Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Ogai Mori issued a silver letter to Osamu Dazai, granting him authority second only to the leader, allowing him to freely use any member below the cadre level in the port mafia.

Because the black organization is much larger than the port mafia that only operates in Yokohama in terms of size and sphere of influence, considering this, Mori Ogai also set a much looser deadline for the completion of the task , allowing Osamu Dazai to take any means to resolve this matter within two months.

"Of course, it would be nice if we could add some flesh and blood to the port mafia a little bit in the middle." Mori Ogai said this rather implicitly, pinching it with his thumb and index finger, hanging dangerously, leaving only There was a slight gap, "Just a little bit."

The intentions of the black-hearted capitalists are actually quite obvious.

He hoped that Osamu Dazai would be able to drive the black organization out of Yokohama, and at the same time make a fortune from this rich organization to help the "poor and pitiful" port mafia.

If you can scrape some oil and water down, just scrape some oil and water, and every penny is money. Mori Ogai, who is careful and frugal in managing his family, is not too shabby.

But obviously he also knew that this was embarrassing others, that's why he said it so reservedly, hinting at it secretly.

"Ah, you really can squeeze people, Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai frowned in embarrassment, fell back, spread it on the soft sofa, and complained, "You have to be merciless again Get them out of Yokohama and make them willingly hand over their money without making a tough enemy for the port mafia, you're just letting someone stupidly pay you to stab him and ask for it afterwards Thank you so much for giving a five-star review.”

He told a bad joke, "Sounds like great material for the funny news of the year at the meeting."

"Hahaha." Mori Ogai laughed dryly twice, and muddled it vaguely, "In short, please, Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai looked at him, with that unpredictable smile on his face again, and he said, "Okay, Mr. Mori, I will use whatever means and do my best to complete this task."

"As long as you don't regret it when the time comes."

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The sky is dimly dyed in orange-red and yellowish colors, half of the clouds are soft pink, but the other half has been infected by the night, revealing a dull blue-purple.

Osamu Dazai went to pick up Reo Tsushima at the time of dinner, and ate a curry meal at the boss's house by the way.

In the past few days, the port mafia has just dealt with a group of traitors. Whether it is cleaning up the scene or moving the corpses, someone needs to do it. The work of Oda Sakunosuke is more arduous than before. The boss explained that dinner cannot be eaten in the restaurant, and therefore, after dinner, Dazai Osamu said goodbye to the boss, and took Tsushima Reo home.

In order to digest, Osamu Dazai decided to walk home with Reo Tsushima. You can chat and take a walk on the road. When you are tired from walking, you can take the taxi that Reo Tsushima failed to take last time. This is a perfect improvement. The activity of brotherhood.

"Brother, how is your work today?"

On the way home, Reo Tsushima asked curiously.

When he and Osamu Dazai separated, both of them were still children, and because of family education, they hadn't even been to school. Their knowledge of the outside world basically came from books and TV. Words like work are very important to Reo Tsushima. Still pretty fresh.

"Hmm - it's very interesting." Osamu Dazai said this casually, and then became a little bit more interested.

Probably all elder brothers like to show off their knowledge and pass on their experience to younger brothers, either out of boasting or out of love.

The vanity that mortals cannot avoid is naturally present in Dazai Osamu's heart without exception. He then raised the topic after Tsushima Reo's words, and led Tsushima Reo to continue to ask, "Reo knows brother's What is work?"

"What, what?" Tsushima Rei answered naturally and understandingly.

"Mafia, the kind of mafia in TV dramas with tattoos, drinking and smoking, the kind that will fiercely fight on the street with machetes and guns, are you afraid?"

Osamu Dazai did not hide his filth and filth from Reo Tsushima. In the final analysis, they became accomplices carrying crimes from the first time they met. After choosing to step into the bloody and minced meat hell, choosing to hide the corpse, When hiding their sins, they showed each other the most unbearable, nasty, and ugliest appearances in front of each other.

Nothing to hide, nothing to fear, nothing to be ashamed of.

You just need to show yourself to the other party frankly and sincerely.

Because they all know that they will definitely be understood, tolerated, and forgiven. Even if everyone scolds them, scolds them for their cruelty and indifference, and stays away from them because of fear, there will still be twins. Brothers stand firmly beside each other without words, and the fate tightly entangled together before birth is their natural position.

"—Don't be afraid."

Tsushima Reo said, with a relaxed and clear expression, he shook the hand held by Dazai Osamu, disturbing the calm evening wind, passing through the cool air between his fingers, his gaze was far away .

"Anyway, brother won't hurt me." He said with a firm and unwavering tone.

