Bungo Stray Dog is now a boyfriend

... The god of my subordinates, I, is the ridiculous creator who created the gods in their minds, hehehe..." The man suddenly laughed, "So stupid, everyone in the world, so stupid. "

"Goodbye, loser."

Nakaya shot the man in the back of the head, and the man fell to the ground like a torn sack.

The incident of the CO religious organization met Dazai's prophecy, and quite a few people died.

Mr. Arai, the leader of the Haifeng Gang, the ghost-faced man, the leader of the Dahe Gang, and Mr. Watanabe, the leader of the Watanabe Club, were executed by the port mafia and died for seven days. Those who were close to the three gang leaders were all spared. No. 3 convenience store, boiling point bar, Arai Hospital is all owned by the Port Mafia.

The ecological system of Yokohama's underground society will not be out of balance because of the disappearance of several gangs. Thinking that the forces to replace them have long been eyeing, and another group of people will take over the leftovers of the port mafia.

D, a cadre of the port mafia, was executed for betraying the organization, and all the information about him was burned. There has never been a person like him in the world.

Office of the chief of the Port Mafia headquarters building.

"Dazai-kun, do you want to be a cadre?" Mori Ogai asked with a smile while sitting at his desk.

"The leader wants to promote me right after he killed D. It's a great honor." Dazai sat facelessly opposite the leader. There were only him and Mr. Mori here, "It's just...Mr. Mori won't be here now. Just let me take over."

"Of course, I'm just telling you that I have intentions in this regard, Dazai, you will be the port mafia... the sharpest knife."

Dazai stood up from his seat as if he had heard some terrible news.

"The sharpest knife must be Zhongye."

"Both of you are the strongest trump cards of the organization. Don't let me down. Seeing that you have such a high opinion of Zhongzhong, maybe the people around you have misunderstood the relationship between the two of you." Mori Ogai changed the subject, "One Years ago, during the dragon head war, he was also opened up to filth, you said he never left after sending him home, right?"

"Of course I didn't leave. Eating and drinking at Nakaya's house made him so angry that I was very happy to see him." Dazai said without changing his expression.

"It's really bad, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai stared at Dazai for a long time, but for a moment he didn't know what Dazai was thinking.

When he called Dazai at night a year ago, Dazai’s voice was quite ambiguous. He was at Chuya’s house at the time, but what was going on with Dazai’s indifferent appearance? The shell is really getting thicker.

Forget it, as long as you don't betray the Port Mafia.

"If it's okay, I'll go first to attend the funeral of a... friend." Dazai turned around and prepared to leave the office.

"Mr. Murakami, right? He made a great sacrifice for the organization. I have read all your reports. His family will not be alone."

"Thank you, boss." Dazai closed the office door and prepared to go to the funeral that he didn't really want to go to.

At the funeral of Mr. Murakami, there were only a few people. For the funeral of the lower-level members of the port mafia, there will not be too many people mourning. Moreover, Mr. Chuan is a family man. If too many members of the port mafia go Add unnecessary trouble to his family.

When Xiaohe heard the news, he didn't quite believe it. After all, his father, who told him with a smile that he was on a business trip and brought him special products, actually delivered the box containing the ashes to his home a few days later. It's like a dream, and it's a nightmare that I desperately want to wake up from.

There are still a lot of things left to say. In fact, she didn't care whether her father was a member of the port mafia. His father is very skilled and knows a lot... There are still many things to do, and the agreed to be admitted to the University of Tokyo After the onsen celebration trip, she shopped all over Yokohama shopping malls and finally bought the right yukata, as well as father's and mother's...

That's too late……

Zhong also talked with Xiaohe's mother in a low voice. The amount of consolation money from the port mafia is quite considerable, which is enough for their mother and daughter to live comfortably in the next life. After all, Murakami made sacrifices for the organization.

Xiao He's sobbing was also noticed by Zhong Ye.

"Xiaohe, everything will pass..." Zhongye walked to Xiaohe's side and comforted him softly, "You have always been the pride of your father."

Nakahara Chuya, a high-level member of the port mafia, the man she had always dreamed of seeing, she never expected to see him again at her father's funeral.Chuya, he... is still so gentle.

Tenderness wants to be hugged, and Xiaohe does exactly that.

"Zhongye, can I call you Zhongye?" In Zhongye's arms, Xiaohe said cautiously.

It smells great.

"Yes, actually many people call it that way," Zhong Ye patted Xiaohe's back reassuringly, "You will definitely find your happiness."

"Chuya, I..."

I like you, but I can't say it out loud. If she said this at her father's funeral, if it wasn't for her father, she might not be able to see Zhongye, let alone be held in Zhongye's arms.

Guilt, her father's funeral, and still thinking about that unattainable dream, but she really didn't want to leave this embrace.

Dazai's figure appeared at Murakami's funeral.

Zhong also found the dark figure, and after Xiaohe settled down, he pulled Dazai out of the funeral.

"Death green mackerel, you should find the right one to use people. You need as many outlaws as you want to organize. Why do you have to find Mr. Murakami?"

