The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Miss Sen, Mr. Abdul Rahman is here."

The young waiter approached the ladies who were happily singing and singing together. He couldn't find a way to break through the encirclement anyway, so he had to bite the bullet and complete the task of passing the message through the wall of people.

Abdul Rahman?

Ladies get out of the way, and Yuki Mori walks out of the crowd: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Mr. Rahman is a distinguished guest of Mr. Suzuki, and it seems to be related to the gem business." Immediately, a new "backup group" will provide free information.She turned her head to look at the young woman who extended her helping hand, her purple eyes were full of nostalgia: "Thank you."

Damn, it was preempted by someone!

The ladies who opened their mouths a little slower or were not so well-informed groaned: "Do you need us to accompany Ms. Mori?"

"No need." The girl slightly raised the corners of her mouth, smiling like a warm spring sun: "It's rare for everyone to be freed from the heavy family work and relax for a while, don't lose interest for me. Mr. Abdul Rahman is Suzuki Mister, a rare guest, won't embarrass a reckless young man like me, don't worry."

The slender and thick eyelashes hang down, covering a small shadow under the eye sockets, and there are a group of gentle, honest, humble, respectful, and understanding people.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

You really shouldn't judge people by their cover!Although Ms. Mori is a returned child, her dressing style is not the same as everyone else's, but!But she is the kind of legendary hot spring beauty!There is no deliberate flattery at all, but it makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that as long as they stay by her side, they can feel relaxation and hope!

Miss Mori——!

Leaving under the scorching eyes that could almost scrape the flesh from the bones, Mori Yuki struggled to resist the desire to touch his back with his backhand——the hair was not set on fire!

The beauty of the island country really lives up to its reputation!They all look weak, but they are all good at strangling!

"Please come with me." The waiter also stiffened his hands and feet. The ladies looked at Miss Sen with as much love and resentment as they looked at themselves, which was terrible.

Arriving at the side hall exclusively for distinguished guests to rest, Yuki Mori saw the Russian 1 round and 1 plate placed in the middle of the room before stepping on the thick handmade carpet.The red and black grids are regularly distributed on the light brown hardwood disc, and the slightly inclined angle is convenient for steel balls to roll. Two antique revolving pistols and guns are placed on the table.

"You are finally here~"

The voice of exuberant joy invaded the five senses along with the smell of bitter medicine. The boy pulled the girl into his thin arms and hugged her tightly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you don't even look at me!"

The long-drawn-out sound revealed a strong sense of unwillingness, and Mori Yuki shivered—it's been a while since I saw him, is Osamu Dazai sick and delicate?

Good guy, compared to those big sisters outside, this is a heavyweight player...

Isn't it just acting?Then act against it.

"You are just a laggard picked up and adopted by your father. What right do you have to touch me?"

The proud girl had a stubborn face, and it was this stubbornness that made her look so different.The red cheeks set off the big purple eyes gleaming with water, like roses blooming in the snow, everyone wants to try to conquer it.

"You are so disgusting!" The young man let go of his hand with a hoarse voice, knelt in front of her on one knee and raised his lonely eyes, his eyes were moist and fragile: "But I still love you deeply, who told you to take root in my heart and follow me like a shadow. "

"..."

The girl trembled and clasped her hands to cover her face, ruthlessly rejecting his courtship: Why can't I take a picture of this scene with my mobile phone!I want to take it back and play it in turn for everyone to see in the chief's office for eight hours!

"Forget it." Without waiting for a response, the boy's iris-colored eyes were covered with blood: "If I can't get your favor no matter what..."

He stood up suddenly, grabbed the girl's slender wrist and dragged her to the gambling table without saying a word, picked up a gun and stuffed it over: "Then die in your hands."

Yuki Mori: Meow meow?

pop, pop, pop

Abdul Rahman, who had watched the play for a long time, came out and applauded: "Miss, this is a young man who longs for your heart. How can you hurt him so coldly?"

