Chapter 36
Yes, my job is actually more about finding undercover agents, and occasionally I do some of the same work as my brother. The nature of my job is actually quite complicated, and I do everything.
During the day I would wander around, either looking for intelligence or leading people to complete missions. At night I would hand over the intelligence I had sorted out to Mr. Mori and also receive missions from him.
If it weren't for the thick stack of papers on his desk, I would really suspect that he was just controlling me. Otherwise, why do I have so much work?
After handing the report to Mr. Mori again and receiving a new task from him, I couldn't help but sigh heavily, but I still agreed to take on the job he gave me.
"What's wrong? Are you very tired?" Mr. Mori looked at me with his chin in his hand.
I stood aside in an indescribable silence and did not answer him.
Yes, I am extremely tired now, and I wish I could fall asleep right away and sleep till the day is dark, but I dare not and I don’t want to fall asleep like this.
When I was at the Tsushima family, I was crazy jealous of Tsushima Shuji, jealous of his talent for pleasing others, and jealous of everything he had that I didn't have.
However, it was he, whom I envied, who actually gave up everything with me after my superficial advances.
I was happy but in constant pain.
I was happy that I left the Tsushima family and was completely away from the things that were out of my reach. At the same time, I also got a real brother.
And the pain is precisely what I gave up, which in fact I can never get back.
——It's not that I gave up on them, but that they gave up on me.
I hope to be useful to Mr. Mori, I hope Mr. Mori thinks I am useful, and I care particularly about Mr. Mori's opinion of me.
but
Mr. Mori was extremely tolerant towards me, even more tolerant than towards his brother. Sometimes I even felt that if I wanted, he could treat me the same way he treated Alice.
To be honest, I'm not happy.
The fact that Mr. Mori treated me like this can only mean that Dazai Osamu was very useful to him, so useful to him that he wanted to use me to control Dazai Osamu.
But he seemed to have misjudged one thing, that is - Dazai Osamu would not stop committing suicide because of me.
I hated this, but I was also secretly delighted by Mr. Mori's tolerance of me.
I despise myself for this reason, because I feel like a bloated rat stealing other people's discarded leftovers.
This contradictory mentality has made me the distorted person I am today.
I stopped because I wanted Mr. Mori's attention, and I remained silent because of the reasons mentioned above. Now I feel ashamed because I realize that my behavior is laughable.
Time passed by minute by minute, like a huge wheel rumbling past me, it was determined to crush me to pieces and make me spit blood.
"If you're tired, take a rest. I've been working hard for a long time. As your half-guardian, I have the right to pay attention to your health."
"Well...rest a little longer, at least for a day, okay?"
I didn't answer him whether it was good or bad.
*
After leaving Mr. Mori's office, I met Ozaki Koyo.
It is said that she once tried to escape from the Mafia because of her lover, but was still caught by the former leader and her lover was executed.
From the blood stains on her clothes, it can be seen that she has just returned from the interrogation room.
"Good evening, Sister Hongye."
She seemed to be somewhat pleased by the name or by seeing me, and smiled softly with her hands covering her lips with the wide sleeves of her kimono.
Because half of her bangs covered her right eye, I could only see her left eye, but that was enough.
The color was even more captivating than the red maple leaves in late autumn, and her extremely aggressive temperament made me stunned.
She was even happier because of my silly look.
"Ejin-chan, if you don't understand something, remember to ask me. After all, there are rough boys around, and sometimes they are completely inconsiderate to women."
She squatted down and touched my head. Maybe to cover up the smell of blood on her body, she sprayed perfume, and my nose is more sensitive than others.
The fragrance of Hongye's body was like a shock bomb that made me dizzy. In order to relieve the feeling, I held my breath and my face turned red without noticing.
We said goodbye to the red leaves hand in hand.
Then I heard Hongye's laughter.
——I always feel like I have done something remarkable. It’s just an illusion.
*
When I returned to where I live now, I found a dirty Dazai Osamu lying on the roof with a mosquito net.
I patted the wall of the container, signaling him to pull me up.
"Hey - why can't you climb up here? I've been running with you for so long, so I should be able to climb up, right?" But he reached out and pulled me up.
"Please face up to my height. At least I can't climb up without anything to lean on, and you won't die of exhaustion if you lend me a hand."
