【Taizhong】Misplacement

PartB

B5

No one would think about making harassing calls to the youngest cadre of the mafia in history, and no one would refuse to speak for a full six or seven seconds after he answered the phone. Noisy and messy background sounds came from the receiver. You know what a small bar is when you hear it.

Combining the above two points, Dazai Osamu reacted after a few seconds of silence on the phone, frowned and moved the phone away from his ear, glanced at the screen, and then sighed softly.

Sure enough, it is Zhongye.

So he put the phone back to his ear, and when he knew who was on the other end of the phone, his voice suddenly contained a bit of an unscrupulous smile: "What, isn't this Zhongye? Call me to do it. ..."

"Click."

Guangjin Liulang watched Nakahara Chuya suddenly snapping his mobile phone onto the table and then quickly took a sip of wine, he was a little inexplicable: "Hey, don't you want to ask, what Chuya-kun wants to find out?"

The noisy background sound at the other end disappeared, and Osamu Dazai's unfinished voice suddenly stopped.After a few seconds, he silently glanced at the screen, and realized that it wasn't that he had misheard, but that the call had really hung up.

"..."

What are you doing? After you called, you were silent for more than ten seconds, and then hung up the phone without saying a word. Did you drink too much?

...But when I called after drinking too much, Chuya's habit should be to make a lot of complaints on the phone, and this is the first time I have seen him hang up the phone without saying a word.

Thinking of the "task" that he might be given in the past when he came back, Osamu Dazai frowned a little bit, although he didn't think that Zhong would fall into the hands of some small person casually—even if he only had—— ...Unscientific things like soul exchange have happened, what if...?

Gee.

Dazai pinched the bridge of his nose recklessly, and after a moment of silence, he still pressed two buttons and called back.

On the other side, Zhongyuan Zhong was still drinking, but Guangjin didn't stop him, but expressed a sigh that fit his age: "You are so young... I have had such a period of time before."

"You made a mistake, old man," Zhong Yuan Zhong also finished his glass of wine, and took another bottle from the table with a stinky expression, "I just hung up the phone because I didn't want to hear that guy's voice .Besides, you are still sober after drinking so much, the amount of alcohol is too terrible, right?"

He made himself look normal, but the old name for Hirotsu betrayed him.Guangjin Liulang thoughtfully did not expose him, but calmly stretched out his finger and pointed at the table.

"?" Nakahara Nakaya subconsciously looked down in the direction of Hirotsu's finger, and found that his mobile phone was "buzzing" vibrating on the table - the power display on the screen was a line that was so burnt that it could not be seen. Species of fish, the following is the number that matches this caller ID Remarks: Green Saber Noro.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Why did you call back! ! ! !

He picked up the phone without saying a word, and looked up at Guangjin—Guangjin Liulang picked up the wine glass to drink, and the timing of choosing to look away was just right.

I really don't want to pick it up, but if I don't pick it up, it seems like I'm afraid of the other party.So in the end Zhongyuan put the phone to his ear slowly: "...Hello? What's the matter, you bastard."

"What's the matter, should I ask Chuya?" Osamu Dazai, who was located in the mafia headquarters building at the port at the other end of the city, asked with a soft smile, "Didn't Chuya call me first? Also, your side is so messy , Where is this? Did you drink with Kajii Tachihara again?"

"Huh? Liyuan? Who is that?" Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up and walked out, avoiding the group of subordinates who drank and began to dance wildly. "Wait a minute, I'll change the place..."

He walked to a quieter corner outside. There was no one there, and he could just see the small stage where he sang. The woman who had been on good terms with Dazai for three or four days was standing in front of the microphone, her eyes were red, and she was about to Sing tonight's track.

Zhong Yuan also had no idea about the experience of the woman being abandoned, but he had the opportunity to mock Dazai once in a while, which should not be missed: "Scum."

Dazai's fingers that turned the pen paused slightly.

By the way, at this time ten years ago, both Liyuan and Yin were still young, and it was the time when they were receiving training at the bottom.Osamu Dazai silently remembered another point to pay attention to.But fortunately, Zhong also drank all kinds of meat and vegetables in a small bar somewhere, so he didn't notice this slip of the tongue. The sudden "scum" was more in line with what Zhong Ye would do when he was drunk— —Turning over old accounts indiscriminately, and scolding him regardless of time and place...etc.

Osamu Dazai continued to casually turn the pen between his fingers, pretending to sigh helplessly: "I'm a scum—but there's nothing I can do about it. Who told me I'm Chuya's partner?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the wall behind him, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, put a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely: "Huh? What does this have to do with you being my partner?"

"Because Chu is also a shepherd dog," Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "'Scumbag' and 'shepherd dog'—that sounds like a great combination, doesn't it?

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya threw the cigarette case on the ground angrily: "Osamu Dazai!!! I'll fuck you!"

"Haha~ I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Osamu Dazai smiled happily, "Okay, Chuya, that's enough for the joke... Why don't you tell me what you wanted to say when you made that silent phone call just now?" ?”

