Chapter 85 My Adoptive Father Mori Ogai/Come, Call Mom
How did things turn out like this.
Nakahara Chuuya sat on the rooftop, looking blankly at the ant-like people downstairs.
How did things turn out like this.
To understand what happened, we have to go back a few days.
He politely declined Mori Ogai's suggestion of sending someone to protect him, even though someone would definitely follow him even if he refused. But this kind of tacit understanding between us and me was so thorough that Dazai Osamu was almost fed up with it.
Nothing was different, except that he was not wearing the black coat given to him by Mori Ogai, but a light gray coat instead. It was even difficult for him to clearly feel the change in the world line.
There are still changes.
When Mori Ogai was not his teacher, his attitude towards him did not have that certainty that he knew everything about it. Precisely because they were not familiar with each other, he did not have to worry about the unspoken rules that were tacitly understood by each other, so he had extra fun playing.
As for those vague inquiries, it was easy to avoid them.
I said goodbye to the security guard guarding the door of the leader's office. The dark elevator looked like a coffin. Dazai Osamu walked lightly and let the elevator attendant press the down button. His eyes fell on the smooth silver mirror-like surface of the elevator's inner wall. Then he suddenly looked up and smiled gently at the surveillance camera.
The office is the office of Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya Nakahara likes high-end retro but slightly eccentric styles. In summary, it is old-fashioned and weird. Burgundy curtains fell on the huge windows, and the dark brown bookcases that were almost decorative were of expensive texture. The sunlight penetrated through the glass, giving it an old and exquisite atmosphere. It's just that he doesn't like soft carpets, which are a standard Mafia equipment, and in some ways his frugality is unnecessary.
In order to have an adult feel, his chair was also made of wood and was hard. Dazai Osamu didn't like that chair. He basically would not go to the office area. At most, he would take a nap on the black leather sofa in the reception area. Of course, he was quite unrestrained when Nakahara Chuuya was present.
The smile fell from his face the moment he stepped into the room. Dazai Osamu fell directly on the sofa, staring at the crystal chandelier above his head. A light bulb lit up above his head, and he looked for the rope in the room excitedly. If he couldn't find it, he would ask directly.
"Moshimoshi, do you have a rope?"
There was no one in the room, or so it seemed. But after he said this, a young boy's voice suddenly sounded.
"No."
Feeling a little frustrated, Dazai Osamu sighed, lay back on the sofa, and stared at the chandelier.
The fact that he was able to be released must have been due to safety preparations. He would use the short sword to protect him all day long. Except for places like the chief's office where even a fly could hardly get in, he would definitely not be able to stay alone.
He didn't really hate them. After all, the purpose of these daggers was not to monitor him. As long as he refused, the daggers would not follow him. Moreover, these daggers didn't care what he did at all, and their attitude towards his suicide was just as cold as Chijianmu's. Normally, you can't hear the heartbeat or breathing, and there is no sense of existence.
Just treat it as a knife and throw it away if you don't like it.
Hearing the slight noise outside, Dazai Osamu lazily turned his head and stared at the door.
The offices of cadres or quasi-cadres like them would certainly not be just one room like those of ordinary members. The room is well soundproofed and is divided into three or four rooms. The outermost layer is the secretarial affairs processing office, which is used for the handover of documents. The inside is the reception room, office, and lounge. He was lying on the sofa in the reception room when he saw the outermost door opened and a humanoid creature crawling in.
Oh, I walked in. Sorry, I can’t see my legs at all.
"Officer Dazai, we should leave."
Nakahara Chuuya pushed open the door and saw that his office was still the same as he left it. He felt strange, and when he saw a person on the sofa, the feeling became even more weird.
He thinks he is straightforward and cheerful. Those who are straightforward and offend him are basically dead, and those who are cheerful and alive will not have any direct emotional response to him. He really couldn't figure out when he had offended a man like Dazai Osamu. He wanted to take over his office without even knowing him, and sometimes targeted him, as if he enjoyed it and was ridiculously familiar with him.
Of course, he is a very considerate person, and Mori Ogai also advised him that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and he can afford to wait for ten years. Given how annoying this person is, he will definitely remember this person ten years later. He can wait and endure.
Of course, this doesn't mean that he will definitely take revenge.
