If I don't quit, I will be forced to usurp the throne.

I always feel that Mr. Dazai is weird tonight.

But where is the strangeness, but it is hard to say.

I don't know what Mr. Dazai has learned from his empty inner world. He looks a little happy, but he is not too happy, thinking about problems alone.

Considering his previous suicide feats, I can't help but feel a little worried—this person won't turn around and want to commit suicide again, right?It won't be real this time, will it?Doesn't that make me the number one suspect?

Anyway... let's get out of here quickly.

After I made up my mind, I turned my head to leave, and after walking two steps, I realized that I forgot to say goodbye politely because of the shock just now, so I turned my head and prepared to add: "I'll take my leave first, Dazai..."

Before I could finish my honorific title, I caught sight of the other party stretching out his hand from the corner of the eye, with a dazed look on his face.

Looking at the hand that the other party stretched out and stopped in mid-air and hadn't completely retracted, I reached out and held it.

"...Xiao Qian?"

"..." Ah, brain twitch!so awkward!This scene is so embarrassing!How can I explain it!It's so pitiful to see your hand stretched out and no one is holding it, so let's shake it for your face! ?To tell the truth, I will definitely be retaliated!

"That..." I shook the other person's hand slightly, and said solemnly, "Good night."

Ah - what a shame!Will be laughed at! Absolutely will be laughed at!

At this time, the bartender came over and filled up the milk for me very inconsiderately.

I let go of my hand, sat next to me and drank the milk with an uneasy heart. I felt a little stuffed. After hiccupping, I reached out and wiped the white foam from my mouth, and asked carefully: "Then I'm going home first." ?”

"Wait a minute." The black-haired boy stopped me, stretched out his hand suddenly, and the cold fingertips slid across the corner of my mouth.I was completely dumbfounded, and when I realized it, I was so frightened that I stepped back two seats.

The culprit was stunned for a moment, and then began to laugh.

"Xiao Qian, your reactions are always so funny!" The other party looked over with a smile, "That's why I want you to be my direct subordinate, what a pity."

The other party said it was a pity, but there was no regret in his tone.I think the other party is just talking, so let's rest assured.

I took this matter as a temporary conclusion. The next day, I used the wood carving I learned before to carve a hairpin for Sister Hongye as a birthday present. Although it was a bit rough, she seemed to like it very much.

But before I had a few more words with Sister Hongye, Chief Mori called me over.

"Didn't you say, Jiang Gu, that you want to build a confessional house? Go ahead and build it."

"...Huh?" I couldn't believe it, "Boss, are you serious?"

Mori Ogai sighed, but his smile remained unchanged: "Have I ever lied to you, Furutani-kun?"

I said cautiously: "Who knows, I read in a magazine that men are the most deceitful. Especially the men at the top of the authority."

Mori Ogai: "..."

"Don't mention this... Did you deal with yesterday's incident?"

"Boss..." I looked at the other person asking me with a smile, and couldn't help showing a hint of distaste, "Obviously everyone who was present at the time or Mr. Dazai would report to you? You pretended not to know and asked me , very much like a human trafficker who abducts children by the roadside."

"For the definition of a child, Furutani, you are already over the age, right?" Mori Ogai was not angry because of my complaints, or he has always been tolerant in this regard as long as it does not involve organizational issues, "And... Dazai What did you say to you alone?"

Is this really the problem... Being the leader is really tiring, and while reluctant to part with Mr. Dazai's ability, he is also afraid of Mr. Dazai because of it.

But when this incident involves myself, it's a bit not so good.

"Ah, I have something to report on this matter."

"Huh? What is it?"

I stepped forward, leaned forward, covered my lips with my hands, and made a gesture of whispering.Mori Ogai cooperatively tilted his body towards me to show that he was listening.

I said solemnly, "I think Mr. Dazai may have a crush on me."

Mori Ogai: "..."

I think at this moment, Chief Mori must be in a tangle.

On the one hand, he is definitely not that interested in the emotional issues of his subordinates; but on the other hand, emotional issues are unstable factors, and according to the habits of Chief Sen, he will also take them into consideration. Under such circumstances, he should know more about the layout more effective.

So, after thinking for a while, he said, "...What about Zhongye?"

"..." I think I may have misconsidered the first point. What if Chief Sen is indeed gossip?I said seriously, "I have a crush on Mr. Ye."

Mori Ogai: "... you step back."

Although I was choked by my nonsense a few times, the confession room that Mori Ogai said really made me do it.

Everyone in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang came to watch me in surprise after learning that I had passed the test for a priest's license.

In fact, Hong Kong gangsters do not believe in God very much, but the Mafia easily leaves people with the image that believing in religion is Christianity.

This may have something to do with the image of the Mafia coming from Italy, but I think it is more likely because of the well-known "Godfather" trilogy.

Confession rooms are also called "confession booths" in some places, that is, there are priests sitting in a small room to listen to believers confessing their sins. The confessor cannot see the priest or each other, and then the priest forgives in the name of Christ. , enlighten the other party or even give advice.I don't have a lot of time, so limit it to 10 minutes max per person, and then an hour a day.Staying in the cabin is out of sight and has the added benefit of giving people the words of forgiveness in the voice they want to hear.

Although this is supposed to be a process of repentance...but after all, there are a few gangsters who really want to repent.

Some even don’t have the word repentance in the dictionary of life.On the contrary, I have listened to a lot of gossip and personal explanations of the three wonderful views. I think next time I can go to the confession room and prepare some drinks and potato chips.

