retired from port today

In addition to regretting the stupid behavior just now, I also came up with another idea.

Osamu Dazai is really idle.

He could watch us run on the same street several times, and he wouldn't tell us both.

What a bad taste this is.

Thinking this way in disgust, I bought two more macarons.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be here to catch me who skipped work. After seeing me, he only asked me to go back with him, but didn't say anything else.

I looked at the man who was walking a little faster in front of me, and said in confusion: "Dazai-kun, is there any mission? Call me out suddenly."

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do? He also wants to go shopping with you and eat desserts."

When I thought of me and Luanbu, the corners of my mouth twitched, "You call that shopping?"

Dazai rested his chin and thought for a while: "Well, what about it? What should I call it?"

I thought about it for a long time, until the figure in front of me stopped, I didn't notice, and bumped into the other person's back.

"It's probably called walking the street...it hurts!"

I raised my head angrily and looked at his stiff figure, "Why did you stop suddenly? My nose hurts so much from being hit, let me see if it's crooked."

"Shh."

Dazai signaled me to shut up, his fingers were standing in front of his mouth, his eyes blinked back and forth, as if there was some ulterior picture in front of him.

I followed his gaze and saw Mori Ogai standing in a store, picking out clothes.

But this store looks like a women's clothing store, and there are many beautiful little skirts in it.

In the store, Mori Ogai is out of tune with this store in terms of temperament and dress.

Osamu Dazai looked like he wanted to poke his eyes.

I understood where the leader's skirt came from.

I didn't expect you to do this kind of thing yourself. As a hentai, I lost.

Reason tells me that it is better to go quickly, but my sensibility tells me to pick up the camera.

"Crack."

The sound of taking pictures came from the mobile phone clearly, and Mori Ogai in the room subconsciously looked this way.

In the next second, he caught Osamu Dazai holding his forehead and me holding up my mobile phone.

#急，I was found by the leader that I was secretly filming him, how could he not be silenced#

He looked at the two of us, and the three of us were silent for nearly a minute.

Mori Ogai finally found the corners of his mouth again. He pretended nothing happened and walked out of the store with a bag in his hand, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence. It's quite far from here. The two of you How did you get here?"

The implication is that he suspects that we will follow him again?

Osamu Dazai pointed to the bag in my hand and explained, "I'm here to buy dessert, would you like a piece?"

I watched the two warily.

Mori Ogai looked at me and then at Osamu Dazai, and asked suspiciously, "Are you two?"

"That's really disturbing."

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I handed him the item in my hand, "Leader, you'd better have a piece."

Stop talking after that mouth is shut.

Maybe it was because I was too resolute in my denial, Mori Ogai looked a bit regretful, "I see, that's really a pity."

It's just that this regrettable mood lasted only for a moment, and he showed that kind of wretched smile that I was familiar with, "In this case, Chiba-chan, do you want to try this?"

I subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, Mori Ogai took out a yellow skirt from his bag in the next second.

Some people on the street cast curious eyes here, and showed a "I understand the eyes"; some people talked with friends, and looked here from time to time.

Although my skin has been thickened, but at this moment, for the safety of myself and passers-by, I hugged the little skirt into my arms.

"Boss, please pay attention to the image of Mafia at the port."

There was a sigh, and I turned my head to look.

I saw Osamu Dazai clutching his forehead, looking helpless.And Mori Ogai next to him had a triumphant smile on his face.

"Ah." I opened my mouth, feeling as if I had fallen into a trap.

"Sasa, Chiba-chan, don't resist." Mori Ogai said, pushing me to the locker room.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be too busy, so he didn't leave after coming back with us, but stayed outside, looking interested in me wearing a small skirt.

After asking for help to no avail, I went into the locker room with nothing to love.

"What, how is it?" I tugged at the corner of my skirt, feeling a little uncomfortable standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In my more than ten years of life, apart from school uniforms, the number of times I wore skirts can be counted on the fingers.

"Ah, isn't this cute?" Mori Ogai admired from the side, his eyes sparkled: "Chiba-chan should usually wear skirts, it's really cute in skirts."

"Really?" I looked at myself, although the self in the mirror was very strange, but unexpectedly, I didn't hate this kind of self very much, "But forget it if you usually wear skirts."

Mori Ogai:?

In order not to let him misunderstand that I don't like skirts, I looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I have to wear something on my body to assassinate Mr. Dazai. Such a dress is a bit inconvenient."

The corner of the leader's mouth twitched, he turned to Dazai and said, "You also think Chiba-chan is cute now, Dazai.

I also turned my head to look.

