Mori Chef's self-cultivation

——Can gods be captured by mortals?

To be honest, Kurihara Tsuru didn't want to believe a word.

It's not that he worships blindly, thinking that each of Japan's 800 million gods has hands and eyes, and is omnipotent—not to mention, he has already had close contact with Yato, so why would he wear a so-called filter to see each other?

As a heart tactician, the most taboo is to believe in the misleading words of the enemy. Before witnessing the truth, the army will be confused.

So he didn't waver, but continued in a ruthless tone: "Oh? If that's the case, can I trouble Mr. Dazai to let him have a word with me?"

"Hey~ You are the first one who dares to bargain even though you know who I am." The voice of the young man from the receiver was still very soft, as if he was chatting with a friend, but the lines he kept pouring out always seemed to be Very bad.

"If I don't agree, what can you do? After all, the initiative is in my hands. Even if I kill him directly, it shouldn't matter."

While talking, the other party chuckled again, and added quite maliciously: "It's really hard for him to try his best to find out information for you, but in the end, he is like a one-time abandoned child, without the slightest pity from you. , so pitiful~"

This is definitely sowing discord.

If Kurihara still maintains an attitude of refusing to cooperate, it is tantamount to tacitly acquiescing to Osamu Dazai's statement, and directly stabbed a big knife into the chest of the captured god, and no matter how it is repaired afterwards, it is impossible to restore the trust between each other.

I have to say, this trick is really sinister enough.

Even though the two hadn't confronted each other head-on, he already had a preliminary grasp of each other's skills, and he understood why Atsushi Nakajima boasted about the adopter so much that he was a fan of Dazai's virus.

A guy who can attack other people's minds and turn the whole situation around with just a few words is just as terrifying as the mind of an MLM organization.

Fortunately, he is not vegetarian either.

"If it's true what Mr. Dazai said, he can be discarded as garbage at will, in fact, there is no need to waste time negotiating with me, right?"

The pink-haired boy was facing the mirror, arranging his waist-length hair unhurriedly, like a girl preparing for an appointment, with an indescribable tranquility and anticipation on his face, and even a pair of brilliant blue eyes. So squinting happily.

He was obviously happy, sincerely and eerily happy to find an opponent to fight with.

"Since you are using him as a bargaining chip, how about obediently acknowledging his importance?" Like a whisper between lovers, Kurihara Tsubasa's slowly lowered voice was particularly lingering, entangled affectionately with the other's auditory nerves, Infused with his own special imprint.

"What's more, I don't think you are the type who can eat and drink well after you have captured the hostages. Dazai-kun, why didn't you use torture to extract a confession, but chose to go around in circles to confront me?"

"—Ah, could it be... You didn't catch him at all, did you?"

The malice similar to Dazai Osamu's was like black silt gushing out, almost passing through the earpiece, flooding the area that his vision couldn't touch for the time being, and accurately outlining the scene at hand.

There was only a thin figure of a young man standing in the room, and the rest were tall and strong in black suits, like a forest of steel, closely guarding the safety of the superior.

No one dared to relax in the slightest.

After all, just under their noses, the blue-haired boy suddenly appeared like a ghost at night, almost successfully kidnapping the only commander on the scene.

Their scalps were numb because of this, and they simply didn't want to recall that thrilling scene.

Fortunately, the black-haired boy who covered most of his handsome face with bandages was still safe and sound in their encirclement. At this moment, he was using a mobile phone connected to a computer to communicate with the instigator behind the scenes.

The other party probably used a voice changer or something to hide their eyes. At this moment, the sound coming from the earpiece with the loudspeaker mode turned on is undoubtedly a very strange and unnatural synthetic electronic sound. It is completely impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, and The approximate age range added to the clouds of emergencies, which made people subconsciously feel cold all over.

Only the protagonist who was almost kidnapped looks like a child who has found a new plaything. There is a bright smile on the corners of the eyes and brows that make people shy away. angry.

