My baby tamer can't be the leader

Seeing that Dazai showed a little struggling expression, I immediately chased after the victory, "If I lose, I won't care about you this time!"

He glanced at me helplessly, and sighed, "This is playing tricks, Xiaoqi."

It's just that he said so, but he actually put on an attitude of resignation, especially because he rarely wears thin clothes today, coupled with the expression of pursing his lips and drooping eyes, he looks like a flower in the wind. Lonely and helpless Xiaobai... Xiaoheilian.

At this moment, I feel something is wrong instead, how can I put it, isn't he regressing a little too fast...?Is he the type to regress so easily?

And to be honest, from my experience, once this guy is involved in betting or something, he will be more... how to say, more excited than usual?I can't say I'm excited, but it's very subtle, super subtle, just like a beast that has entered a state of predation, and the feeling it gives me will be completely different from usual.

Just when I was suspicious, Dazai added another sentence, "In addition to this, can you agree to one more request? Of course, correspondingly, if I lose, I can also agree to your two requests?"

"What request?" The cat in my arms and I showed a vigilant look at the same time, "You don't want to say anything later, do you? Deny it! Deny it now!"

"Huh? No." He shook his head and answered me softly, "It's not a big deal, I just hope that in the future, at some point, you can trust me a little more... that's all."

When he said this, the pair of beautiful amber eyes were just at the dividing line of the shadows, the one reflecting the warm sun was like a clear mountain stream embracing the sun, the other hidden in the shadow. The dark eyes are as deep as an endless abyss.

... Here again, this sense of separation.

This kind of feeling that he obviously didn't want to do it, but was pushed forward by something, someone, or something.

This is an era of freedom, but some people are not born to be loved by freedom... Maybe they just want to find an anchor point where they can rest for a while among the uncertain hearts.

I touched the cat in my arms who was looking up at me with complicated emotions, "You are the one, trust me a little more."

When Dazai responded and turned his face to look at me, I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder lightly, and just remembered Miyazaki Yuna's swearing at me before, so I said half jokingly and half seriously, "Even if You're really involved in the dark, and I still won't let you go—what's your expression?"

Seeing that Dazai suddenly showed a dazed expression that can only be revealed under excessive shock, although it was only fleeting, but it was enough to pay attention to him, I suddenly smelled something wrong, "...here Let me wait, you won't really plan to give me such a big surprise, will you?"

Damn, no way!The prophet is actually my roommate? ?

Uh uh uh, if you want to ask me what I think, then I definitely can't accept it!After all, I have never seen what the mafia is like before. Even if I wanted to see it a few years ago, it would not be so easy, okay...

But I don't know why my first reaction was a bald macho with a watermelon knife on the left and the right white tiger... By the way, what does the Japanese mafia do?The only impression I have of them now is what I saw on TV before, the entertainment news of 'Japanese Mafia switched to buying milk tea'...

"You don't really want to let go of the good financial industry to collect protection fees, do you?"

As a result, Dazai seemed to calm down after hearing this, and asked me, "Really?"

"...What is it true?" I was confused by his rhetorical question.

"Even if I did, can you forgive me?"

At this moment, I feel that if the question mark on my forehead can become a reality, then throw that question mark into the Mariana Trench, and tomorrow there will be an extra Mount Everest on the earth...

As far as Nima is outrageous, what kind of problem is this? !

"No, wait a minute, Japan, what are the mafia here doing? Will they send their subordinates to Thailand and come back to be entertainers??"

Dazai was silent for a moment, then turned his head suddenly and shook his shoulders not too clearly, and after a while, he clenched his fist with one hand, pressed it to his lips, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "No, at most it's just a matter of closing it down." It's just a protection fee."

"So, are you really...? By the way, if you join the Japanese Mafia, you still have to call the leader your own...?"

"Only this one is absolutely not." For some reason, Dazai's expression showed a faint disgust at this moment, "As for my situation... I was going to tell you, please wait a little longer ? After all, it’s not an honorable thing, so it’s best to talk about it in private.”

Now I am completely out of the mood to chat with him, I just want to drag him to the destination immediately, and then start to ask him what kind of good things he did behind my back... What the hell, I was only for a while Without looking at him, he started messing with me!

