Miss Dazai has something to say

"Mr. Mori, you finally changed." Osamu Dazai looked up at Mori Ogai behind the desk, "I don't like chains." Of course, she didn't like scalpels either.

"Yes." Mori Ogai responded coldly, took a scalpel and a red pen from the drawer, walked to the sofa, looked down at Osamu Dazai, "I said, there will be punishment."

The punishment refers to the fact that Mori Ogai found out the code by himself just now.

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai looked at the scalpel in Mori Ogai's hand, "Mr. Mori wants me to give you an apple as a throwing knife."

"No." Mori Ogai took out a red pen and traced on Osamu Dazai's collarbone, "The collarbone looks good."

Osamu Dazai didn't understand what Mori Ogai meant for a moment, but he still accepted the compliment.

"I've always looked good."

Mori Ogai smiled, and tilted his head to look at Osamu Dazai's body, as if he was looking for something easy to say.

"Get up." Mori Ogai pulled out the scalpel stuck in Dazai Osamu's sleeve, and then handed Dazai Osamu a red pen.

"I'm your father, you don't respect me." Mori Ogai said, "write ten times 'I like Mori Ogai best'".

Osamu Dazai: "It's the stepfather."

Mori Ogai: "The stepfather should also be respected."

Osamu Dazai didn't move, if she moved, she wouldn't be Osamu Dazai.

She was lying on the sofa, pinching a strand of hair and playing: "I don't."

Mori Ogai leaned over and directly hugged Osamu Dazai.

"I teach you."

Mori Ogai sat on the chair, put Dazai Osamu on his lap, then put the pen into Dazai Ogai's hand, and he held Dazai Osamu's hand.

"Dazai-kun, you are such a daughter who gives father a headache." Mori Ogai casually spread a piece of paper, pinched Dazai's waist with one hand, fixed him, and began to write with the other hand.

Osamu Dazai sat on Mori Ogai's lap, bored, letting Mori Ogai hold her hand and write.She has long been used to the embrace of Mori Ogai. After she jumped into the river and was rescued by Mori Ogai, every time she committed suicide, every time she thought she would die, she would wake up in Mori Ogai's arms.

"Dazai-kun," Mori Ogai stopped writing after five times, he threw the pen aside and rested his chin on Dazai Osamu's shoulder, "Having stayed in port mafia for so many days, do you feel tired of being the leader? "

When Mori Ogai spoke, his jaw moved up and down, causing Dazai Osamu's shoulder to hurt.

Osamu Dazai stretched out a finger, poked Mori Ogai in the face, and pushed Mori Ogai's face away.

"Tired to death."

She put her legs together and swung her calves back and forth, the heels of her high heels could hit Mori Ogai's ankles every time.

"...Are you leaving Mafia at the port tonight?" Mori Ogai clamped Dazai Osamu's wobbling legs, and as expected, he felt the body of the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, and then relax for a moment.It seems very deliberate.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"I have seen the monitoring in the office... Dazai-kun, the camera in my office was brought by Peng Lie ten years later." Tightening up, he saw Osamu Dazai sitting on Nakahara Chuya's stomach, he had already put his hand on the doorknob at that time, but he held back, he wanted to hear what Dazai Osamu wanted to say to Nakahara Chuya.

"The child belongs to Chuya-kun?" Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Osamu Dazai's plan was exposed but he did not forget his anger: "It has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me?" Mori Ogai said slowly, "You are my daughter."

"Mori Ogai", Osamu Dazai was suddenly not in the mood to deal with Mori Ogai, "You'd better put me in a dungeon."

"Close it later." Mori Ogai raised the corner of his mouth but sneered, "The punishment is not over yet."

As soon as Mori Ogai finished speaking, Osamu Dazai felt a chill all over his body—her coat and jacket were taken off by Mori Ogai, leaving only a white shirt.

Osamu Dazai: "You?—"

Then her head was pressed on the desk, and Sen Ouwai was quite conscientious, and put a soft pillow under her cheek.

A gust of wind blew across the cheek, raising a strand of hair, and when Osamu Dazai went to do it again, he found that he couldn't move.

Both of her hands were pinned to the table by the scalpel.Osamu Dazai wanted to resist, but this thought only existed for a second, she was not interested in fighting with someone who could fight her president [-]-[-].

Her current posture was very awkward, with her upper body lying on the table and her lower body sitting on Mori Ogai's lap.All she could see were papers and books piled on her desk.

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai frowned as he felt his back being touched by some kind of sharp object, blowing away the hair scattered around his cheeks while speaking.

Mori Ogai pursed his lips, and it took a full five seconds before he replied: "Painting bones".

He was holding a red pen and tracing the bones on Dazai Osamu's back through a thin shirt.

He graduated from a medical university, stayed in the army for a while, and became an underground doctor after that, and knew everything about human bones.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai blinked suspiciously, "Why are you doing this? Is this punishment?"

Mori Ogai nodded: "Yes".

What kind of punishment is this?

Osamu Dazai complained inwardly, enduring the itch caused by Mori Ogai drawing behind her back, and began to think quickly.

Her plan would have gone well without that camera from the future.

"I know that the child in your belly is not Chuya-kun's, Dazai-kun, you just want to use this to coax him?" Mori Ogai lowered his head, carefully drawing Dazai Osamu's spine.

Osamu Dazai was too lazy to talk to Mori Ogai, and played with gently blowing the hair that fell on the table.

Hair is blown up and down.Osamu Dazai never tires of this small game.

"To be honest, I don't care who the father of your child is, as long as it's yours." Sen Ou's chatter seemed to turn into a chatterbox.

Osamu Dazai: "I don't have a perverted father like you who was chatting gently with his daughter one second and then stabbing his daughter with a scalpel in the next second."

"Hahaha," Mori Ogai was amused, and couldn't hold the pen steadily. The red pen crookedly left irregular marks on the white shirt, "Then you don't want to be a daughter anymore, what do you want to be? I play with you."

"The leader of the port mafia", Osamu Dazai continued to challenge Mori Ogai's bottom line, "You are 40 years old, it's time to retire old man, seeing that you have no children and no wife, in order to prevent a person from being poor and lonely, find an orphanage Adopt a child... Forget it, don't harm the child."

"The leader of the port mafia is a slave of the entire organization. He cannot have his own will." Mori Ogai began to trace Osamu Dazai's shoulder blades. a lot of."

"I'm the leader of the mafia at the port. I'm a high-ranking and powerful man. I'm clean and I'm good-looking. I don't have any relatives. It's not bad for anyone to marry me."

Osamu Dazai sneered: "It's 40 years old, can't it be okay?"

Mori Ogai paused for a moment, then leaned over on Dazai's back, brushed away the hair on Dazai's neck, and traced the bones of Dazai's back.

"Do you want to try?"