"Did I ask him to like me? Am I lacking this kind of love?" The girl held her head up high and her chest was unmoved, her demeanor was like a cold gem radiating brilliance.

The local tyrant in white robe shrugged his shoulders regretfully: "Then please do as he wishes."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a man in a suit and leather shoes walked out behind him.

"This is my secretary." Abdul Rahman waved his hand again: "This is his twin brother."

On each wall of the side hall, there are two to three uniformly dressed security personnel evenly distributed, and none of them raised any objection to the behavior of this local tyrant, which seems to be commonplace and habitual.

The brothers also walked to the gaming table, and one of them picked up the wheel and opened the magazine to have a look, then put them back together again: "Please, miss, exchange weapons after checking."

"The number on the wheel 1 plate corresponds to the number of rotations of the wheel, and then shoot." The local tyrant found a good place to watch the screen, and someone stepped forward to fill the wine glass in his hand: "The game can start at any time, Until one side dies... You can't deliberately miss and waste my bullets."

He pointedly looked at the bodyguards - the weapons around his waist.

This is no joke, Mori Yuki looked down at Osamu Dazai: "Are you serious?"

"Why do you always doubt my love?" He is like a believer standing under the cross, his beautiful iris eyes are dimmed, only stubbornness and fanaticism remain: "At least let me become a corpse that you will never forget in your heart, It's better than watching you lying in the arms of other men."

Don't you think acting too hard is a bit fake!

"..."

Confirming that this guy really wanted to play with his life, she raised her eyebrows, and also opened the first wheel to check: there was a bullet filled in every other position.The girl slowly took out the bullet under the light, held it up in front of her for admiration, and then put it back in again—the special ability [cup].

Dazai widened his eyes.

She is actually a hidden supernatural power user!If it weren't for the distance between them so close at this moment, if it wasn't for the resonance of "Disqualification in the World", he would have never noticed it after spending so long together day and night.

poison?

It's hidden really deep, do you want to lift the veil of the eldest lady?

No, if you open it, no one will play tricks on you with a smirk from now on.The emotionally turbulent, hilarious, angry surprise of never knowing what's going on behind the door will be gone forever.

The black-haired boy looked like a black cat that had found a snack store secretly. There was no expression on his messy black face, but his high-raised tail showed his mood.

Mori Yuki squinted at him, full of warnings - you wait for me, we will settle this account later!

The two sides exchange weapons, and the woman takes black first.

The girl casually pushed the hardwood turntable, and the steel balls rolled and rolled, finally stopping at the black square.

"4"

The wheel of the gun rang four times, and she unceremoniously raised her hand and shot the black-haired boy on the arm: "Be patient until I complete the task my father gave me."

What a mess!

"..." Cold sweat dripped from the boy's forehead, he covered the wound, blood gradually seeped into the black suit: "Thank you..."

The corners of Abdul Rahman's mouth rose slowly, excited that the long-awaited play had finally begun.He said to his secretary: "Now it's your turn."

The twins turned the wheel 1, and there was another black grid. Yuki Mori didn't know how to evaluate his luck.

"8"

Eight mechanical sounds followed by empty guns.

There are only three bullets in each gun. If one's own bullets are exhausted ahead of time, the "opponent" will take the punishment for it.

The first round of the "game" was over, and the ground was already covered with mottled blood.The luck is too bad, even if Yuki Chimori is out, he can barely keep Osamu Dazai from eating other people's bullets.Even if both sides deliberately choose a non-lethal place to attack, continuous bleeding cannot guarantee survival.

But no one died and no one said they wanted to quit, they just had to keep going.

The hand of one of the twins holding the gun was already shaking, but his brother refused to admit defeat.Mori Yuki controlled her limbs not to tremble, but her faded lips showed that she was not untouched.

Abdul Rahman was very satisfied with this desperate game, and clapped his hands to order the second one—the exact same runner, and the exact same bullet filling method.

The girl checked each bullet one by one as slowly as she did at the beginning, and then the two sides exchanged.

