In other words, since he can no longer take care of Japanese flowers in the pediatric department, he has no interest in working overtime in the hospital.
When he arrived at the familiar small clinic, Mori Ogai was a little surprised that Osamu Dazai was still here.
"Aren't you going to see Young Master Kawakami today?"
After Alice's death that day, he stopped leaving Alice in the clinic to do useless work. If he wanted to hear the news about Kawakami Kiyokazu, he might as well ask his ally Ozaki Momiji and his student Dazai Osamu as before. Speaking of Dazai Osamu - the two
The friendship between the two teenagers has gone round and round, and recently they have become as good as one. Last night, Dazai Osamu regretfully said that Master Kawakami's schoolwork time has been adjusted to daytime...
According to Mori Ogai's understanding of cheap students' behavior patterns, the other party should go straight to the port mafia building after dinner.
"Leave now."
Dazai Osamu sat on the flat bed and kicked his calves, pretending not to know, "Why did Mr. Mori come back so early these days? Didn't he say that he was willing to work overtime until dawn for the future of Japan?"
Hitting the dead end.
Mori Ou said with a smile on his face but not a smile: "...I don't need to worry about it, Dazai-kun."
The two plastic masters and apprentices exchanged a few words with each other. They all noticed some physical discomfort and stopped chatting.
Dazai Osamu looked at the time, jumped out of bed, and prepared to go out.
"I'm leaving, Mr. Mori!"
Seeing Dazai Osamu's happy face, and knowing how rare it is to be a cheap student, Mori Ogai couldn't help but ask: "What kind of person is Young Master Kawakami?"
Mori Ogai and Kawakami Kiyawa had very little contact.
Counting carefully, there were only two times: once for the first time at the abandoned church, and once for the meeting of the five major cadres.
Then……
He was sent to the hospital for unknown reasons.
Afterwards, Mori Ogai of course also thought about whether Kawakami Kiyokazu had done something, but the young master had just arrived at the port Mafia not long ago, and he had no power and was not familiar with Mafia. The initiative in this matter obviously rested with Lao
As for the leader, if he blames the young master of Kawakami, wouldn't it be the same as those stupid people in ancient times who did not blame the king for the country's collapse but the women in the palace? Therefore, Mori Ogai still worked hard on the old leader.
According to his understanding of the old leader, it won’t be long before he can return to the center of the vortex of Port Mafia, to the old leader’s side.
But this did not prevent Mori Ogai from becoming more and more curious about this young master Kawakami.
Dazai Osamu turned his face, put his hands behind his ears, and said in a long tone: "Mr. Mori, what did you say? The wind is so strong that I can't hear you!"
Then he opened the door and ran away.
Mori Ogai: "…………"
Dazai-kun, when you are perfunctory, you should be more serious. - There is no wind in the room.
Port mafia building. High-end apartment floor.
Oda Sakunosuke is cutting watermelon again.
The red-haired young man feels that his current job is quite comfortable. Although the position is as a bodyguard, he has basically never been used in this area. He spends most of his time doing assistant work. - Oda Sakunosuke actually doesn't understand why the young master
I think he should get two salaries.
Cut the watermelon into tofu-sized pieces, sprinkle with salt, open two bottles of soda, then open the bags of the snacks that the young master and Dazai like, take out appropriate amounts and place them on a snack plate with many grids...
Thinking of the two teenagers playing games and eating without any worries, the red-haired young man exuded a gentle aura.
——But the situation on the other side was not as beautiful as he imagined.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu and Dazai Osamu double queue.
In the fierce PVP battle, Kamishiro Kiyokazu was concentrating on attacking the enemy's base camp. Dazai Osamu suddenly said: "Is that woman pretty?"
"...!"
Kamishiro Kiyowa gave it away with a slip of his hand.
Dazai Osamu said quietly: "You smell like a woman's perfume."
Kamishiro Qinghe raised his hand and smelled it naturally. He didn't realize it at first, but after sniffing carefully, he smelled a very light, vague fragrance, "..."
Belmode!!
The black-haired boy was madly dissing a certain woman, even though she was using a fake identity, she couldn't change her stardom. He also thought that this might be the perfume he sprayed before using the fake identity, but the fragrance never faded... The quality was so good.
Isn’t it a bit outrageous?! Facing Dazai Osamu’s suspicious eyes, Kamishiro Kiyoka raised his hand and swore on the spot: “I promise that I have no feelings for that woman.”
He didn't lie.
I have to go to Teacher Sharon to learn acting in the next few days. It’s hard to tell lies, not to mention——
Facing the jealous Dazai Cat, looking at those round kite-colored eyes, what shit-sweeper would have the heart to deceive?
"Who is that woman?"
"Ah...I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"..."
When Oda Sakunosuke came over with the snack tray, he heard such an unpleasant conversation, and it almost reminded him of the "housework" he dealt with when he was a member of the bottom class. Oda Sakunosuke put down the snack tray and brought it again
Soda and watermelon, they want to talk but stop talking, stop talking but want to.
Even if he was caught in Dazai Maomao's chaos, such a troubled expression was eye-catching. Kamishiro Kiyoka went through the previous conversation in his mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched crazily, speaking out for his innocence: "Oda-kun, it's not you.
That’s what I thought.”
Osamu Dazai stood on the sofa and put his hands on his hips: "What is that? Tell me?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu pulled Dazai Maomao down, and his head was covered with black streaks, "What have you been watching lately, any bloody dramas?"