Maybe it's because of the trust that Reio Tsushima always easily entrusts to others, or maybe it's because of Reo Tsushima's characteristic of having no negative emotions that she can't control herself.

All in all, when he heard Tsushima Reo's words, Osamu Dazai felt some subtle feelings in his heart. He thought, those people you trusted with all your heart in the past did not hurt you without hesitation in the end. Are you out yet?

Out of a kind of weird and dark curiosity, he asked stubbornly, "What if one day I really hurt Lianyang?" He said, "It's not a joke like scaring, it's true. , will cause Lian Yang's death."

"Eh……?"

Reo Tsushima was questioned, and he frowned again in confusion, wondering what he would think if this impossible thing in his opinion really happened.

But there is always an empty piece in my heart, like a blank answer to a test question, without any reference value.

In the end, he could only answer the embarrassing question raised by his brother dryly, "... If brother really wants to kill him, he can kill him."

Reo Tsushima said this almost innocently. Even though he had already died once, he was still the same as before, neither understanding his own value in the hearts of others, nor knowing what death meant.

"But if this is the case, doesn't it contradict what Lian Yang said?" Osamu Dazai asked softly.

"How could there be a contradiction?" Reyang Tsushima's eyes widened in surprise, and he said with a smile, "My brother will not hurt me—it's me who believes and insists on it in such a self-centered manner. What does your idea have anything to do with what your brother wants to do?"

Reo Tsushima is like a child with no concept of [self].

He pleases others in everything, he will take the initiative to blame all the faults on himself, he doesn't mind the betrayal of others, he can easily accept the change of understanding things, even if because of the influence of his growth environment and the teaching of his only friend, his mind is hazy The idea of ​​selfishness emerges, but it's clearly a simple and naive prototype, he's just beginning to sort the people he wants to please.

To fulfill my brother's wish first, Erina second, Aluka third, and everyone else without distinction.

He didn't put himself on that list.

Even though he had expected it, Dazai remained silent for a moment when he heard the same answer from Reo Tsushima as he had imagined, and after a while, he sighed lightly like breathing.

Lianyang is a child with personality defects.

He clearly knew this, but he still couldn't help confirming it over and over again.

It's not because I feel that he is false like a non-existent person, nor is it because I can't accept his flaws, but because such unguarded trust and indiscriminate flattery have brought too much misfortune to Reo Tsushima .

Perhaps this is a protection mechanism that was born to allow Reo Tsushima to struggle to survive in the dead and indifferent house in her childhood, in that dark and damp room that was only six stacks in size, But after breaking away from that old-fashioned and backward home, this former protection mechanism has become a sharp thorn in Tsushima Reo, only let him be driven by other people's desires and selfishness, and suffered a lot in it. It hurts.

But if Reyo Tsushima is to change, Erina will inevitably be hurt.

Asking Erina to return Tsushima Reo's negative emotions is like depriving her of the foundation of her birth, depriving her of the oxygen necessary for survival, and depriving her of the blood that circulates in her body.

This is an unsolvable problem.

Osamu Dazai could only use his own strength to protect Reo Tsushima, like protecting a child who is sick and cannot feel pain, carefully watching all the movements around him.

He touched Reo Tsushima's soft hair, stopped embarrassing him, and turned the topic back to work.

"Does Lian Yang know what the mafia usually does?"

As long as he mentioned the topic of interest to the child, Tsushima Reo would immediately divert his attention. He thought for a while and said, "Collecting protection fees, fighting and gambling...? It's always like this on TV."

"Haha, it's about the same, but the business needs to be a little more." Osamu Dazai said, "Mafia can also open commercial companies, conduct investment and transactions normally, and occasionally accept other people's entrustment to do things, and they are quite law-abiding. Pay taxes carefully, every year when the large amount of taxes is handed over, Mr. Mori will be so distressed that he can't sleep."

"Mr. Mori... is that the uncle you saw last time?" Tsushima asked curiously.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai thought for a while, then added with a smile, "Don't look at Mr. Mori's thick hair, but he actually wears a wig on top of his head. Mr. Mori's real face is that kind A middle-aged man with a hair crisis, bald and greasy, and a perverted lolicon, who has a special interest in girls under the age of 12, super-super disgusting."

Reo Tsushima opened her mouth, listened to Osamu Dazai's description in a daze, and silently corrected the image of Mori Ogai in his mind little by little.

Dazai Osamu slandered Mori Ogai without changing his face, because he knew that Tsushima Reo didn't care about him, so he said emphatically, "Ah, by the way, Erina is also a little girl under the age of 12, right? Cute and pure, she doesn't know how to guard against others at all, Lianyang must protect Erina, and don't get close to a pervert like Mr. Mori, understand?"

