The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

The consequence of not sleeping in the middle of the night, blowing the wind, watching the scenery and playing games is unfortunately catching a cold.

The next morning, Mori Yuki sat up from the quilt in a daze, and kicked Osamu Dazai, who played the game until midnight to grab the territory: "You are so old and still kick the quilt?!"

"Miss, do you know that you punched in circles after you fell asleep last night?" The black-haired boy reached out and grabbed the corner of the quilt violently and dragged him down: "It made me suffer a few more times for no reason!"

The pain is not too painful, the key is that the timing could not be more precise.Always drive people in a daze to click on the sleepy ones, and punch or kick them sideways, which immediately makes you feel refreshed, speechless and crazy.

Poor goose feather quilt, one person sits on the ground and pulls it, and the other person sits on the bed and pulls it.Osamu Dazai is a boy and he is older than Mori Yuki. He easily won within a few rounds. He sat down on the end of the bed triumphantly and laughed at the owner of the quilt: "Are you going to cry? Are you going to cry?"

Because of a cold, Mori Yuki seldom showed a tired and fragile appearance, the corners of his eyes were red, and he really looked like he was about to cry.

"#&￥*(...%@)"

The girl scolded him a long list in German, and it can be judged from the tone that the words were quite intense.The former stood up in the spirit of "If you don't understand, just pretend you didn't hear it", and looked around for the black coat that he despised so much last night: "Where did you throw it?"

"Aren't you sitting on a cushion all the time, don't look through my closet! Pervert!"

With a roar, the black-haired boy was pushed out of the door again, and the beige door almost hit him on the nose with a bang.He managed to stand still, and when he turned around, he saw Oda Sakunosuke standing outside, waiting to be hit.Osamu Dazai raised his hand nonchalantly and gestured: "Morning, Odasaku."

As soon as the voice fell, the door panel was pulled open by Yuki Mori, and a long black coat and a red and white book were smashed out: "Get out!"

"Oh, oh, so fierce..."

Grabbing the clothes and books in a hurry, the black-haired boy smiled and nodded to his friend who seemed to be about to draw a gun: "You really have a bad temper."

Oda Sakunosuke looked calm: "If Mr. Mori deducts my wages again this month, I hope you, Dazai, can help explain it."

"Ahahahaha...ah, the weather is good today!"

He slipped away along the wall.

Half an hour later, Mori Yuki's eyes and nose were red, and he opened the door and walked out: "Oda? Go to the treatment room with me to get some cold medicine first, and then there are other things... Ha Qiu!"

"You have a cold? It's not Dazai..." Oda Sakunosuke hesitated to speak, and the girl gave him a surprised look: "What's the matter with Dazai? Yesterday I went out wearing too thin clothes, and when I came back at night, the cold wind blew again, probably because I caught a cold." cold."

The voice was also humming, with a softness that was rarely seen on weekdays.

"It's all right. If you have a cold, do you want to take a rest?"

Facing such a delicate little girl who seemed to cry at any time, no one was embarrassed to speak loudly to her.The young man said in a coaxing tone: "Otherwise, you should take a vacation today, and leave the important things to me to run errands."

Of course, it's running errands to pass on the word to others to do it!

"No, I have time in the afternoon to visit Mr. Lantang. The sooner the better, we can't delay."

Even with the central air-conditioning in the headquarters, she still felt cold and couldn't help shivering: "Go to the logistics and get me a thick coat."

I didn't expect that the cold winter in the island country would be so lethal.If Brandenburg was a purely physical attack mode of blizzard, the winter on the wet seaside was simply an endless magical attack, and she didn't even have time to buy some winter clothes enough to keep out the cold.

In the morning, I first went to Hongye and seconded a few familiar hands from the intelligence department to stabilize the country, and then learned from the firm a lot of tricks that need to be paid attention to when bulk commodities enter and exit the country.The supplier list of the source of goods needs to be carefully considered, and the first transaction must not be messed up.In short, in order to successfully set off for Russia next spring, she must consider all the details this winter and optimize them to the link that can be further implemented.

Oda Sakunosuke sat at a position far away from her unwilling to fish, with only a book and a pen at hand besides communication tools.Young people often cross out a few words in a hurry, frowning and sitting in a daze for a long time, then bow their heads and write a new string.After going back and forth several times, I couldn't help but look up and stare at the boss who was so busy that he wanted to show off his head—even if she grew so tall, she was just a girl who had just turned 13. A child of this age should He didn't know what kind of life he lived, but he was sure it was definitely not like this.

"Give these to the clerk to reword, and show me when you're done."