The black-haired boy quickly whispered in his friend's ear: "It has something to do with my identity, are you sure you want to know?" Using Dazai Maomao's character of liking to guess riddles and unwilling to admit defeat to avoid this question, Kamishiro Kiyokazu then pressed the button on his friend.
He sat down on the sofa and picked up his phone again as if nothing had happened.
"..."
Because of the two of them, one sent and the other hung up, and their teammates were persevering in speaking beautiful Japanese to them.
Kamidai Kiyawa decisively reopened the business.
Osamu Dazai slowly picked up his phone and turned it on again.
The atmosphere is restored to harmony.
For the three people in the dormitory, although there was a small episode, the night was overall beautiful and peaceful. But for a member of a black organization who was under surveillance, it was completely the opposite.
The moonlight is bright and clear.
Belmode looked down from the window in the moonlight.
The mafia men were guarding silently, and the rules of shift changes and patrols were completely clear during her six-hour observation. All she had to wait for now was just a moment.
The time when humans are most likely to get sleepy.
Even if the mafia is called a creature of the night, it is no exception.
Belmod thought of the information collected.
The mafia girl who unexpectedly visited did not take away her mobile phone and computer. Of course, Bellmode checked it online. Unfortunately, the name Kiyawa Kawakami has no presence on the Internet, whether it is the open network or the dark network. Bellmode was temporarily
Not sure whether the other party was a small fish or a big crocodile, she naturally thought of a colleague from the black organization who had just suffered a loss in Yokohama——
Bourbon, who is also in the intelligence team.
Unfortunately, the communication between the two was not smooth.
At this time, Belmode understood Gin's feelings very well, and the mystics were indeed quite annoying.
but--
a Secret Makes a Woman Woman.
What's more, she has already received the most crucial tip.
Kawakami Kiyokazu...
The young master of Port Mafia?
Belmode, who also knew the current situation of the port mafia, contacted Kawakami Kiyawa and asked for it. He almost immediately came up with the reason why the other party needs to act like a proud, charming and charming beauty - oh, that old leader is already so crazy.
To what extent?
Thinking of some business dealings between the black organization and Port Mafia, Bermod's eyes flickered. She thought about it for a second and then gave up quickly. After all, that was not the part she was responsible for.
Besides, the port mafia may not be able to maintain business relations with the black organization - even if the old leader is gone, isn't there still a young master who is not a simple man?
The mafias surrounding him, who obviously have nothing to do with the old leader and belong only to Kawakami Kiyawa's own forces, look really well-trained.
Belmode sat in front of a computer screen connected to a miniature camera to observe the conditions of short-term rental buildings.
The couple in the next room probably have a problem too.
The short-term rental building was surrounded by the mafia, and the tenants naturally quit the rent one after another. Except for those who did not know the situation outside due to various reasons, the entire building was basically cleared of irrelevant people, but the young couple in the next room still did not move.
You are really well prepared, Master Kawakami.
But if you just think of me as Sharon Wynyard...
I can't play with you anymore.
The blonde woman played with a pistol and raised her red lips in the dark room, filling the room with brightness.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The restless and light-sleeping proprietress was awakened by the mafia's fire.
The proprietress hid on the edge of the window and looked out quietly. She saw the mafia surrounding the building exchanging fire with a group of people who were scattered in formation and looked very unreliable at first glance. She couldn't help praying to God in her heart, hoping that these evil gods would not affect her property.
, while frantically recalling whether the losses caused by this situation are covered by insurance.
Belmode stood at the window.
At this time, she had disguised herself as the boss's wife and put on clothes of the same color as the ones on the outside of the building illuminated by the moonlight. She could leave calmly as long as the mafia ignored her.
It seems that the level of outside members in Yokohama is higher than that in Tokyo.
Regional issue?
As a code member of the black organization, Belmode, like most code members, does not take the lives of peripheral members seriously. What's more, she has already distributed the mafia's shift and patrol rules to those peripheral members and selected them.
At the right time, you will realize that you have done your best to be kind and righteous.
It's time to go.
Carrying her mobile phone and weapons, the woman's slim figure nimbly climbed along the window sill and attached to the drainage pipe, nimbly reached the 10th floor, tidied up a little, and moved down the stairs.
Belmode vividly played the role of the boss's wife who came out to inspect her property because she was worried about it. She knew that with the boss's character, she would definitely shrink in the room at this time, and there would be no black humor in the two of them appearing at the same time. - The mafia Lu encountered was not the same.
Not much, and if the mafia cannot cooperate actively, they will cooperate passively... Under the disguise, the woman from the black organization showed a cold smile.
Arrive at the first floor.
This is the floor with the most mafia and the most chaotic floor, and she only needs to——
"Sorry, Ms. Wynyard."
A soft but firm female voice sounded beside her, "It's too dangerous ahead, please stop."
The voice of the wife in that couple.
Belmod curled his lips and turned around. Just as he was about to say something, his breath suddenly choked.
The person who came was indeed the wife.
And behind this young woman——
A tall woman is suspended.
She had her hair combed, and her long hair was loose and flowing; her face was pale, and her empty eyes were shedding blood and tears; she was wearing a kimono and holding a samurai sword; her whole body was shrouded in a hazy halo, indicating the inhumanity
identity.
Belmod heard his own voice: "Is this... a superpower?"
The young woman politely said: "Yaksha Baixue, please give me your advice."
Belmode is not someone who gives up easily.
However, after discovering that guns were basically ineffective against "Yaksha Shirayuki" and that the speed and strength of "Yaksha Shirayuki" were far beyond her reach, she had no choice but to accept defeat with regret.