Kamishiro Kiyowa's eyes wandered for a moment, and then moved back again.
Calm.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's not me who's embarrassed.
……nonsense.
"Don't you know?" Kandairo Kiyawa maintained a nonchalant expression, slowly sat up and looked at his waist, "I learned so much in Teacher Sharon's acting class, and last night was just the day I finally put it into practice."
Hmm.
It looks a bit miserable.
Some injuries are like this. You don’t feel it at the time. It’s only after a while that you notice the pain, such as these strangulation marks.
Even Kamishiro Kiyoka himself felt quite shocked when he looked at the red marks appearing on his skin. - If he had never seen those unlucky guys in the mafia interrogation room. - No, it might be because... his skin
It’s whiter and more eye-catching in comparison?
Dazai Osamu lowered his head, his eyes covered by the sea of currents, and his voice was like a gossamer, "Where did this trace... come from?"
Kamishiro Kiyowa suddenly realized something.
Dazai governs him...
Being kept in an underground secret medicine clinic, the surrounding environment is also full of erosion from the underground world. A smart child like Dazai Osamu must have learned a lot either actively or passively, including things that many ordinary people will never know in their lifetime.
, the dirtiest part of the world.
"Dazai, look at me."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu held Dazai Osamu's cheeks with both hands and looked into the kite-colored eyes, "What are you thinking? Do you think I am the kind of person who sells my body and dignity for profit?"
The young man sneered contemptuously, with an indestructible pride between his brows, "I can't think of anything in this world that is worthy of me doing this."
The young boy with wild eyes stared blankly at the black-haired boy.
Time seems to stand still.
Fine golden dust floats in the air.
Osamu Dazai slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the long, thick eyelashes of the young man in front of him. Seeing how he blinked reflexively, he muttered and complained, "It feels weird not being able to see your eyes at this time."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Yes.
Wearing contact lenses to bed again.
As if he noticed the change in his friend's mood, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, "Qinghe?"
Kamishiro Kiyawa laughed, "It's just the eyes."
The black-haired boy pulled a disinfectant wipe from the coffee table, wiped his hands, lowered his head and moved his hands skillfully around his eyes. When he raised his head, his pupils had turned into a light amber color.
It seems that due to the discomfort after taking off the contact lens, the boy blinked his eyes frequently, and his eye sockets quickly became moist. Dazai Osamu poured out the moisture outside the window. In the noon sun, through the moisture, he could see the luster in the eyes.
These real eyes are dancing, extremely clear, and extremely shining.
He was right.
They are eyes as beautiful as gems.
Osamu Dazai suddenly asked: "Before today, if I said I wanted to look into your eyes, would that be okay?"
"certainly."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu didn't think there was anything to hesitate about, "Didn't you already promise me to keep it a secret?"
He was referring to the retractor in the bookstore.
"Dazai, you are too timid."
Kandairo Kiyokazu rubbed his eyes and said, "Although it is social etiquette to maintain a safe distance, but sometimes be bold, not only will you not lose anything, but you may gain more." He thought for a few seconds and added rigorously, "Well
, I’m not sure about other people, at least that’s the case here.”
The shit-sweeper will not hate cats!
If he refuses Dazai Maomao, it is definitely a situation where he must refuse.
Osamu Dazai: "..."
The kite-eyed young man blinked and said slowly, "Oh, then where did this mark come from?"
He raised his hand to cover the red mark and rubbed it gently.
"hiss!"
The troublemaking hand was held down.
Kamishiro Kiyoka finally felt the power of the girdle. It was okay if he didn't touch these marks, but it would be a bit worse if he touched them. He looked at Osamu Dazai helplessly, "Don't touch it, it hurts." The black-haired boy picked up the topic again.
, "It's the sequelae of wearing a big skirt that ties the waist. You must have seen it on TV or the Internet? The kind of skirt that European aristocratic ladies wear at tea parties and banquets."
Dazai Osamu obediently didn't touch him again, but he didn't take his hand back either. Instead, he vaguely traced the red marks at a distance of a finger's width and said, "Is that why you stayed in the chief's office for four hours?"
"That's what Oda-kun said."
Kamishiro Kiyoka corrected him, "It didn't take that long. I put on makeup first and then went there, and then changed into a full set of clothes. It took two hours." He complained casually, "You don't know how troublesome it is.
Skirts, jewelry, shoes, hairstyles... Now I understand why noble ladies have so many maids."
Osamu Dazai: "..."
ah.
Suddenly I felt that the old leader died too easily.
Osamu Dazai jumped off the sofa, "I'll get you some medicine!"
The young boy with bright eyes quickly came back with the medicinal wine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Kamishiro Kiyawa swallowed the words "I think I will be fine in two days" and calmly accepted Dazai Maomao's concern. He spread the medicinal wine evenly and flattened his shirt.
, and put on the long black windbreaker hanging on the hanger.
The body warms up.
Kamishiro Kiyoka realized something and said with a smile: "Dazai saw me sleeping on the sofa and was afraid that I would be cold, so he came over here? Thank you."
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It's still the kind of person who comes forward on his own initiative.
It is simply the treatment that most shit-sweepers dream of.
The hour hand points to 12 o'clock.
Oda Sakunosuke knocked on the ajar door, "Young Master? Dazai?"
"Bang!"
The sound of the dormitory door being closed.