How can I explain this to other friends if I go back?They asked me what I learned in Japan, could I answer them, I only learned one thing, never let Dazai out of my sight? !I'm not a pervert!Who would have such a strong desire to control!

Perhaps realizing that I was not in a good mood at the moment, Dazai straightened his back knowingly, quickened his pace, and finally took me to a stop in front of a cafe named Poirot.

I didn't pay much attention to the name of this cafe at first, but when I looked up absently, I suddenly saw a familiar name on the signboard on the second floor.

The Mori Detective Agency... I seem to have heard of it somewhere...?

It’s just that for me, memorizing people’s names is actually quite a difficult job, especially Japanese names... Although it has been much better in the past two years, if I only heard or read it once or twice, I will recall it immediately It's still difficult for some strong people.

And right now is not the time to remember these things well, after picking a seat in the farthest corner and sitting down, the blond waiter who was standing behind the cashier immediately greeted him with a refreshing smile.

I stuffed the bag behind the chair, and put the cat, which had been quietly held by me, on the chair next to it, and signaled Dazai to help me with it.

It's just that when I noticed the waiter's eyes on me and the cat, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed... By the way, can the cafe bring the cat in... I forgot to ask when I just came in...

"Ah, by the way, if the cat needs it, we can provide chicken breasts for free?" Somewhat beyond my expectation, instead of reminding me to take care of my pet, the other party kindly planned to provide some extra services.

Of course, from an operational point of view, it can also be explained that this is a means of retaining customers that depends on the positioning of the industry... Stop, it would be too boring to apply every detail of life to cold theories a little.

"That's too embarrassing, I will pay for it."

In the end, Dazai took up the conversation with a smile on the contrary, "It's okay, Xiao Qi, Mr. Amuro Toru and I are also considered acquaintances, you're welcome~"

...Is it my delusion, I always felt that Dazai's tone just now seemed not very kind...?

The expression on the face of the waiter named Toru Amuro remained motionless, and the smile on his face was almost the same as Dazai's smirk, "That's true, please feel welcome."

I pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that Dazai's interpersonal relationship seemed to be really weird from the beginning to the end. Anyway, it was a strange thing that normal people couldn't understand. Just please."

Dazai didn't act like a monster anymore, as if the implication of the imminent saber-rattling at a certain moment just now was my illusion, he ordered a cup of coffee and a glass of milk quite naturally, and added a small cake.

Seeing Toru Amuro nodded at us and turned to walk towards the back kitchen, I couldn't wait to ask Dazai, "Can we talk now?"

He groaned, and then suddenly touched the corner of the side table, as if he had taken something from there, and then crushed it with a click.

"What are you pinching...?"

"It's just trash, don't worry about it." Dazai took a tissue, wrapped it around it, and stuffed it into his pocket, "Just find a place to throw it away after you go out."

Although it was a bit strange, I was too busy asking him about more important matters, so I didn't pay much attention to it as he said.

He didn't make any more detours this time, but told me quite directly, "Xiaoqi, do you still remember the 'special channel' I told you about?"

"Ah, you mean... you found a breakthrough from the Mafia?"

Dazai responded in a low voice, "It's not considered a mafia... Anyway, it's a similar organization. This is the most convenient and quickest way."

"No, although I don't know much about the 'vigorous social organization' here, but this kind of thing is not easy to come by, right?" I frowned and asked, "What did you do?"

"Well..." He smiled inexplicably, "It's just a cooperation in research and development in certain fields. In terms of nature, even if they happen to happen, it doesn't matter to me. I'm just a Ordinary, kept in the dark collaborator."

This rhetoric ghost will believe it!

"What fields are they?" I asked, "Is it possible to say this?"

"Xiaoqi, have you ever heard a saying... The 21st century is the century of life sciences." Dazai raised his slender index finger and gently pressed it to his lips, those bottomless iris-colored eyes At this moment, it looks like an amber stone covered with a layer of dark red mist, mysterious and mocking, "Some people regard this sentence as an inspiration on their way forward, while others..."

"—see it as the key to eternal life."