Chapter 41

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya have been practically living in the shrine lately.

If Nakahara Chuuya were asked to answer how he felt about suddenly having a brother, it might be that this brotherly love was too heavy.

He was so heavy that his weight kept rising in the past few months. He couldn't button up the top button of the dress that Sister Hongye gave him when he first joined the Port Mafia. The most annoying thing was that the bluefish came to eat every day, but he only grew in height!

"Eat more. How can you grow taller if you don't eat?" Taking advantage of the time when Nakahara Chuuya was in a daze, Weilaine scooped him another spoonful of porridge. He learned this from a store in Chinatown. Perhaps the French and flower growers are the only people in the world who have such a great pursuit of food.

Nakahara Chuuya was shocked. The bowl he had just emptied was full again. He collapsed and said, "If I eat any more, I'll be late, brother!"

Compared to Dazai Osamu who was sitting opposite and leisurely trying the crab roe dumplings, Nakahara Chuuya was a little anxious. He hadn't worked overtime for several days. Although there weren't many things to do recently, every time he saw the only leader left at the headquarters, Nakahara Chuuya felt extremely guilty.

"Hey, Mackerel, aren't you leaving yet? Let me make it clear, I won't take you with me." On Nakahara Chuuya's birthday, he received a motorcycle from a friend, which greatly saved the time of traveling between the headquarters and the shrine.

Dazai Osamu said calmly: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I'm late today."

Don't expect Dazai Osamu to stay in the office strangely. He leaves unimportant matters to his subordinates and finishes important things in advance. His working hours are extremely flexible. However, he does have a reason to go to the headquarters today - after Nakahara Chuuya fell asleep last night, Weilun went out.

After so long, Dazai Osamu was almost familiar with the way things were done in the shrine. If Verlaine and Rimbaud did something on their own initiative, they would not hide it from Nakahara Chuuya, and sometimes they would ask him to help with some things. But if it was an order from Hachishaku-sama, they would avoid other people, probably because Hachishaku-sama did not want children to be involved in his own affairs.

But Dazai Osamu did not intend to stay out of it. He did not know why, but he wanted to see the city that the city consciousness expected. With the presence of Hachishaku-sama, Yokohama could definitely establish a new order. In short, he had already handed over the specific plan to Verlaine, and he would make Yokohama what Hachishaku-sama wanted it to be.

Instead of finding a place that gives him a reason to live, it is better to create a place where he can live well.

"Only you know what you want. If you don't have it, just create it." This is what the gentle goblin said.

In short, in order to find out what kind of trouble Yashayo is in this time, Dazai Osamu decides to meet Mori Ogai after a long absence. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be late, but as long as he is before getting off work, it will be fine, because the leader can't run away anyway.

However, when Dazai Osamu returned to the headquarters, he did not find Mori Ogai in the leader's office on the top floor.

The recent cadres and alternate cadres should all get off work on time. No one will handle extra work for the leader, so Mori Ogai should not have time to take Alice out to play.

It was only after asking the secretary that Dazai Osamu found out that Mori Ogai was in the medical department on the first floor, and had been watching over his two children while they were on IV drips without sleeping all night.

Mori Ogai dared not not guard them, because these were sent by Yashakyou. Moreover, they were two rough diamonds, and if they were polished well, they would become helpers no less than Dazai Osamu. If he established a good relationship now, he might be able to help him in the future. After all, he was really in need of high-quality labor.

When Dazai Osamu came over, Mori Ogai asked him if he wanted a subordinate that suited his taste, one for him and one for Nakahara Chuuya. Mori Ogai himself didn't dare to do it, but if he asked two subordinates to come, maybe Hachishayo would be more lenient.

Then Dazai Osamu immediately rejected him. Now he had things he wanted to do and had never thought about helping Dr. Mori train new people.

Compared to this, Dazai Osamu wanted to know more about what role the port mafia played in Yokohama's plan this time.

The sea at night is all lonely, but the brightly lit cruise ship is bustling with activity.

This is a cruise ship heading to Yokohama, departing from Sicily, Italy, passing through countless places in the world, and Yokohama is just one of the stops. Like many destinations, Yokohama naturally has its own unique attraction to these people - a sin that is different from that of ordinary cities.

However, what happened in Yokohama a few months ago was just an ordinary night for ordinary people, but for most people in the other world, it was a warning from Yokohama's city consciousness.

Warn them - don't touch me!