Unexpectedly, a pile of handwritten papers flew in the air, and [Tian Yi Yi Seamless] saw them falling to the ground one after another, making people despair like falling snow covering thousands of mountains.

The red-haired young man jumped up almost on the spot, and reached out to catch so many papers with precision: "I will deliver it to you tomorrow morning!"

Mori Yuki looked up at him, but said nothing.

It's rare that this master fisherman showed some seriousness in his work, and he was so touched that he couldn't believe it.

Dizzy and busy all morning, when I lowered my head and raised my head again, the minute hand of the clock on the wall was tremblingly pointing to the word "three".Mori Yuki took some time to take cold medicine, picked up a black coat and put it on over the skirt: "Let's go to Mr. Lantang."

Oda Sakunosuke drove her to a foreign-style mansion near the sea—this was also one of the "trophies" obtained from the losers, and was later reassigned to promoted cadres and quasi-cadres.At the beginning, Lan Tang didn't take anything else, but only asked for this European-style house by name.

Maybe it's the style of this mansion that makes him feel a little familiar.

There is only Lan Tang in the huge villa.Yuki seemed to see the old church on Kloster Street, where Father Denard, who had lived a wonderful life, was sitting by the fire, warming his hands and slowly talking about his adventures when he was young.

"No matter what we have ever obtained, it will be peeled off by thorns on that tortuous road. My dear, wealth is just a tool, a means to an end. In the end, it is something very special that will bring us infinitely close to heaven. The presence."

The old priest's cold eyes were covered with a soft color by the warm firelight, and he recalled his old opponents, those ordinary humans who made him willingly close his bloody hands.

In the last years of his life, this evil man suddenly woke up and became upright and noble, full of compassion and tolerance...compared to when he was young.

So, do the people in this house now think they are on the way to die?

Sure enough, the lost memory has returned.

"Oda, go and buy some books for me, the same one, don't repeat the previous ones." Standing on the steps, Mori Yuki smiled and gave the bodyguard a task away from himself.Oda Sakunosuke remembered the result after being dismissed by her last time, thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, let's go."

Before leaving, he rumpled his boss' hair, which was quite disrespectful.

"..."

The girl watched him drive away, then turned around and knocked on the brass ring on the gate of the mansion: "Mr. Rimbaud, the 'witch' is here to visit."

"..."

Five minutes later, the wooden door decorated with gorgeous carvings was pulled inward, and the long-haired man looked down at the girl standing outside: "...unbelievable."

He paused for a while before regaining his voice: "How old were you at that time?"

"Seven years old, sir." She confessed with a smile, "Winter without food storage is really hard."

Even if it is an unstoppable transcendent across the European continent, it is hard to imagine that a child as young as seven years old can hide behind the scenes and control the storm.The girl's eye sockets and the tip of her nose were red, and the black coat created a fragile sense of transparency on her body. She was pitiful and cute, and had no coincidence with the terrifying title of "witch".

Her own information has been leaked, but the other party came to the door alone... Rimbaud opened the door and let her in: "It's really cold outside!"

"Yes!" After she finished speaking, she covered her face and sneezed three times: "It's going to snow suddenly, and there's no room for negotiation."

The two walked to the fireplace and sat down one after the other. Rimbaud casually picked up the books at hand and threw them into the fire: "I didn't expect that it is not allowed to cut down trees to keep warm here, that's the only way."

"Has the power of knowledge kept you away from the cold?" Mori Yuki joked, the man shook his head and curled his lips: "No, it's really too bad."

"..."

"..."

The topic suddenly stopped, and the room fell into a dead silence.

Seeing that the fire was getting smaller, the girl also took a book and threw it into the fireplace: "Sir."

"Ok?"

Rimbaud rubbed his hands, his nasal voice was thick and pitiful: "What's the matter, what do you want to say?"

"You saw him, didn't you? The little thing that kept you here."

To tell the truth, she was a little jealous again.

Jealous of a person he has never met, a person who can easily remind Rimbaud of the past.

Deep and heavy, it has nothing to do with sex, and money can't buy it, that kind of love that has no reason.

If only someone could love me like this...

The pale golden cube imprisoned itself in it, and the face of the long-haired man flickered in the golden powder-like light: "You know too much."

"Well, I know a lot, beyond your imagination." Mori Yuki didn't have the slightest sense of danger in the cage - Rimbaud would not hurt her, she had this confidence.

Even if I'm just an outsider, even if I can't get this love, at least I don't want it to disappear.

The subspace body gradually narrowed the scope like a threat, and when it was almost in front of the girl's hair, Lan Tang waved away the supernatural power, and blew up the book in front of him angrily: "What should I say? The 'witch' really Well-deserved reputation?"

