As Kamishiro Kiyawa understands, this female officer is in charge of intelligence. However, as the number of people available at the port mafia is dwindling, Ozaki Momiji is also responsible for assassinations and external affairs...
"...I'm really sorry, I don't have any private teaching time."
Ozaki Momiji explained how busy she was at this time, and was about to explain that her only alternative teaching method was to let the young master watch her work, when she heard the newly minted young master asked curiously, "How much salary can Momiji-san get if he is so busy?"
?”
"Hmm."
The woman in a gorgeous kimono pondered.
The salary structure of port mafia cadres is relatively complex. In addition to various basic salary benefits and task remuneration, it also includes shares of certain business operations of the organization. If port mafia is regarded as a company, the cadres can be regarded as shareholders, so the salary fluctuates greatly, and
There is no fixed number.
Ozaki Momiji thought for a while, took the average value of recent months, and reported a rough number.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Ah this.
Compared with the salary of a port mafia cadre, his salary in the Secret Service Section is like buying a 100-yuan coupon for a Ferrari, which is depressing.
Today's itinerary - the course is interrogation.
This is one of the most efficient ways to obtain information.
They were walking down the stairs leading to the underground prison.
In the dim light, white mist seeped in silently from the gaps in the stone wall, and the moss growing in the corner seemed to be tinged with a light red color, like blood that had been diluted a lot.
Kamidai Kiyawa didn't speak for a long time.
Ozaki Momiji thought that this young master who grew up in a simple environment was a little scared, but he did not expect that he was still grieving for the meager salary of the Special Service Section, and once again cried out in his heart "There must be something wrong with the system of this country" sincerely.
.
With the lingering smell of blood lingering on the tip of their noses, the two walked between the prisons that were equipped with torture instruments. Ozaki Momiji occasionally turned his gaze and looked at the black-haired boy. Seeing the latter's face as deep as water and his walking posture calm and steady, he couldn't help but feel secretly in his heart.
consider.
No matter what the young master is thinking...
At least it can bluff people.
Even if it's just on the surface.
As the head of intelligence, she was responsible for investigating Kawakami Kiyokazu's information, so Ozaki Momiji certainly knew the other party's origins.
In other words, we know the part where the other person started in the orphanage.
As the only female cadre of the port mafia, Ozaki Momiji was responsible for part of the external business very early. Some partners would always look down on her or appreciate her because of her gender, which allowed her to realize greater benefits. She met more people,
When it comes to understanding of upper class society, Ozaki Momiji still has some knowledge.
She is one of the mafia who doubts Kawakami Kiyawa's origin.
The secrets of a big family?
But those have nothing to do with mafia.
For Kiyokazu Kawakami, the underworld is a strange world, and let her see what the other party can do.
In the special holding room at the end, former cadre Takemura, who was imprisoned last night, was breathing hard.
He was hung with shackles and chains, and three mafia members were interrogating him. It could be seen that his spirit was on the verge of reaching its limit, but when he heard the sound of new footsteps, he still raised his face and faced
The visitor showed a cruel smile full of blood.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Thank you, I was embarrassed.
The three mafia gangsters and Ozaki Momiji in the holding room all looked towards him. Kamidai Kiyawa nodded towards them without changing his expression, and looked around for a moment, "Mouji-san, aren't there any chairs here?"
Under the slightly strange gaze of the female cadre, the black-haired boy sighed and thoughtfully lowered the conditions, "A stool will do, too."
Ozaki Momiji: "..." stare——
Fumbling to play the incomplete version of Tomie·daily work·Kamidai Kiyowa looks back persistently.
He is too difficult.
The real Fujiang was already complaining loudly at this time.
Ozaki Momiji: "..."
Seems like you feel a little aggrieved?
moment.
The mafia boy who received the instruction brought the young master a stool that matched the style of an underground prison. It should have been temporarily removed from some kind of torture instrument and cleaned and dried. Kamishiro Kiyokazu looked at it carefully and moved towards the attentive man.
The little brother smiled and sat down calmly.
The posture is elegant and reserved.
"Hehe, hehe..."
Former cadre Takemura sneered at this scene. The wounds caused by the movement of facial muscles made his smile twisted with pain, but he still sneered and said, "Ozaki, can a brat like this inherit the port mafia?
"
His expression became excited, "The leader is hopeless, he will drag us to hell together! That's why I, that's why I..."
Huh.
Got it right.
Kamidai Kiyowa listened leisurely to the prisoner's speech and gave a thumbs up to the sentence "go to hell".
Ozaki Momiji said coldly: "Don't tell me that you just colluded with Takase."
The interrogation continues.
Today's class is mainly about watching, so that he, the young master, can adapt to Mafia's style.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu just felt bored.
There are many ways to obtain intelligence, and torture is undoubtedly one of them. Of course, the Secret Service Branch has similar features. To be fair, because it is a government department and related to supernatural powers, the darkness in it is far greater than just entrenched in it.
Port Mafia in a corner of Yokohama.
Wailing, screaming, threatening...
