My baby tamer can't be the leader

If it was brainwashed, it would still take a lot of effort to untie it... especially if the person who did it was another himself.

Just when Osamu Dazai frowned slightly and thought about going in a more and more ominous direction, the protagonist in the case interrupted his train of thought dumbfounded, "There's no need to think so badly of yourself, right?"

"Haven't you considered such a possibility, Miss?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "Perhaps you can think carefully about whether there is a gap in your memory?"

Xia Qi replied angrily, "No, and he has no reason to do so!"

This is not necessarily the case... But Osamu Dazai didn't say it after all, he just curled his lips, folded his hands in front of his body, raised his jaw slightly, and signaled her to look forward.

In the open space on the side of the shadow of the building, two men in suits and leather shoes were pressing each other's shoulders, and a few men in black beside them quickly rushed up after seeing Osamu Dazai.

"Bringing Mafia at the port to build bridges for other organizations... That's all." He said softly, tilting his head slightly, and took the pistol respectfully handed over by his subordinates. There was no sarcasm or pity, it was shockingly hollow, "And because of my own greed, I planned to help them transport drugs into Yokohama... Should I say you are brave, or are you simply stupid?"

The man who was forced to kneel on the ground raised his head desperately, screaming because his actions caused the wound left by the previous interrogation, and pleading that he was only forced to make a living, let alone a small amount That kind of thing doesn't affect the rule of the port Mafia at all, it's just that he can give all the income, and only ask Dazai Osamu to save his life.

But when he saw Osamu Dazai's expression remained unmoved, he finally broke down and cursed angrily, "You—"

When Osamu Dazai just spoke, he turned his head and whispered to Xia Qi, "I bet his next sentence must be 'devil'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party yelled out these two words as he expected, accompanied by all kinds of extremely vicious curses.

"It's so boring." The young man sighed, and showed Xia Qi the gun he was holding in his hand slowly. Constantly oppressed by pressing despair.

This was supposed to be a scary sight, but the woman in front of her didn't show much sympathy except for a little discomfort.

Probably noticing Osamu Dazai's inquiry, she lowered her head slightly, with a slight sigh in her expression, "Even in the place where I was born, such a crime is undoubtedly a death penalty."

"Hey... is this actually true?" The black-haired boy said with great interest, "I thought it was all fake~"

After speaking, he turned his head again, showing a little impatient look, "Last chance, if you don't plan to say anything, then—"

Just as Xia Qi looked at the gun that Dazai Osamu forcibly stuffed over, and was holding her forehead with a face of headache, the traitor who had been pressed down all the time suddenly let out a cry of pain, and then pretended not to know where it came from With strength, he struggled hard, and directly broke free from the man in black beside him, and rushed straight at Dazai Zhizhi.

In the far corner, a pure black cat stared at all this with cold eyes, and because of the violent fluctuations of emotions, it transformed into vertical slender pupils full of aura.

Its tail flicked slightly for a moment, but in the next second, it disappeared in place.

……

Almost without any thought, I pulled Osamu Dazai subconsciously, hugged the slender boy from behind and hugged him in my arms, stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

Ignoring the pain from the tailbone, I held the gun and aimed it at the traitor who also turned his head, and said quickly, "Pull the safety."

Osamu Dazai reacted very quickly to release the insurance for me. After I instinctively tightened my arms slightly, it was as if I had gained infinite courage from the person in my arms, allowing me to face the menacing face without hesitation. Watching the man who tried to pounce again, he pulled the trigger.

Although they are not the same person in the true sense... But under such circumstances, this similar illusion alone is enough.

——If you want to ask me what I am thinking at this moment, I think my first reaction is that if Osamu Dazai’s subordinates shoot, they may accidentally injure me and him, so I must keep my figure as low as possible. It's self-defense... By the way, he subconsciously lowered the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the side of the opponent's abdomen.

Although there are many internal organs in this place, in fact, if it is a gunshot wound, it may be easier to heal than a wound on the leg... After all, there is an aorta in the leg.

As for the fact that Mafia will not let him go even if he is not dead, it has nothing to do with me. What he committed is an unforgivable crime, and it is enough for me to have a clear conscience.

But the moment I pulled the trigger, I realized...there's no bullets in this gun? ?

It's just that the gunshot did rang out... The person in front of him also fell to the ground in response, and pools of blood slowly spread from under him.

It was Osamu Dazai's subordinates who fired the shots.

"...Why?" The young man who was wrapped around my waist didn't even look at the traitor who fell in front of him, but turned his head with a slightly puzzled brow. The posture in front of me held my wrist holding the gun, "If there are bullets in this gun, your wrist will be injured? Ah, you know that."

Reluctantly, I waved his hand away, trembling instinctively... Although I can be considered to have seen many similar situations, but--this is the first time that such a close and vivid example ah.

Anger and instinct-based fear almost burned my sanity in a flash, but after it overflowed a certain critical point, I regained my sanity... I am even calmer now than at any other moment.