"Since I can know this information, then the possibility that Mr. Mori doesn't know, hehe." She didn't finish her sentence, but just changed her posture and jumped to other topics: "So, that little thing is your substitute, A little reminder?"

"He is not!"

The whistling golden cube blew the girl's long black hair, and she raised her hand to wipe off the blood oozing from her cheek: "In my opinion, he is."

The long-haired man was so angry that he clenched his fists and got up and walked to her: "He is not, that child, the innocent child I brought into this world. Yuki, I love that child, and I want to leave everything I have to you. he."

"But what about me? Nobody loves me, nobody chooses me, I'm always the one left."

The amethyst-like eyes turned red, and the girl bit her pink lips tightly: "I hate you! You are the same as Mori Ogai! You all put me in a dispensable place, and you always put your eyes on other people body!"

"..." Rimbaud's expression went blank, he let go of his fist, and looked at her sadly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Even children living in the same family, parents will have a preference.Compared with Chuya, Yuki is more mature, more calm, and knows how to live well in this cold world.

All this can only show that she has experienced a crueler life than Zhong Ye.

But she has just turned 13 now, and Zhong Ye is two years older than her.

"Ugh……"

The long-haired man raised his hand and wiped his face: "Let's calm down first..."

He took a breath: "I recall part of my past life, the reason why I came to Yokohama, but I don't remember why Paul attacked me from behind."

"That must be because you have received the task of destroying the 'Island Man-made Supernatural Weapon'. Verlaine cannot allow anyone to kill his replica in front of him." Yuki Mori told him the answer with a blank expression: "Think with your knees. I can also imagine it."

There was no chance for him to think and speak at all, and the sarcasm that came out of her mouth was the same: "The transcendent in my imagination, not to mention turning one's hands into clouds and turning one's hands into rain, at least has to have insight into everything. I never expected that it would be this kind of appearance that you can play yourself to death casually. If it is not for amnesia, how many days do you think you can live in Yokohama?"

"Stupid! Blind! Still biased!" The girl complained in a nasal voice like a child who felt that she had not been treated fairly: "You actually favored the child who was left outside!"

Rimbaud: "..."

It seems that there are really one son and one daughter.

"Okay." The long-haired man confessed dryly, stepped forward to comfort her and hugged her, and backed away before the girl lifted her foot: "Don't mention this in advance, what do you want?"

At any rate, they have worked together for so long. Thinking about the methods she used to tamper with the US military base before, going around in circles with Mori Yuki was purely asking for trouble for herself.

"I want you to go to Russia with me in the early spring. Mori Ogai has noticed Leibo Street, and he will soon find your sweetheart." Noticing Rimbaud's sudden nervousness, she raised her head unhappily. Chin raised: "He won't do anything to him, nothing more than sending Dazai out to hook up with an ignorant kid back."

"You are all like this, what's so good about that guy?" The little girl was upset, her beautiful big eyes were oily: "I've decided! I want to wear shoes for this guy who hasn't met yet!"

"Honey, Mr. Mori can confirm Chuya's loyalty only after I die. He must be completely independent, unencumbered, and belong only to the leader's blade. Only in this way can PortMafia protect him without reservation." Lan Bo lowered his melancholy eyes, raised his hand and gently wiped the wound that he had accidentally caused when he threatened her just now: "I'm sorry, dear. I regard you as my own daughter, but I have nothing to give you."

"Chuya...he is not a human being, just like Paul, they will continue to search for the meaning of coming to the world in the endless confusion. He needs a place that can completely open his arms to accept him, an anchor point, and PortMafia is just like that Place. I am very lucky that Mr. Mori happens to be a shrewd businessman, and he always cherishes the most precious commodities. Chuya will become the pillar of PortMafia standing in Yokohama, and will also become a chess piece that he cannot part with. "

The supernatural agent who was once famous in the European continent finally revealed his delicate side: "All of this is based on my death. Mr. Sen can even release news to attract Paul to the island country. When the time comes, the two of them Everyone can get the last piece of pure land in this world."

The co-authors have already arranged for the "widow" and "only child" for the rest of their lives, which is equivalent to sending them into a large safe with their own hands—only in island countries where nothing is strange no matter what happens, those Only alien species from different countries can live there majestically.

"Then you just squat in hell and wait to see me clean them up every three days!"

Mori Yuki was furious, and kicked away the few books in front of him: "As for Verlaine's broken eyes that can be fooled by a double, I can sell him to Africa eight hundred times a day! And that 'Zhongya' ', I will never let him spend half an hour in PortMafia!"

