Oba Hazo's Time Traveling

"I'm going on a short business trip." That's what [Chuya] told me that day. He rolled up his sleeves and put the dishes after dinner into the dishwasher while telling me.

"About two or three days, in Shizuoka."

The port mafia's sphere of influence spreads all over Japan and even overseas. Shizuoka is located between Tokyo and Osaka and is their second largest base.

"Shizuoka." Ye Zang thought thoughtfully, "So that's it, is it someone from the Takase Society who took revenge for the red brick warehouse incident, but if you two go together, they should have arranged for more than two-thirds of the organization The manpower went to Shizuoka."

"The remaining one-third of the people are probably looking for opportunities for surprise attacks in Yokohama."

"That's what I said too." [Chuya] stood in front of the kitchen counter, "But the leader said..."

"[Chuya-kun]." At that time, Mori Ogai was wearing a white coat. He did not sit in the office of the port mafia, but purchased Alice's skirt on the street.

The humanoid supernatural ability followed behind him, staring at [Nakahara Chuya], with a smile that a little girl of this age never had.

"Just like I told you that I want a well-behaved and docile Dazai-kun, our world is very different from yours."

"..."

"You haven't seen Dazai-kun's methods, have you?"

"No." [Nakahara Chuya] said honestly.

"It is true that your supernatural ability has already stood at the top of violence, and it is easy to cause heavy damage to the enemy, but for those lost dogs, [Chuya-kun] your supernormal ability is still not as good as Dazai-kun's tyrannical methods."

"As long as he is still in Yokohama, the moths of the Takase Society will not dare to attack the warehouse of the Mafia anyway. It is better to say that even if they want to do something, they will be easily disintegrated and killed as an example."

【Central Plains Chuya】Pressed his hat.

'That kid is not a good person, of course you can guess, not to mention anything else, just look at his eyes, and the way he opened and closed when he hugged Ye Zang. '

'As if to say, Aye is mine. '

"The brutal method... To be honest, as long as you think that he and Aye have the same skin, you can't imagine this. After all, Aye can only work through the computer screen, and it is very reluctant for him to come to the scene in person. Needless to say, he used the unspoken, dark methods of the Mafia. '

Mori Ogai said meaningfully: "Sure enough, you lack a deep understanding of our Dazai-kun."

"That's good." He said, "How about you working together once, [Chuya-kun]?"

Mori Ogai moved very quickly, that afternoon, before [Chuya Nakahara] went home, he met Osamu Dazai.

The other party looked at him with indescribable disgust: "Ah, it's a dark dwarf."

[Chuya Zhongyuan] a cross popped out on his forehead.

'This brat deserves a beating too much! '

He said with great interest: "Sure enough, no one in any other world can escape the curse of not being able to grow taller. Ah Ye is already much taller than you, right?"

"Speaking of which, when will you return Aye to me? You heard that day, he is willing to be with me."

[Central Plains Chuya] Very upset: "I will return it to you, he is a person, not your personal property."

"Personal belongings?" Dazai asked with a half-smile, "Ask him, is this body of his, everything about him, mine?"

He spoke very softly, and the sentence with an ambiguous tone almost floated into the ear canal of [Nakahara Chuya], making it difficult for him to suppress the restlessness and boredom in his bone marrow.

'This guy……'

"Forget it." Dazai said suddenly again, "Let's start working."

"Isn't that Mr. Mori's purpose? Let you see the difference between me and Ah Ye." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'll let you see."

"Aye, maybe he also has such potential."

'It was hell on earth. '

[Zhong Ye]'s movements involuntarily slowed down.

He suddenly thought of Dazai Osamu's methods, whether it was his torture method or his weird way of manipulating people's hearts.

[Nakahara Chuya] I don't like to play with the enemy. To him, victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. It is meaningless to bully the loser, and Dazai's method...is it bullying?It doesn't seem to be the case, he just saw through all the methods of the enemy, leaving them with a glimmer of time, but at the end he ruthlessly shattered hope.

To put it simply, it's a devilish method, and he doesn't have the slightest dislike for death and bloodshed scenes, it's better to say that he pursues those.

As far as [Chuya Nakahara] saw it, his smile when he shot the gun could be called sick.

"Mr. Zhongyuan?" Ye Zang's doubtful voice came from behind.

He immediately came back to his senses and said, "What's the matter, Ah Ye?"

"I made several plans." He knelt down by the low table, "The sphere of influence of the Takase Society is different from that in our world. I asked the intelligence department for information."

"Because of you and another Mr. Zhongyuan, our strength has been greatly enhanced. We can play a strong deterrent role in a short period of time without spending any troops, and even wipe out all the enemies."

"In this case, the remaining one-third of the Port Mafia will not be successful, and there are..." He paused, "There is Mr. Dazai."