From this round onwards, the wind direction of luck has changed.The steel balls kept falling into the red grid as if they had eyes, and occasionally landed on the black number, and Osamu Dazai was always shot empty.

"Impossible! You must be out of luck!" The twins yelled, pointing at Mori Yuki with blue veins on their foreheads.The girl unhurriedly fired a shot at his feet, this man was really lucky, it was empty.

It's a pity that no matter how good luck is, the opponent will cheat.

"Are you satisfied?" She cracked a bloody smile: "Next time, I will aim at your brother's head."

"Mr. Rahman!" The young man turned to the owner to ask for arbitration. Abdul Rahman narrowed his eyes and smiled, "The rules don't say she can't shoot you."

"..." The sweat merged into streams and left the man's forehead. He looked at his fellow brothers, his throat rolled, and his expression was full of prayer: "..."

"Continue? Hurry up, don't dawdle." The local tyrant finally saw his favorite plot, and his smile became deeper and deeper: "As long as you win the game, you can get the rewards agreed in advance, why don't you do it?" ?”

The wheel continued to turn, the blood of one of the twins seeped into the carpet, the pupils dilated, and the cheek flesh spasmed slightly.He leaned on the gaming table leg, as if not to look too unseemly, while his brother wailed and beat his face frantically.

Victory and defeat.

In contrast, Osamu Dazai was in much better condition, his face was pale and his breathing was weak, but he was alive.

"Well, it seems that the locals are more lucky, and the gem business belongs to you."

Abdul Rahman put down his wine glass, took out a document from his side and threw it at Mori Yuki: "Miss, you will never know what you have lost."

"Thank you for your instruction!" She replied without showing any weakness, and the local tyrant's eyes lit up.Before he could continue speaking, the remaining twin jumped up and pulled the trigger continuously at Osamu Dazai.

One bullet left?He wants revenge!

The girl reacted quickly, and turned the wheel with her white index finger—after the clear gunshot, blood flowed profusely between the opponent's eyebrows.

"..."

She shook off the antique revolver in her hand, hugged herself crookedly and backed up a few steps: "..."

"Is this frightening?" The local tyrant walked up to her and pulled the girl's snow-lotus-like arm: "If you are willing to follow me..."

"Go away, don't touch me with your hoof!" She gritted her teeth and tore at the man's big hand, her fingertips were wet like a cat that was extremely nervous and ready to go all out.

Ability 【cup】

The poison will enter the opponent's body through skin contact and work silently.It's just gradually weakening, this guy can't die now, otherwise Dazai's gun will be for nothing.

"Stubbornness is a good decoration for a woman, but if you are too stubborn, you will inevitably suffer a lot." He let go of his hand contemptuously, and called for someone to come in to clean up the corpse: "You will cry and beg me."

"Get the gem smuggling line, tell the leader to prepare surgical and blood transfusion equipment, Dazai needs first aid."

Sakunosuke Oda picked up his friend who was almost soaked in blood from the small shuttle yacht, and his boss who was also covered in blood.The red-haired young man stepped on the accelerator without saying a word, and the black car finally showed the power of money to rush left and right in the rolling traffic.Far away from the traffic police who came to stop it, it finally floated out in a round arc with superior performance, and stopped firmly at the gate of PortMafia's headquarters, which was just completed not long ago.

"How is it?" He opened the car door and put the comatose boy on his back, and nodded to the girl who threw off his delicate shoes and strode behind: "I didn't hit the vitals, he just lost a lot of blood."

[Tian 1 Clothes Seamless] It is true that I did not see the scene of Dazai Osamu's death, but such a large amount of bleeding...

The young man frowned, and tried his best to quickly send the person to the basement level—the treatment room newly set up by the leader was too high and too far away, and the torture room in the basement was closer and also equipped with first aid equipment.Although it is not usually used, there may be "residents" with a particularly hard mouth in the future. In order to prevent anyone from accidentally beating them to death and missing information, everything that should be available is available.

Apparently, Mr. Mori thinks the same way. As the only person in PortMafia who has medical experience, he is the only one who can do the surgery and even the first aid.

