Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Reyo Tsushima and Kosuke played hide-and-seek with the usual rules.

Before the game started, Kosuke worried that Reio Tsushima hadn't played the game before, so he carefully explained the rules of the game.

"We have a total of six people, and we have to choose one ghost and five people." Xingsuke stretched out a finger with his left hand, making a gesture of "one", while opening his right hand, he gestured for "five".

"In a moment, we will use rock-paper-scissors to pick out ghosts. At the beginning of the game, ghosts have to close their eyes and count a hundred numbers. During this time, people can choose a place to hide in the entire second floor. , and then you are not allowed to move, and after the ghost counts to one hundred, you can open your eyes and start looking. You must find all five people to start the next round of the game, and the first person found by the ghost in this round is The next round of ghosts, do you understand?"

It was not the first time for the other five children to play this hide-and-seek game, and they already knew the rules. Naturally, Qi Qi set their sights on Reo Tsushima.

The child with soft cheeks raised a smile and obediently replied, "Understood."

In any case, cute children always get preferential treatment.

The five children are all orphans who have experienced the dragon head war and lost their parents in the struggle of the Mafia.

During that period of gloomy, terrifying, and bloody pain, in order to protect themselves and survive, they built barriers in their hearts, were highly alert, and their minds were more mature than ordinary children. Tasakunosuke adopted him and was treated tenderly. Like a stray cat, some hurtful thorns were gradually smoothed away, and he looked no different from ordinary children.

But from the fact that they stay on the small attic on the second floor all day, they don't like to play in the wide area outside, and they don't like to spend time with people other than each other. This seems to be a bit closed habit. It can be seen that they are still not easy to accept others.

If Tsushima Reo hadn't been brought by Oda Sakunosuke and said that he hoped they could get along well, they might not try to contact him.

But no matter how guarded a child is, in front of Tsushima Reo's harmless smiling face, he can't help but soften a little.

The other three boys who hadn’t spoken much all the time——Katsumi, Yuu, and Shinji, seeing that Yusuke didn’t intend to continue to add rules, hesitated to speak, and told Tsushima Reo one by one of the rules he missed.

"Xingsuke missed one rule... a game of hide and seek can only last for 10 minutes at most."

"Because if the ghost is given enough time to search the entire second floor, no matter where it is hidden, it will be found sooner or later."

"If you haven't found everyone after 10 minutes, that person will be the ghost in the next round."

"Ah, that's right, that's what Kemi and the others said, I accidentally forgot to say it." Xingsuke scratched his head and said with a cheerful smile, "Then let's use rock-paper-scissors to select the ghost first!"

"Okay." Reo Tsushima agreed, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

They all held out their hands.

"Scissors, Rock, Paper!"

In the narrow and low attic on the second floor, warm and bright sunlight comes in through the square windows, spreads obliquely on the old floor, and paints the brown-red wood color with a layer of freshness. The pulp is a light and precious color like gold.

The crisp voices of the children shouting in unison rang out in the attic, echoing empty and long, and it has never stopped since then.

The boss who was preparing the dishes in the store on the first floor smiled helplessly and indulgently. While listening to the happy screams and footsteps of the children upstairs, he showed full satisfaction to the guests who stepped into the restaurant in the morning. Apologetic smile.

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On the other hand, Osamu Dazai, who had just skipped a day's shift with confidence, reluctantly returned to work.

Mori Ogai respected his wishes, and did not mention the matter of the license for the operation of the ability, but handed him another difficult matter.

In the chief's office covered by a heavy curtain, in a dimly lit room with candle lights, Osamu Dazai stuffed his whole body into a soft and wide single sofa, holding a game console connected to a monitor in his hand, using up, down, left, and right Pressing the buttons to select the monitoring screens in different places, he was watching Reo Tsushima's every move with a happy mood, and went to work openly and lazily.

"Does Dazai-kun know about crows?" Mori Ogai, the boss, calmly and magnanimously ignored Dazai's actions, and asked with a smile.

"Hmm, is it that international organization that has affiliated forces in various countries?" Osamu Dazai answered absent-mindedly, his eyes glued to the game console, and he didn't pay any attention to Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai: ...

Mori Ogai struggled to maintain a smile and endured it. He gently reminded, "Dazai-kun, can you put the game console away?"

This is also one of the reasons why Mori Ogai began to feel that Osamu Dazai was not easy to use, because from the beginning they were an equal cooperative relationship. This child who is very intelligent and close to a monster has been with him for too many years, from a child to a teenager. , from immature with occasional mistakes to accurate to chilling perfection, they are so familiar with each other that even Mori Ogai usurped the port mafia from the ancestors and established himself step by step. He has become the leader of the port mafia recognized by everyone, but Osamu Dazai is still loose and wanton, and has no respect for him.

A leader who can't make his subordinates fear is unconvincing, but he can barely take an approachable route to keep the members of the organization tightly together and incite them to become the most solid cornerstone and non-stop parts of the organization.

And letting other people's prestige surpass the leader is a dangerous signal.

