Chapter 91 The Pattern Opens

As an outstanding actor, Bermode will certainly not ruin his own image.

"Goodbye, Mr. Dazai, have a nice evening." Vermouth raised his chin slightly, nodded slightly at Dazai, then took out his sunglasses and put them on in a dashing manner.

The proud and reserved expression on Bermode's face was mostly covered, leaving only her suggestive red lips. Then she walked away without caring about her relatives and became the first person to leave, leaving behind the men with a fragrant scent and staring eyes.

"..." Dazai Osamu, who was left behind, picked up the signature cocktail that the bartender had just brought him, and raised his glass to the departing figure of Bermode without much concern: "Goodbye, dear Miss Bermode, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Catch a glimpse of the bartender giving him the same infatuated look, Dazai Osamu silently clicked his tongue, what a difficult woman she is, a completely different type from Sister Momiji.

Dazai Osamu, feeling slightly unhappy, turned his head to the bartender and asked maliciously, "It's so dark in the bar. Can she see clearly with sunglasses on?"

"Ah...ah?" The bartender took a while to realize that the customer was talking to him after hearing Dazai's teasing. He subconsciously wanted to speak a few words to defend the beautiful lady, but after his eyes met Dazai's dark and gloomy eyes, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and only agreed dryly: "Maybe he can't see clearly."

"Huh." Dazai Osamu stared at the bartender for a few seconds, then looked away with boredom, took out a few bills from his wallet and slapped them on the bar, then stood up and left without any reluctance.

After returning to the Ganghei Building to report the progress of the mission to Mori Ogai, Dazai Osamu couldn't wait to leave the leader's office and go to another building to find Douma to "play".

Vermouth's performance just now dispelled some of Dazai Osamu's doubts, but his intuition told him that things might not be that simple.

Is Bermode, a senior officer of the Black Organization and the so-called "Witch of a Thousand Faces", really a woman who would use such a despicable scheme? It is too inappropriate to pretend to be a superficial and arrogant person in front of him just to show weakness and gain the upper hand.

Was this a sign of disrespect for Dazai Osamu, or was there something else going on? Dazai Osamu pondered this meaningful question in his heart without making a sound.

Dazai Osamu's sudden arrival was completely unexpected by Douma, and wasn't it a little too late? Thinking of this, Douma looked up at the wall clock and saw that the pointer was almost at twelve o'clock.

There is no such thing as a visit without a request. This saying is especially appropriate for Dazai Osamu. Douma, alert, put the pen in his hand on the desk and looked at Dazai Osamu standing at the door inquiringly: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Is it late?" Dazai asked innocently, his eyes fell on the document in front of Douma, and then without waiting for Douma to answer, he said righteously: "It's still working hours."

"..." Douma was successfully choked by Dazai Osamu's self-questioning and answering. The reason why he was still working so late was because he was already an executive now, okay?

It's not that Douma becomes a top corporate slave after becoming an executive. Although he can work without eating or sleeping, it is impossible for him to work overtime. It's not too late to leave the unfinished work to the next day.

This is the last stubbornness of the workers. They are totally different from the government employees who believe in the principle of "you don't have to get up if you don't sleep, and you don't have to go to work if you don't get off work." After all, work is something that will never be finished! (bushi)

Without Morio's interference, Douma, who has been promoted to a cadre, can arrange his own working hours independently. Therefore, he complies with the physiological needs of the cannibal and arranges his working hours beautifully for himself, resting during the day and working at night, and he is very happy.

As for those who rely on their special physique as cannibals, stay in a safe room to process documents during the day, and go out to do work that requires going out at night, they are completely evil, the most evil of evils! Capitalists will cry after hearing this, okay?

This place needs @Gin and the capitalist Douma who deserves to be hung on the street light. (Strike it out hard)

Seeing that Douma didn't say anything, Dazai continued to argue: "Since everyone is still working, how can you say it's late?"

"Hmm... who are you all pointing at?" Douma grasped the key point of Dazai Osamu's words, and it must be said that his curiosity was aroused.

When it comes to Dazai Osamu, he is no longer sleepy. He is as cheerful as a lively high school student sharing gossip with his classmates. He deliberately lowers his voice mysteriously: "Of course, I am referring to Mr. Mori and Chuuya."

Mr. Mori and Chuuya? Oh, that's fine.

Douma was not surprised to hear the answer. If it was these two people, it would be reasonable for them to work overtime until midnight.

After all, he is the last conscience of the famous port mafia and a model worker among model workers. As for Mr. Mori, you can tell what he is by looking at his receding hairline. When he was young, he was a pretty girl at the University of Tokyo, but when he reached middle age, he... ahem, hard to say.

