Because a certain young master didn’t want to challenge the impressive Japanese-Chinese cuisine, they bypassed Chinatown at noon and had lunch at a Japanese restaurant. No matter what, the omelette rice could never go wrong. By the way
, the store also has curry, but Oda Sakunosuke said the chili pepper in the curry is not spicy enough.
Kamishiro Kiyoka looked at the promotional poster posted in the cinema: "What do you want to see?"
Osamu Dazai pointed: "This!"
On the poster with a dark blue gradient background, long hair covered most of her face, and a girl with pale skin raised bright red lips. She held an open book in her hand, with blood flowing between the pages - as if it was dry, but
Thick, dark red blood.
A horror movie without a doubt.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: "You like this?"
Dazai Osamu blinked: "You're not scared anymore, are you?"
Kamishiro Qinghe smiled: "You are probably afraid, so you only dared to look at me and Oda-kun."
Osamu Dazai: Stare——
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: Stare——
The two turned around and asked at the same time: "Oda-kun, what do you think?"
Oda Sakunosuke: "..."
The red-haired young man was silent for a moment, "Should I buy a ticket?"
The movie opens.
Shendai Qinghe concentrated his attention.
30 minutes later.
Kamidai Qinghe was drowsy.
This movie... how should I put it, the props, scenery and background music are all excellent, but the plot is very cliche, and the actors' looks... well, of course actors in horror movies also need to be good-looking, but maybe the director doesn't care about it.
If appearance is too much emphasis on, the scary factor will be reduced a little bit. And——
To put it bluntly, when the female ghost climbs into the male protagonist’s bed, the sexual tension that arises for some unknown reason...
Kamishiro Kiyokazu wanted to cover Dazai Maomao's eyes.
——The pure heart that protects our cats and kittens.
——Dazai is only 14!
But for this kind of thing, sometimes it’s better to deal with it coldly, especially for cats who are very curious. If Dazai’s interest is aroused because of his stopping him...
Kamidai Kiyawa was in a dilemma.
The plot of the movie is getting more and more outrageous.
——The man who dreamed back to Xiaoqi seven times a night.
Taking into account the national conditions, Kamidai Kiyoshi had reasonable doubts that this director designated it as a side job.
The black-haired boy couldn't help but peek at the seat next to him through the light of the screen, only to see that his friend had his eyes closed and seemed to be fast asleep.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Worry for nothing.
Anyway, the movie was nothing interesting, and the person who asked to watch it also fell asleep and went offline. The black-haired boy simply turned his face away and looked at his friend openly.
Then he saw that Dazai Osamu's head began to tilt little by little -
etc!
Kamidai Seiwa sat down instantly.
... Dazai Osamu’s head rested on his shoulder.
——As if aware of the change in the object he was leaning on, the furry head rubbed his head and found a comfortable position, with the soft hair buried deeper into his shoulder.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Don't dare to move.
Ah, is this a sweet burden?
A mediocre movie brings mediocre attendance, and the noise made by the sparse audience when the movie ends is actually not as good as when the movie is playing.
Dazai Maomao didn't wake up.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu thought seriously about whether to sit there again or wake up Dazai Osamu. Considering that this position was not suitable for sleeping, and if he was sleepy, he could go back to bed, so he still woke him up.
Use pinching cheeks.
Dazai Osamu opened his eyes and fought back angrily.
He has been pinched many times!
When Oda Sakunosuke looked over, the two of them were pinching each other's faces, neither of them willing to let go first, and their postures were strangely frozen in their seats.
"..."
The red-haired young man said calmly, "The audience for the next show is about to enter."
The two of them let go at the same time. Dazai Osamu snorted and turned his head. Kamishiro Kiyokazu rubbed his face and kindly wanted to rub it for Dazai Osamu, but was rejected. Kamishiro Kiyokazu kept smiling and said, "It's only three o'clock, Dazai, do you want to choose another movie?"
"Seeing that Dazai Osamu didn't speak, Kamishiro Kiyokazu turned to Oda Sakunosuke and asked, "Oda-kun, is there a movie you want to watch?"
As expected of the young master.
Whether it's the speed at which he calms down his emotions or his smiling attitude, they are all worthy of praise.
It would be better if there were no red marks on the face.
Thoughts by Oda Sakunosuke.
Port mafia building. Cadre office.
Ozaki Momiji was quite surprised: "Why is the young master's face red?"
In the eyes of women in kimonos, Kawakami Kiyokazu rarely loses his temper. Most of the time, when he walks in the port mafia, he is like a template for aristocrats. This is especially true when facing people who are not familiar enough. Thinking of the intimate attitude of the black-haired boy last night, I thought
Ozaki Momiji, who can be considered an acquaintance of him and one of the top five cadres of the Port Mafia, couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
It's hard to describe this feeling.
Hmm...
Just like an aloof cat slowly lowers its guard as we get along with it day by day, and is gradually willing to put down its airs and get close to you. Even if it is still not allowed to be touched, it just becomes less aloof when getting along with you, which is still touching.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu had given up rubbing his face and said, "I went out to play with Dazai." The black-haired boy said in one stroke, "I'll be fine tomorrow."
Ozaki Momiji teased him: "Then you are going to meet with the cooperative enterprises tonight?"
"...I won't go."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu said with a sullen face, "Wait for the one in Tokyo."
