Chapter 45
Although I agreed to use my special ability to investigate Mr. Randou with Mr. Mori, I also need to be able to chat with Mr. Randou!
Lan Tang made a mistake, even though it was a mistake punishable by execution, but after careful consideration, Mr. Mori simply imprisoned Lan Tang in the basement of the Mafia.
It seemed that Lan Tang had expected this, because the soft furniture, exquisitely crafted tea sets, and the most advanced dehumidifiers and heaters were delivered to Mafia one after another...
I was stunned by what I saw, mainly because of Mr. Lantang's exquisite life and Mr. Mori's turning a blind eye.
Lan Tang Moving Day
“Ango…”
"Ah, indeed, it is quite surprising, to do something so boldly in the Mafia." He pushed up his reflective glasses.
"No, Ango, don't you think that Mr. Randou seems to be living a more comfortable life after his memory was restored? He doesn't even have to work anymore!"
“…This is indeed very enviable.”
*
At this time, two and a half days had passed since Mr. Mori gave me the task, but I was still in the training room.
Logically, I should have gone to chat with Mr. Lan Tang every day.
If you want to gain Mr. Mori's approval, you must perform every task he assigns you and strive to be "excellent".
…
"You are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. Why don't you plan to get to know me after leaving 'Sheep'?"
This is the middle one.
"That's not the case... Why are you here?"
"Tsk, are you pretending not to understand? Didn't I just tell you that I came here specifically to see you?" He scratched the back of his head, but he didn't look stupid.
"What do you want from me?" I put down the dumbbell in my hand, wiped the sweat off my face with the handkerchief I had prepared, and put on my coat.
I feel uncomfortable when I see Nakahara Chuuya now. Dazai Osamu doesn't seem to like him. And he is also a "diamond" favored by Mr. Mori like Dazai Osamu.
I am not a generous person. I should say that I am a complete mean person.
I cannot feel sympathy when others are in trouble, and I may even find others noisy when they are happy. Even other people's joy may hurt me.
I don’t like myself like this. I also like people who find everything cute. Life must be so easy and happy for such people.
I was jealous and even angry towards Nakahara Chuuya.
——Why do you start from such a high point when you appear here?
——Why can you still appear in front of me so confidently?
——Why do you think there is nothing wrong with all this?
——Why do you get all the attention and get what I work so hard for but can’t get?
Such thoughts tortured me all the time, forcing me to go to the training room, claiming to improve myself, but in reality I was just emptying my "balloon" filled with acid.
And now, Nakahara Chuuya, the source of everything, appeared before me, and if he said even one wrong word, I would explode like a firecracker.
However, however…
But then I saw his clear blue eyes and I felt a wave of fear.
What a terrible person.
He didn't know that I had actually begun to dislike him, he didn't know that I had begun to feel disgusted with everything about him, he thought that I was still the same and still had good intentions towards him as before.
It was horrible. He didn't realize that he had instinctively chosen a way of survival that suited himself. This naturally made me feel guilty, and it was easy for me to not want to say what was on my lips.
"Nothing much, just came to see you..." He muttered, "We are in the same organization, right? Why do I always feel like I can't run into you?"
Of course it's because I'm avoiding you...
"Because I work in the intelligence department, I'm in the office processing documents every day, so it's normal that I don't encounter it."
"Really?" He didn't believe me because I had a criminal record.
…
"Forget it, how about a drink?" He picked up a can of beer.
…
rooftop.
Nakahara Chuuya bent one leg with a majestic posture.
"Chuuya drinks, right?"
"Isn't it normal for me to drink? Shirase..."
…
Nakahara Chuuya suddenly took a sip of wine.
"Shirase and his friends would often get together to drink, and sometimes they would drag me along, so I learned it naturally."
"Oh..." I grabbed the beer can with both hands. No one knows what I am thinking now, not even myself.
"By the way, is that Dazai guy really your brother? Apart from your looks, everything else about you two is completely different." He burped and his eyes seemed to be wandering.
I was totally clueless and rubbed the outside of the beer bottle. "Really? What's the difference?"
"There are so many differences!" He suddenly became excited. "For example, you wouldn't tease me like he does! Did you know that he even made a weekly magazine to make fun of me? And just this week, he has destroyed two of my motorcycles!"
"My lovely motorcycles... I just got them not long ago..."
It is said that he used his first salary to buy a motorcycle. It seems that this is true...By the way, does he usually talk so much?
I looked at him and realized that he seemed drunk.