When Mori Ogai was thirteen years old, he encountered a sheep while strolling and was attacked by the sheep. After he fell out with Yang, he was taken in by Mori Ogai, who taught him knowledge and gave him a home. His previous roughness was more or less washed away, and he has become a very reliable young man.
As a side note, Dazai Osamu can testify to this matter. Sometimes when Dazai Osamu looks back, he always feels that he can see the shadow of Mori Ogai in Nakahara Chuuya. This matter once made him very disgusted, because perhaps he also has some similarities with Mori Ogai. He felt that Mori Ogai was some kind of bacteria or contaminant, and no one who was contaminated by it could be washed clean.
Dazai Osamu teased Nakahara Chuuya for so long, and yet Nakahara Chuuya was able to resist hitting him, which really amazed him. The cultivation of young people's awareness is so important. Even firecrackers can go off. That's awesome.
At this time, Nakahara Chuuya still didn't know that he was the main target of torture. He found that the office was no different from when he left, and wondered if this person liked his style very much? He also likes the heavy retro feel mixed with some unconventional touches. If this is true, perhaps he can establish a good relationship with Dazai Osamu. It is impossible for people who like the same style to become enemies, right?
Fortunately, he did not say this out loud, otherwise not only would Dazai Osamu be disgusted on the spot, but he would also have to slap himself a few times when he woke up in the middle of the night soon after.
"Um……"
Dazai Osamu waved his hand and threw the pillow in the gap between the sofa to the ground, then stuffed his own pillow deep into the gap between the sofa and mumbled to him about the task. His rhythm and vocabulary were very professional, and his jargon was extremely fluent.
...Isn't he an ordinary person who has never been involved in mafia affairs? But his attitude was so natural that Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care.
"It's the resurrection of the previous generation..."
The lying Dazai Osamu suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed across his iris-colored eyes.
Nakahara Chuuya had long known that he was Arabato, and Mori Ogai knew it too. Someone is making trouble with the affairs of Huang Batu and his predecessor, and it's hard not to think that someone is targeting the two of them. After getting off the bus at Leibo Street, Nakahara Chuuya was thinking about the information with a nervous expression, while Dazai Osamu's expression was very subtle, with a half smile.
Of course, Dazai Osamu knew about this. He not only knew the answer to the riddle, but he also knew the answer, the riddle, and the reference materials. Not only that, when he came, he also saw the information that Mori Ogai had investigated about Rando, whose real name was Rambo. Mori Ogai didn't expect him to be of any help, so he just looked at him without asking him. It was also fortunate that he didn't ask. After all, Nakahara Chuuya had a good relationship with Rimbaud, and it was easy to get Rimbaud to talk because he was not very spiritual in the early days. In addition, Chimamaku himself was an intelligence officer and had been investigating foreign people with special abilities for some time. He knew about the existence of the assassin King Verlaine long beforehand. In other words, he not only got the script, he even got the outline.
Of course, he wasn't going to say it now.
Passing by the street corner, Dazai saw a few teenagers who were not doing well. He raised an eyebrow. He went to the market quite often, so those kids looked familiar to him. He glanced at Nakahara Chuuya, who walked over calmly without any slowness in his steps. The children looked at him in fear, huddled in the shadows, as if they were seeing an enemy.
I don’t know what Mori Ogai did, but it definitely wasn’t a good thing. This guy probably has the habit of teasing children. He always has to raise a child and teach him for fun, but he never does a good job of teaching him. He is a bad boy and has nothing to do.
"Hey, are you listening? Hello?"
Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him with a helpless frown. Dazai Osamu looked at him repeatedly and spoke directly without caring about his life or death:
"You are Huang Ba Tu, right?"
The next moment, Nakahara Chuuya's pupils suddenly dilated, and the expression on his face suddenly darkened. He looked ugly and stared at him closely.
"What did you say? How did you know that?"
"I can tell fortunes, and I figured it out." Dazai Osamu lied casually, looking off into the distance, carefree:
"It's very accurate. My divination also tells me that there will be an explosion in three seconds."
Before Nakahara Chuuya could recover from the afterglow of shock, he heard these words and uttered a cry of "What?"
However, Dazai Osamu has already started counting down.
"3, 2..."
