Rogue
"Hey, Ango, can we finish our work before 11 o'clock today?"
"I'm sorry, but we can't do that. The commotion Mr. Lan Tang caused last time was so big that our workload has increased a lot for no reason."
"Why am I always dealing with documents!" I held my head and screamed in frustration, "No, I'm still so young. If I become the next Ango so early, I will go crazy sooner or later!"
"Is it so hard for you to accept becoming me?!"
“Ango…”
"Okay, Xiaorong." He hung his head unwillingly. "It's just a habit."
"Anyway, let's go take a break together, because Ango has no idea how to rest, right? My brother and I agreed to each bring a friend to play."
I looked at Sakaguchi Ango's suspicious eyes and said, "...Don't be suspicious. We made a bet: who has more friends?"
"Why didn't Xiao Rong bring Mr. Zhongyuan? I remember that Rong and Mr. Zhongyuan had a good relationship, right?"
"Don't you know Ango that they will definitely quarrel if they are together? It's impossible to rest well with both of them around."
"That's true... but doesn't this also prove that you don't have anyone closer to you besides me and Mr. Nakahara?! You don't have any friends at all!"
"…Hey, Ango, Ango, come with me. I know you are the best."
"Alas, how come I have become a tool for show again...Okay, let's go home together."
*
lupin bar.
"So you're here to hang out after all!"
I asked the boss for a low-proof cocktail, looked at the orange-yellow liquor with curiosity, sniffed it carefully with my nose, and moved the ice ball in the wide-mouthed cup with my hand.
"It looks like this is your first time drinking alcohol! This is not okay, this is really not okay!"
"Tsk, Ango, we are the Mafia, why are you so respectful and law-abiding?"
"This is no longer a matter of respect and law-abidingness! Rong is only under 14 years old this year, right? Rounding it off, I brought an elementary school student to the bar to drink!"
"I can hear you guys making noise from a long way off."
"What? Do you look down on a kid of this age?" Two voices overlapped.
Dazai Osamu jumped down the stairs in two steps at a time, and with another jump, he slapped my shoulder.
I was curiously looking at the man following behind him. He had some old leather shoes, pants that seemed to have gone through the same vicissitudes of life, stubble on his chin, and copper-red hair...
"Hello." I shook the wine glass in my hand and greeted the uncle.
Dazai Osamu: "You are wrong, Tsubomi, Odasaku is only 21 years old now, he is not an uncle."
"Oh... then Mr. Odasaku must have been badly bullied by life... Here, here, Sakaguchi Ango, although he already looks like a mature office worker, he is actually only 19 years old."
Sakaguchi Ango: "Let's not talk about why I use the word 'bullying', I just think I'm not a corporate slave now!"
"Well, his biggest characteristic is that he is very good at complaining. Without Ango, my work would definitely become a mess."
Odasaku: "Burnt porridge? It really takes time to make it well."
Dazai Osamu: "Well, Odasaku's greatest characteristic is that he often says things that are unexpected."
He introduced it using the same sentence structure as I did.
We looked at each other and said, "So, he is a very interesting person."
“Pfft, hahahaha…”
Sakaguchi Ango helplessly pushed his glasses that were about to slide down and said, "We are completely being used as bargaining chips, sir."
Odasaku nodded, found a seat and sat down. "Although it seems unnecessary, I still want to say that my name is Oda Sakunosuke, my last name is Oda, and my first name is Sakunosuke."
Then I asked the boss for a glass of wine.
Dazai Osamu sat next to me, ordered a glass of wine with great interest, and said, "Because Odasaku is easier to drink."
Mr. Odasaku shrugged nonchalantly, "As long as you are happy, Dazai."
"Then I can also call Mr. Oda 'Odasaku'?" I looked at Mr. Oda through Dazai Osamu.
"Yes, if you wish."
"Wow, Odasaku is a good person. My name is Tsubomi, Dazai Tsubomi, Dazai Osamu's younger sister. Just call me Tsubomi."
Maybe it was my illusion, but after I said "Odasaku is a good person", Odasaku stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed.
"Sakaguchi Ango, I'm a subordinate of Xun, and I was pulled here today just to make up the scene." Sakaguchi Ango introduced himself seriously.
"Ango...don't say that now." I covered my face, feeling that Ango's desire for revenge was unexpected.
After introducing themselves, the three of them started chatting about all sorts of things. I occasionally chimed in, but in the end I spent more time listening to them talk.