What? You’re just like me, a person who gets drunk after one glass of wine.
This also made me relax, but when I realized this fact, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Nakahara Chuuya is a person who can easily win the favor of others when he is not fighting... No, he can easily win the favor of others at any time.
"So Chuuya hates my brother."
"Hate him, I especially hate him," he said decisively.
"...Do you dislike me? Oh, that's not what I meant. I just think my brother and I look so much alike, and you might get angry or something..."
I waved my hands in panic, as if trying to cover something, but it seemed to make things worse.
"How is that possible? I'm not stupid. How could I not be able to tell you apart from your brother? Besides your appearance, at least the look in your eyes is completely different."
I froze, and after a moment I put my hand down. “Well, that’s true…”
Am I happy? Then why is there this feeling of regret or disappointment in my heart?
…………
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I helped Chuuya back to his office. Since I hadn't drunk a single sip of alcohol, I was still sober.
According to what Nakahara Chuuya said, he started drinking when he was with Shirase and the others, so he should not be unaware of his alcohol tolerance.
...This person is particularly sensitive in such unexpected places.
"Hey, did you do this on purpose? I just finished training, and my legs are still weak... You're so heavy, you're deliberately giving me more training, right?"
With great difficulty I put him on the bed in his office - the configuration of the offices in all the Mafia buildings was similar.
Well, now it's time to visit Mr. Lan Tang. Should I follow Zhong Ye's example and bring some wine with me? I don't know. My alcohol tolerance is not as good as Zhong Ye's.
So, tea? No, no, no, from the furniture that Mr. Lantang moved, we can tell that he is really picky about tea...
Call Ango, he's more reliable.
"Hey, Ango, do you know how to visit a European? Or do you know how to start a conversation with someone even if you have nothing in common?"
A question mark appeared on Sakaguchi Ango's head. He pinched his brows and said, "These are obviously two contradictory topics, right? We are still trying to talk about something without any topic..."
…
Ango was helpless and very sad, so he could only ask Dazai Osamu for help.
How does the saying go? When there is no danger, my brother is the biggest danger. I would not dare to ask Dazai Osamu for help unless it is absolutely necessary.
"Brother, do you know how to start a conversation with someone even though you have nothing in common?"
"That's a difficult question indeed... Do you think I can start a conversation with someone even if we have nothing in common?" His voice came through the phone a little distorted.
"I don't think so, but Zhi always seems to be able to find common topics with others."
He smiled. The wind was very strong and I seemed to be able to imagine him holding up his cell phone with his coat rustling in the wind.
"If you want to chat with Mr. Lan Tang, Rong doesn't have to force himself." He pondered for a while, "Of course, if Rong is willing to try to fold a paper crane for me, I will be very happy."
"Okay," I said quickly. "Are you outside now?"
"Yes, there is a mission that I have to supervise in person... Did you go drinking with Chuuya?" He said the last sentence with gritted teeth.
"Well, although I drank with Chuuya, it was only Chuuya who drank. I didn't touch any of it." I hurriedly assured.
"Oh, you'd better remember what you promised me. Don't drink without me, even if it's rice wine!"
No, that's a bit too much to ask, right? In daily life, we inevitably drink rice wine and other things, and it's difficult not to drink any alcohol.
"I can't do it. I really can't do it. Unless you can make all the alcohol in the world disappear, I can meet your requirements."
He whined and moaned as if he was complaining about me, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"You can drink more, right? Can you just sit next to me and watch me drink?"
Because Dazai Osamu is different in front of me than in front of others, I don't feel as scary as the Mafia describes him to be. Sometimes when I hear them talking about their comments about my brother, I would be stunned.
"Hmm...you know what the Mafia say about me? I heard them talk about you, you're awesome and cool."
"Ha, there are so many things I can tell you about this. For example, she gets all your information as soon as she meets you, like a police dog. Also, although she is a brother and sister to Dazai-sama, she seems to be a little softer in comparison with Dazai-sama. And, when she is commanding a battle, she has a bad temper. It seems that she can even scold a small stone on the roadside."
He imitated their weird tone, which was quite comedic and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Why do you use police dogs as a comparison? I don't like dogs. It's just that I'm like this when I'm commanding a battle. I can't help it."
"No," he corrected me lightly, "It's because I've used my supernatural powers too much, and I've had to process the information I just received so quickly that my brain is overloaded."
I leaned back against the wall and said, "...Yeah, Zhi is always right."
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