Osamu Dazai is sharp, intelligent and ruthless, and he has an almost terrifying grasp of people's hearts, and he will not mess up the task because of excess empathy. This is the best card in Mori Ogai's hand.

But it is also a defect if it is too easy to use.

Dazai Osamu's ability is too outstanding, the task is done too well, and the prestige among his subordinates is even higher than that of Mori Ogai. This is not something Mori Ogai wants to see.

Because of the identity of the leader, he can't come forward easily, and because of the identity of the leader, he has to keep a distance. In the hearts of the bottom members who may never see the leader for a lifetime, the bloody deeds of this young cadre who has never made a mistake in the plan are more convincing. To be feared and adored.

Mori Ogai's fear of Osamu Dazai has been continuously strengthened in the legend of "Mr. Dazai" circulating in the port mafia day after day.

Osamu Dazai paused his hands, and reluctantly put away the game console. His kite-colored pupils slightly raised, revealing a little coldness. He looked at Mori Ogai, and slowly told what he knew. "The Crow, an international criminal organization that originated in Japan, has a more famous code name called the Black Organization. It pursues a low-key and mysterious style. Its main purpose is to illegally develop drugs, relying on drug trafficking, assassination, kidnapping, robbery, etc. Huge wealth."

He said, "From government officials, business people, hospital directors to academicians of research institutes, and even the police and public security, they have intricate connections among elites in various fields. Asking others, or being sincerely loyal to the Black Organization, no matter what the reason, after years of lurking and developing, the Black Organization's power has penetrated into the whole of Japan, and it has become a sore that is difficult to remove, um... Speaking of which, has the government made some moves recently?"

Mori Ogai smiled slightly, "I heard some rumors, but it has nothing to do with us." He dug out a document from the pile of desk cases and handed it to Osamu Dazai, "Maybe Dazai-kun doesn't know, But the Black Organization is actually working with the Port Mafia as well."

Osamu Dazai took the materials lazily, and answered with lowered eyes, "No surprise."

Yokohama is a port city and one of the most important transportation hubs for Japan to communicate with the outside world. The goods imported and exported through Yokohama Port even accounted for 70.00% of Japan's import and export goods. After the defeat, the victorious country will propose that Japan cede Yokohama to become a free and open concession to all countries.

International criminal organizations like the Black Organization, if their main purpose is to develop drugs, whether they want to transport medical equipment, raw materials, or guns and ammunition from armed groups, they can't beat the port mafia that controls Yokohama Port. It's not unusual to have a partnership with the port mafia.

It would be better to say that there are too many scattered, large and small organizations, and even the black-clothed organizations seem inconspicuous among them.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the documents page by page. Most of them were transaction records, which were not very different from what he thought. The materials that the black organizations hoped to trade with the port mafia were nothing more than some high-end medical products whose exports were restricted by other countries. Equipment, high-precision parts, dangerous drugs, rare raw materials that are prohibited from sale, guns and ammunition, etc., are occasionally special, just to help their members abroad smuggle back to China after their identities are revealed.

However, perhaps because of their deep pockets, the annual transaction volume between the Black Organization and the Port Mafia has reached a considerable amount, which surprised Osamu Dazai.

"Ready?" Mori Ogai folded his hands, propped his chin and asked Dazai with a smile.

"Check it out." Osamu Dazai put down the document casually, "But these transaction records are all normal, and I don't see anything wrong." He said, "They have good credit in the transaction, and there is no record of defaulting on accounts. , it should be Mr. Mori's favorite type of customer, if this is the case, is their behavior out of bounds?"

"As expected of Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai sighed, and then said, "That's right, the recent small actions of the black organization really made me unable to bear it any longer."

"Mr. Dazai also knows that the Black Organization also has a lot of strongholds in Yokohama. They hide in every corner like moths, quietly and unobtrusively. If the nerves of my teeth are decayed, making me in unbearable pain and sleepless nights, I may continue to maintain a tolerant attitude and maintain a cooperative relationship with them, after all, no one will have trouble with money."

"It's just," Mori Ogai frowned slightly, and said as if he was a little distressed, "Recently, their hands seem to be stretched too far."

It was the dark shadow of the safety that plagued the city of Yokohama that had been left over from the time of the previous chieftain, and it had recently grown thicker and larger.

"Dare to use the name of a pharmaceutical company to openly open a research institute for human experiments in Yokohama, and even kidnap and arrest many ordinary citizens as materials for human experiments... They think we are too good-tempered and too tolerant. Do you want to try to see the consequences of provoking the bottom line of the port mafia?"

"I understand," Osamu Dazai understood. His iris-colored pupils glanced sideways, with a cold light, and he asked, "So, what level does Mr. Mori expect me to do?"

Mori Ogai smiled.

It was a hypocritical, aloof, and cold mask-like smile.

He spoke softly and slowly, "I hope Dazai-kun can help me uproot the black organization and clean Yokohama thoroughly." He said, "This city does not welcome mediocre people who don't know her beauty." man of."