Clow is perfect

When Jing woke up completely the next day, he still had some doubts about the memory of last night. Did he dream of Wujo enlightenment?

It seems that he accidentally said that Ge E will be back soon.

However, it should be just a dream?

He turned his head and glanced at the half-open window, remembering that it was indeed closed tightly before going to bed, and then confirmed that the vague memory of last night was not an illusion or a dream.

Now we have to meet as soon as possible, probably they are really a little anxious.

Jing felt the amount of his magic recovery, made a decision, and remembered another thing.

Speaking of which, the last time I heard Mr. Nakaya say that Mr. Dazai will become a cadre in a few days. Do you want to give him a gift?

Anyway, this is also a promotion, and it is one of the goals that many people strive for, so celebration is necessary, right?

It’s just that Mr. Dazai’s character, would it be considered as a celebration after drinking with Mr. Oda and the others, and there is no more to do?

It can be regarded as knowing a little about Osamu Dazai, Kagami was a little worried, if he gave a gift rashly, would it be accepted in the end.

That person might unwrap the gift casually while seeming to be having a good time, throwing it into the back of the cabinet and leaving it alone.

But a gift is given anyway, and it is an important blessing.

What would Dazai-san like?Bandages, crabs, alcohol, monosodium glutamate, suicide?Except for crabs and wine, none of these things seem like things that can be given as gifts.And the crab doesn't seem to take it very seriously.

But in terms of wine, he doesn't know the good and bad of it, so he just needs to buy the most expensive one?

Hearing that drinking too much alcohol is bad for human health, Kagami was a little hesitant.

Why don't you ask Mr. Dazai what he wants first, and then go to give gifts?

You might be able to find out something from Mr. Nakaya. After all, there is a saying that "the one who knows you best is your enemy." With such a bad relationship with your partner, Mr. Nakaya may know Mr. Dazai's recent preferences.But it would be strange to ask him about the guy he hates the most.

Then should I ask Mr. Dazai's subordinates?They have been following Mr. Dazai, perhaps knowing what he likes and is interested in recently.

Jing thinks this is a good idea, but the people of PortMafia don't seem to be easy to disclose information, and they may be wary of a guy like him who suddenly asks...

However, there are ways.

He took out the small mirror that he kept next to him all the time, and smiled at the mirror that clearly reflected the image.

At the gathering place of Yokohama's underground organizations, a team from PortMafia is conducting routine patrols, collecting protection fees from surrounding small organizations by the way.The men in black with guns are all imposing. They look at other people with serious and mighty eyes, and they are serious and unsmiling. They will definitely make ordinary people detour.

This group of more than a dozen people walked past one by one according to the established route. It seemed that they were used to this kind of thing and were very proficient.

Only a young man in his early twenties at the end of the line looked a little young, and his face looked immature, not too threatening.

"Follow up quickly, Saito." The senior in front of the young man kindly reminded the junior who had only joined for a month, "We represent PortMafia! It's not okay to be so timid!"

"Okay, okay." The man called Saito tensed up, puffed out his chest, and tried to look like Mafia.

Seeing a senior like him, he sighed, turned his head, and said no more.

After all, Saito is still young, and lacks the confidence and experience of going through the wind and rain. Now we can't expect too much from him. It is a pretty good achievement to survive well.

As he was thinking like this, he didn't notice that his junior, who had a subtle supportive heart, passed by a certain corner, disappeared for a moment, and then suddenly appeared again, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and then followed the team as if nothing had happened.

The disappearance of that moment seems to be just an illusion caused by the light.

This team, which is used to work, moves fairly fast and is very efficient. After all, PortMafia has basically controlled the territory. No fool would be confused at this time and mess with them. Most of them obediently handed in the agreed tribute , groveling to let them in, nodding and bowing to let them go.

All went well, except for a few once-major organization, now splinters, who refused to cooperate, threatened them with bullets and drove them away.

"Hmph, it's just a small organization struggling for death. Soon, our BOSS will send the strongest double black masters to bring them the worst fear!" The big man bandaged himself and cursed dissatisfiedly.

"At that time, I must make them look good!"

"That's right, PortMafia doesn't pay attention to such a waste organization." Someone echoed.

"Senior, is this true? Are we going to attack that organization just now?" Saito thanked the senior for the water and asked curiously.

"No, it's just that guy talking nonsense now." The senior with the scar on his face pointed upwards, suggesting, "It's beyond what we can know. It's not something to praise such a joke if it is heard by a big man. You have to pay attention to your tone of voice and don't talk nonsense."

"Especially with Dazai-sama of Shuanghei, although you probably won't meet him now, but if you do, you must be careful with your words and deeds, and don't provoke him."

"Are you talking about the unparalleled Mr. Dazai? I often hear that he is an important figure in PortMafia, and he seems to be promoted soon." Saito recalled.

"It seems that you don't know nothing this month, so it's easy to say. Mr. Dazai is very powerful, not only for those guys who are hostile, but also for us. So don't try to hide anything from him or deceive him , believe me, that will be a worse end than death." The senior looked quite serious and warned him seriously.

"The best way to face Mr. Dazai is not to think or say too much, just do what he says. Do you understand?"

As if surprised by these words, the young man froze for a moment, nodded hastily, but felt curious: "So, if everyone is doing this, no one has thought about getting close to such a powerful Mr. Dazai? He is obviously very powerful?"

Hearing this, the senior stared at him in disbelief for a while, then sneered: "That's right, you haven't met Mr. Dazai yet, so you don't know how terrifying that lord is, so you can say this innocently." talk."

"PortMafia is indeed Mu Qiang, but it is not an adult who can approach at all. And...it's not that no one approaches, but those who deliberately approach Mr. Dazai are all spies who want to kill him."

