[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Mr. Odasaku's words are amazing.

His movements are even more astonishing.

From under the flipped-up sand-colored suit, I saw the weapon—□□□.

For me, who has been a good citizen all my life and has never thrown stones at neighbors' mangy dogs, guns and ortafia are terms in another world.

I must have heard of it. There are many movies and TV dramas with such themes, and it is impossible not to hear about related incidents in Yokohama.However, human beings are strange creatures, and what happens to our neighbors is often not as good as anecdotes from distant lands or my own "little toothache", so I don't actually have any substantive impressions of "local specialties".If I had to describe it, it would probably be an "urban legend", and when I discussed it with my friends, it would be nothing more than "oh" and "how scary".

Totally facial.

Walking on the street and seeing gang members in well-fitting suits, I would most likely recognize them as insurance sellers or rental agencies...

As for my boyfriend... I always thought he was a wandering artist--down-and-out is not necessarily down-and-out, as you can tell from the material of his suit.

I haven't even seen the so-called extreme "cadres", let alone boss-level big shots.I turned my confused eyes to Mr. Dazai: "So... are you currently in unemployment because you have taken extreme measures to resign...?"

I know it's a bit nonsensical to express it like this, but Mr. Dazai understood.

"I didn't want to be the leader voluntarily... There are too many secrets involved, but I didn't lie."

Miss Sonoko jumped off him with a "meow" and squatted on the table to lick her paws—bad guy!

The begging, the mourning, the ones surrounded by despair open their hands to me.

I walked around Oda-san and responded to his wish - a hug that was a bit thin but not perfunctory, and a peck lightly imprinted on the chin.

No way, he is too tall, I have tried my best!

Mr. Dazai was stunned, and it took about ten seconds before he hugged back vigorously as if he had awakened from a dream.One hand was pressing on the back to control my movements quite strongly, and the other slipped into the hair along the way, forcing me to raise my head and get closer to him.

"Thank you."

The warm touch gently rubs against my cheek, Mr. Dazai's rough hair is mixed with my orange hair, and I can clearly smell the medical supplies on his body and the indelible smell of coffee.

The man hugs the innocent girl with a look of nostalgia. It is obviously a smiling picture on Dazai Osamu, which will only make the honest onlookers want to call the police.

--crooked!Uncle policeman?Some scumbag is committing crimes against ignorant girls here!

The owner of the coffee shop has his hands on the phone, as long as I make any action similar to calling for help, he will call the military and police to punish the villains.

I stood on tiptoe and tried to rub Mr. Dazai's slightly cold cheek: "Hey, I'll go home after I finish my work. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Mr. Dazai let go of me a little bit, raised his head and thought about it with puffed cheeks: "Crab, I really want to eat crab... Are you going to go shopping in the supermarket later? Don't forget to buy pet supplies for Sonoko."

From the point of view of Oda Sakunosuke, the leader of Yokohama's most terrifying and scandalous criminal group, who has expanded the power of the port mafia to the extreme within a few years, and the most difficult person to assassinate in the legend— ——acting like an ordinary man who is so gentle and temperless, he patiently discussed with his little girlfriend some topics that he would not be interested in at all.

This is a bit too homely, isn't it, what about your dangerous temperament as a boss?Just now, he was exposed for a while, and then he was coaxed by the girl's hug... Is Osamu Dazai stupid, or is he hallucinating after eating poisonous mushrooms?

He admitted that the little girl who came to the door to urge manuscripts did have an irresistible temperament, but the current scene is too horrifying. Could it be that Osamu Dazai smashed his head when he committed suicide?

Mr. Oda hesitated

After a while, he finally took off the hand that was pressing on the gun.

"No matter what you want to do, Ms. Fujimaru is always innocent. You want to drag such a simple girl into the world over there... This kind of thing is absolutely, unforgivable!"

I know it's a bit wrong to complain at this time, so I can only mutter in my heart that Mr. Oda's reaction is very like a father who knows his daughter was kidnapped by a brat...

dad!You are my dear father!

Thank you for not finding out□□killing the "wild boar" that sneaked into the house!

"What, I just want Tachika simply. In this world, the only thing I have is her. No one can take her away from me, not even Odasaku. "

The black-haired man hugged the girl with a satisfied look on his face, his iris eyes turned bright red at a certain angle, and disappeared in a flash.

Oda Sakunosuke is not someone who can meddle in other people's business.Seeing that his little editor and the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters are obviously willing to fight each other, and he relaxes after fulfilling the obligation of reminding and warning. He didn't do anything, and the sense of danger overflowing from his body was well restrained.As long as this ferocious beast is willing to curl up its paws and act obediently, it will be best if the two parties can live in peace.

