Oba Hazo's Time Traveling

When Zhong Yuan was called into the office, he didn't know what happened.

'The small-scale rebellion has subsided, is it possible that Takagi still has remnants wandering around? '

'No, if you think about it carefully, other organizations are also possible. The situation in Yokohama is not peaceful recently, and the leader doesn't have many people available. '

'It's impossible to go to the sea to salvage that dry and smelly mackerel. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for two days. '

At this time, Zhong Yuan Zhong also joined the port mafia for only a year, but he has already become a candidate for a cadre, and he has eliminated more hostile organizations than Black Lizard.

Having said that, the leader rarely issued tasks directly to him, and most of the work was delivered by the leader's secretary, and he was called into the office in the deepest part of the Hong Kong and Black Building, and there were often major incidents.

When he reached the door, he subconsciously glanced at the other end of the corridor.

'That bastard Dazai...isn't he here? '

If you don't compare it with Osamu Dazai, Zhongyuan Zhong can be regarded as the second-class smart person. It is true that he and Osamu Dazai are extremely different, but the superposition of their supernatural abilities has the effect of 1+1 greater than 10 , Mori Ogai will not let go of the ready-made strategic combination, and always let them be partners when going out on missions.

After working together for a year, the two have doubled their dislike for each other, but they have also developed a tacit understanding that is better than nothing.

'So this mission is related to Dazai? '

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his right hand and pressed his hat. This was a purely subconscious action, as he would always do when he was upset.

Pushing open the door of the chief's office, he took off his hat and said, "Boss."

"Ah, it's Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai said, "Don't be too polite, remember to close the door."

Although he is the boss of the organization, his voice has nothing to do with calmness, especially when talking to Alice sauce, he feels like a wet uncle, as if there is an unmelted hard fruit candy in his throat.

Alice said, "Chuya, Chuya, look up and see who's coming."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt it when he entered the door. There were three breaths in the office. He thought the last person was the collaborator of his task, but in the end...

Nakahara Chuya's pupil quakes: "You are!"

Compared with the man in front of him, he can be called a boy at best, and Zhong Yuanzhong is only 16 years old now, while the man opposite him already has the style of the first half of the 20s. He is not very tall, but his momentum has risen geometrically. The lean body is wrapped in a heavy suit fabric, with a coat draped over the shoulders, which is a typical old-school Mafia like Marlon Brando.

'He's a good match for the Mercedes-Benz S. 'He had a cold humor in his heart.

The Mercedes-Benz S is a must-have car for old Japanese gangsters. Even Mori Ogai and Momiji will take this car when traveling. Without a Mercedes-Benz S, it seems that there is no line. I heard that the Yamaguchi-gumi sixth generation in Tokyo also travels in Mercedes-Benz. .

He then overturned his own thoughts: "No, forget it, if it were me, I would still buy a cooler sports car..."

Mori Ogai smoothed things over and said: "This is Chuya-kun in parallel time. As you can see, he traveled to our world for some reason. Of course, he will go back."

[Nakahara Chuya] The way he looks at himself is not picky, he doesn't have the sarcasm like Osamu Dazai, even if he sees himself in the past, he won't be ashamed to curl up his toes.

Mori Ogai: "This Chuya-kun hopes to find his partner with the help of Hong Kong black forces. He said that he was involved in unknown forces and brought them to this world together. Unfortunately, that partner-kun is not someone who will take the initiative. Those who return to Hong Kong and seek help will even hide from our eyeliner intentionally or unintentionally."

"Therefore, I can only ask Chuya-kun to help you find it together."

Hearing these words, even in front of the leader, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't hold back the depression in his heart.

"Partner, could it be that bastard Dazai?"

"Go to hell" was written all over his face.

Mori Ogai's expression was a bit subtle.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with saying it's Dazai-kun, but he's a bit different from our Dazai-kun here..."

【Nakahara Chuya】Finally said the first words when I saw my younger self.

"It's completely different."

"My Dazai here is a coward."

"He lives to atone."

……

Oda Sakunosuke thought: There is something wrong with the way I opened the door.

I have to introduce that he is just an ordinary clerk at the bottom of the port mafia, not even the cannon fodder who participated in the merger.

But all cannon fodder is intended to shoot and wound people, and he didn't know whether he was decapitated or by magic. From the day he joined the mafia, he said to his boss: "I don't kill people."

The squad leader asked: "Then you join the mafia?"

