Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

"Ghost Assassin... I've heard of it."

Dazai said casually.

I hid in the corner, my heart began to flutter.

Oda said: "I've heard of it too, but I don't know much about this nickname."

According to Oda's personality... you probably got it from me, right?

Sakaguchi Ango shook his wine glass, and said slowly in a gossiping tone: "I heard that he has a strong ability to hide, and he comes and goes without a shadow like a ghost, and no one can stop him. Many organizations have personal grievances with him, and they send killers to chase him down." Killed him, but none of them succeeded, all of them were brutally counter-killed. The losers all died in a miserable state, and no whole body was left."

"Don't leave the whole body?" Oda questioned.

Ango Sakaguchi: "Ah, that's what the rumor says. I wonder if it's his hobby."

Me: ...No, absolutely not!

It’s just that the person who came to kill me once was a disabled person who had a bomb on his prosthetic limb and hid it very well—if I hadn’t seen Mr. Dazai decorate his limbs with things from time to time, I really wouldn’t have discovered it.

This kind of assassination method of killing each other is too infiltrating, and I am so angry that I threw the killer's body and the bomb back to the base of the organization that hired him.

...and ended up with a reputation for dismembering corpses.

Dazai: "Oh, yes, this habit is quite cruel."

Me: QAQ Spicy Chicken Sakaguchi, Mr. Dazai misunderstood me.

Oda: "Any other rumors?"

Ango Sakaguchi was calm and calm, like a gentle storyteller: "It is rumored that he is very high-ranking, only below the quasi-cadres, but he was seized by the leader, so he is extremely loyal to Mafia and will not be provoked by anyone."

"Ha." Dazai chuckled when he heard this.

He laughed so hard my heart skipped a beat.

Sakaguchi: "Speaking of which, Dazai, as a cadre, might have met that mysterious person face to face?"

I waited with bated breath for his answer.

Dazai pushed the wine glass away, leaned his elbows on the table, put his hands on his cheeks, and muttered in a helpless tone: "Ah, we did meet each other. Oda Saku also knows him."

Mr. Dazai admitted that he and I only had a "face-to-face" relationship, and I was both sad and helpless.

Sakaguchi was stunned: "You know Oda-kun too?"

Oda: "Yes."

Dazai: "Did you hear anything else—like his age or appearance?"

Sakaguchi recalled the news from hearsay: "The age of the ghost assassin should not be very old...It is said that he has navy blue hair, black clothes and blue eyes, and his arms are often wrapped with bandages. Here, he is similar to Dazai."

I suddenly tensed up.

Sure enough, Dazai pointed to my corner in the next second: "Look."

I froze for a moment, and raised my hand abruptly.

"What does Mr. Xiao need?" the bartender asked from a distance.

Me: "One more bottle of milk."

Bartender: "Yes, right away!"

Dazai and Oda already knew I was here, and they didn't look back.

Ango Sakaguchi and I looked at each other from afar.

So when Ango Sakaguchi saw me for the first time, it was like seeing a ghost. His dignified expression was stuck in the shell, and it became extremely funny. The glasses on the bridge of his nose that represented elite temperament slowly slipped down.

"...Ben, myself?"

Oda: "If it's the owner of the nickname Ghost Assassin, yes."

Sakaguchi: "He likes to drink milk?"

Oda: "Yes."

Sakaguchi: "Can I leave the whole body today?"

Dazai: "I can't tell~ if you pay for his bottle of milk."

Oda added rigorously: "He should have ordered more than one bottle tonight."

Sakaguchi: "No, wait a minute, why can I order milk here?"

The old bartender served me a new bottle of milk and returned to the bar, explaining with a smile: "Because Mr. Xiao is our regular customer."

Did you hear me, I'm a regular customer!

You newcomer, don't slander me casually in front of Mr. Dazai!

I bit the straw viciously and took a big gulp.

Sakaguchi was still curiously asking: "Aren't minors not allowed to enter the tavern?"

Old bartender: "Mr. Xiao often comes here with these two, and he never orders wine, so he is an exception."

Sakaguchi: "Why don't you order wine?"

Ango Sakaguchi, you are a person with many problems.Are intelligence people so annoying?

Dazai: "Ha."

Oda: "Ha."

The old bartender: "Ha."

Sakaguchi: "?"

... I'm going to flip the table, believe it or not!

Oda glanced at me, and said concisely: "I will be drunk."

Sakaguchi finally stopped asking.

Perhaps it was because Dazai and Oda's attitude towards the ghost assassin was too ordinary, which made Sakaguchi feel bored.

After a while, they chatted leisurely about other topics besides me, but Sakaguchi glanced in my direction from time to time.

……

Time is a wonderful thing.

My first impression of Mr. Dazai was that he was dirty and stupid, but now my first impression of Ango Sakaguchi is powerful and cruel.

The interior of the underground tavern is lit with kerosene lamps, and the warm light is dim in the dark night.

I lay on the table for one person, staring at the empty bottle of milk, watching every move of the three people on the other side of the bar through the reflecting glass.

The sound of their conversation came from the earphones under the hair, intertwined with the melodious singing played in the tavern, which made me sleepy involuntarily.

In the dangerous world of the Mafia, this old underground tavern, like the Oda's, gave me a strange sense of security.

Half asleep and half awake, the sound in the earphones disappeared.

A dark shadow blocked the light in front of me.

Dazai walked to the table, casually threw the bugging device I installed on the bar on the table, tapped it twice with his fingers, and said, "There will be no next time."

His voice was flat, no emotion could be heard.

I was fully awake, straightened my back on the seat, lowered my head and said, "Yes."

So this became the first and last time I used a tool to eavesdrop on the chat between Mr. Dazai and his friends.

Dazai is not always interested in me.

His expression told me that talking to me was far less interesting than Oda and Sakaguchi.

But why?

By coincidence, after the three of them parted, I followed Ango Sakaguchi.

Ango Sakaguchi, an intelligence officer with basically zero combat effectiveness, noticed my following, his hair stood up visibly to the naked eye.

"What is Mr. Ghost doing? Please forgive me if I said something wrong just now."

I have been with Ango Sakaguchi for half a month, and I can't believe the timidity he showed.

I decided to give the gift first and then the soldier: "Thank you for paying for my consumption tonight. But..."

I know that he is a spy, although he is now working as an accountant at the bottom of the gangsters in Hong Kong.

"If you do something harmful to Mr. Dazai, I will make you die a miserable death without leaving a whole body."

I purposely suppressed my voice hoarsely, sternly.

Sakaguchi's back straightened instantly, just like I did in front of Mr. Dazai just now: "Such a thing won't happen."

Me: "It's better."

"Then... is there anything else, Mr. Ghost? If not, can you move the dagger a little away from my lower back?"

I said: "... yes."

I asked, "How can I get Mr. Dazai to talk to me more?"

Spies who talk about people when they see people, and talk about people when they see people, should be the best at this.

Sakaguchi's eyes changed again.

The way he looked at me was like a nurse in the hospital who advised me not to be so humble in front of Dazai.

Full of subtle sympathies, doubts, and wonder.

I stared at him fiercely.

Sakaguchi relaxed.He suddenly stretched out his hand and touched my head: "First of all, you have to be brave enough to sit next to Mr. Dazai."

I frowned, very upset.

So what if you can sit next to Mr. Dazai, what a show?Isn't it just Bime and Oda who can complain?

Why are you touching my head, I am interrogating you very seriously.

still touch?Do you think you are Oda Sakunosuke?

Ango Sakaguchi, show some respect to the dagger in your lower back, Gan.