Maybe it was because of the trailer that he had a premonition of certain things that were about to happen. When the countdown reached 2, Nakahara Chuuya's hair stood on end. He picked up Dazai Osamu and was ready to run, but his supernatural power was disqualified as a human being, and he tripped before he could even run. In a hurry, he pulled up the stone slab on the ground and smashed it in front of the two men. At the moment when the countdown reached 1, black flames rose up and the explosion hit the stone slab, causing cracks in the thick stone slab. At this moment, the bandaged boy was tilting his head and looking at him with a smile, looking annoyingly calm.
"You idiot! How did you know that? If you knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It wouldn't be bad to die, right?" Dazai Osamu said frankly.
"Ah?" Is he sick?
"But I can't die... What a pity..." Dazai Osamu muttered a few words, and Nakahara Chuuya didn't quite understand. He saw Dazai Osamu turned his head and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. The criminal is probably coming for you. He probably doesn't know you are Aramatsu but guessed you are. I have an idea. Do you want to complete the mission? Chuuya."
"Why are you yelling so intimately?!" Nakahara Chuuya's expression was serious. He shuddered with disgust at this sentence, but he was still intrigued by these few words and asked immediately, "What's your idea?"
So easy to fool, I completely forgot to ask him how he knew. In this regard, Nakahara Chuuya is still as gullible as ever (specifically referring to Dazai Osamu). Dazai Osamu touched his conscience which didn't hurt at all, and sighed.
…
Yes, this is how it all started.
A group of men in black were holding cameras, Dazai Osamu was rolling up a stack of white paper, and Nakahara Chuuya had a stiff face and opened his mouth to the camera.
"I say...is this necessary?"
He would never have imagined that Dazai Osamu's idea was to shoot a commercial.
"Of course it is necessary." Dazai Osamu said seriously.
He said that since the criminal did this he must want to lure Huang Batu into the trap, the two must have an affair, maybe it was a mistake made when they were young (Nakahara Chuuya shouted that he was only seven or eight years old at that time). He was a kind person and could not bear to see misunderstandings and infighting. He asked him to shoot a commercial, which could not only explain his past but also recruit new members for the mafia that was short of manpower. He would cover all the expenses during the period, so he should not take advantage of the situation.
Nakahara Chuuya was fooled by a big scam and his eyes turned pale. Before he could figure out why the mafia needed to use advertisements to recruit new members, he was hit in the face by the script.
He went to find Mori Ogai, who was silent for a long time and then sighed.
He said that Dazai Osamu had already made the complaint, and that he was very sad that Nakahara Chuuya did not agree with his plan, and that he wanted to return to the Port Mafia to continue working for everyone's welfare. But Mori Ogai has not been able to deal with the gold-plated mosaic statue so far, and if Dazai Osamu stays in the five buildings for one more day, someone will get hurt. Anyway, the commercial has been filmed and will definitely not be released. As for the Arahatsu incident, someone (Dazai Osamu asked Chimamaku to send a message to Mori Ogai) said that it could be resolved and asked him to be patient. He was probably just an overly enthusiastic child.
As for the mafia's advertising, it doesn't matter. Behind the port mafia is the newly established Mori Corporation, which is a legitimate enterprise. Business and mafia are inseparable, so let Dazai use the company as an excuse and let him do whatever he wants.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was thrown out to deal with the trouble, hung up the phone sadly. He was willing to solve the trouble for the boss, but this trouble was too troublesome.
"Master Zhongyuan, get ready to start filming!"
Nakahara Chuuya walked to the position silently and raised his head.
**
"I have lived here since I became conscious." The ochre-haired boy looked at the big hole on the ground (it is said that it will be photoshopped into Leibo Street) with deep affection, but his eyes twitched inexplicably. The light music was sad and gentle: "I lost my parents when I was young..."
“…”
"When I was thirteen, my adoptive father adopted me..." The instrumental music suddenly became intense: "He also adopted a little sister. We both have sky blue eyes. He was very kind to us... like a father..."
“…” Hey, isn’t this a bit subtle?
"He brought me to Mori Corporation. Here, even though I have no academic qualifications, I still found a job. Promotion and salary increase for prospective cadres are just around the corner..."
“……”He said cadres, right? Right? Which company has cadres?
"Colleagues are warm and friendly, the work is easy, promotions are rewarded with pets, afternoon tea events are held regularly..."
“…”
"Here, I found the value of life. Thanks to my...father...father, the children of Leibo Street now have a home..." The boy tilted his head at a 45-degree angle and wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes. For some reason, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly in the picture, and his toes almost dug through the ground.