Ah, pocky is also good, and the matcha flavor that has been on the market recently tastes very good.

"I really feel a lot of pressure if this continues...Master Pastor, are you listening to my confession?"

"Suck - of course."

"...But I sound like you are eating noodles?"

"No, I was moved to tears because of your sincere confession, it was just the sound of sniffling."

"Do you have any advice for me?"

"Suck—well...don't have any psychological pressure! Let's break up! Then leave the other party and start a new life. You are still so young, and the best is yet to come. As the saying goes, if you don't go to the old, you can't come to the new."

"Ah! Thank you, God! Actually, I thought so too!...Ah, but...Master Furuya, can you repeat the last sentence to me with the voice of Akashi's saury?"

"Yes...but there is a fee for the voice-changing service, [-] yen per sentence."

My master naturally also knew about this confessional.

But because of his personality, which is always not stingy in thinking people into evil and hates the mafia, he thinks more than me.

[Kufufufufu, this is a good move, whether it is for you or the leader of Hong Kong gangsters. 】

【……Why? ] I was a little hesitant, 【For me, I know... After all, I can actually observe everyone in Hong Kong by relying on the confession room, and I know a lot of things from the details and get a lot of precious information that has been ignored... But why do you say that for Sen The leader too? 】

【He is wooing you. 】

【……Hey? 】

[If I'm not wrong, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters may have begun to suspect that your ability is not an ability but an illusion. 】

[I'm also a little aware of this... Is there a connection between the two? 】

[What you get through the confessional is not only information, but also a network of people.The longer you open the confessional, the deeper the connection with Hong Kong and black.What's more...] Liudao Mu showed a half-hearted smile, 【He doesn't know your identity as an undercover agent, so from his standpoint, what he did was only good and not bad. 】

[Um...is this like this? ] I lowered my head and thought.

I have to say that what Master said is indeed reasonable...and it is very normal for Chief Sen to want to win me over.After all, as Master said, illusionists are very precious.And the abilities I've shown so far are really easy to use, and most importantly... irreplaceable.

【No wonder he didn't notice it. After all, you haven't performed any tasks yet, and there is no possibility of exposure.Doubts are not on your head, after all, no organization will send a precious, immature young illusionist to be an undercover agent purely for surveillance. 】After Liu Daoku finished speaking, he looked over, 【Speaking of...have you found your contact person? 】

I paused, showed a bright smile, and responded in a joking tone: 【Secret~】

【...I learned quickly on this point, indeed, I have to hold back on everyone. 】My master praised me, and then insisted on blocking me at the end, 【But you should be more careful... I think the leader of Hong Kong gangsters should train you to deal with it after they know that you are an illusionist and not a supernatural person. Osamu Dazai. 】

【……Um?Although it is indeed possible from the perspective of ability... But Master, are you sure?Why? 】

[That's natural. 】Liudao Mukuro laughed, his tone revealing pleasure,【Because if it were me, I would do it. 】

……

I was still thinking about the reasoning that my pineapple master said, but before Chief Sen found out about my ability problem, another problem came to me.

I don't know if everyone has been more relaxed recently, but Mr. Chuya discovered the previous rumors!

"What nonsense are you talking about outside, you little brat? Ah—?" The person who came directly clasped my neck with his elbow from behind and said viciously.

I grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, and I couldn't help but raise my voice a little: "Well... let go, Mr. Chuya, this is very uncomfortable!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's strength in his hand didn't decrease but increased: "If you know it hurts, don't do it next time..."

"Huh?" I turned my head to look at him, only then realized that the two seemed a little too close.I don't know if he realized this, but the other party was also taken aback for a moment.

"...Forget it this time." The red-haired boy let go of his hand, and retreated a little unnaturally, and then, as if to save face, he added in a bad tone, "No... no next time !"

"..." Although the specific words were changed, it was basically a change of soup but not medicine.And it's too much of a cover-up to change your words temporarily, Mr. Nakaya.

"Although I said so, even if there is a next time, Chuya-san will not do anything to me!" I said firmly.

"...You're really full of confidence, you. Do you want to try it?" After the other party said something threatening, he frowned, "Also, did you say anything to the leader?"

"Ah?" I thought about it for a while, and replied with a natural attitude, "I told the leader that I have a crush on you."

"...You really deserve a beating, Furutani Chisaki."

"I'm serious, because Mr. Nakaya, although you sometimes behave fiercely, you are actually quite tolerant and easy to talk to your own people." I said with emotion, "So in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, apart from Sister Hongye and my father, I I like you the most!"

Of course Alice is also very cute, but when I think of Alice as the ability of the leader of the forest, I feel a little unacceptable... Ah, speaking of it, is Alice the favorite character of the leader of the forest, or is it a reflection of myself?I always feel that things get weird when I delve into it like this...

Mr. Nakaya naturally didn't know my mental activities, but after I finished saying that, his expression became a little subtle, he turned his head, looked a little irritable, and muttered vaguely: "Shut up."

Although the opponent has always been thunderous and rainy... but this time I always feel that the attitude at the end has changed a little bit.

After watching the other party leave, I was a little lost in thought.

"Maybe I should restrain myself later..." I muttered to myself, and when I came back to my senses, I remembered that the time for my confessional room was approaching, so I hurried over there.

Today's first confessor is already here.

"I have something to confess." The other party paused for a moment, then said again, "No... It's not so much a confession, but an annoyance. Can you listen to me, my lord pastor?"

"..." I heard this voice, and my action of tearing open the package of potato chips stopped.

Ah, it's Mr. Ango.