He tapped a few times on the keyboard of the laptop, and uploaded the perspective view of the warehouse, the layout of surrounding sniper points and other information into [Central Plains Zhongye]'s personal terminal. "

"This is basically the case. If there are temporary changes in the strength of local troops or people with special abilities, you can tell me again. I will keep my mobile phone open 24 hours a day."

'It was at this time that Ah Ye showed a bit of a mafia look. '

'Deterrence, annihilation, when the real person can't see the plan, all the frailty in him receded, leaving only cold reason. '

【Chuya Nakahara】Suddenly remembered Dazai's joking words:

"Aye, maybe he also has such potential."

"Thank you for your hard work." He walked over and rubbed Ye Zang's head a few times with his broad palms.

"Mr. Zhongyuan."

He protested quietly.

[Zhong Ye] suddenly asked: "Shizuoka's specialty, is there anything you want?"

Ye Zang's body froze for a moment.

"I heard that the hot spring steamed buns in Izu, Eastern Province, are very good." [Chuya] continued, "When you went back to recuperate, you said that the hot spring steamed buns there were delicious, right? Would you like me to bring some back?"

'If I say no, Mr. Nakahara will be very disappointed. '

"That's really great." A smile bloomed on his face, "The hot spring buns there are very delicious."

"When you bring it back, let's eat together."

……

'Before going out, Mr. Nakahara warned me. '

"It's fine to drink, but absolutely not to take sleeping pills."

He warned me with a small suitcase, which contained Mr. Nakahara's clothes, which I packed by myself last night. '

"I, I will try my best." Ye Zang said in a low voice.

"It's not as much as possible. Sleeping pills must not be taken." He said so, "If you can't promise me, I will let the leader supervise you."

Mr. Mori...?

"Okay." All I could say was, "At most, I'll just drink soju at most."

"That's right." Mr. Zhongyuan heaved a sigh of relief, and even the wrinkles between his brows were stretched. He patted my head as if rewarding me, and I could only lower my head.

"I'm leaving." He stood at the gap between the porch and the outside world, the sunlight from the sea came in like a ray of sky, and the sunlight hit his side face.

"I'm leaving," he said.

"Ah."

I said that sentence again: "I wish you prosperous martial arts."

Like the countless days I used to send him away.

……

Sayaka is off today.

In fact, she also rested yesterday, but yesterday was spent moving the whole day.

The law and order in Yokohama is really bad. The apartment she used to live in was newly designated as a firefight between the Takase Society and the port mafia. After all, she just came to Yokohama. I got a place to live.

'Thank you, Mr. Xiao Cang. ’ she thought silently, ‘He reminded me not to sign a long-term contract. '

Mr. Xiaocang is a senior who has worked in Yokohama for three years. When she was transferred, he taught her painstakingly that even if it was a bit more expensive, she should rent short-term. This experience condensed the blood and tears of the new residents of Yokohama.

For safety, she simply gritted her teeth and lived in a high-end apartment near the beach.

Of course, the salary is enough. Because of the poor security in Yokohama, even the rent of a high-end apartment is separated from that of Tokyo.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, she finished the moving matters thoroughly and went out to wander around looking for taverns.

The Japanese have a habit of having a drink after get off work, and she likes beer.

But in Yokohama, if you go out at night, you will always meet mafia people, and if you are lucky, you will encounter a gun battle. In desperation, she can only adjust the time and go to drink in the morning during the rotation.

Most of the local office workers have the same mentality as her. At 11:30, the tavern was crowded and full of people.

"—"

When she opened the door, she heard a familiar voice talking loudly.

"Painting, how should I put it, can be imitated in terms of technique, but not in terms of soul..."

"The point is to paint the heart, should I put it this way."

"Oh." There are men responding, and there are women, women dressed in prostitution, urban beauties who are as tired as Sayaka, and waitresses in taverns, sitting beside him.

He lit a cigarette (is this shop a non-smoking tavern?)

The curtains of the store were drawn, and the light was dim.

Disgust lingered around his eyes, and the light of the little orange on the cigarette butt flickered.

She quickly found a seat, and gestured cautiously to the boss, "Have a cup of No. 1."

When the boss served her wine, he noticed that Sayexiang was peeking at Aye. The boss was an old man, an experienced old man. He smiled and said, "Aye is very popular."

"Uh-huh."

Sayaka could only pander to it indiscriminately.

She suddenly discovered that people have thousands of faces. The fear and cowardice that settled in the corners of a man's eyes, no, still exist and have not faded away. is magnified.

—so much so that he looked astonishingly beautiful.

Unknowingly, Sayaka was fascinated.

until……

"Crack—" The door was pushed open again.

Ye Zang's high-spirited talk stopped.

"Ah." Oda Saku seemed a little surprised when he saw him.

He raised his hand and greeted so naturally and appropriately.

"meet again."