The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

A made a big fuss in the office, and Mori Ogai was like a normal person, bent over his desk to deal with piles of documents.

From time to time, he raised his head to respond to A, but A was so angry that he slammed the door and left.

He dialed the internal line and asked, "Has the outside of the door been cleaned?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he hung up the phone slowly and sighed, "The power of money..."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Hongye knocked on the door, and opened the door after getting a response.

"Master Ogai, just now A and the ancestors came into contact again."

She passed the message sent by her subordinates to Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai rolled his eyes casually, and said, "There is no way to do this, after all, most of the people left over from the past are on the side of drugs."

In terms of other businesses, he has slowly been replaced by his people.

Compared with the benefits brought by drugs and more considerations, he needs a purer port mafia.

"Leave this matter to Dazai." There was a stern look in his eyes.

Ozaki Momiji frowned slightly, "I remember Dazai seems to be on vacation."

"There is no way." Mori Ogai fell on the back of the chair helplessly, "After all, this is something he provoked."

The scientific research institutes inside the Black Organization have made many underground organizations greedy for their research results on drugs.

Especially compared to the guy in the Hong Kong and Black Research Office who can only play lemon bombs, it is even more itchy.

If it weren't for the large number of supernatural beings in the port mafia, the black organization would not actively seek cooperation.

He did let Osamu Dazai do the negotiation with the Black Organization, and he was satisfied with the result, but the process disrupted his plan.

He originally wanted to clean up the legacy of the ancestors step by step, but now he was forced by Dazai to do it ahead of time.

"Don't you need to send someone to help him?" Hongye said, shaking her fan lightly, "Chuya just happened to be fine today."

"It's okay." Mori Ogai still had an inscrutable smile on his face, "He will definitely be able to solve it."

"And there is Miss Wankong by his side."

Mori Ogai rubbed his temples, "This kid is really a headache..."

Osamu Dazai has been dancing on his bottom line, but there is nothing he can do about him. Mori Ogai doesn't know if he calculated that A will come to his office to complain, and he will tolerate his small movements.

"Let him teach A a lesson, lest A go to the office and yell at me every day, even forgetting that I am the leader."

When he said the last sentence, the coldness on Mori Ogai's body even moved Momiji.

"Yes, Ogai-sama."

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In the afternoon, Uchiha Wansora's door was knocked.

In the room, Osamu Dazai was reclining on the sofa watching TV. After hearing the sound, he sat up and threw Miki with a ball of paper.

"Xiao Meiji, go and open the door."

Osamu Dazai was at home today, but Uchiha Wansora had to go out to work, so Miki didn't go to the landlady in order to prevent someone from getting bored and moldy.

Although they still do their own things at home, the strange thing is.That sense of boredom and loneliness does take away a little.

Meiji was tilted by the paintbrush he smashed, and smashed the ball of paper back with a black face.

"You're so close to the door!"

"But I'm barefoot!" Osamu Dazai stretched out his feet and shook them in front of her.

Meiji took a glance, his slippers were under the small sofa, and he himself was lying on the couch, I really don't know what happened.

But she will never admit defeat!

Miki endured the humiliation and picked up the slippers and threw them at Osamu Dazai's feet, "Put them on! Go and open the door."

Osamu Dazai slumped on the sofa as if he had no bones, holding the bandaged cat doll in his arms, and said lazily: "Oh, Miki, you've been walking here, why don't you just go and open the door."

"You, you——" Miki's eyes widened, pointing at Osamu Dazai's hand and trembling with anger, she had never seen such a brazen person.

The knock on the door rang again regularly.

Osamu Dazai put his hands around his mouth in a trumpet shape, "Go quickly, Miki~ What if someone is in a hurry to find Kong-chan?"

Meiji angrily dragged her shoes to open the door, and the floor was trampled with a "dong dong" sound.

She moved the small stool to the back of the door, looked outside vigilantly through the peephole, and found that it was the police lady she knew, so she opened the door.

"Xiao Meiji." The police lady changed into casual clothes, holding a file bag in her hand, seeing that it was Meiji who opened the door, she handed her a small red velvet cake.

"Is there any adult in your house?" the police lady asked.

Miki was overjoyed, and shouted into the room: "Osamu Dazai! Come out to pick up the guests!"

No matter how bad you are, you still have to get up!Miki thought happily.

Only then did Osamu Dazai unsteadily put down the doll in his hand.

When he got up, he accidentally put the bandaged cat upside down, and he straightened it up before walking over.

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai walked over and asked, his hand was still preventing Miki from hitting him, and he slapped Miki's nose with his backhand and pinched her red.

The police lady smiled and watched the big and the young fighting, and then took out the things from the file bag and handed them over.

It was a license for setting up a stall, and the red stamp showed its authenticity.

"I'll leave the things to you. This is Meiji's reward for being brave, but Xiao Meiji."

The police lady squatted down and looked at Meiji.