The sound effects are more realistic than those of Nintendo's newly released horror game, but this purely natural background music is not as atmospheric as the one specially created for the game...
Does Dazai Neko like horror games?
Forget it, it’s not good for the cub’s physical and mental health.
...Although it’s not good to be exposed in Mafia.
Of course, Kamishiro Kiyokazu did not miss the emptiness and emptiness in Dazai Osamu's eyes.
Just like his instinctive demeanor, the true nature of the young boy with kite eyes cannot be hidden. The time of contact was still short, and Kamishiro Kiyokazu only got a glimpse of it, but more and more essential things were still waiting for him.
.
Friends, like treasures, they need to be discovered slowly.
Kamishiro Kiyowa was multitasking, thinking about his own affairs, while listening to the occasional exchanges between Ozaki Momiji and Takemura, and heard the former cadre reveal Ozaki Momiji's secrets: he had eloped with a man in his early years, but her boyfriend died tragically at the leader's side.
In his hands, he was also captured. If it weren't for the leader's contempt for women, Ozaki Momiji wouldn't be able to take the position of a cadre no matter how capable he was.
Wow.
This part was not collected by the Secret Service Division.
Kamishiro Kiyowa glanced appreciatively at the kimono woman who had tried to escape from the mafia, and then thought that the woman was only 18 years old at this time, the so-called "early years"...
It seems a little too early?
"..."
Suddenly I couldn't look directly at this poignant love.
The first course had no practical part and was not long. It started in the afternoon and ended before dinner.
It was dusk when I walked out of the underground prison.
The road paved with dark stone slabs transitions to the bright marble floor, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass windows, making it feel like returning from hell to the human world.
Ozaki Momiji looked at Kawakami Kiyoka who seemed to be the same as before the course. He was about to say a few words, but he heard the young master say:
"Hongye-san is Mori-kun's partner, right?"
"!"
Ozaki Momiji's pupils shrank.
The black-haired boy leaned against the window, admiring the scenery outside the window, with a careless arc on his lips, "I've been thinking that since Mr. Mori is sure to usurp the throne, he must have an ally. But I've never been sure who it is.
"He smiled, his posture becoming more and more lazy, but still elegant, "Until the kind-hearted Mr. Takemura tells me your past."
The love that was sincere when young, ended abruptly, and was buried by external forces. I wanted to bring her to the sun. The lover who was not betrayed until the end, and became more and more beautiful in my memory...
Like a magic spell.
Ozaki Momiji must hate the port mafia.
At least he hated the old leader.
And how could an old fox like Mori Ogai not take advantage of this?
——Takemura yelled so loudly that all three mafia members could listen. This matter was obviously not kept confidential, and Mori Ogai couldn't possibly not know about it.
Ozaki Momiji remained calm: "I don't know what the young master is talking about."
Kamidai Kiyowa turned around and slowly gave a gentlemanly salute: "Of course, it's just nonsense."
The corners of the black-haired boy's lips remained unchanged as he spoke in unpredictable words, "I'm not the kind of man who would embarrass a beautiful young lady."
"Shh."
"Let us forget those unpleasant past events, anyway -"
Kamishiro Kiyawa smiled and ended the topic lightly, "Mori-kun will not have another chance."
"..."
Mori Ogai's transfer was indeed related to him? But how did he do it——
Ozaki Momiji looked into the boy's eyes.
Under the crow-feather-like forehead, there was no fluctuation in the dark pupils, which were separated from his expression.
Like a natural darkness.
Ozaki Momiji sensed the huge absurdity.
What kind of monster was brought into the port mafia by the old leader?
The sun sets in the west.
Autumn nights are coming earlier and earlier, and the season is about to change.
Kandao Kiyokazu abandoned the elevator and slowly climbed the stairs to the emergency passage back to the dormitory.
He suspected that the old leader had no intention of letting him take physical training classes.
If this continues, the amount of exercise will not be enough.
The high-end apartment level has arrived.
He heard the sound of conversation beside the emergency passage door.
"Mr. Oda, I am really Kawakami's friend!"
"It's better to wait for the young master to come back."
"But my feet are numb. I really want to go in and sit on the sofa..."
"I also have a sofa here."
"There are a lot of games over there in Kawakami. I want to go in and play games. He said I can go and play at any time—"
"Feel sorry."
"Mr. Oda, are you worried about me messing around in the Kawakami dormitory? You can supervise me, just open the door for me!"
"But,"
Oda Sakunosuke's voice sounded innocent, "I don't have the key."
Dazai Osamu remained silent.
Osamu Dazai raised his voice in disbelief: "You clearly opened the door and entered the Kawakami dormitory before!"
"yes."
Oda Sakunosuke sighed, "I forgot the key inside."
Osamu Dazai: “…………”
Kamidai Kiyoka squatted down behind the door, laughing silently.
For the sake of Maomao's face and mental health, he thoughtfully went down to the next floor and took the elevator to this floor. As expected, with the sound of the elevator door opening, the conversation stopped.