"..." Even though the atmosphere was so solemn at the moment, Rimbaud couldn't help laughing: "You won't, Yuki is a good boy."

"Shut up, you!" She was so angry that her fingers were shaking: "I don't care! I spent [-] million to buy you from Mori Ogai. If you dare to make me lose money, I will definitely buy you a hundred times from those two people. Come back with revenge."

Rimbaud: "..."

My dear, although I don't want to say it, the transcendent is definitely worth more than [-] million.

Recalling her obsession with money, Rimbaud felt a little guilty: "Well, those are just my plans. Now it's your turn, please calm down, I'm afraid you will hurt yourself."

"There's nothing to say, I'm so mad at you."

Mori Yuki put his arms around his chest and said: "...you have too many flaws in your body, and you will find all kinds of clues if you are a little more careful."

"But Yuki is the only one who has discovered it so far, isn't she? My clever little 'witch'." He laughed, with a youthful look on his brows: "And, Thenardier's intelligence network really shouldn't be underestimated."

"I want you to go to Russia with me." She still insisted: "As long as you create enough value, even Mr. Immortal will try to protect your sweetheart."

"He is a shrewd and ruthless person. The starting point of all thinking is to maximize the benefits. You who are far away in the northern country will not have an impact on the situation in Yokohama. He can even twist you into an imaginary enemy of Chuya in the Central Plains. Containing your feelings for that fellow forced you to remain silent and self-imposed exile."

The girl sneezed: "Maybe soon he will notice and sort out everything, and then happily push the boat to see you die."

"But I'm different from him." Mori Yuki squinted his eyes and looked Rimbaud up and down: "I don't care about the loyalty of my subordinates, I only care about whether they can fulfill my request. Are you related to each other, or are you a whole family? It makes no difference to me."

"Now, I need a strong thug to hold down the business in Russia for me. This person can be of any species, whether it is a human, an artificial human, or a monster. It doesn't matter. In the future, I don't care whether this person is Go or stay, as long as the current job is done well, I will give him all support including asylum."

"Maybe you don't trust the "witch", but you have to believe in Thenardier's power to some extent. I will make Mori Ogai irresistible."

If you can't get the love you want, at least you can spend money to buy yourself a happy one.The girl tilted her head and lowered her eyes to block the deep desire.

I should have known earlier that everything that can belong to me in this world can be bought with money.

In fact, Rimbaud still prefers his plan, but the stubborn girl in front of him makes him feel even more distressed.She is still just a child, a child who can't even act like a baby, dare not say out loud when she encounters what she wants, and always has to beat around the bush and try her best to "deal", as if only in this way can she dare to believe in the sense of reality.

He can arrange for Paul and Zhongye, but this child, in any case, cannot be dismissed casually with the word "arrangement".How should I say it?Paul is not a person with a very flexible mind, and his personality is slightly aggressive and irritable. Chuya may be similar to him. As long as these two people point out the given direction, they will run straight to the finish line like a tireless mule, so he dares to use it Make a bet with your life to arrange the future for them.But Yuki... even if everything is arranged for her, she may not necessarily go in the direction you pointed out, no, not only not going in the direction, it would be great if she can sprint in the opposite direction without being rebellious.

Think about what she is doing now, she is so good at cheating her father, you can't even say that she is cheating, she is clearly rushing to kill her father.Although the leader is not a good father, but I don't know why he suddenly feels particularly sympathetic to him.

"Okay, I promise you, I will go to Russia with you."

He could only let go and retreat, otherwise he would not be able to imagine what action she would take next.Rimbaud sighed deeply: "correspondingly, if there is any accident in PortMafia, I want you to protect him for me."

At this moment, Yuki Mori has calculated several plans in his brain to use Nakahara Nakaya or Verlaine to force Mori Ogai to retreat. As long as Rimbaud doesn't suddenly get overwhelmed and seek death, she will always have a way to get herself a transcendent work to earn a living.

Oh, and maybe an extra tow bottle.

"Then it's settled. I have the oracle of silver here, and now I am specially mobilizing the leader to guard Lan Tangzhi's Russian branch to carry out the mission. Above!" The girl turned out the handwriting from her pocket, and Rimbaud shook his head helplessly: "Next time, you can try to explain your purpose directly."

Look, just say what you want, always go around in circles when facing what you really want, are the brain circuits of smart people so rough?

"Directly explain why you came here?" Mori Yuki sneered: "If you directly say what you want, tomorrow I will be attacked by a transcendent and lie in bed for at least a month. After this month, the one hundred million I spent It's about to sink into the sea without even taking a bubble."

Rimbaud was speechless, that's exactly what he would do.