Dazai's Cross-World Help

Something rang in his ears, a little noisy, which made Dazai's relaxed eyebrows twitch.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb that adult."

Someone said so.

This sentence seemed to be recognized by other people, and the surrounding voices dropped suddenly.

Dazai's vague consciousness began to come back, as if being fished up from some bottomless abyss, he felt his body lighten suddenly.

A very faint scent of incense lingered at the tip of his nose.

The cushions are also too subtle to the touch.

The answer is obvious, he, Osamu Dazai, the leader of the port mafia, was kidnapped in the leader's office.

Dazai lying on the table did not open his eyes, but was thinking quietly.

Who can break through the port mafia's defenses and take him from the chief's office?

What is the purpose of taking him away?

In just a few seconds, Dazai calculated no less than twenty possibilities.

What happened before this?Dazai ponders what happened before he woke up, but the results are vague.

He remembered very clearly that the last second he was correcting the document in the chief's office. The content of the document was that the player wanted to expand the headquarters, saying that according to the current development speed of the port mafia, the current headquarters would not be able to keep up with the pace of development in two years, the player We proposed to directly expand the current headquarters by three times.

And after that……?

There was a fault in the memory here, and he continued to pretend to be asleep and eavesdrop on people's conversations.

Maybe not kidnapping?

Although people's voices have been put to the softest, Dazai can still hear something, and the name that appears most frequently in people's mouths is 'that lord'.

Who is 'that lord'?

Dazai's doubts were quickly answered.

As if afraid that he would catch a cold, someone covered him with a blanket from behind, this overly intimate move made Dazai tremble, and the blanket that had just covered him was shaken off.

The room fell silent for an instant.

"My...my lord, did I wake you up?" A young voice tremblingly sounded behind him.

Now this situation is obviously not suitable for continuing to pretend to be asleep, Dazai slowly opened his eyes, judging from the layout of the room, his position is the main one, and he can easily have a panoramic view of everything in the room.

In other words, the adult they were talking about was him.

Dazai's eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the room, collecting clues bit by bit.

This is a mixed-style room, and it looks a little nondescript at first glance. The wallpaper, floor, ceiling, baseboards, and built-in shelves are all European-style.

But the knife holders, tea sets, and hanging paintings placed on the seats are full of Japanese style.

Everything in the house is full of stitching.

Finally, Dazai's gaze shifted to the documents placed in his hand.

'Old Tokyo Inspection Plan'

'Call for Public Opinions'

'Decision to move the capital'

………………

A bad feeling arises spontaneously.

Dazai lowered his eyes, he didn't speak, the emotions of the people in the room seemed to fluctuate with him, everyone changed from the activeness just now, and the atmosphere in the air became dull.

Before Dazai could reply, the young man who had just covered him with a blanket seemed to be even more frightened. He quickly walked up to Dazai, knelt on the ground with one knee, and buried his head deeply. "My lord, I really didn't mean to."

The young man was wearing a decent suit, and his body was trembling slightly. Dazai noticed that there were several young men dressed in the same clothes as the young man not far away, who seemed to be clerks.

"It's okay." Dazai's expression was very natural, his kite-colored eyes stared at the restless people in front of him, and he asked softly with a smile, "It's been so long, has your discussion reached a result?"

No one could tell that Dazai didn't know this group of people at all, and he didn't know what they were discussing.

He just judged the most appropriate words through people's micro expressions and his attitude towards him when he spoke.

"No...not yet." Hearing Dazai's words, the people below replied eagerly, their eyes wandering, and their hearts were extremely guilty.

We really can't blame them. Now we are in the stage where everything is difficult at the beginning. Everyone has their own ideas. In order to be perfect, they will not be able to make a decision for a while.

In addition, it was Dazai who made the final decision, and all the plans were put on the desk by Dazai. Dazai didn't speak, and they couldn't figure out what Dazai was thinking.

The air became awkward again.

"Since there is no result for so long, let's go here first." Flipping through the documents at hand one by one, the information revealed on them made Dazai's mood more delicate.

Dazai raised his eyes to look at the crowd again, and said calmly, "Do you have any objections?"

A group of elites dressed in suits and leather shoes shook their heads quickly.

They quickly packed up the materials on the conference table, looked up at Dazai stumbled and said, "Then, Mr. Dazai, we will leave first."

Under Dazai's deepening smile, they walked out one by one with the documents in their arms. The last middle-aged man who went out poked his head back as soon as he stepped out of the door. He spoke quickly, " Dazai-sama, remember to take care of yourself."

Dazai......

After everyone left, Dazai stood up slowly, and he looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

The style is still the same, but the difference is that the workmanship is more refined than before.

These are not clothes that an ordinary mafia boss can afford.

The more clues, the closer to an answer in his heart.

He drew out the Taidao placed on the knife holder.

The chrysanthemum imperial pattern engraved on the handle shows its extraordinary status.

Silently throwing the knife on the table, Dazai turned his head away from looking at the knife.

Not so good.

Dazai, who spent 10 minutes looking through the room, looked ugly.

Ambiguous titles, documents on the table, royal swords...

When these things are put together, the truth is ready to emerge.

What the hell did the players do?

He called out to the world consciousness in his heart.

However, the world consciousness that used to be called Bailing didn't seem to exist, Dazai reached out and touched the pages of the book that had been hidden between his pockets.

Can't see it anymore.

The book is completely useless.

It starts with figuring out what's going on.

Did he come to the parallel world, or did the players do something behind his back?

At this moment, Dazai's mind reverberated again, what a certain purple-haired player said.

'Launch a coup. '

After making sufficient mental preparations, Dazai pushed open the door of the meeting room, and when he saw the endless corridor and countless bodyguards, he closed the door expressionlessly.

