Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

After subconsciously responding to his brother's question, Reo Tsushima rubbed his eyes soaked in water, and blinked his heavy eyelashes vigorously, finally causing the blurred vision to be blurred like glass covered with mist. Wipe translucent, gradually become clearer.

With his ears, nose, mouth and eyes covered with water, and his perception weakened as if separated by a long distance, Tsushima Reo just intuitively determined that the person who hugged him and sent him to the river bank was his brother.

But when the originally shaking light and shadow stabilized and the appearance of the person in front of him was clearly displayed in front of Reo Tsushima, he hesitated to confirm it.

"...Xiu Zhi, brother?" He asked tentatively.

It wasn't the elder brother who was only nine years old and his height as he remembered.

The young man in front of him is thin but tall, his curly, iris-colored hair sticks wetly to his cheeks, and is still dripping water, his face has lost the immaturity of a child, and his contours have lost their blunt and soft curvature. There is only a slightly sharp and delicate appearance, the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes reveal a melancholy and lovable temperament, like a fragile and transparent beautiful glass that needs to be cared for carefully, people will realize it the first time they see him ——He is the type of beautiful boy who will be sought after and surrounded by women, and will attract the attention of the opposite sex when he walks on the road.

Many snow-white bandages were inexplicably wrapped around his body, not as if he was injured, but as if he was hiding something.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth softly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly, "It's my brother... Lianyang."

"elder brother?"

"Yes."

"elder brother."

"Oh here."

"elder brother!"

After repeatedly confirming the existence of his brother, Tsushima Reo showed a crescent-like smile, he stretched out his hands impatiently, hugged Osamu Dazai's neck affectionately, and used himself again and again. The soft cheeks rubbed against the side of Dazai Osamu's neck, coquettishly coquettish like a cat in a mess that was wet all over after a heavy rain.

"Brother, I miss you so much," he said, "You have become a grown-up!"

Reo Tsushima stuffed herself into Dazai Osamu's arms, the child's high temperature skin was transmitted to Dazai Osamu's body through the wet clothes, chests pressed against chests, heartbeats resonated with heartbeats, then A small, warm, living life nestled in his arms, which still makes Osamu Dazai think it is an incredible dream.

He hadn't done anything, didn't dare to do anything, good luck came to him for no reason and inexplicably, but made people timidly dare not touch it, dare not pierce it, afraid that it would It is a gorgeous soap bubble, swaying with colorful colors, floating leisurely in the air, but it is so fragile that even the dry air can kill it.

If this is really a dream, let him be blindfolded and ears covered by the dream maker, immersed in falsehood, and sleep forever.

"Liyang, Liyang," Osamu Dazai folded his arms tightly and said softly, "I'll take you to change into clean clothes."

Osamu Dazai wrapped Reio Tsushima in the overcoat that had been ruined by the river water, and hugged him carefully.

"Okay." Reo Tsushima agreed briskly. He put his arms around Osamu Dazai's neck, resting his head on his brother's thin and somewhat emaciated shoulders, closed his eyes with peace of mind, and trusted himself completely. After giving it to my brother, the black coat was stretched out from the transparent white calf, which had lost its shoes and was only wearing a white foot bag, hanging in mid-air, swaying slightly as Osamu Dazai got up.

The sun was slowly setting in the sky, and the twilight radiance was flowing obliquely in the river. Osamu Dazai freed up a hand to touch his pocket, and found with some pleasure that he had not been in the water for a long time this time. Even before it was washed away by the river, the banknotes inside were soaked, but fortunately, the bank card still looked intact.

"It's great that the wallet didn't get washed away," Osamu Dazai said with satisfaction while holding his wallet that was still dripping, "Reyo, we can go back by taxi~"

Reo Tsushima cheered with dignity, "Great!" He said with full expectation, "I haven't taken a taxi before."

This sentence is indeed the truth. In Rei Tsushima's life, he was always detained for a long time and free for a short time. Even when transportation is occasionally used, it is mostly a special driver and a special vehicle. .

"Is there any difference between a taxi and an ordinary car?" asked the curious child.

Dazai Osamu thought for a while and said, "It's not different, but the taxis all have a uniform appearance. There will be a sign on the roof to tell customers whether they are free or full, whether they can be picked up, and then there will be a timer on the car. The meter and the meter, where you pay the mileage you drive, are tools drivers use to figure out how much they can charge…that’s about it.”

There was an awkward feeling in his heart, talking about such everyday and ordinary things was a little uncomfortable for him, a little strange and a little unbelievable.

"I want to try it once!" Tsushima Reo, who was still at the age of being enthusiastic about anything, said lively with her eyes wide open.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai agreed to Reo Tsushima's simple request, "I'll go and hail one now."

Osamu Dazai walked up the steps by the river embankment step by step and back to the long tree-lined road beside the river bank. Although this place is remote and desolate, it is also the rush hour for work, and there are not many vehicles coming and going on the road. Not too little, he waited for a while, and was about to stop a taxi that happened to pass by.

"Mr. Dazai!"

Accompanied by a cry full of hardships and sufferings, weeping with joy, a group of people in black suits poured out from the black car with privacy film on the road extending along the embankment, and stepped on the asphalt-colored road with countless feet. On the ground, the heels of the leather shoes were tangent to the hard ground, and there was the sound of chaotic and heavy footsteps, rushing towards Dazai Osamu.

The taxi driver, who was startled by this posture, had already stepped on the brakes, swayed his foot on the accelerator, and flew out in front of Osamu Dazai with a squeak, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Osamu Dazai's outstretched hand froze in the mid-air, and the expression on his face gradually faded like frost, and his face was expressionless.