Reo Tsushima, who seriously felt that Erina's ghost boy image in the horror drama is quite cute, became a little nervous, and nodded heavily, "I will definitely stay away from Mr. Mori and protect Erina!"

"Good boy." Osamu Dazai praised routinely, and added, "Don't look at Mr. Mori, but now my brother and I have to work under such a person, it's really super tiring."

He complained coquettishly to a child younger than himself, "Does Lianyang know? Mr. Sen is a black-hearted capitalist who squeezes employees, and the demands he puts forward are super embarrassing. He always makes his brother work overtime and asks him to work day and night upside down. He also assigned a short, irritable, and mindless slug to my brother as a partner..."

The more Rei Tsushima listened, the more worried the expression on his face became. Before Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Brother, don't work for Mr. Mori!"

"No, although I hate Mr. Mori very much, I am quite suitable for this job, and I don't want to change places for the time being." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, enjoying the feeling of being cared by his younger brother.

"Then just make Mr. Mori, whom my brother hates, disappear." Reyo Tsushima said simply and naively, "Just let my brother work for someone else who doesn't hate me."

"Well... Actually, my brother doesn't want to work for others anymore." Dazai Osamu said casually, "It's like competition in the workplace. Everyone wants to climb to a higher position, and I am the same."

"Lianyang, brother wants to be the one who replaces Mr. Mori, will you support me?"

"Yeah." Reo Tsushima squeezed Dazai Osamu's hand, the frown was smoothed away, and a bright smile appeared again, "I will support my brother!"

"My brother is a genius, he can definitely do it."

Osamu Dazai smiled, and quite frankly agreed with Rei Tsushima's point of view, "Rei really has vision, there's nothing wrong with that, my brother is a criminal genius, and Mr. Mori can't win against me when it comes to who is more suitable for darkness. of."

"Does Lian Yang know? Even though he clearly doubted me, Mr. Mori still firmly believed in his optimal solution, because he felt that I could use most of the resources of the port mafia to complete his solution most efficiently and perfectly. The task, and the benefits of completing this task are far greater than the possibility that I will betray the port mafia in a short time."

"Just because of the tendency of probability under the premise of omitting one variable, the Silver Hand was issued to me, allowing me to arbitrarily mobilize all mafia members below the cadre level. Doesn't it sound funny?"

"Yes." Although she didn't quite understand, Tsushima Reo still seriously perfunctory her brother.

"Lian Yang thinks so too. Mr. Mori really uses me a lot, probably because there are a bunch of idiots in the port mafia, and no one with a brain can pick out a few." Osamu Dazai said, "Yi Sen Mr.'s character, he must have considered the possibility of entrusting this task to me, and I will use it to make some moves, but he can't find a reason for my betrayal for the time being, so he will weigh the pros and cons. Next, choose to give priority to solving the foreign maggots."

"I see." Reo Tsushima nodded, pretending to understand.

"Ah, Mr. Mori is really old, the brain that has the only advantage is rusted and can't move, and it's time to replace it with a young, smart and handsome new leader, right, Lianyang?" Osamu Dazai did not Without the slightest sense of shame, without changing his expression or beating his heart, he boasted in such a complacent tone as it should be.

"Yes——" Reyo Tsushima obediently dragged out her voice, and responded in obedience to her brother's wishes.

Because of Tsushima Reo's cooperative response and his incomprehensible but increasingly shining adoring eyes, Osamu Dazai, whose vanity as an older brother was a little inflated, unknowingly talked too much.

He gave Tsushima Reo a detailed account of his impromptu plan framework, which was mixed with some boasting, some rumors, and even some personal complaints.

"Mr. Sen has always insisted on his optimal solution, which is like a computer program, which removes all personal feelings. He eats, drinks, and lives in the office all day long. From morning to night, it's like falling in love with work. He worked hard. Correcting documents, even his favorite Alice has to lean towards the back of the work, it is no different from an artificial intelligence - the artificial intelligence seems to have more emotions than him, I think his hairline has become more and more It's on the verge of becoming one of those sad men who rely on sideburns to cover up their baldness sooner or later."

They walked until the night was a little dark, and then walked to a slightly more prosperous area under the frosty moonlight and warm yellow street lights. They waited for a while on the side of the road as planned, and stopped a taxi to take them home. .

Along the way, Reo Tsushima was looking at the interior decoration of the taxi with some curiosity, matching up the accessories that Osamu Dazai had told him one by one, as if playing a small game of match and match, for each Match the items on the items to be happy.

Reo Tsushima, who can be regarded as fulfilling a small wish, was quite satisfied. On the way home, the slightly raised arcs of the corners of her mouth never came down.