The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

"What about the queen?"

The blond young man was wearing a black coat that did not belong to him, and sat in the restaurant on the 30th floor of Ganghei, looking at the Yokohama room outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting for his order.

The black-haired young man sitting opposite He Hui had a bandage on his right eye, and his coat suddenly disappeared, making him look even thinner. With his elbows on the table, he stared at the messy inner coat of the person opposite him, and made a few noises "Huchi" smile.

"I don't know, Mr. Mori kicked me out after he told me to lock you up...in handcuffs."

......

He Hui, who regained consciousness from the dungeon, stirred up his dead Qi Huo, and snapped the chain connecting the handcuffs with a bang.

The handcuffs were changed around the wrists, and the body was given drugs such as sedatives. The groggy feeling made Hehui unable to exert any strength, so he had to use a bright flame to speed up the metabolism of the cells, consume the drugs in the body, and Heal your wounds.

The blue eyes reflected the flames of illumination.He Hui recognized the handcuffs on his hands, which combined with Rimbaud's supernatural ability, and were specially used to deal with illusionists.

He Hui: ...

Holy crap, isn't the poor man useless after being hit by this trick?

After relaxing his body for a while, He Hui used his hallucinations to create the key to the prison door, and easily opened the six iron railings that he had watched for seven days and seven nights.

He could play hide-and-seek here when he was a child. He knows which lock matches which key. He doesn't even need to check the keyhole.

Licking his parched lips, He Hui tasted the dry blood that leaked from the cracked lips.

Even though the injuries on his body have healed, but judging by his clothes and appearance, he still looks in a mess.

Ahh... so miserable.

The blond young man touched his temple hair knotted in blood scabs.

The bitter husband must not have experienced some kind of torture of human destruction.

He Hui, who has been in and out of Hong Kong's black dungeons since he was a child, is familiar with the methods of torture, but for the torture itself... He Hui said that it is better to look at it from a distance.

Especially during the sexual intercourse of the former leader, the people who entered the torture room of the dungeon... were not human in the end.

But now our port white gloves naturally don’t engage in these tortures that deprive human rights. Unless it is the extremely bad villains allowed by the government or foreigners who illegally invade our territory, the number of times Hong Kong and white have used dungeons in recent years can be counted on the fingers.

He Hui, who walked out of the fence, flicked his wrist, and opened the gate of the dungeon in the same way.

Then, he met Osamu Dazai who was standing at the door of the dungeon with the key.

Dazai: ...

He Hui: ...

For a second, relatively silent.

Two seconds

, Dazai raised his paw, intending to say hello.

In three seconds, He Hui moved.

Dazai: "Wait, Hehui, what are you going to do, we just switched too quickly..."

He Hui: ...

Dazai: "Don't pick people's clothes in such a hurry, it's daytime now."

He Hui: ...

Dazai: "Wow~ so rough, please be nice to Asashi~"

He Hui: ...

"Dazai." Covering the tattered cloth on his body with a scraped black coat, the blond young man with bloodstains on his face parted his mouth, showing a sinister smile, "If you keep making noise, I'll finish you right here .”

To do here means to kill.

A faint blush appeared on the face of the black-haired young man. Osamu Dazai seemed to be a little smaller after taking off his heavy overcoat. He lowered his head and said softly, "Yiyada... how many people there are?" .”

What he thinks is done... the dirty one sees the dirty.

The few black suits behind the Hong Kong black cadres watched their eyes, noses, noses, noses, and hearts. They couldn't see or hear anything.

He Hui: ...

Farewell for three days, and treat each other with admiration.

On the seventh day of the farewell, it will show up in the sky.

The blond young man wanted to touch his forehead, but he didn't know for a moment that the blood on his face would stain his hands, or the black paint on his hands would stain his face. He thought for a long time but didn't move.

He set his eyes on Osamu Dazai's lowered head.

A few bandages were tied on the furry head, which is rare for Osamu Dazai today and wrapped around his eyes.

Since they joked about whether there would be color difference, Hehui violently peeled off Dazai Osamu's bandages, held Dazai Osamu's head and studied his skin color with Odasaku and Ango for a few minutes, and came to a conclusion:

The bandaged side was indeed a shade whiter than the exposed side.

However, the stripped bandage seemed to be connected to Osamu Dazai's brain.Ever since Osamu Dazai stopped wearing bandages on his face, he has let himself go more and more.

But today, it's been a long time since I put my mind back, why is Zai Zhichang such a sand sculpture.

But that's not the point right now.

Hehui's purpose is the bandages wrapped around Osamu Dazai's face, the white bandages can be used to wipe his hands and face!

It doesn't matter if it takes one more bandage removal to get Osamu Dazai's brain out.

Osamu Dazai's brain and his own face, the latter is obviously important!

But just when He Hui reached out his hand to pull the bandage on Dazai Osamu's face, that furry head suddenly moved - Dazai Osamu raised his head.

As a result, He Hui's hand, which should have been pulled to the bandage at the temple, stuck to Osamu Dazai's face.

Dazai: ...

He Hui: ...

young brunette

The tea-brown pupils shrank secretly, and quickly looked away. He turned his head slightly, wanting to say something: "Duck...Ya Butterfly."

He Hui: ...

You are enough, really.

With black paint printed on his hand, He Hui hooked his fingers into a bandage, and wiped Dazai Osamu's face heavily with his palm. The force pushed his head away, and He Hui's other hand quickly went around behind his head, and untied it After untying the knot of the bandage, the black-painted hand managed to get the roll of bandage.

