Dazai's Cross-World Help

"Master Dazai, is there something wrong?" Agent B looked at Dazai who had not responded for a long time, and asked with some doubts.

"No, no."

Dazai put away his exposed emotions, returned the mobile phone in his hand to Agent B, and then ordered: "Don't pay attention to him anymore, go to other work."

"Yes."

Agent B pushed the door open and left. After stepping out of the room, he looked back in a strange way, and looked in through the closed door.

Mr. Dazai, who was revered by everyone, sat there quietly, the black suit he was wearing blended with the shadows in the room, the corners of his mouth were obviously raised, and there was even a slight smile, but he could only feel repressed.

Breathing is exhausting.

With the closed door, everything returned to calm.

Agent B stood there, looking at the heavy door silently, as if he wanted to see something through the door.The excitement that Mr. Dazai praised just now faded away, and he felt a little sad for no reason.

【Are you angry? 】In the nearly dead room, the world consciousness that has been observing asked aloud.

He was a little confused. In his opinion, the behavior of Zi'an and the five people was normal, but Dazai's behavior made him uncertain.

"It's just a little unexpected." Dazai replied softly.

Random steps vary greatly.

It can be easily seen from the video that Luanbu is well taken care of, the smile on his face is much brighter than when he first saw him, and his whole body is shining.

Dazai lowered his eyes.

Does that count as staying in the sun?

Although he was sincerely wondering what the brain circuits of these players were like.

[I thought you didn't care about them. ] From the perspective of the world consciousness, Dazai pays too much attention to Ranpo, and at the same time, Dazai is still collecting information on members who should belong to the Armed Detective Agency.

In order not to arouse Mori Ogai's suspicion, and to prevent someone who is interested in discovering something, Dazai has been searching for messy and useless information on a large scale, and among the collected information, he is filtering what he needs.

…………

After a moment of silence, Dazai said with a smile. "I think so too."

Normally speaking, according to the development of this world, he and Ranpo should only meet by chance.

The group of people from the Armed Detective Agency were also strangers.

— This attention is a kind of empathy.

Memories from the main world are always disturbing him.

Memory is really a wonderful thing.

At the moment of receiving the memory, even he was shaken for a moment.

Is he now 'Dazai' who just joined the port mafia at the age of 15, or 'Dazai Osamu' who lost his best friend at the age of 22, was betrayed by Mr. Mori, defected from the port mafia and joined the armed detective agency?

What the book brings to him is not only the 22-year memory of Dazai Osamu in the main world, but also the extremely strong and terrified feelings that have been accumulated for 22 years.

Reason and emotion were entangled in his mind.

Forget it, so be it, what's the difference?

He can't deny his 22-year relationship and memory, and he is even affected by it all the time. Does it really matter who he is?

…………

Thoughts stopped abruptly, Dazai looked towards the door.

After the unhurried knock on the door fell, a familiar female voice sounded.

"Master Dazai, it's time for dinner." Saying that, the door was pushed open——

Noticing that the rice ball was not carrying a lunch box, Dazai not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression was very subtle.

After entering the office, Fantuan held the doorknob and tried to open the door as far as possible, and then the sound of wheels rolling could be heard in the corridor.

Wait, wheels?Dazai vaguely felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, behind the rice balls was Akutagawa Gin pushing the dining cart.

The sound of the wheels that Dazai heard just now came from the dining car, and the onigiri opened the door to the maximum, so that the dining car could be successfully pushed in.

Seeing Fantuan and Akutagawa Gin's tacit understanding, one helped him clean up his desk, and the other put the food from the dining car on his desk one after another, Dazai became suspicious. When did the two of them get mixed up? ?

"I don't seem to agree with you coming in?" Dazai's tone was hesitant.

After all, the other party's actions are so natural, it should have such an attitude.

"I see that you didn't refuse, so I think you acquiesced." Fantuan said calmly without stopping to set the tableware.

With the experience of feeding Dazai every day and fighting wits with Dazai in the past few days, Fantuan is obviously much more talkative than when he first entered the game.

"..." Listening to Fantuan's irrational speech, Dazai looked at the large and small dinner plates that had already filled the desk.

He felt a chill and suffocation.

It was horrible, the intensity of the emotion.He closed his eyes, is he going to live in this fiery hell in the future?

Dazai smiled, as if trying to restrain himself.

He asked: "I remember Yin Jun, your salary seems to be unable to afford these?"

"Ah, the leader said, as long as I keep the bill, the company can reimburse you for the expenses of preparing lunch." Hearing what Dazai said, Onigiri replied.