"Wow, what harsh words! I'm so upset that I'm about to cry." He said this in a very perfunctory tone.
"What were you doing just now? There are no stars tonight, right?" It was cloudy all day today, and the clouds in the sky were very thick, as if it was going to rain soon.
It took him a while to answer my question. “I just want to see when the stars will come out in this weather.”
How is it possible to see stars in such weather? It would be a miracle if we could really see stars.
"This is completely a matter of luck, right? If you are not a lucky person, how can you see the stars in such weather?" My hands were a little tired from holding them up, so I just lay down next to him.
"Maybe? After all, I've always been lucky because I didn't succeed in committing suicide today." He pointed to his neck and then to the gun next to him.
"It's stuck again."
"...Oh, so that's how it is. But if good luck is achieved when one's innermost wish is fulfilled, then this can only be called bad luck, right?"
"Yeah."
…
"Would you like to make a bet?" he suddenly suggested with great interest. I turned to look at him in confusion.
"How about we bet on whether or not we can see the stars tonight?"
"Okay, I'll bet we can see the stars, and then you come down with me and have a good sleep in bed."
He narrowed his eyes. "Then I guess I can only bet that we can't see the stars? Really, Velvet is so cunning."
"This is a competition of luck. Is your luck better than mine?"
"That's hard to explain. Rong must be luckier than me, right?"
I didn't answer, but just looked up at the starry sky quietly, hoping that the dark clouds would disperse quickly.
If good luck means that all the things you hope for in your heart come true, there is only one word to describe it: May all your wishes come true.
According to Dazai Osamu's strange luck... No, I can't even understand whether he calculated that the gun would jam or he was just unlucky, so naturally I don't understand whether his luck is good or bad.
But I think I'm lucky.
At least tonight, I sincerely hope that his luck will be as bad as usual, and mine will be better.
…………
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I made it until the second half of the night, but unfortunately, because I was so tired and still at the age where I could fall asleep as soon as I touched the pillow, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
The first thing I did when I woke up was to ask Dazai about the outcome of the bet—he must have stayed up all night.
"No, I didn't see any stars yesterday." He answered my question very naturally.
But I was skeptical and asked, “Really?”
"Don't you still believe me?"
"No, I don't disbelieve you, but you do look like the kind of person who would say something like that just to save my bet."
For a moment, he was like a stuck doll, turning his head in a jagged manner and looking at me pitifully.
"So the image of my brother in Rong's heart is so bad? Am I the kind of person who would lie because of Rong's bet?"
"? You're not... If you're not, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll be ready."
Dazai Osamu, who was pretending to be crying, immediately returned to his usual self.
"Waiting for your good news~" A girl's artificial voice.
Although my craftsmanship is terrible, my cooking skills are pretty good, although I basically live on instant noodles, which means I'm just too lazy to cook.
Before that, I should finish Mr. Mori's mission first...
"Hey, Uncle Qingshui, can you save a few big crabs for me? I know your big crabs are the most delicious... Well, someone in my family likes them very much..."
*
Here, a small woodland by the sea in the suburbs.
A man in a black suit leaned over to Dazai Osamu. "Sir, it's here, but it seems to have been destroyed and there's nothing to find."
Dazai Osamu gently stroked the bullet holes and dark brown old bloodstains on the tree and suddenly chuckled.
* "You can't find anything? Traces of damaged buildings, bloodstains on tree trunks, and mold on walls... I don't expect you to be as observant as a real detective, but you can still use your brains, right?"
This kind of crack, is it the Sheep King? It is somewhat useful, but isn't this a sign of finding nothing?
The basement, ah, was also completely destroyed... Huh?
Dazai Osamu picked up a piece of scrap paper. It was not eroded by the rain, but just yellowed in a common way. However, this piece of paper was a little special - the patterns on both sides were different.
This type of paper is usually used for important government documents, and the most common is the highest denomination banknotes in daily life.
Hmm, should we continue investigating? It seems like it will cause trouble for Mr. Mori, right? Although it is good to cause trouble for him, in the end, it will definitely be me and Rong who will be in trouble, right?
Maybe she will find out that I have been secretly investigating this matter recently... Will she be angry? She will be angry, right? She may be angry for a long time.
Can you coax her?
…
How could it be impossible not to coax her?
He turned and left, saying coldly, "Leave."
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