Dazai's eyes were a little preoccupied, until Mori Ogai walked in front of him and shook his hand in front of him, he looked like he had just woken up, licked his lower lip and said: "Ah? You mean Chiba-chan Ah, it's pretty cute."

The leader pondered for a moment, "It's a bit suspicious, Dazai."

Dazai raised his head and looked back, "It's an illusion, but to be honest, Chiba-chan is really pretty."

I clapped my left hand, "I know!"

Both of them looked over in surprise.

I looked at Mori Ogai, "Boss, I finally understand how you feel."

The other party's expression changed a few times, and he looked at me with complicated eyes, "Chiba-chan, do you really understand?"

"Yeah." I nodded excitedly, "Leader, forgive me for going out first."

After finishing speaking, I walked out under his inexplicable eyes.

a few days later.

"Alice! Try this dress today!" I held the blue skirt beside Alice, "It's really pretty! I tried it on yesterday!"

Alice looked at me with complicated eyes, "You, why did you become like Rintaro!"

The corner of Mori Ogai's mouth twitched, because he was squeezed out of the position, he could only stand alone, watching our movements, "Chiba-chan, Alice-chan?"

Dazai Osamu was originally here to report on work, so he walked towards Mori Ogai, with a gloating tone in his tone, "It's amazing! Two little skirts, double the happiness, right?"

After finally persuading Alice to change into a skirt, while waiting, I looked at the two people side by side and sneered.

This is called taking the path of metamorphosis, so that metamorphosis has nowhere to go.

Ever since I had this fun, I seem to have opened the door to the dress-up game. Every time I see a dress, I subconsciously start to imagine what Alice would look like in it.

Since then, there has been another idiot of Alice in the port Mafia.

And under my background, everyone lamented that the leader is much more normal.

Mori Ogai has many complaints about this.

Probably it is impossible to love Alice less than you!

I don't care about that, don't forget I was the one who persuaded Alice to change her clothes!

Thinking about it this way, I always feel abdominal pain after exercising too much these days.

This made me wonder if it was my aunt once a month. However, after a few days, there was no other abnormality in my body except abdominal pain.

Only then did I realize that it was not my aunt.

Looking through the records of taking medicine last month, I discovered the cause of my abdominal pain.

It's time to go back to the Black Organization.

After I reported to Sister Bei in advance, I asked Mori Ogai for leave on the grounds that I had already bought a dress.

As for the other party's reaction, I can only see it after I go back.

Yes, I skipped work.

After leaving Yokohama, I came to Tokyo by train.

I walked all night.

After learning the location of Gin, I went to the bar and dressed up as a sexy big sister. I wanted to tease Gin, but at that time it was a blonde beauty who sang on the stage.

So, the screen becomes:

"Wow! That's a great song, let's do another song." A black-haired beauty was sitting under the stage, her bold voice was in direct proportion to her figure, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Sister, you are so beautiful! I like you so much!"

The beauty on the stage blushed, and she said shyly, "Thank you, lady, for your liking. Next, I will sing a song for you..."

In a corner under the stage, Gin, who was holding the cup empty, suddenly clenched his hands tightly, his face a little displeased.

The vodka next to him was unknown, so he looked at him suspiciously: "Brother?"

"Tsk." Qin Jiu didn't answer, but stood up from the table and walked towards the place where the female voice came from.

The lights under the stage were a bit dim, so the intoxicated people didn't notice this move of Gin.

I was indulging in the beauty's singing, and suddenly felt a cold air coming towards me.

I turned my head subconsciously, and saw a black wooden barn mouth pointing at my forehead. Before I could react, I heard the voice of the owner of the wooden barn.

"Tell me the reason why you came here, or I will destroy you with a wooden warehouse."

I blinked, and still caught a glimpse of the silver hair of the other party in the dim light, "Ah, it's gin, long time no see! Why are you alone, where's the vodka?"

"Tch." The other party said so, but put away the wooden warehouse. At this moment, the lights came on, and I saw vodka walking towards here.

The silver-haired man took out a cigarette from his clothes, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Come back to take medicine?"

I nodded, and snatched the cigarette from his mouth before he took out the lighter from his pocket, "How many times have you told me that smoking is prohibited in front of me! Confiscate it."

Gin didn't say anything, and even his expression didn't change, which reminded me of the boy who used to get angry when he was smoked.

Vodka looked at Gin's expression, but didn't speak.

Seeing that the beauty had stepped off the stage, my eyes lit up, and I took out a rose from my pocket to meet her.

After seeing the person walk away, Vodka said cautiously: "Brother, the lighter is still in my pocket, do you still use it?"

Gin made a smile and refused, "I didn't plan to use it."