【Taizhong】Ash

14.

PLAY was cool for a while, and the crematorium afterwards.

The first night, I used something that shouldn't be touched as a prop for a momentary desire, and the result would be like Mr. Osamu Dazai, who was kicked out of bed by Nakahara Nakaya, who was fully awake after waking up the next morning.

Dazai, who was used to sleeping naked, was lying on the ground with the quilt in his arms, his head raised with a look of innocence: "Chuya?"

And his Omega seemed to be so angry that he couldn't speak a word, he stretched out his fingers and nodded his head vigorously, as if he had poked a hole in his head like this in his imagination—although He had already lost his temper when the bottle of expensive red wine was poured on him last night, but he still drank too much wine at that time. Apart from the conditioned anger, there was more excitement in it that was faintly provoked.

"...the living room. Clean it up." In the end, Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, then put on his clothes and tidied up, and went out to work angrily without having breakfast.

Osamu Dazai yawned and sat up, there were still finger marks left by Chuya's scratching last night on his well-defined back.He sat sleepily on the cold floor for more than ten minutes as if returning to his senses, until his phone suddenly sounded a notification from "Mr. Slug in a Hat" [Get up and clean up the living room! ! ! ]'s text message jumped out and filled the entire screen, Dazai Osamu smiled slightly, stood up from the floor and stretched.

He casually rolled up the quilt and piled it on the bed next to Zhongye's quilt, took off the pajama pants from the hanger next to him, and put them on his body. After finishing these two pieces, he lazily left the bedroom. He went to the living room first, but got into the kitchen first, and took out a sandwich from the refrigerator.

Today is Sunday, which is still within the scope of their rest day, so Dazai can lean on the metal table so leisurely and eat his breakfast with a glass of fresh orange juice.As for Nakahara Chuya, who was quickly called to the company by a phone call early in the morning, that is, they are all used to working overtime - but it must not be a big deal, otherwise he should be on his way to the company by now.

After finishing the sandwich, he threw the empty mug into the pool, and then Dazai wandered out of the kitchen to the living room.He was silent for a few seconds at the mess in the living room, and then sighed melancholy.

He said that he seemed to have forgotten something when he lay on the bed last night and hugged the sleeping Zhongya in his arms to prepare for sleep...

But it can't be said that he suffered from memory loss after the sperm went to the brain (...), because the unexpected situation last night was indeed beyond his expectation.He didn't expect that after he gave the order quickly, there would be someone who could respond quickly in this short gap, not to mention picking up the damned ex-boyfriend, and leaving a substitute with ease to confuse the public.

This is indeed a novel experience for Osamu Dazai, who is used to keeping everything firmly in his hands no matter how big or small.

He felt that someone was silently provoking him in this way—how interesting, it's been a long time since anyone dared to provoke him.Therefore, based on this reason, Dazai quickly notified his secret team last night after discovering that "the person is not dead", woke everyone up from their sleep, and then he sat at the dining table under the bright light of the kitchen Studying the map, calculating the opponent's retreat route, and monitoring the progress of temporary operations, I was busy until four o'clock in the morning before I yawned and turned off the lights to go to sleep.

So forgetting about "cleaning up the couch and empty wine bottles so you don't wake up so angry the next day"...seems to be barely plausible.

But no matter whether it is justified or not, it is obviously an unchangeable fact that he wants to clean up the living room honestly now.Osamu Dazai touched his nose, resigned to his fate and began to pay for his reckless behavior.

Pick up the empty wine bottle from the floor and put it on the table, and come over with the mop to mop up the dried up liquids (obviously they had a great time last night) on the floor.As for the soft cushions of the sofa, that is no longer within the scope of what he can handle. The original clean and simple fabric pattern is now full of dark red wine traces everywhere. I am afraid that sending it to a dry cleaner cannot save it, maybe. It is a more efficient choice to directly replace a new sofa.

It’s just that it would be very troublesome to replace these things with a new sofa... Osamu Dazai reached under the sofa, touched along the edge, and then pressed a switch, and the sofa cushion was immediately lifted up silently under the action of the machine, revealing Cold metal reflections below.

The interior of the plain-looking sofa is not filled with ordinary sponges, but a small shallow and long space is opened up under the support of metal sheets.The handsome Alpha casually reached out and took out the neatly arranged Sand Eagles and Baroques, and lazily checked the condition of each gun, making sure that the guns were ready for use at any time and that the insurance was on well... Then put them back in place, and continue to be friendly neighbors with a complete set of BUCK Nighthawk flat blades arranged by size next to them.