"Master Dazai, you..." Those who were locked outside together also heard the joyful words of the bodyguard when Dazai came out.

Looking at the closed door, Dazai closed his eyes tiredly.

This sick world.

He didn't want to know what the second half of the bodyguard's sentence was, he just wanted to be alone now.

"Master Dazai has been in the meeting room for two hours, it seems that he is really busy recently." The bodyguard at the door of the meeting room whispered.

They had changed shifts once, but Dazai only opened the door to show his face, and never came out again. He also asked them to keep the door safe and not let anyone disturb him to approve the documents.

"Yeah, yeah, after all, the organization has just conquered the Kyushu area, so there must be a lot of documents that Wang needs to handle personally." Another bodyguard also joined the conversation after looking around.

Hearing what he called Dazai, the bodyguards who were close to him hurriedly hissed, "Ah, keep your voice down, didn't Dazai-sama say to call him that again when the grand ceremony is held tomorrow?"

"I can't wait anymore. Think about it. We followed the king all the way, starting from Yokohama, conquering Kanto and the central part...the last Kyushu was also conquered last month. I really can't hold back. I have always been Waiting for this day." When he spoke, the bodyguard's eyes lit up, and if he didn't remember that he was at work, he might have gestured with his hands.

"Brother, I understand your excitement. After work tonight, in order to celebrate Dazai-sama's victory in Japan, how many of our brothers are going to have a few drinks?" The bodyguards have been screened and determined to be loyal to Dazai before they are placed in the headquarters. Responsible for the guards, a group of people are all butchers. When they heard this kind of words at this time, all their blood boiled with excitement.

"Let's go, whoever doesn't drink will be kicked out of Mr. Dazai's support club!" A group of people made an appointment for tonight's drinking game.

"What are you mumbling about?" With a few maids holding clothes behind him, Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the bodyguards who seemed to be dereliction of duty, and asked in a cold voice.

"Do you think the work is too easy?"

A group of bodyguards fell silent instantly, and even the maids behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa trembled.

In the past two years, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's ruthless killing god appearance on the battlefield has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although they know that the possibility is extremely low, they are still afraid of being cut off by Akutagawa with Rashomon.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke snorted coldly, and he knocked lightly on the door of the conference room.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm Akutagawa, and I'm here to give you the dress you'll wear at tomorrow's ceremony."

One second, three seconds, ten seconds passed.

There was silence in the meeting room, and even the corridor became quiet.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm Akutagawa." The overly quiet atmosphere inside the door made Ryunosuke Akutagawa feel a little uncomfortable, and he knocked on the door again.

There was still no response at the door.

"Mr. Dazai hasn't come out, has he?" Akutagawa frowned, and his left hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist and kept tightening.

"No, no, Mr. Dazai opened the door once and told us not to disturb him to approve the documents, and he hasn't come out since then." The bodyguard who had been guarding said hastily.

Thinking of those staff members telling him just now that Mr. Dazai fell asleep because he was too exhausted during the meeting this morning, Ryunosuke Akutagawa hesitated, what if Mr. Dazai rested inside?

But Master Zhongyuan gave him thousands of instructions, telling him to deliver the gown to Mr. Dazai, and then watch Mr. Dazai change it to see if it fits. If there is a problem, he will change it overnight today.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dazai." Thinking of next year's celebration, Akutagawa Ryunosuke made up his mind and pushed open the door of the meeting room.

However, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was stunned at the first glance.

—— Dazai who was supposed to be in the meeting room disappeared.

Only the half-open windows were left rattling.

Mr. Dazai was kidnapped? ! !

Who is it?

Remnants of old Tokyo?

No, the remnants of old Tokyo have been killed logically.

Who would that be?

The old royal family?People from Kyushu?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression became more and more livid, there were too many, the organization had developed too fast in the past two years, and there were too many enemies.

No, you have to calm down, he is Mr. Dazai's disciple, you can't embarrass Mr. Dazai, his words and deeds represent Mr. Dazai.

After taking a few deep breaths and adding psychological hints, Akutagawa Ryunosuke suppressed Rashomon who was about to move, and after carefully inspecting the room, he stood in front of the half-open window.

"Mr. Dazai... did you leave by yourself?" There was no sign of a fight at the scene, nor did any alarms be triggered, and the windows were opened from the inside to the outside, so it was ruled out that someone broke in through the window and took Mr. Dazai away.

"Why?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke was at a loss.

But all the evidence at the scene told him clearly that Dazai left by himself.

"Someone must have faked the scene!" Can't think of the reason for Dazai to leave, after thinking for a long time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke found the answer, he told the pale-faced bodyguards standing outside the door looking inside, "Go and invite Mr. Edogawa, I will follow the clues to find it."

"Be careful, keep quiet."

"Yes!" The bodyguards were shocked when they heard the order, and quickly agreed.

Mr. Dazai was lost under their noses, and the news spread that the organization might mess up.

Some of the bodyguards stayed outside to guard the door, while others went to the next building to find the Edogawa officials.

And Akutagawa jumped out of the window without hesitation, trying to find Dazai.

In the meeting room, silence was restored.

On the other side, one kilometer away from the new headquarters building of the Port Mafia, the manhole cover in a certain alley suddenly moved, and Dazai, who had already changed into a normal suit, crawled out of it.

His face was full of disgust.

"Is it necessary to hide the secret door so hidden?" Dazai patted the dust on his body, put the manhole cover back on, raised his hand and stretched, and after confirming the direction, he turned his back leisurely Port Mafia headed off into the distance.

Well, it's time for him to understand what's going on in this world.