"It's just that they were spotted by Mr. Dazai before they had time to implement their plan, and they were dragged to the interrogation room."

Saito was silent for a while, and sighed: "...It doesn't sound easy. Assassinations all the time, if it were me, I would have been exhausted."

"Don't think about it, you're the only one, there's no value in being assassinated." The senior laughed and cursed, and patted his junior on the head, thinking that this guy was really whimsical.

"Hey, yes." The young man smirked twice, and couldn't help becoming curious again, "Speaking of which, since Mr. Dazai is so powerful, does he have different preferences? I heard that the more different people , the more unique it is.”

"Oh, that's true." When the senior talked about this, Cangsang lit a cigarette, "Mr. Dazai will always do something as dangerous as committing suicide. I used to run with him for a while, and the handling of tasks is not special. Trouble, it’s Mr. Dazai after all. But seeing your boss always jumping on the verge of life and death is not good for the heart.”

"Senior has really worked hard. Besides, Mr. Dazai doesn't have any hobbies? That's really... unique."

"Haha, you don't have to hold back words to praise in front of you. Anyone who has been with Mr. Dazai knows that he has a hobby of wandering between crises." The senior threw away the cigarette and thought for a while, "But it seems that it is not limited to So, I heard that Mr. Dazai is interested in shiny things recently. I stopped by a certain jewelry store for a while last time, and I don’t know if I bought anything. I bought some sweets once, but it didn’t seem to suit my appetite. I took a bite I threw it away and said, 'It's really wrong'."

"I heard from a colleague that Mr. Dazai said last week that he wanted to raise a green butterfly. After completing the task, he went straight into the forest and let them search for it for a while."

The senior with the scar on his face was talking, looking at the junior who nodded repeatedly, and found it interesting: "Why are you suddenly interested in Mr. Dazai? Didn't you say that you would become Mr. Chuya's subordinate?"

"Um...Actually, I'm just curious about what Mr. Nakaya's partner is like, and my ambition hasn't changed." Saito quickly shook his head, speaking seriously, "Maybe I can figure out what Nakaya-sama dislikes, and deduce his likes instead. "

"Yes, it seems that you have great potential. Maybe one day you will become a great success." The senior patted him on the back appreciatively, but also reminded, "But it's fine with me, and others, regarding the matter of Mr. Dazai Be more cautious and ask less, that's the safest way."

"I understand, thank you senior." Saito thanked earnestly.

The day quickly came to an end, Saito followed the patrol team to complete the task, rejected the senior's invitation to drink, and was the last one to leave the task report point, heading for a place completely different from the usual direction of going home.

A certain feeling in the seemingly gentle and harmless young man calmed down, even if it was the same face, it was hard to recognize.

He looked around and made sure of something, then turned and walked into the winding alleyway, away from places that might be noticed.

Then, in a blind spot where the monitoring could not see, a white light flashed, and the 20-year-old young man shrank suddenly, turning into a delicate young man with light green hair, like a very interesting magic trick, but he couldn't see through the trick.

Holding a delicate mirror in his hand, the light-green-haired boy calmly walked into a certain alley, waved his hand on the mirror, and released the real "maze" that was made asleep by Mian and hidden in the maze of [Maze]. Saito".

Fortunately, this person has a very friendly senior, and he got the information he wanted almost without asking too much.

"Sorry, today's work, I will do it for you." Jing arranged the person, apologized softly, and left here quickly to prepare gifts.

On the way, he had time to sort out Mr. Dazai's recent preferences.

A shiny, sweet, green butterfly?

OK, let's do that!

Jing thought for a while, rolled up his sleeves, got into the kitchen, and started tinkering.

On the second night, Dazai Osamu, Oda Saku, and Sakaguchi Ango finished drinking and walked home drunk, staggering from side to side.

In fact, he doesn't go home many times, and it's not so much a home, it's actually just one of the many footholds, and the reason why he came back is just...

what is it then?

When he thought of this, he wanted to laugh a little. He finally walked to the door, but he didn't really want to open the door and go in. He sat on the ground as if drunk.

Anyway, there is no difference.

Osamu Dazai thought, glanced at the door and window, just about to lie down on the spot, but smelled a sweet smell, and the direction seemed to be his home.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could understand without much thought that an unexpected visitor had come.

...It seems that there is an unexpected surprise coming.

But it doesn't matter if you don't find out, right?

No matter how many things are not suitable, they are just an eyesore.

Osamu Dazai, who was drunk, came to this conclusion soberly, lay down for a while, and slowly got up.

He lazily propped the door open, ready to deal with possible problems, at least the bed was still more comfortable than the floor.

The moment the light is turned on, the bewitching and gorgeous beauty rushes straight into the eyes.

It was a huge butterfly with gorgeous and gorgeous green wings, reflecting the faint dark light, as if a star rain had fallen into it, shining brightly, like an exquisite work of art, staying quietly and obediently in the middle of the living room, Exudes a refreshing sweet smell.

Seeing this gift, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled coldly.

This kind of thing is quite interesting, it seems that I have inquired about it specially.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong, what he was looking for recently was not this kind of sweet art-like candy.

Should it be smashed directly, or...

"Mr. Dazai, are you unhappy?" The person hiding in the room couldn't help poking his head quietly, not understanding why he had such an expression, it didn't look like he imagined, "Is it a gift from me, right?"

Kagami didn't want to show his face at first, after all, Mr. Dazai was always a little bit evasive, and just wanted to make sure that he accepted the gift, and then he came, but the expression of Dazai Osamu was not at all the expression of receiving the gift he wanted.

This made him a little nervous.

"...you are here, Jingjiang." The black-haired boy with kite eyes turned his head, stared at him for a while, chuckled, walked over, bent slightly, and pinched him like cotton. face.

"No, I received a very nice gift."