"Fighting the bad guys is still left to the police brothers and sisters. You just need to tell us where there are bad guys."

Meiji blinked her eyes and pointed to the side, "He, he is the biggest villain!"

The police lady turned her head in surprise, and met a clean and fresh smiling face.

Wearing a blue hoodie with bandages around his left eye, neck and hands, Dazai looked like a student resting at home due to injuries.

It's just that he looks familiar, and the police lady can't remember where she saw him for a while.

"Well, public revenge is not allowed!" The police lady patted Meiji on the head, "Xiao Meiji wants to get along well with her brother."

Meiji wrinkled her face and muttered, "Who wants to get along well with this idiot."

Osamu Dazai rubbed his head and smiled helplessly: "I can't help it, Miki likes her eldest sister too much."

The police lady also nodded, and said with a smile: "Understood, understood."

The stay-at-home mafia strikes up a friendly chat with Miss Constable.

When the police lady was about to walk back to the district police station, she suddenly remembered why that person looked so familiar.

She ran all the way back, rushed to her seat, and turned on the computer as quickly as possible to access the intranet.

"Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai... found it!" The police lady clicked on the photo.

Just now I saw a young man full of family atmosphere appearing in the photo.

The photo is not very clear, it only shows his profile.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a black suit, with a coat over his shoulders, and pointed a gun at someone.

The warmth had completely faded away, and he was surrounded by a sharp and cold aura, surrounded by a group of black suits with no expression on his face.

He was completely different from the young man with a clean and bright smile she had just met.

If it weren't for the bandages wrapped around her body, she wouldn't even be able to match the two.

There is very little news about Osamu Dazai.

All I know is that this young man is a new member who has just joined the port mafia. He is clever and ruthless.

Many old gangsters were convinced by him, and changed their tune and began to call "Mr. Dazai".

"Xiao Meiji didn't lie..." The police lady recovered and realized that her hands were shaking.

"...I actually stayed face to face with a mafia for so long just now!"

The hand of the police lady holding the mobile phone trembled, and she failed to dial the number for her superior several times.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai covered his heart, "Xiao Miki really made me sad, she really wanted to hand me over to the police."

Meiji curled her lips, "But she won't believe my words at all."

"Hey, Xiao Meiji knows?"

Osamu Dazai sat back on the sofa again, holding the doll and shaking his head, "I thought the head of the family really wanted to drive me out of the house."

Meiji dragged the small stool back to sit in front of her easel, skillfully picked up the palette to color, "Can't I scare you first?"

Osamu Dazai buried his face on the doll, pretending to be trembling: "I'm so scared!"

It would have been more convincing if he hadn't smiled.

"Because if you are really in prison, the eldest sister will go to deliver you prison meals, and maybe she will take me with you."

"I don't want to go to prison at all!"

"So it's better for you to stay at home, at least there will be much less trouble."

Osamu Dazai let out an "oops" and said, "I thought you would think it would be easier for me to die."

Meiji curled her lips, "Even if the whole world is dead, maybe you are still alive, maybe you did it."

"It's really sad what you said."

Meiji asked back: "Isn't it?"

"I found out that day, you don't care about other people's death or your own death."

Meiji still remembered the trampled marshmallow that day, the annoying pointed chin, and the expressions of the other uncles in black suits.

In the end, it was Osamu Dazai who shot.At that time, she discovered a very interesting thing.

"I caught you watching the dying."

"When you point a gun at someone, you don't shoot right away, you look at their expressions."

"I was thinking about what you were looking at. It took me a long time to understand."

"You're watching them survive."

"Thinking about why they want to live before they die."

"But none of the answers given to you by those dead people are satisfactory to you."

"So in order to find out the answer, maybe you will really destroy the world."

"As for who dies, you don't care."

Since she started to learn to draw, Meiji has observed the world more carefully. She will think about everything she sees, and then draw them into her paintings.

Meiji moved away from the drawing board behind her, revealing the painting.

A bandaged black cat stood on the wall, its iris-colored eyes calmly watching the biting cats and dogs below.

The indifference of a bystander seeping from the bones is vividly outlined.

The expression of the cat is similar to that of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's eyes became darker, looking at the little girl with furrowed brows in front of him, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

"Xiao Meiji is worthy of being the head of the family..."

Miki crossed her hips and poked Dazai Osamu on the forehead.

"So if it really doesn't work, you can learn from my elder sister. If you persist, you may find a reason to live."

Some people persevere only when they see hope, while others see hope only when they persevere.

Uchiha Wansora has always belonged to the latter, but fortunately her persistence was not in vain.

She did find hope.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, as if he was seriously thinking about Miki's opinion.

"Ah, but this is very tiring..."

Miki put down the hand that was poking his forehead, and turned to touch the back of the TV cabinet.

"Michi, what are you doing?"

Meiji replied without raising her head: "You are hopeless, take it away, I will count how much money is left in the coffin."