Of course, the premise is that Fujimaru Tachika really likes Osamu Dazai, and not let him be deceived... This girl is not stupid, and her perseverance and perseverance are also very admirable, perhaps because of her age and experience With a feeling of inexperienced youth, no matter how you look at it, people are worried about her—it’s not good to pick someone, but this one is chosen, it’s like running to a trash can marked with harmful garbage Precisely rummaging and found such a man.

The two people in front of them were still hugging each other, Ms. Fujimaru even put her hands around him like a child and rubbed him gently on the back. The leader of the gentleman bent his legs quite cooperatively to make it easier for her to move... This kind of sticky The overly sweet and greasy picture made Mr. Oda Sakunosuke feel his stomach was full, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a handful of strange and tasteless food.

Probably this is the unique sour smell of love, I don't feel a toothache!

I held Mr. Dazai up and down his back for a while, and I felt his emotions calm down before I let go: "As long as you haven't given up, I will try my best to love you. But I am not an omniscient saint after all, I need you to tell me, Mr. Dazai. I need you to tell me how you feel, and whether you still want this love to continue..."

Before I finished speaking, my boyfriend immediately picked me up like a child. The sudden increase in altitude made me nervous for a while, but I quickly regained my composure.

The man who hugged me rubbed hard: "039 is great, as long as Lixiang is enough, don't leave. Since you asked... let's start by removing the honorifics?"

If you are doomed to lose, you might as well die for love together.

He was reluctant to let his lover face the fear of death, but compared to the despair of losing the last precious thing, he still wanted to selfishly hold her and not let go.

"I can't do anything, as long as Lixiang is still by my side."

This deformed to pathological dependence is easily reminiscent of a parasitic plant that is both savage and fragile.While relying on the host to survive, it will brutally drive away any creatures that dare to approach, sickly entangle anything it looks at, and once it is separated from the host, it will quickly wither and die.

"I said that as long as Mr. Dazai doesn't give up, I won't give up. What are you afraid of? Is there something I haven't done enough?"

Sonoko let out a "meow~" at the right time, opened his mouth and stretched his waist with his upper body stretched long.Mr. Dazai smiled and let me go with a docile expression.

"No, Lixiang, you are so cute that people can't wait to eat them, but if you eat them, you will be gone. I still can't bear to think about it."

The words in his mouth were full of horror, but the expression on his face was gentle.

"Ah, that's really scary!"

I turned around and picked up Ms. Sonoko and motioned Mr. Dazai to help me with the computer. The black-haired man meekly

After clearing the table, he brought the computer and followed behind, chattering like a child: "Crab~crab~crab~"

"Okay, crab, crab, go to school to go through the admission formalities during the holiday tomorrow, let's eat seafood pot tonight to celebrate, go buy some shellfish, shrimp and crab?"

"Can I have another salmon dish?"

He immediately took the opportunity to make new demands.

I don’t think there is any problem, my brother Yato’s cooking skills are very good, as long as you show him the picture of the dish you want to eat, you will basically get a result with a similarity of 90.00% — the [-]% difference is due to the difference in materials .

"Of course, I can just buy an extra fish, let's go? There are also Miss Yuanzi's cat supplies, and take her to the veterinarian for a physical examination by the way."

I said goodbye to Mr. Oda, pushed open the glass door and walked to the car parked on the side of the road to start the engine. Dazai Osamu who stayed behind smiled and looked at "friend": "I wish the new book a big sale, Oda Tsukuru. Goodbye."

"Oh... Thank you for your good words?" The red-haired man scratched the back of his head and didn't know how to react for a while, so he had to respond according to general reasoning.

With these words, Osamu Dazai was as satisfied as a black cat shrunk into the stove, nodded and pushed open the door with a smile to catch up with the orange-haired girl who had already started the car and seemed to be urging something.

"Come here, Lixiangjiang ~ give me the garden. Let me tell you, I am very good at picking crabs and apples!"

"Huh? Really?"

"Of course, I'm also from Tsugaru, so I'm more familiar with the specialties of my hometown."

"Tsugaru, is it Aomori near Hokkaido?"

"Yeah, it's close to the Hokkaido fishing ground, not as hot as Yokohama."

"Afraid of the heat, you still wear such a thick bandage and wear a suit...young master!"

"This... ahahahahahahahaha..."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

“Lixiang is so good~”

"Don't rush over suddenly, I'm driving!"

It was noisy all the way, and there were occasional cats purring.