He continued: "I don't have a degree, I don't have a formal identity, and I don't have enough money left to create a fake identity. I don't know how to do anything other than fighting and dismantling bombs. Labor is sold by laborers, and the port mafia pays more."

Hearing what he said, the team leader was speechless. He knew how to fight and defuse bombs, and his level was first-class. This man was not a military police officer before, but at least he was a mercenary killer. In the eyes of the team leader, Oda Sakunosuke was like a ptsd who had retired from the battlefield. Patient, from a certain day cannot kill, cannot work.

This makes him seem like a waste of food.

He discussed with the recruiting HR again, and finally said: "Then you can stay and do some chores."

This kind of chores are very diverse. Serving as bodyguards and knives for officials is also chores. Disposing of bombs is also chores.

There are too many bars under the Hong Kong and Heilongjiang line, the big ones are like nightclubs, with many waitresses, and the small ones are only a widow proprietress who still has a charm, pushing open the half-old doors and listening to the jingle of Iwate wind chimes With a crisp sound, you can see the open wine cabinet and the drunks gathered in twos and threes.

No one knew the age of the female general, so Odasaku called her Ryoko along with other diners.

But in the evening, there was a drunken man lying on his stomach in front of the bar.

Odasaku stared at the back of his head for a while, feeling that his shaggy hair looked familiar.

'It should be an illusion. Anyway, most young people have soft and fluffy cowherd heads. '

Ryoko nodded and said in a low voice, "You're here."

As he spoke, he pushed a glass of distilled wine.

Her tavern is independent, and the people who come and go are also frustrated office workers in Yokohama, as well as college students who have no money to go to nightclubs, otherwise it would not be Oda Sakunosuke's turn to collect protection money.

Most of the shops in the port have organizations behind them, otherwise they wouldn't be here for long.

Odasaku is the most talkative mafia Yoshiko has ever experienced. The former has a flat temperament that can be friends with anyone. After getting acquainted, she often entertains Odasaku and chats a little homely.

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"What, you want to be a novelist?"

"……Yes."

"Since you are a novelist, you must have material. I haven't read a book for a few days, but I know that literature comes from life. Or do you want to write stories about gangsters?"

"If possible, I would like to write about ordinary people." Oda Saku said, "Depict the life of normal people."

"In that case, you'll have to listen to gossip more." The old God Liangzi said, "I'm getting old, I understand, you can come here often, I don't charge you for teaching, but here I become a There are too many low-class ordinary people, and before they get drunk, they all have their own stories."

Odasaku said honestly: "Then I will trouble you."

Today the proprietress said, "Slow down your voice."

Odasaku: "?"

"This kid just fell asleep not long ago." Liangzi stretched out his fingers and fell on the back of the young man's head in front of the bar, his words were filled with obvious pity, "It's so pitiful, you are so young, but you can only rely on drunkenness when you get here." You can only fall asleep when you die."

"I told him not to use sleeping pills, and he just drank cup after cup, and his nose was stained a little red after he got drunk. Even I have to sigh, it's really pitiful."

Oda Saku asked, "Is this your new customer?"

"Yes, he looks like a student, but he says he is a down-and-out painter." Liangzi lit a cigarette, "Well, there are not many students in this world, so they must have come out of some private school."

"Women are fascinated by women no matter their face or temperament. Last night I helped Junko, who was in Chixia's house, draw a portrait, and I stumbled to my place this morning."

Odasaku: Tomoshitaya, is it a nearby brothel?

His thoughts were like a ball of cotton that was getting thinner and thinner after washing, and was about to spread out, but he saw the young man who had painted portraits of prostitutes turn around uncomfortably and changed his posture.

This time, his face was completely exposed to Odasaku's eyes.

Oda:? ? ?

Oda Saku: The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone jpg.

'When did Dazai learn to draw? '

'When did Dazai become lovable? '

'When did Dazai spend the night in the arms of a prostitute? '

Just, it's very fantasy.

……

In the Hong Kong and Black Building, the older [Nakahara Chuya] and the 16-year-old left the chief's office.

Zhongyuan Zhong also smashed his mouth, and asked angrily, "So, where are we going to find that mackerel?"

"Pubs, brothels, women's apartments." [Nakahara Chuya] uttered the above three words like a good reader.

"..."

"what?!"

In the distance, Osamu Dazai, who had just ended a new war: Ah Choo——