Osamu Dazai re-buckled the sofa cushion for routine inspection, sighed, and was about to contact an acquaintance to see if he could refit a sofa of the same style and send it over today, when an extremely slight and long voice sounded, early in the morning The living room, which could almost be described as silent, reverberated.

"Di-"

Osamu Dazai frowned slowly, and gently put down the phone that had been turned on to the address book interface.

This sound was extremely weak, and it was no different from the sound of electric current passing through. If it was normal, neither he nor Zhongya would pay attention or take it to heart.

If it wasn't for him getting up early today because he was kicked up, and in the living room to clean the floor...

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes lightly, and stood there silently.After stopping for about half an hour, just when he almost thought it was his tinnitus just now, the "beep" sounded again.

This time, Osamu Dazai, who was fully focused on this, immediately identified the location of the sound. He silently stepped back a few steps until he reached the sofa on the other side. A black sheet like a small button was fumbled out of the crevice in the bottom corner.

He stared blankly at the sheet in his hand.

After a few seconds, he took the little black thing away from his eyes and quietly stuffed it back into its original position.

"Good morning, Mr. Nakahara."

"morning."

The car was driven all the way to the company's underground parking lot, Zhong Yuan Zhong also got out of the car, with a gloomy and beautiful face, he walked into the company quickly under his feet, and walked through the lobby on the first floor to the elevator.

The little girl at the front desk greeted him respectfully and softly, and after he walked over, she quickly used the intercom to dial the landline on the desk of Assistant Zhongya Zhongya upstairs.

"Hello, this is the Operations Department."

"Ah, Ms. Higuchi? I saw that Mr. Nakahara came to the company, but he looks not in a good mood today, maybe he had another fight with Mr. Dazai." The girl at the front desk said softly and quickly, "I just got into the elevator."

"What, again...? Those two people really love to quarrel...OK, I get it."

Putting down the phone, Kazuyo Higuchi stood up from the table, clapped his hands to attract the attention of the whole office: "Everyone, get your work ready, Mr. Nakahara will be here soon - besides, I can stop talking nonsense for a while, It's best to swallow them all back into your stomachs."

So from the familiar tone of this pretty female assistant, everyone in the operations department knew that Mr. Nakahara was probably in a state of arguing with Mr. Dazai again today.Although Mr. Zhongyuan in this state will not transfer his anger towards his Alpha to them, but he will be more picky about his work exponentially...so every time he is notified by the girl at the front desk downstairs, the operations department You will respond quickly to prevent your hard-working reports and plans from being ruthlessly sent back and rewritten.

On the other side, Ichiyo Higuchi, the assistant of Chuya Nakahara, quickly made a cup of coffee with double sugar milk in the mug on the table, and when Chuya Nakahara opened the door of the office without saying a word, he walked in , she happened to meet him with the steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhongyuan." She handed the coffee to Zhongyuan, and at the same time methodically took out the most urgent document and handed it to his eyes, "This is what I said when I called you before, three A few hours ago, the police forcibly closed down three of our hotels on the grounds of receiving a report, and sent back a group of hotel managers.”

Zhong Yuan also held the mug to warm his hands, took the report with the other hand, and said in a cold voice, "What did BOSS say?"

"The boss said, don't ask him for such a small problem," Ichiyo Higuchi nodded slightly, "I said that I will leave it to you to take care of it."

"I see." Zhong Yuanzhong also sat down on the seat, just took a sip of coffee and put down the cup, when he looked up, he found a bunch of people holding various documents waiting for him to make a decision and sign in front of him.

"..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, and waved at the group of big and three thick Alphas: "Keep the ones related to the incident in the morning, and send the rest to Higuchi."

As a result, half of the people in front of him "hula la" suddenly, and the young Alpha standing in the front of the remaining half lowered his head and put the document in his hand on the table: "Mr. Zhongyuan, this is the possibility that we have investigated. reason……"

Zhongyuan Zhong also flipped through the documents while listening to his narration. After listening, he opened the drawer and took out the ink pad to stamp and sign for confirmation, but suddenly paused after taking out the ink pad.

He lowered his eyes, calmly stretched out his hand to touch the bump he touched just now, and confirmed that the thing that suddenly appeared on the inner wall of his drawer should be a button-sized sheet-shaped device.

Subordinate: "...Mr. Zhongyuan?"

"...It's okay, I just remembered something." Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled out his hand and closed the drawer casually, "You continue."

TBC.