[Comprehensive] The operation method is disqualified in the world

June is the rainy season.

Layers upon layers of black clouds rolled in the sky, as if they were within reach, and rainwater also dripped down in response to the occasion.

Not long after a series of incidents including "Sheep" were resolved, the air in Yokohama, which was at the center of the storm, was filled with the stench of corrupt corpses, as if it would never go away.

Not only was the rain unable to wash away the disgusting smell, but it made the smell diffuse more thoroughly.

The gloomy weather and the turbid air give people a sense of discomfort that the brain melts into a puddle of sticky stuff.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy was hit by the sudden rainwater within 5 minutes of walking outside.

Shaking off the raindrops that fell on his hair, the rain-soaked strands of hair stuck to his forehead with his movements, which lightened the gloom that only belonged to the young man's brows.

The boy looked at the particularly ostentatious Yokohama landmark building in the distance.

As the largest gang|gang in Country J at present, Port Mafia owns this building.

Standing tall in this city of chaos, it has experienced so many bloody storms, and witnessed so much filth and unbearableness.

The young man slowly lowered his trembling eyelashes, how much filth and embarrassment will be created by his own hands?

"Mr. Dazai." Two generations of veteran Guangjin Liulang called the young man respectfully.

While annoyed that he was careless and didn't prepare an umbrella, he felt tired watching the young man's slow pace, "The car is ahead, Mr. Dazai, hurry up, you will catch cold in the rain."

"Got it." Osamu Dazai yawned lazily, grumbled and complained: "Really, Mr. Mori is really good at interrupting his subordinate's vacation, and he has just finished his work."

No, the earth does not|explode|explodes, Hong Kong|black does not have holidays.

There is no luxury like "vacation" in Hong Kong|Black.

—— Hirotsu Yanagi retorted in his heart, very eager for Osamu Dazai to be more sober.

The 15-year-old boy is completely lifeless, and looks rather listless as if he has indulged too much in some terrible place.

Osamu Dazai slowly spread out his palm, and in the palm lay a finger-shaped thing wrapped in layers of paper symbols.

This thing shattered Hong Kong|Black's strong defense barrier three days ago, and landed straight on Mori Ogai's desk.

Scared Mori Ogai stupidly, and directly scared Alice away.

The paper talisman wrapped on the "finger" has been around for some years, and after being washed by the rain, the wet confetti fell off, but the complicated and incomprehensible runes drawn on the paper talisman could still be seen.

This is not a good thing.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who is the barbarian spitting container, also bluntly expressed his displeasure with this object.

Thinking of the soft creature, Osamu Dazai snorted in disgust, curled his lips, and his already slow pace became even slower.

Investigating this thing should be left to the newcomer slug who just joined!

Guangjin Liulang's throat tightened as he watched, and he felt that what he was ordered to follow was not Hong Kong|Hei's most promising young man so far, but a milk baby who needed to be carefully cared for. This milk doll is also a bald suicidal maniac!

Looking at the boy's right eye, neck and arms wrapped in bandages, Guangjin Liulang sighed silently.

"Mr. Dazai, if you procrastinate, I'm afraid you will miss the time agreed with the Chang family."

"Yes—" Dazai Ji raised a dull oblique arc, perfunctory and super sincere.

Guangjin Liulang: ...

The car was driving steadily, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, he was so bored that he listened to the sound of rain hitting the car window.

This kind of weather is obviously the most suitable for staying at home to study the method of painless suicide|suicide|suicide, but he became a social animal before he was an adult, so he could only follow orders to go to the Changjia to ask about the origin of the "finger".

So, if it feels dangerous, then throw it away, Mr. Mori will cause trouble for others.

"Tsk." The more Osamu Dazai thought about it, the more unhappy he was at work.

The young man's irritated smacking of his tongue caused Hirotsu Yanagi, who was driving, to scratch his ears and fidget, wishing he could immediately kneel down and hug Dazai Osamu's thigh to beg him not to cause trouble.

However, the probability that Osamu Dazai, who has been making trouble all the year round, will not do anything is zero.

The boy smiled and took out his "finger" from his coat pocket. His knuckle-bonded fingers were as flexible as peeling an orange peel off the yellowed paper symbols on his "finger".

Guangjin Liulang, who had been observing through the rearview mirror, suddenly felt suffocated, and before he could utter his words of persuasion, he faced a sudden change.

The "finger" suddenly burst into blinding light, wrapping Osamu Dazai tightly like a cage.

With a squeak of the brakes, Hirotsu Liunang turned around and shouted: "Mr. Dazai!"

Guangjin Liulang stretched out his hand hastily, but was blocked by the light, and couldn't touch the slender body of the young man who was close at hand.

As if he didn't hear the anxious voice, Osamu Dazai, who was surrounded by it, was at ease, not worried about his situation at all, humming a little tune and continuing to peel the paper talisman with a smile.

The moment the paper talismans were all peeled off, a tiny shock swayed from Dazai Osamu's fingertips, and the kite-colored pupils gradually lost focus.

Will it die?

One second before he lost consciousness, Osamu Dazai's lips faded from the illusory curvature, and a sincere and humane smile climbed onto his delicate and tender face.

very nice.

The author has something to say: entertain others and yourself, don't take it seriously.

A short story, read it if you like it.

The old Ford is also updated, don't get me wrong.