Zhong also knows that Dazai has always been able to use human life as a pawn and a bargaining chip, but it cannot be justified whether it is for the overall interests of the port mafia or the feelings of his subordinates to push people with family members who have hope into the abyss of death.

"Chuya, the person I'm looking for is not suitable, and Murakami himself agreed." Dazai didn't look at the angry Chuya, the blue sky, the white roof, Dazai's eyes were between the two hovering.

"How is it possible? Will someone like Murakami take this kind of suicidal task?" This year, he was still smiling and handing out candy at the door of the bookstore during the Chinese New Year. How could it suddenly...

"Didn't Ms. Murakami tell you just now? Mr. Murakami is suffering from cancer, and he doesn't have much life left. Instead of wasting medical expenses on a useless person like him, it's better for him to sacrifice his life for the organization one more time. In this way, there will be another day." A considerable amount of consolation money to guarantee the future life of his wife and daughter."

It was noon, and the summer sun was a bit dazzling, Dazai stretched out his hand to cover the sun, the light slipped from between Dazai's fingers to the tip of his eyebrows, the bandage on his wrist was obviously not wrapped properly, and a large part was hanging down.

"I'm sorry." Chuya's tone softened, because his attitude when talking to Dazai was too strong just now.

"I just make the best use of it." Dazai rewrapped the bandage on his wrist.

When Murakami talked to Dazai about this matter, he also confirmed again and again that Murakami's condition developed too fast, and Xiaohe was still kept in the dark. His savings were wasted on him.

"That's the only thing I can do for them."

"As you wish, I am afraid that your death will not be too easy."

"I know."

When Murakami's body was found, he had been tortured so badly that members of the Port Mafia had no choice but to take his ashes back to his home.

His wife seemed to know everything and of course took over the urn, and the funeral was held as scheduled.

Outside Mr. Murakami's house, Dazai and Nakaya were wandering aimlessly.

"Let me tell you, there is no wound, but it's still hot in summer, isn't it too hot?"

Having said that, Chuya lowered his head and helped Dazai tie the bandage, not knowing what this freak was thinking.

"As a dead soldier, Mr. Murakami will hide poison on his body. Medicine?" It is not so easy to fall into the hands of the enemy, and it would be better for him to get rid of it early if necessary.

Chuya suddenly felt that the hat on his head was taken off, and then he was hugged by Dazai from behind.

"Of course, no one will guess the method of hiding drugs I taught him."

Dazai rubbed his chin against Chuuya's hair, his curse was fulfilled to a certain extent, Chuya's height really didn't grow much.

Facing the object named Osamu Dazai that suddenly stuck to his back, Chuya chose to throw him over the shoulder without hesitation.

"Don't come so close to me on such a hot day!" Nakaya left behind without looking back. Dazai's intimate behavior from time to time made him want to cross the road he shouldn't have crossed more and more. that boundary.

Danger.

What a joke, he and Dazai are nothing but partners.

Nor should it be.

The author has something to say: Alright, the article on religious organizations has come to an end. Dazai’s interrogation process this time is quite simple and rough, but it’s only useful.

I gave a bento box to Mr. Murakami who makes soy sauce from time to time. I don’t know if it’s a small kidney knife...

Dazai saw the matter of Xiaohe hugging Zhongya, and asked Dazai's psychological shadow area?

What Dazai did to the Central Committee during the Longtou War... The leader is suspicious, but the leader, the overall situation is the most important thing.

Chuya: Dazai and I are partners, partners, partners... (brainwashing)

Hehe, next I will update my daily routine again. It feels like I haven’t seen it for a long time. I don’t know how the little angels feel about my daily routine after this chapter. Don’t be shy, tell uncle~ (wretched face)

Chapter: ☆, Chapter 55

In August, during the summer festival season, Yokohama at this time is a bit more lively than before. The modern commercial street girls are wearing beautiful yukata and talking and laughing at the store entrance. Some men have also changed their usual old-fashioned A three-piece suit, wandering in izakayas and video game stores.

In a certain club, Chuya finished talking about business with the partner organization and was about to go back. This year’s summer festival is much more lively than previous years. Maybe I can have a romantic encounter with a certain girl during this time period, just right. Forget for a moment the ill effects of a certain dead mackerel.

Suddenly, two drooping legs appeared in Chuya's line of sight, wobbling in circles in front of his eyes.

This bastard!

Chuya threw a dagger over his head, and Dazai fell in front of Chuya like a ripe papaya.

"Wow, that's rude, Chuya, you interrupted my date."

Dazai got up from the ground while clutching his head and said.

"If you want to die, stay away, don't pollute people's eyes in this kind of place!"

This guy is definitely targeting him, it's rare that today's mission ends early, and this green mackerel is here to spoil his good mood.

"Why, after falling in love with this tree, do you still want to have a life-and-death relationship with this hanging rope? Well, it is indeed an inseparable love."