However, profit is the most crazy thing. Even if they give up landing in Yokohama, they will not forget to make a sum of money from it.

Fortunately, Yokohama is a bay city, and ships do not need to dock. People on the shore will send things over. Under the pretext of sending supplies, they carry the things they need to trade in the food and water they use daily. Cruise ships only need to wait on the high seas. It is said that city consciousness cannot leave their own city, otherwise, how could those who fled from Yokohama overnight not be caught by Hachiya-sama?

Everyone was very satisfied with this arrangement. They were excited because people gathered together without any law restrictions, so naturally some things happened, such as gambling.

As the stacks of weights were pushed down, the losers left the field in disgrace, the winners attracted the attention of the crowd, and the onlookers screamed excitedly. Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, the men and women present became extremely sensitive and excited, not to mention that a scene that made their blood boil was indeed happening before their eyes.

The new guest relied on a weight to win all the way to the gambling table with the highest amount.

A lady who was over 30 and still full of charm was so excited that she wanted to hug the boy in front of her: "Don't go on, just come to me and get as much as you want."

Facing the straightforward teasing, the boy did not blush or feel nervous at all. He said in a light tone: "Thank you, sister, but I'm still young and my family won't let me find a girlfriend so early."

As he spoke, ignoring the shy expression of the rich woman in front of him, the boy's teasing expression gradually subsided, and he once again pushed all the weights on the table down: "Mr. A, if you lose this round again, you will have nothing to lose on the table."

As he said, the young man opposite has indeed lost several times. If he loses again, the weights on the table will be reset. It's not that he can't change some weights, but this will make him feel like a gambler at the end of his rope, and the young man opposite will probably not be happy about it.

However, the young man still lost this time, and a large number of weights were swept to his opponent by the dealer.

"It seems that there is no next game." The young man spread his hands with regret and prepared to get up and leave.

"Wait." As expected, the young man stopped him, took out a small black velvet bag from his arms, untied the rope and poured out the contents. It was a pile of dazzling gems, of such high quality and so expensive that they could even buy the cruise ship they were on.

Even though there were no guests who were short of money here, seeing so many priceless gems could not help but cause everyone to gasp.

The young man was very satisfied with the reactions of others. He used his fingers to move the gems one by one and said, "How about we bet on this?"

Seeing the fish take the bait, the boy showed some interest: "If it's just a few gems, I'm not interested. Or do you plan to gamble more?"

"If you bet more, then the chips you have on the table will not be enough." The young man was so excited that his pupils trembled. He supported the gambling table with both hands, wanting to see what kind of chips the candidate cadres of the Port Mafia could come up with.

The boy, no, it was Dazai Osamu, a candidate cadre under the age of sixteen, holding a few chips in his hand, and letting them fall freely. Although they were plastic tokens, they were particularly captivating in that special occasion.

After all, once money makes a sound, all other sounds will stop abruptly, while human desires will be infinitely magnified.

"So, how about this chip?"

The black object was placed on the table. Dazai Osamu put a bullet in it and turned on the safety: "Every time I win a game, one of the gems on the table belongs to me. Every time I lose a game, I will take one bullet. How about that?"

The gems on the table give Dazai far more opportunities to regret.

"Okay, if you agree, the game begins."

The gamble of risking the life of a candidate for the Port Mafia cadre naturally attracted the attention of countless people, but not everyone was attracted to it.

For example, Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who is waiting for the "gems" to be delivered to his door in his room, no amount of money can be as beautiful as the supernatural gems in his collection room.

"I told you to go to land, but you insisted on arranging this on the sea." Shibusawa Ryuhiko weighed the gem in his hand with some boredom.

What he complained about was the Russians who were still wearing warm clothes in the summer: "It's safer to stay at sea than to go to land, isn't it?"

"Ha, it just facilitates your plan." Both of them are the ones who hold the script, and their calculations against each other are nothing more than tacit behavior under the exchange of interests.

Tuos smiled faintly and didn't reply, but Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't like being arranged so clearly: "Why, you also want to become a member of my collection room?"

The implication was that he was being driven away, but Doshi was not angry at all. He had originally planned to leave after the dean sent Nakajima Atsushi over. It was only a little early in the morning, so he just went to get what he needed.

After Dos left, Shibusawa Ryuhiko relaxed a lot and arranged his torture instruments bit by bit. If he wanted the gem to show its most beautiful appearance, he needed a little more stimulation.

At the same time, two figures, one big and one small, quietly boarded the ferry on a cargo ship.

(End of this chapter)