"It'll be ready soon!" Dazai Osamu shouted, lowering his voice to his friends, "Hurry up and put on the contact lenses."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: "...Okay."
His mood subtly returned to his dark, unwavering eyes, and he felt that Dazai's cat who wanted to maintain the record of "a peace that only I know" was inexplicably cute, so at this time, it was better not to mention the crowd outside the port mafia.
I know his colleagues from the Secret Service with their original color of eyes.
It ruins the atmosphere too much.
The theme of the afternoon is the new dormitory.
Kamishiro Kiyowa didn't have time to appreciate the decorated dormitory until he finished lunch.
The new dormitory opened up the side and merged the areas of the two dormitories. The hall alone has almost no changes from the original one. The master bedroom and the second bedroom are also basically the same. On this basis, a cloakroom and a game room have been added, and the remaining area
, were put together in the bathroom. When Osamu Dazai saw the two-meter-diameter built-in circular massage bathtub, he cheered a little, but then felt a little depressed, "If it is bigger, you can swim..."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: "We can go to the swimming pool."
"Can't we go to the hot springs?"
"Alright."
Kamidai Kiyokazu thought for a moment and said, "When you book a private tour, you can swim however you want."
The logistics department is obviously very concerned about the young master's dormitory. In addition to the hardware decoration, it has also completed a lot of soft furnishings, fabrics, curtains, green plants... They are all in the elegant and warm colors that Kamishiro Kiyoshi likes. The black-haired boy stood next to
In front of a tassel tapestry with an elk pattern, I asked Osamu Dazai, who was wandering around, "Is there anything you want to change or add? We can go to the logistics department to look through the inventory, or maybe go to the mall to buy."
"Isn't it more dangerous to go out these two days?" Dazai Osamu, who was informed of this morning's "leader's assassination incident", said this.
Insert an explanation here.
Regarding the assassination of the leader, Dazai Osamu listened to the version without the high-heeled shoe prints. A person involved said, "We found the leader's privacy at the scene, which may be more adult. I won't tell it to pollute your ears."
, skipped this paragraph openly and achieved the achievement of "not lying to Dazai Maomao".
"It will probably be difficult to have free time in the future."
Kamishiro Kiyawa lamented, sat down on the sofa, hugged a pillow and began to mutter, "It seems that Mori-kun can't leave yet. Since he wants to be the leader, he must be very good at handling official affairs... right?"
Dazai Osamu spread his hands, "Who knows."
That's right.
His experience as an underground secret doctor and a private doctor obviously did not allow Mori Ogai to show off his talents.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu turned over Mori Ogai's resume in his mind, trying to find out the source of his confidence, and then discovered that Mori Ogai might be preparing to become a leader while studying and learning in practice. After all, although the five buildings on the port mafia's appearance are glamorous,
But there is a bit of a grass-roots team inside, and the old leader’s academic qualifications are not high...
Tsk.
So is Mori Ogai okay?
Mori Ogai felt that he was not doing well.
After Black Lizard brought him to the port mafia headquarters, he didn't take him to see anyone. He just searched him directly and put him in the holding room of the underground prison. It's been half a day now, and no one has come to see him.
——Worst case scenario.
Mori Ogai could almost imagine what would happen next: the old leader died, and while he was being imprisoned and losing his freedom, he was completely derailed from the information from the outside world. He would not be released until the dust settled and the young master or a certain cadre succeeded to the throne.
...Or, it will never be released.
"Rintaro~"
The blond girl in a red dress appeared in the simple detention room. Her presence made the dark room much brighter, and the smell of blood soaking in the air became less pungent. Mori Ogai twitched the corner of his mouth, "Alice-chan, what do you mean?
, what should I do?”
Everything happened too fast and suddenly.
There was no time to prepare.
As if there were countless coincidences woven into destiny, and as if there were invisible hands controlling the trajectory, Mori Ogai intuitively felt that he had overlooked an important key point, but the lack of information left him with countless guesses, but unable to determine the correct option.
.—But those are not too important at this time.
Alice spoke his mind: "Are you going to find Miss Hongye?"
Ozaki Momiji can be said to be Mori Ogai's trump card.
Even in the best case scenario, if the old leader dies of illness and Mori Ogai, who happens to be beside the old leader, forges a will, will the port mafia really be convinced?
Even if there is no young master, even if there is a strong witness...
It sounds like an outdated joke for a private doctor to succeed as the leader of a mafia organization.
But Ozaki Momiji’s support made this possible.
This cadre, who was looked down upon by the old leader because of his gender, was in charge of the business of inclusive mafia, inside and out. When the remaining cadres were either dead, neutral, or over-ambitious and lacking in strength, if he could stand up and provide 100% help
With support and the power of his own co-optation, Ogai Mori is sure to take the position of leader of the Port Mafia and slowly become a veritable leader.
In the past time, Mori Ogai has been trying hard to win over Ozaki Momiji, and he thinks he has done a good enough job...
Such a thing as being pleasing to the human heart...
Mori Ogai pondered.
He thought that after his break with Fukuzawa Yukichi, his control over people's hearts had grown a lot, but facing the moss-covered walls of the prison cell, Mori Ogai couldn't help but begin to doubt his own judgment: He
Do you really know Ozaki Momiji? Is Ozaki Momiji unaware that he is being held here?
——Or should I say...
Alice tilted her head: "Rintaro?"
Mori Ogai rubbed his forehead and said, "Wait a little longer."