“Ka! Hahahahahaha!!”
“Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!”
Dazai Osamu let out a crazy laugh that was not something a human could make. He rolled on the ground, waving his hands to tell his subordinates to quickly put away the memory cards. He laughed wildly.
“Hahahahahaha!”
"What kind of words are you using?"
“Hahahaha, is that how you talk to cadres?”
"If you weren't a cadre..."
Nakahara Chuuya's face flushed red.
Since Mori Ogai agreed to Dazai's plan, Nakahara Chuuya could not resist Dazai.
"What do you mean I lost my parents? What if I still have them?!"
"If a guy hasn't appeared for more than ten years, can he be assumed to be dead? Don't be so naive, you may have missed the point."
"Where did I find the wrong place?!"
Dazai Osamu lowered his head to look at the script and laughed like a steam locomotive.
"Mori Ogai adoptive father...hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha... huh?" Hearing no objection, Dazai Osamu looked up suspiciously, and seeing that Nakahara Chuuya had no intention of refutating this statement, he turned his head away with a blushing face.
"No way, are you serious?" His voice suddenly became calm. (lost smile.jpg)
Are you only rebelling against the first sentence because you think the others are right?
“What…what happened!” Nakahara Chuuya jumped up and down.
"...Don't love him too much. I advise you to see a doctor as soon as possible. The medical department of the animal center is open. Let's go to the canine department now and get him sterilized." Dazai Osamu looked disgusted and wanted to drag Nakahara Chuuya to the hospital on the spot.
"You bastard! Who are you calling a dog again? Are you looking for a fight?"
Veins popped on his head, Nakahara Chuuya gritted his teeth, and for the first time he couldn't hold back and punched Dazai Osamu, and then the two of them started fighting.
"Hahaha, that's the way it should be. Don't let yourself be sold and then have to pay him. That guy is a bastard."
Dazai Osamu was very happy after being beaten. He laughed like a psychopath while beating people. His laughter was very crazy and it was scary to watch:
"I need to edit this film some more, hahahaha. Before that, before that... hahahaha ahaha, let's go find the criminal first."
"Hey! You're not really going to broadcast it?"
"Huh? Do you really think it won't be broadcast?"
"asshole!"
It's not for nothing that Nakahara Chuuya beat people. Dazai Osamu ran away with his head in his hands. Fortunately, Nakahara Chuuya still remembered the rule of not hurting this big father, so he only used his fists and not stones. Even so, the two chased each other for a kilometer or two. When they reached the wall, Dazai Osamu waved his hands and said he couldn't run anymore.
He was pale to begin with, and after running for a long time his face turned a sickly red, with sweat running down the back of his neck. He couldn't catch his breath and took deep breaths over and over again, his chest heaving as if it was about to explode.
To be honest, Zhongyuan Zhongye had never seen someone who was so incompetent and yet loved to play. For a moment, his conscience restrained him and he stood aside, a little at a loss.
"Are you...are you okay? You need to exercise more. How can you have such physical strength?"
“…Hahahaha…”
Dazai laughed again, and while laughing he said:
"Come on, pathetic Chuuya, to reward you, let's find the criminal."
"What criminal are you looking for? Have you been playing all this time?" Anger rose up and Nakahara Chuuya's knuckles made a crackling sound.
"No, haven't I found it? Look..."
Dazai Osamu bent down and held the door as if he was accidentally holding on to a wall. With a slight force, the door suddenly opened.
As soon as the door was opened, hot air hit me in the face. The stove in the luxuriously decorated room was still lit. The young man in thick clothes turned around and looked at the two of them in surprise. He was holding a piece of wood in his hand and was trying to add more firewood.
"...Mr. Randou?" Nakahara Chuuya exclaimed in surprise.
Looking back, Dazai had completely calmed down. Apart from the blush on his cheeks, he showed a strange and unusual excitement. Staggering to his feet, the young man looked at the murderer who was caught in the room without knowing what had happened with a smile, and hit Hara Chuuya on the back with one hand.
“Oooooh! That hurts!”
"What's your name, Lan Tang?"
Dazai Osamu pointed at the people inside, his face bright and sunny, and said in a resounding voice:
"Come on, call mom."
“……?” Nakahara Chuuya/Randou.
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