"Come and help me, dear! I don't think you want to see an accident happen to the partner you brought back with great difficulty."

Facing the "patient", he put away his greasy or deep expressions.The girl, who was no stranger to trauma treatment, cleaned her hands according to standard procedures, and then followed the man in the doctor's coat into the operating room.

Theoretically, Osamu Dazai did not suffer any irreparable critical injuries regardless of the amount of bleeding.Skip the other meanings of the gunshot wound, even if you go to a serious hospital for an injury appraisal, you will come to this conclusion.Mori Ogai soon realized that he had been worrying for nothing, debridement, disinfection, bandaging, and pushed the medicine after the end.The black-haired boy woke up soon, lying on the hospital bed, moaning and screaming in pain, "It hurts to death, I want to eat crabs!"

"Use an analgesic every eight hours." As if he didn't hear him, Mr. Mori immediately pushed the "patient" to the daughter of the temporary guest nurse after completing his duties as a doctor, happily taking half of his life with his subordinates The contract was changed and Shanshan left.

Mori Yuki's medical ethics were not much stronger than Mori Ogai's. She hugged herself with a pillow and covered herself with a quilt and lay down at the end of the bed: "Let's make do, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

Painkillers are easy to be addicted to, so use less or use as little as possible.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

At least pour a glass of water and feed it?What about my treatment as a wounded person?Can't you be gentle at this time!

The teenager who was shot to varying degrees endured the pain and kicked her: "I want to eat crabs!"

"Crab fart! No matter how much you talk about rice porridge, I won't give you any rice porridge!" The girl violently threw off the pillow and turned to go out. Not long after, she came back with a bucket of bottled water and stuffed it into the man's mouth: "See how you go to the bathroom later !"

"..."

After pouring cold water down his stomach, he finally took out the feeling of weakness that the wounded should have and shrank back into the quilt: "Aren't you going to poison me like you poisoned that hapless bastard?"

"Wait!" After speaking, his eyes lit up: "Is there any poison like that? There is!"

[Disqualification in the World] is an anti-power, that is, the power is invalidated.But it doesn't do the same for outcomes that have already become facts.Unless the [cup] touches Yuki Mori at the moment of activation, the potion will still take effect after it is realized.

"Heh, why should I let you go your way? How much is your life worth? You want me to do things for you without spending money? It's a good idea!"

Throwing away the bottle, she hit the wounded with a pillow a few times: "Shut up, I'll buy you canned crab meat tomorrow."

Osamu Dazai, who is penniless and owes debts everywhere, finds someone to make money every day: "..."

At the same time, Mr. Mori, who got the gem smuggling route, was also speechless.

The local tycoon line in the Middle East was given, but the other supporting agreements along the line were stuck in his hands, and the young lady of the Mori Club must come to him in person to have an interview with him.

Isn't this just wanting to prostitute?Can Mori Ogai suffer from this loss?

Even if he doesn't love this child anymore, he will never agree to such an insulting request - there is no way to take advantage of it for nothing, at least he will be picked up by the motorcade, so that he can file an inheritance lawsuit in the future!

My daughter, why isn't it worth more than a gem smuggling line?

So the deal was so procrastinated that it was delayed until before Christmas and could not be officially launched.During this period, Mr. Abdul Rahman suddenly became unwell, and no matter how hard the doctors tried, they could not find the cause.The major hospitals tried their best to delay it for more than half a month. In the end, this local tyrant could only regretfully bid farewell to the world and go to another world to throw coins.

For PortMafia, this is really great news.Because there are too many heirs of Mr. Tuhao, in order to win the support of all business partners, the "small business" of gem smuggling has naturally become an ideal bargaining chip.Osamu Dazai, who was "discharged" from his injury, seemed to be eager to find someone to vent his anger. After a few rounds of flickering, he sent all his opponents to Rahman and cried about the dangers of the world.

The liquid funds on the account instantly became abundant, and in the last month of the year, all members of PortMafia were pleasantly surprised to find that they had received double salaries.