While wiping the black and blood stains, he said with disgust: "You can use a handkerchief or a quilt as a bandage in the future. Bandages that have been wrapped around people always feel weird."

On the other side, the Hong Kong black cadre who was pushed away, his voice full of resentment came over: "You are just playing with me?"

He Hui: ...

The blond young man kept his bandages wiping his hands, looking back blankly.

Osamu Dazai covered his face with one hand (Hehui thought it was to cover up the color difference of his skin), and pointed his other hand...to the bandage in Hehui's hand.

"You're with me because of her...it?"

He Hui: ...It's really hard for you to change the personal pronoun after saying a sentence.

"To tell you the truth, sometimes it's not as effective as you change it." The blond young man held up the stained bandage and said sincerely.

"Oh, man." Osamu Dazai smiled lonely, "Their nature is just like this, they like the new and dislike the old, three wives and four concubines, wild flowers are always more fragrant than home flowers..."

He Hui: ...

You seem to have scolded yourself too.

Wait a minute.

Why are these lines so familiar?

"What have you been watching lately?"

Seeing that Hehui finally got to the point, Osamu Dazai put his mind back a little, and his tone became more serious, "I watched some Chinese TV dramas."

"...Look less in the future."

He said what was going on, Dazai Osamu just now looked very much like his Huaxia teammates speaking Two-dimensional lines.

The demeanor, emotions, and body language are all exaggerated.

And his slightly interested appearance at the time attracted the attention of his teammates, and in the end, Huaxia teammates gave him several animation resources on the cloud disk.

Regarding He Hui's persuasion, Osamu Dazai refused with righteous words:

"No, I'm learning Chinese."

"No, I'm studying Japanese."

Shit.

He Hui silently looked at the sky... the ceiling.

Relatives and friends in the world are generally black, only the difference between crows and ink.

"Then Comrade Zaizhi, let's wash our face first." Even with a bandage, the bloodstains on his face that had soaked for many days were not so easy to wipe off.

Besides, Osamu Dazai had a black handprint on his face, which was very weird.

So, after a simple wash in the bathroom, He Hui carried Osamu Dazai to the restaurant before he had time to change his clothes.

Now it's not a meal, but the cadres and young masters have the right to do whatever they want, and the chefs go to work early with an order.

"Seven days, did you not give me food?"

After ordering a lot of things, He Hui leaned back on the chair behind him, revealing his tattered neckline from his coat.

"Aren't there more important things to ask than eating?"

The moment the blond-haired young man just came out of the dungeon, Osamu Dazai saw it. Although he didn't see the wound directly, judging from the bloodstains, Osamu Dazai roughly knew which instruments of torture were used.

Isn't He Hui curious about such a distressed appearance?

"I can probably guess it." Slumped on the chair, drank a glass of water to moisten his throat, and He Hui apologized to the hard-working husband in his heart.

sorry!Bitter husband, I didn't expect you to be so spicy!Obviously, at most, you will be hunted down by organizations such as the military and police, Hong Kong gangsters, and KK chamber of commerce (maybe you can add a supernatural spy department and a non-time court), but you can't escape. I really think highly of you!

Next time, I will say hello in advance for you.

...if you want to have a next time.

"Aren't you going to take revenge?"

"Aren't you just taking revenge on me?" He Hui glanced at Dazai Osamu, and continued to look out of the French window.

The corners of Osamu Dazai's eyes widened, and he made an exaggerated expression of surprise, "You think it's you who I tortured?"

"It's the same for everyone."

If others are in Hong Kong, it is natural that people from Hong Kong did it.

He Hui thought about several situations.

Gang Hei's Dungeon;

The Imperial Pillar Tower of Feishiyuan;

The basement of the KK Chamber of Commerce.

The worst thing is that the Avengers should have discovered Liu Dao Mu's possession and dragged his body to the Avengers Prison.

The representative of Hong Kong and Black is Mori Ogai;

The representative of Feishiyuan is Guochang Lu Dajue;

The KK Chamber of Commerce is represented as... well, to be determined.

Since it is Mori Jiaohua...

Hehui imitated Mori Ogai's way of thinking, and then...it was no surprise that his body became so scarred.

As for the existence that would harm Yokohama and his own country—he did not kill the so-called possibility in the cradle, nor did he let the plan die in the womb... Mori Ogai would not let it be fertilized ah!

Here, He Hui was tired, and by the way, he complained in his heart why his dishes couldn't be replaced even though the cafeteria was open.

Over there, Osamu Dazai who was misunderstood was very dissatisfied, how could he be confused with Mr. Mori!This is his shame!

Several employees have already eaten

Osamu Dazai, who was not paying attention to the small staff, slapped the table and retorted: "Mr. Mori and I are completely different!"

......

hiss--

As the No.1 small employee who can't do anything and eat, he has always been mediocre in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

Until four months ago, he posted a post on his company's forum [Our leader has a crush on the boss of the chamber of commerce next door], and the number of comments reached a thousand!

Hearing Dazai's voice suddenly, the young employee flinched and mustered up the courage to look over there.

Fuck!That person is wearing Dazai's overcoat! !

Is this the new melon, the new love of Officer Dazai?

The little employee trembled and opened the forum.

The author has something to say: This is the passer-by employee from Chapter 26

professional melon cutter

After the melon is cut, a fruit plate of the Hong Kong version will be ready :)

At this time, 27 and they are in the special training before the ring war, the fog will only fight and no one will come _(:з」∠)_