When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

Dark and damp basement.

In the darkness, a man curled up in the deepest part of the cage with his arms around his knees, motionless, as if he was already dead.

"Da da da……"

Suddenly, two footsteps from a distance broke the dead silence.A ray of light pierced the darkness, bringing a ray of light to this dark place.

However, this light that was supposed to be reassuring made the man curled up in the corner tremble uncontrollably.

"This guy is the current owner of the Twilight Pavilion." Outside the iron railing, Osamu Dazai lazily said to the black-haired young man beside him, holding a flashlight.

"What did you do to him?" Kuroro asked. "It looks like he's terrified of you."

"What did I do?" Osamu Dazai snorted with a chuckle, "I just let him experience what he did to those beautiful ladies before."

"Who knew that this person was so unbelievable, he didn't persist halfway, and he became like this directly." He shrugged helplessly, "But it's good, right now this guy is like a dog of mine, Let him go east and never dare to go west. Even if you let him die...he definitely dare not live a second longer."

"So Boss, are you going to deal with him?"

Kuroro silently observed the middle-aged man who was desperately trying to hide himself in a corner, and then said to the young man beside him indifferently: "I remember it was written in the information that this man is very ambitious. On the one hand, there are always some high-society parties, and on the other hand, every few years, famous detectives from the society will be invited to help him solve the secrets of the Twilight Pavilion... right?"

Osamu Dazai listened silently, his amber eyes that were originally listless gradually lit up.

"So, since that's the case, why don't you just play with the bigger one." The black-haired young man smiled, "What do you think about getting the two things done together?"

"This is really..."

Osamu Dazai laughed softly, and his laughter became louder and louder, gradually echoing in the entire enclosed space.

"——Awesome!"

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"Hello, I am the owner of this, here."

Toru Amuro frowned and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him timidly, stammering and introducing himself.

"Unqualified." The curly-haired young man standing behind him said calmly, "If you continue to do this, you can go back to the basement and rot obediently."

The man couldn't help trembling all over, then straightened up desperately, and forced himself to reveal a smile uglier than crying to Amuro.

"This is..." Toru Amuro frowned and asked, "The current owner of the Twilight Pavilion? I thought you guys would have dealt with him long ago."

Hearing this sentence, the rich man in front of him who knew nothing about the organization and just wanted to take over and buy this place to find the treasure shivered again.

Osamu Dazai snorted: "If you want to blame, you can blame this guy for being greedy. If you have nothing to do, you always want to organize a treasure hunting party for famous detectives. Anyway, the high-level meeting of the organization is also held here. If this is the case, why not make good use of it."

Amuro Toru's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm."So what do we do next?" he asked.

"In three days' time, we will hold a large-scale auction in the name of this guy for all the upper class." The curly-haired young man put his hands in his pockets and said calmly at Toru Amuro, "So, just invite a few more police officers along the way." It’s fine if you are an important person in the department and a well-known detective in the society.”

"Anyway, there are so many people who hate the rich in this world, and many people died because of terrorist attacks." He shrugged and smiled. Woolen cloth?"

Toru Amuro stared at the young man with a calm smile in front of him, and secretly clenched his fists.

Rum, this bastard, he wants to pull the people on his side to be buried with the dissidents in the organization who oppose his superior position!

"I see." He forced himself to smile, "So what am I going to do now? There's no signal here, and I can't connect to the internet or make phone calls at all. Why should I just stay in the room and wait? You guys Bring me here in advance, there must be some tasks assigned to me."

"Indeed." Osamu Dazai replied, "You will be responsible for loading the bomb. Remember to load more."

"bomb?!"

The young man with wheat-colored skin couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted, "Are you going to blow up the Twilight Pavilion? There are so many priceless things in it!"

And, what if you accidentally hurt someone?

This is the question Toru Amuro wants to ask the most, but he knows that he can't say it, because it is not within the scope of consideration for the organization.

"So?" Osamu Dazai squinted at him, "Is this what we lack?"

"This is an order from Boss, we just need to follow his orders."

He said so.

Toru Amuro walked away worried.Dazai Osamu looked at his back full of thoughts, hummed softly and walked slowly to the window.

He stretched out his hand, caressing the intricately carved rose window in front of him as if stroking a lover, then pushed the window open, and flipped into the garden lightly.

Under the shade of the tree, a black-haired young man was sitting on the lawn, looking down at the ancient book in his hand seriously.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind and wanted to take away the book in his hand. The young man's expression remained unchanged, and the moment the hand was about to touch the paper, he lifted it up.

"Are you free?" He asked without looking back.

"Ah, that's really boring."

Osamu Dazai complained and sat next to Kuroro. He tilted his head and looked at the people around him. He pointed to the tattoo on the young man's forehead and asked, "What does this represent?"