Mori Ogai: ...Are you polite?

Douma, who was polite but not too polite, coughed lightly and brought the topic back on track: "So, why did you suddenly think of coming to see me?"

Although they are all cadres, they don't often hang out together. In other words, without the leader's call, it is normal for them not to meet each other for a long time.

Whether it is due to busy work or some other reasons that cannot be spoken directly, such as cadres getting too close to each other, the person sitting at the top should panic.

Dazai Osamu did not take the customary avoidance of suspicion among the officers seriously. After all, he was always dancing around Mr. Mori's bottom line, hoping that Mr. Mori would not be able to bear it one day and poison him to death.

By the way, Mr. Mori had promised him the painless suicide poison two years ago, but he still hadn't delivered it! Dazai Osamu suddenly felt heartbroken and thought without any burden: So, Mr. Mori shouldn't blame him for always causing trouble for him, because Mr. Mori owed him this.

Dazai Osamu, who had no regrets at all, pulled his thoughts back and threw out the bait without showing any emotion: "Oh, I just finished negotiating the contract with Ms. Bermode and reported to Mr. Mori, so I thought I'd tell you."

Yes, there was always a little doubt in Dazai Osamu's heart that had not been dispelled.

Even without substantial evidence, Dazai suspected that the woman in Bermode's attitude toward him was strange because of the voice.

Anyone who has heard his voice and Douma's voice will inevitably confuse the two of them.

So, did that cunning woman from Bermode know Douma? Dazai had to guess.

Tongma, the truly clueless boss, asked out of genuine curiosity, "So what was the result? Did the cooperation come to fruition?"

"No, Miss Bermode thought the port mafia was too unsophisticated and rejected me on the grounds that our style of doing things did not conform to her aesthetic." Dazai Osamu spoke nonsense in a serious manner, and it sounded so real.

"...What a unique little sister." Douma sighed sincerely, without feeling uncomfortable at all.

Although it was he who proposed this cooperation, if Bermode, who was in charge of it personally, thought that there was no need to cooperate with the port mafia, then he, as the boss, would not have any objection.

A boss who relies on his subordinates to lead him is not qualified to complain to his hard-working subordinates! Douma, who is very self-aware, thinks so. After all, he is not a capitalist who should be hung on the street light.

While making up stories, Dazai Osamu did not forget to keep a close eye on all of Douma's reactions, not missing any small movements.

However, as expected, there was no gain. Douma, the difficult guy, remained unmoved by all his temptations as always. Neither his tone nor his expression revealed any flaws when answering. It was incredibly perfect.

"Just kidding, our cooperation with the Black Organization is very successful, and we can start the first transaction next month." Dazai Osamu had already guessed this result, but he still puffed up his cheeks unhappily and tried again, "Come to think of it, Vermouth seems to know you. He was very sensitive to my voice when we talked on the phone."

Voice! I totally forgot about this! My voice is exactly the same as Dazai's. The voice actor joke came late but it's still there.

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Perhaps because he was too shocked, the disobedient Shell showed Douma's shock honestly. Dazai Osamu, who had been observing Douma, took everything in, but there was a subtle deviation in his understanding.

“……” Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes slightly in dissatisfaction.

Damn it, is this Douma guy insulting his intelligence? The shock is so fake! When facing his temptation just now, Douma's answer has already explained everything. The other party is not familiar with the Black Organization.

Douma: ...Is it possible that your guess is correct, but I am really not familiar with Vermouth, and I have never paid attention to the actual operation of the Black Organization. As a boss, I am only responsible for collecting money and not caring about anything else.

Even though Dazai Osamu was extremely intelligent, he could never have imagined that there would be such an irresponsible boss like Douma in this world. After taking office, he put such a large and coveted organization aside and completely ignored its affairs.

Not knowing how he had managed to dispel Dazai Osamu's suspicion by accident, Douma bit his tongue and still tried to calm himself down: No... No, I can't calm down at all. This is the legendary Dazai Osamu, and Dazai will definitely pull down his shaky little vest.

Douma was panicking because he was on the verge of falling. His brain was working frantically, trying hard to think of a way out of the situation.

Unfortunately, the more critical the moment, the less obedient the mind is. When he was anxious to think of a solution, a bunch of inappropriate thoughts popped up. Douma, who had already imagined what would happen if he was exposed, was stunned.

Wait, there doesn't seem to be any consequence for being exposed! The worst-case scenario is that you can just leave the port mafia and work on your own.

He is a transcendent (fake) and he also controls the Black Organization in his hands. What is he afraid of?

Douma, whose mind was opened, was no longer panicking. In Dazai Osamu's eyes, this behavior further confirmed his guess that Douma's shock and panic just now were just a joke on him!