With nothing to do, the black-haired boy casually picked up the documents at hand and flipped through them, filling in his own information library on a daily basis. When he turned to a certain page, his eyes suddenly froze.
Kamishiro Kiyowa whispered: "Mr. Guangjin was punished?"
Ozaki Momiji was crossing out the work that had been done on the computer. Hearing this, he said: "I heard that the leader assigned Black Lizard a confidential mission. Black Lizard did not complete it. At that time, Centurion Mr. Guangzu led the team..."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
It is indeed very secret to hunt down the Cowherd who is suspected of being a love rival.
It sounds like Furuya-senpai had a very narrow escape.
——After Toru Amuro returned to Tokyo, he reported to Sakaguchi Ango that he was safe, and Ango naturally conveyed it to him.
By the way, today's "Miss Kawakami" also checked in at Ai's House, and received the same news that Asmodeus asked for leave. - She failed three times and will not go tomorrow.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu asked: "What specific punishment will Mr. Guangjin receive?"
Ozaki Momiji avoided answering and just said: "Don't worry, it won't be too heavy."
——And this is actually an answer.
Thinking of the dampness and darkness of Mafia's underground prison, as well as the lingering smell of blood that seemed to blend into the stone slabs and walls, Kamishiro Kiyowa was a little sad. In his family and in the government, he had never seen more cruel punishments, but the targets were not
It's not like this... It's not like Guangjin Liulang. Our veteran is old, loyal and capable, but he only made a small mistake or even made no mistake...
The end of the hero.
Faint moves come out one after another.
——So when the Special Agent Division applied to sanction the old leader who was spreading fear in Yokohama, he was stopped by the more far-sighted higher-ups. In the eyes of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and in the eyes of other underground organizations in Yokohama who were ready to take action, the ferocious
The beast is about to die, and this is the time when he will be at his most ferocious, so why not wait?
——When the old leader dies of illness, he can enjoy the benefits and grab the cake without any effort; but if he provokes a fight at this time, it will lead to a crazy counterattack from the other party... It is extremely unwise.
Their views are not wrong.
It can be called an inevitable choice to maximize interests.
But he...
Kamishiro Kiyowa closed his eyes, opened them again, and suddenly asked: "What about you? Will Sister Hongye be punished for such a thing?"
Ozaki Momiji looked into the eyes of the black-haired boy.
The black eyes showed an unwavering silence, but she could clearly feel the young man's sincere concern.
"No."
The woman in kimono smiled, with a fierce and careless expression belonging to a mafia elder sister, "I am a cadre."
"This information was misplaced by me." He did not follow the leader's instructions and placed the information that should not be shown to the young master at will. Ozaki Momiji gently pulled the document from the black-haired boy's hand, his rose-red eyes flashed,
He said in a low voice, "I met one of the leader's personal doctors by chance today. What the doctor said is that the leader has been very angry in the past few days. If this continues, it may not be good."
"Young Master, don't be angry with the leader anymore."
A simple translation is that the leader has become more seriously ill because of his anger in the past few days and is about to die. Let him endure it first and not make any comment on Mr. Guangjin’s punishment, so as not to cause consequences that no one wants to see.
——The leader is almost gone anyway.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: “…………”
Ah this.
It turns out that even Sister Hongye didn't know that the reason why the old leader was so "angry" was because he was looking for a cowherd. In other words, as long as he kept looking for a handsome guy, the old leader would make him angry to death?
--pity.
——Senior Fangtani is not here, where is the handsome guy with a tough life?
Yokohama Station.
The woman with long black hair and straight legs walked out of the Shinkansen, her long and straight legs were on high heels, and her curves could not be seen clearly due to the long windbreaker, but her back was still charming.
Passengers who were also at the station couldn't help but follow her, wanting to see her face clearly. The passengers quickly walked around to the front, only to see the face of a long, straight black woman...
Really ordinary.
It's not ugly, but it's so different from her overall temperament that it will inevitably disappoint the passengers who were looking forward to it.
In the blink of an eye, the long straight black woman disappeared.
——Belmod is still standing where he is.
——Known as the "Witch with a Thousand Faces", she is good at more than just disguise.
To make people recognize you as another person, appearance, body shape, movements, expressions... are all very important.
Just now, Bellmode slumped her shoulders, bent her back slightly, lowered the corners of her lips, and let a little unruly hair cover her cheeks. In an instant, she went from being a killer from behind to disappearing into the background; and such acting skills are just one of the many skills she has mastered.
One of them.——By the way, Bellmode’s real identity is the famous American actress Sharon Wynyard.
Belmod came to the short-term rental house he had booked and took the elevator to the room on the top floor. After checking the room and finding no suspicious signs, he stretched out his hand and pulled on his neck.
It's like a supernatural power.
The long, straight black woman disappeared, and what appeared in the center of the guest room was a blonde beauty with blue eyes. She had an extraordinary beauty and a unique temperament. Her queen-like arrogance and charm could make countless men kneel at her feet and sacrifice all their wealth.
Let her step on you, just ask her to step on you as she pleases.
This short-term rental house has 11 floors, is facing the sea, is open on all sides, and has a clear view, so there is no need to worry about other people's prying eyes.
Belmode opened the closed curtains by two fingers' width and opened the window slightly, letting the wind from the sea wash away the stale air in the guest room.
She didn't notice that in the dark night, there were a pair of bird's eyes, watching her quietly.