"There is a problem with the warehouse in the southwest. The leader ordered us to find you immediately and solve the matter within today." The leader couldn't understand the wink, and was still chattering unconsciously, "The situation It's a bit tricky, several armed groups have joined forces to snatch this batch of goods from us..."

"I'm off work already~" Osamu Dazai turned his back to them, prolonging the end of his voice, showing reluctance, but Reo Tsushima, who had been burying his head on Osamu Dazai's neck, moved and looked up. At the beginning, she revealed a pair of clear and beautiful pupils like black pearls and looked at them curiously.

Osamu Dazai reacted quickly, pulled up the overcoat, which was too big for him, and covered Reo Tsushima with his head and face, and then gently lowered Reo Tsushima's head. Press, hiding his face in shadow.

Only then did the leader notice the child held by Osamu Dazai, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Dazai, is this child...?"

"I picked it up when I entered the water."

At this time, his tone became a little cold, and he turned around impatiently, with one hand still pressing the back of Tsushima Reo's head, telling him not to raise his head.

There was a lingering light in those kite-colored pupils, and the corners of his mouth were flattened, showing a somewhat cold expression, "I said that I have already left work, and Mr. Mori will find a way to solve this matter by himself."

...Mr. Dazai is a little unhappy.

At this time, the leader realized this matter belatedly.

Osamu Dazai walked towards them, and said lightly, "Let me borrow your car."

At that moment, what emerged in their minds was the bloody feats that Osamu Dazai made to deter the entire Yokohama underground world during the two years he entered the port mafia.

"Yes, it is."

The leader flinched and became nervous all of a sudden, took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Dazai Osamu, then backed away obediently.

No one dared to stand in front of him. They watched as Osamu Dazai got into the car with the child in his arms, turned the key, and left gracefully, leaving only the exhaust fumes all over the place, and he was at a loss, The underlings of the Mafia looked at each other.

"...What should we do now?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Let's report to the leader first."

No one dared to complain about Dazai's bad governance, so they could only silently accept his willfulness and urgently rearrange the tasks.

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In the chief's office, the transparent and wide floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly covered by the falling curtains. The bright sunlight and the red dot of the sniper rifle were blocked out of the window. High-quality lamps and lanterns, the old yellowed warm light swaying slightly.

"Jingle bells - tinkle bells -"

"Rintaro, call!"

Alice, who was kneeling on the desk and concentrating on drawing, yelled without looking back, and then focused on her painting again.

Mori Ogai, who hadn't closed his eyes for three days in a row because of the business license for abilities, was lying on the scarlet bed to take a rest. At this moment, he could only open his eyes helplessly, and sighed wearily and sadly. With a sigh of relief, he lifted the quilt and walked to the retro-looking telephone, and connected the call.

"Boss," the leader's voice came from the microphone, "Mr. Dazai refuses to deal with this matter."

Mori Ogai sent his own armed forces directly under Osamu Dazai. In matters related to Dazai Ogai, the leader has the privilege of directly contacting the leader. From this, it can also be seen that Mori Ogai attaches great importance to Dazai Osamu up.

"Okay, I understand." Mori Ogai is used to Dazai's actions, if it is not important, he will follow Dazai tolerantly, and Dazai is also quite smart and never touched his bottom line However, the two of them have worked together peacefully for nearly eight years, and they have a tacit understanding.

There was not even a slight wave in his heart, and he just ordered lightly, "Then let the black lizard handle this matter, it doesn't matter if it is a little violent, if it is just a normal confrontation between mafia organizations, the military and the police will not manage."

"Then why is Dazai-kun going on strike this time? Now is a critical moment, and it's not okay to let him be so capricious."

There was a slight embarrassment in the leader's voice, "Mr. Dazai only said that he was off work."

"It's off work? Ah, really, it's not that I don't pay him overtime." Mori Ogai said in a slightly complaining tone, "Then let's deal with this matter like this, is there anything else? ?”

"One more thing..."

"Huh? What else?"

It is said that they are dispatched to Dazai Osamu's subordinates, but in fact, they can be regarded as Mori Ogai's eyeliner around Dazai Ogai. He usually pays attention to Dazai Osamu's every move, and will report to Mori Ogai if there is any abnormality.

The person on the other side of the phone hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know if I should say it. This should be Mr. Dazai's private matter...Mr. Dazai picked up a child from somewhere."

"Oh?" Mori Ogai's tone changed slightly, and he raised his voice slightly with interest, "Dazai-kun, did you pick up a child and go back?"

"Yes." The leader said, "It is said that I picked it up on the way into the water." He added a little more detail, "Both of them were wet, and Mr. Dazai took off his coat and wrapped the child, as if he didn't want to Let us see the child's face."

Mori Ogai half-gazing at his scarlet pupils, and asked meaningfully, "He purposely covered that child's face... Is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I understand, now you go and transfer the mission to Black Lizard."

"Yes, chief."

Slightly, da.

Mori Ogai hung up the phone.

Alice also stopped her hand holding the crayon to smear.

"Alice-chan~ Do you think that child will be a chance?"

And Alice just looked up at him, "Rin Taro is such a big villain, he won't spare even children."

Mori Ogai held his heart, put on a wounded look, and exaggerated and hypocritically argued, "How can Alice-chan say that about me?"

"I just want to test it a little bit." Mori Ogai gestured with his index finger and thumb, with a fox-like sly look on his face, and said, "Just like that."