.

Complementing the "Holy Grail" with the life energy of others to fulfill a wish of the winner...

He twitched the corners of his mouth, this didn't look like a serious Holy Grail.

"The two ends of the scale have to be dynamically balanced." So the energy that's been drawn has to come back from somewhere.

Yuejian Risu said lightly.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin with his fingers, indeed, there is no free lunch in the world.

"What about the price of summoning the heroic spirit?"

"The price of the heroic spirit is paid by another world." His calm tone could not hide his indifference.

"Ha!" Osamu Dazai sneered, he was still egoistic after all.

After all, there are very few things that do not require payment like books. Besides, no one knows whether the past users have lost anything.

If not, has the world really been rewritten into his ideal?

In this regard, I am afraid that the leader who is sleeping in Osamu Dazai's body has the most say.

There is no law of both ends in the world, and the gift of fate has already been marked with a price.

"Who is the one who summoned the heroic spirit?" Osamu Dazai asked the key.

Without seeing the appearance of the heroic spirit with their own eyes, no one can admit the story of the Arabian Nights.

"It's me." Tsukimi Risu stretched out his right hand, and the thief's ultimate intention lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Osamu Dazai's face darkened for a moment.

The initiative was completely taken away by one person, and Mr. Mori and himself became gamblers from conspirator.

One hand firmly pressed Dazai Osamu's thin shoulder, warning and comforting.

"Krollo" bent over, black hair hanging by Dazai Osamu's ears, intertwined with slightly curly hair.

Pressing his fingers on his lips, he said softly: "A secret, the summoning of heroic spirits is limited to three times. Dazai-kun is the second person to know it."