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【Annual inspection results】

Organization: Port Mafia

Status: failed

Reason: tax evasion

……

Yuejian Rihong reflected his cheeks, and looked at the screen quietly with light gray eyes. As an administrator, he logged on to the official annual inspection system to inquire about the results of the annual inspection of the port Mafia. A few lines of ordinary words stunned He saw a pleasing effect.

Mori Ogai had planned for so long that the opening permit would be gone, so he just had to hang a banner on the pumpkin cart, tie a loudspeaker, and travel around Yokohama three times, as a Positive examples of positive cases are disseminated to the general public.

Why not just hang the opening license on the pumpkin cart?As long as Mori Ogai can catch up, he will return it.

Forget it, it seems that I am too naive.

Although a good result was obtained very smoothly, Tsukimi Ri Hongying was not particularly happy, his mood was as calm as the dead sea, not much different from usual.

The moment he made this decision, things must be as he expected.

But what about being able to dominate the game as you please?

Even if he has already chosen to enter the game, the future is clearly visible, just like letting the person who wrote the script sit in the VIP seat to enjoy a purely plot-like movie. There is no fun at all, only the boredom of seeing no end.

And the past that cannot be changed is finally a foregone conclusion, fate has washed away the chess pieces like a tide, and he can't keep anything, he can only silently watch the incomplete chess game.

But in any case, this is exciting and good news, and Tsukimi Ri Hongying naturally shared it with Dazai Osamu immediately.

After hearing this, Osamu Dazai was surprised for a moment, and then quickly switched to the cheering mode. He happily said "Ah, ah, ah," and warmly invited the other party to go to the port Mafia headquarters to set up a barbecue grill to celebrate.

Their ideas coincided with each other, except that the location they chose was different.

But it is a pity that it is winter, and Tsukimi Rihongying expressed regret that she did not want to wear a woolen hat and scarf to grill skewers outdoors, so this wonderful idea had to be dismissed.

In the end, they unanimously proposed to go to Lupin for a drink, and the matter of meeting and celebrating was decided hastily.

A few days later, on Saturday, Tsukimi Ri Hongying checked the sealing of the doors and windows——

This habit has been engraved into his DNA since raising a cat. Just as he was about to step out of the house, a cat meowed in the house.

He turned his head and met a pair of resentful cat pupils.

I don't know if it's because he has a tenth level of cat language, or because he has developed paranoia from raising a cat, but he actually feels that Xiao Jian is accusing him of going out to play with other cats.

The kitten cursed (?) several times, seeing that it had finally attracted the owner's attention, but had no plans to pounce on it.

It twisted its buttocks, jumped out of the chair with a whoosh, and hid under the sofa, with a tail sticking out, looking silly.

"Xiao Jian?" Yuejian Li Hongying called out.

But he made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him, so he wagged his tail impatiently, and there was no other movement.

In Tsukimi, Hongying resorted to the full name calling method that children are most afraid of: "See you in Tsukinase, my brother is calling you."

The kitten wagged its tail again to show that it heard it, and then continued to lie motionless.

Hongying Yuejian was stunned, was he being cold and violent by a cat?

He walked to the sofa, lay down on the carpet, and saw the gray and white fluff under the sofa at a glance.

He tried to communicate with cats in human language, regardless of whether the other party could understand or not: "There are no other cats, I just went to find Mr. Dazai, he is not a cat."

The kitten didn't understand what the human being was muttering to him at all, so it rushed out from under the sofa, but Yue Jianli Hongying quickly grabbed the nape of his neck and hugged him into his arms.

He rubbed its head, then kissed its forehead: "Come back and give you cat sticks."

"Meow."

Although he couldn't understand what it meant, let's just assume it agreed.

After coaxing his own sister, Tsukimi Ri Hongying resolutely left the house reluctantly. He got on the JR and rushed from Shibuya to Yokohama. It was already night when he arrived at Lupin.

The kerosene lamp cast a dim light in the dark, illuminating the familiar signboard. He entered the store and walked down the stairs.

The black-haired young man I just met a while ago was sitting in front of the bar. He was carelessly playing with the glass containing the ice hockey. The moment he looked up, he bent a refreshing smile.

"It's so slow, Yuejian-kun."

Yuejian Li Hongying glanced at the time: "You came too early, I was already 5 minutes early."

He walked up to Dazai and sat down. In front of him was a glass of Negroni that Dazai had ordered for him in advance. The orange-red liquid was clear and transparent, and it was beautiful in the same color as the orange slices used for decoration.

Osamu Dazai smiled and asked, "Has it already taken effect?"

Any fool could guess that what he was asking about was the business license.

"Well, there is still a one-year cooling-off period for the annual inspection. Mr. Sen can only wait for the next year if he wants to declare again."

Osamu Dazai held his cheek with interest: "What reason did you use?"

Yuejian Li Hongying raised her glass and took a sip, the taste was bitter, but soon returned to sweetness, with a slightly sweet citrus flavor.

He put down the glass and said flatly, "Tax evasion."

"puff--"

Osamu Dazai laughed so hard that he almost lost his grip on the whiskey in his hand. He was lying on the table of the bar, his body trembling constantly, and even the liquid in the glass was shaken to the point of shaking: "Hahaha!! True or false The reason? That’s the port of Mafia!”

Yuejian Li Hongying said calmly: "Really."

"Ah! Damn it! My curiosity was aroused all of a sudden! I really want to see Mr. Mori's expression when he knows this!"