Using other people's money to buy himself a good reputation, Mr. Sen was happy while digging out an ordinary civil servant suit from the closet - the embassy general style.

"Alice, what do you think of this dress?"

He would only release the supernatural life form when his daughter was not around. The blond girl looked up at the sky: "How would I know!"

He leaned closer to the mirror to check himself carefully, blinked, raised his hands and carefully pulled out the white hair hidden under the layer of hair: "So many years have passed without knowing it..."

The proud young genius in the past is now a middle-aged man.Although it can't be said that nothing is achieved, it is still a little way away from real success.

The man leaned against the mirror and sighed softly, finally lowered his head and shook his head, and said with a smile: "Wish us good luck."

One minute later, he put on his unpredictable expression again and walked out of the room.

"Boss, the car is ready, Missy is waiting for you downstairs."

As the leader's bodyguard, Lan Tang guarded the door with professional ethics.Mr. Sen greeted him with a smile: "There is no need for today, Lord Lantang can rest as you like, I transferred Guangjin."

"It's Christmas after all, a time for family reunions."

After leaving these words, he put away the supernatural life form and stepped into the elevator, followed by four other bodyguards.Lan Tang stood still, with a dull expression on his face.

Christmas...

Mori Yuki changed into a light blue knee-length dress, white knee-high socks and black round-toed leather shoes, and her hair was neatly combed, like a cute little girl next door.She was standing on the steps fighting with Osamu Dazai, and when she saw Mori Ogai appearing, she immediately stood up straight, not at all as comfortable and casual as a biological father and daughter.

"Dad, you look so handsome today!"

No emotion is no emotion, the mouth is still sweet.Mr. Mori was in a daze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Xiao Yuki is also very cute!"

They spoke German, and Osamu Dazai read it like a bible: "Happy New Year, BOSS."

It's really not easy for this child to spit out a human word from his mouth, Mori Ogai waved his hand: "Ah, you've worked hard these days, Dazai-kun."

The father and daughter switched back to the local language smoothly, and the girl took the man's arm and said goodbye like a boy: "For nothing, see you tonight."

"See you tonight, do you have a present?"

Christmas is basically a shopping festival for people of non-Christian beliefs, anyway, as long as it is a holiday, it doesn't matter who it is for.Mori Yuki touched the end of her hair that had been carefully combed, and she was obviously in a good mood: "Of course there is a gift from you. Today is a special day, and I will definitely not play pranks."

"Okay, then I'll go to a nearby convenience store and have a casual pudding, looking forward to the evening gift."

Osamu Dazai took two steps back, watching the leader's car go away in the dust: "Ah~ I'm so bored, why don't I go and play with Odasaku!"

The car gradually moved away from Yokohama, first went north, then drove west for a certain distance, and came to a relatively remote town under the jurisdiction of Tokyo—it was quite remote, and Yuki Mori suspected that if he went further, he might enter the mountainous area .

The vegetation here is dense. From a distance, the evergreen trees undulate and lush along the mountains. It cannot be compared with the forest near Brandenburg, but there are some similarities.

For Big Alice, Mr. Sen really has a heart.

The car drove to the bustling shopping street, and the father and daughter got off the car to send the bodyguard and the driver to stand by nearby, and walked to the destination on foot.Opposite a small Gothic church, a two-story single-family stands beside the street.The first floor is a dessert house called "Alicebekommteiorte", which translates to "Alice's Cake Shop".

Passing by a flower shop, Mori Ogai hesitated for a moment, took out his wallet and went in to buy a bunch of flowers.He was picky and asked the store to pull out the thorns of the roses, and he was picky about the pattern of the wrapping paper he chose. Finally, under the teasing eyes of his daughter, he took the bouquet in his hand and walked to the back door of the dessert house on the first floor.

Thirteen years passed in a flash, and he had drifted with the current to the lower reaches of the river, but the woman still stubbornly stayed in the old time, unwilling to forget.