"It doesn't mean anything," Kuroro replied.

"Well……"

The curly-haired young man gnawed on his nails, and stretched out his hand with a curious baby's expression, as if he wanted to touch the pattern like the equal-armed cross.

Kuroro turned his head and avoided it with some disgust.

"Why," Osamu Dazai was unhappy, "it's just a touch."

The black-haired young man squinted at him with a teasing look in his eyes.

"The only people who can touch my tattoo are those who have slept with me," he chuckled, and asked intentionally, "So, Dazai-kun, what do you think?"

Osamu Dazai jumped up from the spot as if his butt was on fire, and immediately moved away from him.

"You are workplace harassment!" he complained.

"I'm not the one who flirts first." Kuroro replied unceremoniously.

Just because Gin couldn't do anything to him didn't mean he couldn't either.Kuroro thought to himself, if he didn't let this guy have a long memory, then he would really have nowhere to go.

"By the way, I just saw you and Bourbon over there. How are you going to get him to spread the news?" Kuroro closed the book and asked about the business, "Don't make it too obvious."

"Don't worry about that, don't you know what I'm doing?" Osamu Dazai replied casually.

The curly-haired young man raised his head, and above his head was a clear blue sky, a few long white clouds floating in the blue sky, and white pigeons fluttered their wings and flew in groups under the sun.

Kuroro, who was sitting on the lawn, also saw this scene along his line of sight.He smiled knowingly, and suddenly read a sentence in the tone of reciting sonnets:

"Again he who lives; I was dead, and now I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of death and Hades."

"..."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, and then said affirmatively: "Revelation 1:18, Jesus is resurrected."

"That's right." Kuroro nodded, "It's also three days later...then let us wait and see."

Dazai didn't speak.

He looked at the fountain in the middle of the garden quietly for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where's Gin? I remember you called him over in the morning. Did he agree?"

"Well, he agreed..."

"Yes!!!"

Osamu Dazai jumped three feet high, excitedly scurrying around Kuroro, laughing happily like a child: "That's great!"

"I'm going to cook red bean rice for him to celebrate!" He laughed and trembled all over, and the corner of the windbreaker was clenched into a crumpled ball. "Our great friendship will last forever!"

"Although there is something wrong with the last word..." Kuroro sighed, "What do you think of gin, a newly married bride? And Dazai-kun, if you really do this, Then I can't keep you, so you can ask for more blessings."

However, Kuroro looked at the unmoved expression of "I just want to make trouble" on the faces of the people around him, smiled and shook his head, and didn't bother to care about him anymore.

Saiki Kusuo told him before that the compound singularity in the center of the dark continent can multiply the abilities of all creatures that set foot on that continent.This is true of Warcraft, and so is human beings.

And he immediately thought of the nullification ability possessed by Osamu Dazai, "Disqualification in the World".This ability is actually a passive ability. What it can eliminate is all energy bodies—of course, it should also include the compound singularity.

After he returned from the Dark Continent, he tried to use AFO's "power multiplier" personality on Dazai.To his surprise, after being further strengthened, Osamu Dazai's ability can reach the point of forming a completely nullified force field, making all the abnormal energy bodies included in it disappear.

Whether it is thought or personality, nothing can escape the fate of being eliminated.

And this enhanced "disqualification in the world" can achieve the effect he wants!

However, Kurolo himself has other things to do, so this task must be handed over to others.Needless to say, he couldn't trust anyone other than Dazai Osamu's partner, Gin.So, he called Gin over this morning just for this matter.

"Have you made up your mind to accept this ability?" That's what he asked at the time, "If you agree, you should understand the consequences, right?"

"..."

The silver-haired man was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "I understand. Isn't he completely tied to that guy who deserves to go to hell a hundred times?"

He sneered: "It's okay, there will be a long time to come. I have plenty of time to play, play, play with him."

He gritted his teeth and popped out the last four words one by one.

And because the process of forcibly instilling personality is very painful, Gin is probably still lying on the bed now.

So, is it good or bad to do it yourself?

Kuroro turned his head and glanced at the curly-haired young man running towards the kitchen, and sighed deeply again.

Let's take one step at a time, he thought sadly, and at the same time lit a candle for the future of gin.

But soon, the unscrupulous bandit leader put aside the little bit of guilt in his heart, and buried himself in the sea of ​​books again.

...Red bean rice or something, I don't know.

The author has something to say: the food chain has been formed!Kulili (the man who is at the top of the food chain and laughs at the changing situation)——Dazai (one person under one person and above ten thousand people are keen to keep testing on the edge of death.jpg)——Gin Wine (the poor little one among the top predators) , the beast of prey among herbivores)

Therefore, the survival of the fittest is applicable everywhere.Let us congratulate Dazai for getting a long-term bound teammate! (clap clap)

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