After breathing out for a moment and being calmed down, I let go of the hand he was holding, and let the gun fall to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

Dazai Osamu's pupils shrank slightly, and his light-colored lips were slightly pursed, showing a look of hesitation.

"It seems that you have made up your mind to test me in this way, Dazai-kun?" I said softly, "Then it was my mistake earlier, I shouldn't confuse the difference between you and him, sorry, It will never happen again in the future, I am sorry for the previous faux pas, and the apology will be sent to the port Mafia later."

After putting my hands on the ground without dragging my feet, and retreating back a certain distance, I frowned indistinctly, and lamented in my heart that my waist and hips had suffered such an indiscriminate disaster.

——To be honest, it’s really not very heavy. Although it’s a boy’s skeleton, it’s not so thin that it’s frighteningly thin to the touch. Do I go up some more?

But after multiplying this weight by two and adding the acceleration of gravity, then I don't have such excellent physical fitness to laugh it off!

If it wasn't for being in front of outsiders, I would have gasped and covered the injured area and started rubbing... But now I still have to straighten my back, even the expression on my face, and even the curvature of the corners of my lips. Can't change it.

... This is the first time I have felt the existence of 'loneliness' since I came to this world.

Follows like a shadow, like a bone erosion.

If this is the nature that Dazai has been fighting against all along, if this pain is also imposed on me, then I don't think I can perform better than him no matter what.

There is a price to be paid for insisting on self-dignity, which is the same for everyone.

The young man who was still in the original posture raised his eyes and looked at me a little helplessly. The coat on his shoulders was dragged to the ground, making his figure even more thin and fragile.

But compared to the sympathy I felt for loving my house and my crow before, I am now determined to exclude all external influences, and treat Osamu Dazai as an independent individual from then on. So the way of doing things now should be... an ordinary partner?

It's because I shouldn't have placed extra expectations on other individuals... This can be regarded as paying for my own arrogance, and even if the object is Osamu Dazai, then this is indeed his mercy.

However, it still hurts! !

……

Enduring the pain in front of him, a gleam of anger flashed in the eyes of the lonely woman - this is normal, he has already been mentally prepared for the next step, whether it is a hoarse questioning or a furious scolding... But the kind of prairie fire The color of his face was fleeting, and in the next second, the other party changed his expression.

That was... the expression he saw most often on Mori Ogai.

The almost impersonal consideration, inspection, and deliberation are so fast that they are almost instantaneous judgments, followed by a decent smile without a trace of error.

She even bent down slightly, never mentioned the whisper just now, stretched out her hand to him, and said with concern, "Mr. Dazai, are you alright? I'm sorry, the incident happened suddenly just now, and I overstepped a little bit."

Rather than asking for an explanation, Xia Qi didn't even give him a chance, and made a decision on her own.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously grabbed the coat on his shoulder with his backhand, avoiding her hand, as if he could avoid her decision in this way, "It's not me."

He spoke extremely fast, even with a rare sense of anxiety, "If it was my order, this method would be too clumsy... His reaction just now was more like—"

Saying this, he turned around abruptly, flicked the coat on his shoulders, and seemed to be running away. Under the silent gaze of the other party, he walked up to the lifeless traitor, waved away with one hand, and was at a loss what to do. The subordinates gathered around, please keep them away.

Osamu Dazai glanced around the body of the person who fell on the ground, then paused his gaze on the neck of the other person, and said in a very soft tone, "Go and block the nearby roads, and call out the surveillance cameras of these buildings to me."

After he reached out and pointed at the surrounding tall buildings, his subordinates immediately took orders and scattered as if they had been pardoned.

Only then did he squat down, gently pull out a silver needle from the side of the traitor's neck, and after staring deeply for a moment, he raised his hand to stop a subordinate who hadn't had time to go far, and motioned the other party to take this Take a needle for testing.

After doing all this, Osamu Dazai froze for a moment for no reason.

He seldom has some kind of...an emotion close to anxiety, even when making that...decision that determines his entire future destiny, he doesn't hesitate at all.

Anxiety about an unexpected future, an item that was stolen and briefly possessed, and an uncertain future.

He raised his hand to remove the bandage on his right eye, and slowly wrapped it back to the left side.

When turning his head away, Osamu Dazai didn't even dare to look into the other's eyes subconsciously, but turned his head calmly, staring at the tall buildings of Mafia port beside him, "Sorry... I may have a premonition that something might happen , but... I didn't expect it to be in this form."

But the other party did not respond to him immediately, but after a moment of stalemate, he asked him a question that had nothing to do with the previous one, "...Why do you want to change the bandage?"

"Because it was on this side from the beginning." Osamu Dazai is rare to answer any questions, and even explained simply and neatly, "The reason why he was entangled on the right side before is because this side suffered a little bit during the mission. It's just an injury... Now that the injury is almost healed, I'll change it back."

It was just a dream, and it was indeed time for the curtain call.

"It's...is that so?" There was a little trance in her voice, "Why do you feel different?"

"Yeah, it's different, me and him..." He raised his lips without a smile, raised his eyes slightly, met her gaze, and was instantly blurred by the emotion in her eyes shook in place,

"Wait--"