This is a rare feeling for rice balls, and Mori Ogai is not bad.

"Huh?" Dazai's calm image in front of Onigiri and Akutagawa Gin disappeared, and he widened his kite-colored eyes in disbelief.

"You mean Chief Sen?" Is this a joke?

The expression of the black-haired boy looked extremely surprised. He stood up and kept retreating in resistance.

"What the hell is Mr. Mori thinking? Isn't this even more disgusting?"

"You two quickly take all these things away!!!"

"Standing at the door! You are responsible for protecting my safety, right? My life is under great threat right now. I am so disgusted that I am about to die! Take all these things away!"

The bodyguards who heard the voice at the door came in and looked at each other with Akutagawa Gin and Fantuan in the room.

"What are you still hesitating about? Do you want me to repeat the order again? Put these things on the table..."

"Wait, let's send it all to Chuya." Dazai gradually calmed down as he thought that Chuu would turn pale with shock when he received the food he sent.

Sure enough, all of this was Mr. Mori's fault.

Finding that Dazai was too resistant, it came from Chief Mori's air-feeding. Onigiri and Akutagawa Gin looked at each other, and silently took the food away, leaving only one curry rice.

Until everyone left, Dazai rubbed his temples and sat down on the sofa again.

"Did you find the player I asked you to find two days ago?" Dazai asked the world consciousness.

[I found it, I found it! 】

Hearing the affirmative answer from the world consciousness, Dazai showed a smile full of expectation from the heart.

"Be sure to arrange him with Mr. Mori." It is best to send both Mr. Sen and Alice to debut.

From this point of view, this group of players is still somewhat useful.

Dazai has already begun to look forward to seeing Mr. Mori being tossed terribly by this group of players with strange brain circuits.

[Understood, just leave it to me. 】

A few days ago, Dazai asked World Consciousness to find the most unique player.

Of course the world consciousness agreed with all their mouths. Although they promised very well, the world consciousness began to be confused when they turned their heads.

What is the most distinctive player?

After thinking about it, the world consciousness opened up the high dimension to the game forum.

He rummaged through it, and finally found a post that looked very unique.

Chi Chi had countless followers on this post, and was even complained countless times, but the person who posted it was outrageous, and she reprimanded all the people who criticized her.

The world awareness probably turned over, and I was shocked and moved at the same time. Presumably this person is the unique player Mr. Dazai is looking for, right?

The Port Mafia interviewer has been feeling drained lately.

During this period of time, for some unknown reason, the number of people applying for employment has increased dramatically, and he has to say countless times of rejection every day.

He tiredly flipped through the entry application form in his hand, ignored the gaudy self-introduction written on it, and looked directly at the personal ability at the end.

Seeing this made him feel refreshed.

It is actually a rare healing ability, and it says that no matter what kind of damage you receive, it can be easily healed.

"The most gentleman, right?" The exhaustion on the interviewer's face disappeared, and he stared at the white-haired girl in front of him with bright eyes.

The chief once gave orders.

Once you encounter a person with healing abilities, you must keep them at all costs.

"Yes, it's me. I prefer to be called by my name." The white-haired girl raised her eyes, glanced at the interviewer, and said in a flat tone.

"Uh...Miss Big Mustang, can you use a power on me?" The interviewer was silent for a moment, and said the name with some difficulty.

How could someone call it the biggest Mustang?

The interviewer didn't understand, and the interviewer was shocked.

Thinking of the same naming method of those people who applied for jobs recently, the interviewer couldn't help but wonder if he was old and couldn't keep up with the thinking of young people.

Hearing the interviewer's words, Big Mustang sneered.

"I haven't spoken yet, why are you in a hurry?"

The interviewer was taken aback. "Do you have any questions?"

"Let's talk about your company's business philosophy first." Big Mustang sat on the stool and asked lazily with his legs raised.

"What is your company's plan for the next few years?"

"What project is the company specializing in now? How much money has it invested?"

"When is the company going to go public?"

"Let me talk about my requirements first. I require a salary of no less than 3000 million per month. My clothing, food, housing and transportation company needs to be fully responsible. The house I live in should not be less than [-] square meters. In addition, I will be assigned a housekeeper and a nutritionist. , a stylist, and a driver."

"Oh, by the way, I also need professionals to help me invest and manage money."

"It's best not to work every day, I just lie at home."

After listening to Da Mustang's series of requests, the interviewer heard the sound of something breaking in his head.

He sneered and asked, "how about you come directly to be the boss?"

As if he couldn't understand the interviewer's sarcasm, Da Yema nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is what you should do."