The three of them seemed to have a mysterious magnetic field. Once they were together, they had a lot to talk about. Even Mr. Odasaku, who seemed to talk the least, had his own place in their conversation.
It was different for me, because from the moment Dazai Osamu took a sip of wine when he sat down, I felt drunk, my head was not clear, and I felt dizzy all over.
But because it tasted so good, I still finished the whole glass of wine, participated in their conversation throughout, and was in a state of half asleep and half awake the whole time.
I watched the ice ball in the wine glass slowly get smaller. Every time it got smaller, I would drink a little of the wine in the glass. While waiting for the ice ball to get smaller, I would stare at the patterns on the glass through the glass in a daze.
Looking at the glass on the wine glass, I felt as if I was playing a kaleidoscope. In the kaleidoscope, there was a golden auditorium, a steaming bakery, and even some not-too-fast cars passing by...
It's over. I'm afraid I'm really drunk.
I feel like a lump of lead in the sea, wanting nothing more than to sink to the bottom. My consciousness has been separated from my body, and I look at myself in confusion with cold eyes.
The wine in the glass was soon empty. I was about to ask the boss for another glass when a hand grabbed the rim of my glass and moved it away.
I looked in the direction of my hand and saw Dazai Osamu chatting happily.
He leaned sideways, excitedly gesturing to Ango and Oda with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to intercept my wine glass.
People say that drunk people look completely different from normal people, but I don’t think so.
After yawning subconsciously, I took his hand off my cup, removed the "cup lid" and continued to admire my kaleidoscope.
I don't know if Lupin Bar has air conditioning or what, but maybe because it's in the basement, it's still very warm inside even when it's raining outside.
I feel like I am being fermented by this warm and slightly aged aroma of wine.
…
"Ah, fell asleep." Odasaku suddenly interrupted with a seemingly irrelevant remark.
"You should have ordered a glass of tomato juice like I did." Ango drove here today.
"Ah, that doesn't matter. We're going back together soon anyway." Dazai Osamu put his hand on his sister's head and rubbed it gently.
Odasaku shook the cup in his hand, his eyes dull, and he didn't know where he was looking. "You two seem to have a very good relationship."
"Well, because we are brother and sister." He said as a matter of course.
*
Three points and one line, three points and one line...
Ten rings!
"Snap, snap, snap"
I turned my head alertly and saw Mr. Mori and Alice beside him.
Alice ran over and handed me a handkerchief. "Xiao Rong, you've worked so hard. Come on, wipe your sweat with the handkerchief."
I cautiously took the handkerchief she handed me, but did not wipe the sweat off my face as she asked. Instead, I lowered my head and carefully observed the dark patterns on the handkerchief.
There is a flower tattooed on each of the four corners, and the stems and leaves of the flower form the four edges of the handkerchief. The handkerchief itself has been carefully folded up, and it looks like a new handkerchief that has just been taken out...
"Xiao Rong has been staying in the office lately, and it's hard to see you." Mr. Mori's voice exploded in my ears like thunder. My muscles tensed up as if by reflex, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't greeted him yet.
"Hello, Mr. Mori." I put my hands behind my back, straightened my back, and just looked at his leather shoes.
He laughed twice, and I couldn't tell whether it was because I had embarrassed him or because I looked so funny.
But no matter what the reason is, I have already said it, and no matter how much I regret it, I can only keep my head down.
There are not many people at this training ground. Or rather, I came here because there are not many people here.
Because if I come, others won't come, and also because I know very well that my ability can be compared with the lowest level Mafia.
I am a very busy clerical worker who has to hold a pen all year round. Plus, I am young and not very strong. If I don't exercise regularly, I will be no different from an ordinary student.
"Xiao Rong, about Lan Tangjun..."
"All I know about Lan Tang is that, one, he is a spy from Europe, two, he seems to have a very powerful partner who has defected from their previous organization, and three, he lost his memory in the explosion of the Iron Street eight years ago, and because of me, his memory recovery was accelerated some time ago, which led to the 'predecessor resurrection' incident.
If you look up the name 'Lan Tang' or its homophones to find famous foreign people with special abilities, you should be able to find something."
Alice had already run back to his side and was looking at me while pulling at Mr. Mori's clothes.
"I remember that Rong's ability is to understand the language of the wind, but getting information depends on luck, right? Does that mean that as long as you stay with someone long enough, you can get any information?"
"...Yes, Mr. Mori."
He laughed again, but because of the angle, I couldn't see the smile on his lips.
"Then I'll leave this matter to Xiao Rong."
I still maintain my previous posture
"Yes, Chief."
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