Chuya threw the rope hanging from the tree branch into the trash can by the side of the road. If he had a blue life-and-death relationship with this thing...he needs to get to know Dazai again.

Dazai patted the dusty clothes that had just fallen on the ground, "It's a date with death, slug, you're bothering me."

"It turns out that your true love is the God of Death! Sorry to interrupt, please continue." Zhong was not going to take care of this partner who was nervous at any time. It was a rare half-day vacation, and it would not be worth the loss if this guy ruined it.

"Actually, I was rejected when I expressed my love to a girl just now. Not only did I refuse, but the way I looked at me changed. I was so disappointed that I had no choice but to seek comfort from the god of death."

Dazai's voice behind him sounded quite disappointed. Isn't this guy a master at flirting with girls all the time? It's rare to see him miss.

"By the way, what did you say to the other girl?" Zhong also couldn't help asking curiously.

"Miss, you are more beautiful than the spotless sky in summer. Your beauty makes all the roses in Yokohama eclipsed." Dazai took Chuya's hand and put it on his chest, and Chuya immediately slapped him away with the next sentence his paws.

"Can you strangle me with your beautiful bathrobe belt?"

"I don't have a beautiful belt here, but I don't mind strangling you to death with my own hands." Chuya reached out and grabbed Dazai's neck and clamped him to the cherry tree trunk. Is this guy out of his mind?

"Strangled to death by a little dwarf," Dazai lowered his eyebrows and thought seriously, "What will happen?"

Seeing Dazai's appearance, Chu couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand.

"I will take a photo of your stupid appearance of suffocating to death, and send the photo to all members of the port mafia, each will get a copy, and I will come to your grave to drink and eat crabs every year on this day. "

"What a vicious slug, then I don't want to be strangled to death by you." Dazai broke Chuya's wrist, Chuya was really merciless just now, I'm afraid the neck under the bandage will be bruised.

Cut, waste time with this green mackerel, he will go to Sankei Garden in the afternoon, and go to the Yokohama pier to watch the fireworks in the evening, maybe we can meet again...

Seeing the pitiful Dazai's Dazai, Chuya suddenly had a feeling of guilty conscience, no, he can't hang out with this guy all day long!

"Chuya, are you going to go home or go to another place for vacation?" Dazai said, as if nothing happened just now, and Chuya started the routine, "I, I was just going to go to Sankei Garden, and I will go to the foot of the mountain at night. Watching the fireworks at the lighthouse in the park, is Zhong also interested in going together?"

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, is Dazai a roundworm in his stomach, is it necessary to bring such a troublesome bandage on such a beautiful summer festival trip, this dead mackerel!

"Let's go, if you dare to cause trouble for me, I will beat you to death."

Nakaya resigned to his fate and brought Dazai to his own motorcycle, and it was extra fuel-intensive to bring Dazai, after all, he couldn't use his supernatural powers, so it was troublesome.

Chuu also drove Dazai through the streets of Yokohama, the scenery on the street was indeed pleasing to the eye, especially the girls in various yukatas, Zhong also couldn't help but take a few more glances.Well, very beautiful, it seems that my sexual orientation is quite normal.

Dazai's discordant voice came from behind.

"Hey, Chuya, do you want to ride a motorcycle every time you go out? After all, you are a quasi-manager of the port mafia, and you don't even have the money to buy a car?" Dazai actually doesn't hate the feeling of riding a motorcycle, but Chuya just watched it. The look at the side of the road made him uncomfortable, so it's better to divert the little man's attention.

"I don't understand life, a motorcycle is a man's romance," Zhongya said as he accelerated the speed of the motorcycle, the wind whistling beside his ear, blowing his hair and the hem of his clothes, he liked this unruly feeling.

Dazai's hands wrapped around Chuya's waist at some point, and the entire front chest and side face were stuck to Chuya's back.

"Hey, take your hands away, are you a woman?" Zhong also twisted his waist in dissatisfaction, should Dazai's movements be so... ambiguous?

Strange, obviously he didn't care about these things before.

Wine, that damned bottle of red wine, bastard, my head must have been flooded, so I drank it.

"A woman's words should be felt on Chuya's back. By the way, Chuya is still a virgin. I'm afraid you haven't had any other women in the back seat of your motorcycle?"

Zhong also felt the corner of his mouth twitching, is it too late for him to throw this guy off the car now?

"Who's private life is as chaotic as yours, be careful!"

Dazai's female fate, he will not envy these boring things, let alone be jealous!

Jealousy, the Arabian Nights!

"Dead Green Mackerel, we're here, come down!" Zhong also looked at the arms still around his waist speechlessly, and let Dazai take him on a scooter next time when he goes out with Dazai.

"Nakaya's driving skills are good, it feels like he fell asleep." Dazai stretched his waist and said.

Today's Sankei Garden is indeed much more lively than before. Girls in colorful bathrobes are walking on the path surrounded by greenery, forming a beautiful scenery.

Dazai changed his usual behavior and didn't hook up with those beautiful girls, nor did he find a crooked neck tree to hang himself, and he didn't