Osamu Dazai put on a grieved expression, but the one who should be grieved the most is sitting on the top floor of a crooked building.

He tilted his head and asked with a smile: "And then? What if Mr. Mori pays the tax back?"

Yuejianli Hongying said with a vow: "That Pixiu can't be repaired, what needs to be paid is all the taxes since the establishment of the port Mafia, for a Schrödinger's opening license, he will not take so much money to gamble. Bundle."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai nodded, and then asked happily, "By the way, tax evasion needs to be punished, right? How many years will he be sentenced to?"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "?"

Good guy, you are still ruthless.

"Catch him and put him in the bureau, what about the position of the leader? Are you?"

Osamu Dazai crossed his hands in front of his chest, with a decisive attitude: "No!"

Yuejian Li Hongying shrugged: "Then there is no suitable candidate, and it is impossible for me to be one."

"No conflict, Mr. Mori can be the leader in the prison." Dazai Zhizhi said confidently, "Anyway, staying in the office is no different from being in prison. Isn't it just a different place to work and let his subordinates report to him on the phone through the glass window?" business."

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

A road that was never imagined appeared.

Considering the feasibility of this matter, it is not impossible to succeed. If he really wants to do it, he can definitely take Mori Ogai to prison.

But after going around for a long time, I returned to the original problem, that is, the three-moment concept could not achieve a balance.

Not only is the Ability and Secret Service family dominating, but the dark night managed by the port Mafia will also become chaotic.

Although Tsukimi Ri Hongying didn't particularly care about the three-quarter concept or the city of Yokohama, this was his former subordinates and their home, and he couldn't just ignore it.

Most importantly, he's going to save people's side.

So, saving people is really troublesome.

Even if he can do well, it doesn't mean he is suitable for this side.

"But this situation is no different from Mr. Mori's death." Osamu Dazai held his chin, and he flicked the glass lightly, making a crisp sound, which was in stark contrast to his listless and dull voice, "Oh , What an important puppet."

What Hong Ying could think of in Yue Jian, he could naturally think of it, he understood too well how important the puppet sitting in that position was.

He was just persecuting Mori Owai to liven up the atmosphere, and he didn't mean to force the other party to do so.

After all, compared to eating hot pot, which requires you to focus on ordering and picking up dishes, drinking is a little quieter. The two of them don't have so many topics to chat about, and they don't have anything to share recently. The first time we met, it was almost the same.

As a result, after the persecution of Mori Ogai, the atmosphere fell into silence.

Fortunately, both of them are people who are used to being quiet, and they didn't become embarrassed because no one spoke. Both of them sat in front of the bar drinking without saying a word, feeling as if two strangers were drinking alone.

Negroni is a short drink, and it will change its taste after a long time. Therefore, the orange-red wine will bottom out soon.

The moment Hongying put down the glass in Yuejian, the black-haired young man next to him suddenly stopped him: "Yuejian-kun."

He turned his head sideways and met a pair of smiling kite eyes, which were closer to dark red under the dim light.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips were curled up, his pretty face had a cute disguise, like a good student humbly asking for advice: "May I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"If——I mean if." Osamu Dazai held up half a glass of whiskey and played with it carelessly. The smaller hockey puck hit the glass wall intermittently, "I want to kill Mr. Mori, will you help me?"

Yuejian Li Hongying was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask that?"

"Nothing, just curious."

Tsukimi Ri Hongying reminded: "This is in conflict with Odasaku's last wish."

"I know, that's why I want to ask you." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "Tsukimi-kun, how would you choose?"

"Uh..." Yue Jianli Hongying fell into silence. He lowered his eyes and quietly stared at the glass with only orange slices and ice balls left. The half-melted ice ball reflected a face distorted by the curved surface, like It's as ridiculous as a distorting mirror.

Perhaps, this is his distorted inner world.

Osamu Dazai did not rush him, but waited quietly for his answer.

After a long time, Yuejianli Hongying said slowly: "Well, I will help you."

This time it was Osamu Dazai's turn to ask: "Why? You said it all, this is a conflict, even if you don't stop me, you shouldn't help me."

The young man with dark blue hair raised his eyes, and the gray eyes were illuminated by warm lights, like layers of clouds when the sun sets: "Because the wishes of the living are more important, I will not stop you. Because you are my friend, I will help you." you."

The clear voice cut through the gray twilight, like the last ray of light at dusk.

Dazai was slightly surprised.

He noticed that what the other party said was "You are my friend", not "You are Odasaku's friend".

"This is my answer." Yuejian Li Hongying evoked a shallow smile, and there was an extra ruthlessness in her brows and eyes, "Do you want to do it? It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why not just tonight?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

It is worthy of being the leader of the former militant faction who killed and cut decisively.

"No, I said it, it's just a hypothesis out of curiosity." He took a sip of whiskey, his iris eyes couldn't see the truth.

However, the wishes of the living...

Osamu Dazai chuckled, suddenly changed his painting style, and raised the glass to the other party in a lively and cheerful manner: "Come toast, Tsukimi-kun!"

"What is it for this time?"

"For Mr. Mori's shedding hair!"

Yue Jianli Hong Ying wrote rejection all over her face: "I don't want to drink to such a strange thing."

However, Dazai Osamu not only pretended not to hear, but also happily greeted the bartender: "Boss, I'll give Tsukimi-kun a glass of vodka, the kind with the highest alcohol—"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

Tsukimi Ri Hongying: "Dazai-kun, give up, you can't drink mine."