It’s okay not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the embarrassment just now, he rubbed the tip of his nose, and decided to bury the thought just now deep in his heart until it rotted in his stomach: "I want to Let me ask you, um...do you still remember the results of my physical examination last year?"

"Ah?" Dazai Osamu blinked, "Just ask this?"

Relying on the addition of alcohol, Zhong Yuanzhong forced himself to be confident: "Yeah, don't you claim to know my breathing habits like the back of your hand?

His original intention was only to deal with Dazai's questioning, and he thought of tomorrow's physical examination in a hurry, so he used this as a prevarication for a while; He was still in the wait-and-see period of figuring out the rules of what he could do in this era, so this question sounded to him like a clumsy temptation made with half-truth and half-false doubts.

It should be said that it is Chuya, whether it is 28 or [-], they all have the intuition of a beast... Ah, speaking of this, the "self" who has passed through his body now should also be captured by the Chuya over there. Also noticed something was wrong.Osamu Dazai took the phone and walked away for a while. After all, the middle man over there has grown into a big monster, and the one he is facing is still a "cub".

"Hello? Are you listening... bastard, where did my fire go?" Nakahara Nakaya, with a cigarette in his mouth, fumbled for a lighter on his body. Passers-by saw this scene and stretched out their thumbs With a push, there was a crisp sound of metal products, and then there was a cluster of flames.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked over subconsciously, and found that it was a little ghost head with dyed yellow hair and a large tattoo on his arm, but his appearance was passable, and it might be that he had some kind of strangeness to his orange hair by borrowing the fire. Resonance from all sides... Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded slightly at the other party, and leaned forward to light the cigarette he was holding: "Thank you."

The little ghost grinned at him, unexpectedly looking pleasing to the eye, and then left without saying anything.

Dazai's brief distraction over there ended, and he just finished dealing with the medical examination, and the physical examination reports of several people from previous years were spread out on the table, including his partner this year: "Of course, I am listening. Nakaya’s record last year... I remember the limit distance and time were 300 meters at 87 kg, 30 seconds at [-] meters, and an error of [-] meters.”

"Why?" He smiled lazily, "I asked me this suddenly, is Zhong also planning to break his own record in the physical examination tomorrow?"

"That's needless to say!" In the dark corner of the bar, the handsome young man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled flamboyantly and arrogantly. After taking a puff of cigarette, he took the tobacco from the corner of his lips and pinched it between his fingers, "Just keep your eyes open!" Just wait and see."

"On the premise that you drank alcohol and used an ability today?"

"Ahhh! Damn it! It won't affect my state tomorrow!!"

"Ah, really." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "Then, I'll just wait for tomorrow."

Putting the phone away, Osamu Dazai pondered for two seconds before slightly reducing the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and looked down into the room: Unlike the lively and tossing atmosphere on the other end of the phone just now, although there were two full rows of people standing in front of him, but All of them bowed their heads in a well-trained manner, kept silent, did not dare to breathe out, and the atmosphere of the whole room seemed to fall into an ice cellar.

"So," Osamu Dazai, whose inner soul is 28 years old, looked at his former subordinates and said softly, "With so many of you standing here, you have nothing to report except for performing a funny show for me, right? ?”

His voice was no different from when he was on the phone just now. It was deep and soft, and he listened carefully with a slight smile, as if he was still joking with Mr. Zhongyuan of the action team; but the content of the words made these The mafia members who usually held sharp knives in the organization shuddered collectively, and fine beads of sweat immediately climbed up the back of their necks.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Dazai." The leader said with difficulty, "We tried our best, but really...we couldn't complete what you asked, and we are willing to be punished."

"..."

However, to the surprise of these cold sweating subordinates, Mr. Dazai didn't have any intention of getting angry when the mission failed, and he didn't say in a smiling tone, "Then you all should be quick, and each of you will receive fifty lashes first." Let's talk again." After a few seconds of silence, he softly said "uh" after such terrible words: "I see."

Then the youngest cadre in history waved his hand, and the subordinates who felt as if they had saved their lives quickly and quietly left the cadre's office; while Osamu Dazai sat quietly behind the desk and turned around. The leather chair is facing the moon outside the window.

"At this moment," he murmured to himself in a low voice, "what is 'Zhongya' doing? You're welcome, let's teach 'me over there' a lesson."

After a while, he seemed to have sorted out all the things in his mind, stood up and stretched himself: "Ahhh - I hope something interesting will happen tomorrow."

…I don’t know if the phrase “hope something interesting will happen” is cursed, anyway, the day after Dazai uttered this sentence at 28 and [-], it is true that something unusual happened .

Of course, as for whether it's interesting or not, that's another matter.

On the training field specially used for ability testing, Osamu Dazai in a black suit stood next to the doctor, looking expressionlessly at Chuya Nakahara who stood in front of them with a shocked expression.

The six eyes of the three people looked at the [-]-kilogram weight among them, and they were silent for a while, and no one spoke;

In the end, Osamu Dazai spoke first. He rubbed his temples and realized that trouble was coming:

"Who bragged yesterday that he broke his record last year - there was no problem at all...?"

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