According to the (superficial) understanding of his subordinates, such an expression is by no means an angry smile, but genuine joy.

As for why...

"The reason why you are willing to waste time dealing with me is probably because you want to use this to find out where I am. It's a pity—"

The sound coming from the loudspeaker is still blasting the enemy's nerves, no longer mercilessly mocking the useless efforts made by the opponent.

Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai, who loves to step on the bottom line of others, are completely like twins.

"——No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find me. But Dazai-kun, be careful, maybe in the middle of the night one day, I will show up by your bedside without anyone noticing."

"At that time, what should you do? It doesn't matter, I will give you time to think about it."

"Then, I look forward to the day we meet again~"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a response from the party receiving the communication, the other party hung up the phone on its own, and let the annoying busy tone fill the entire space occupied by the black suits.

"Mr. Dazai, lost, failed..."

The technician in charge of analyzing the source of the communication carefully organized his wording, trying to smooth everything out and calm down the unpredictable and difficult temper of the boss, "The other party didn't use a technological means that surpassed me, but... an ability! That's right. , is to use a special ability to interfere with the machine, even if it is replaced by someone else to track, there must be no way to break through his barrier..."

In short, it is too embarrassing for ordinary technicians to specialize in the art industry!

Listening to the report, the black-haired boy withdrew his smile in a blink of an eye. He didn't know whether he had lost interest in it, or was tired of the boringness of continuing to communicate with his subordinates. He quickly left behind an irresponsible speech, and then left gracefully.

"Oh~ then I can only do as I said, quietly waiting for him to come to the door, I don't know what kind of death will be ushered in, it's really exciting——"

"Mr. Dazai?! Please, please don't say that, give me another chance! If the leader finds out, I will definitely... Please, Mr. Dazai!!!"

The poor bastard who was frightened by his unintentional remarks broke out in a cold sweat, and didn't dare to use his own life as a bargaining chip to bet on whether he could successfully reverse the situation in the future.

——In case... Although everyone knows that Mr. Dazai is very powerful, but if he can't stand him, he loves to die too much!

If I was dragged into the water by him, I really couldn't find a place to cry for justice.

In order to escape the catastrophe, the technician who accidentally intervened had no choice but to pick up the equipment with tears in his arms and follow him, preparing to dedicate his whole life to serve him, and would never find any excuses to cover up his incompetence.

No matter how clever Ren Kurihara was, he couldn't know the situation on the other side well after hanging up the phone, so he had no idea how the target person he was staring at played a trick on a poor technician with just a few words.

Of course, he wasn't interested in that either.

There are not a few guys who have been teased by him. For the heart faction, such a demonic act is just a small game to pass the time.

It's like online game players don't even count how many goblins they have killed.

Low-level mobs have always had no human rights.

"It's a good thing to be cautious, I switched jobs before calling..."

He muttered with emotion, and deleted the communication records without leaving any suspicious traces.

The gradually extinguished screen blurred the blue light in his eyes.

The reason why Dazai was able to kill Osamu Dazai but failed to do anything to hurt Yato, apart from his strong psychological quality and his firm belief in his own judgment, was partly because he checked the status of his teammates halfway, and it was basically certain that there was no What danger.

It is estimated that the careless god accidentally dropped the phone while running away in a hurry.

——Do you want to find Yato through the window...

He pinched the corner of the phone with two thin white fingers and shook it back and forth, while thinking about whether to destroy it altogether. In the end, both ideas were killed by him in the depths of his mind.

If you can directly destroy the phone physically, it must be the safest way to ensure that you have no worries.But after all, it was something he borrowed from Nakahara Nakaya. If he slipped his hand into the water and caused the body to blow up, wouldn't it seem that he was too troublesome?

No matter how simple the cadres of the mafia organization are, they are by no means brainless, and can reach the level of letting him go.

In other words, his situation is not safe, at least not to act rashly tonight, otherwise it will be easy to waste all previous efforts.

——Yato, who has the power of the gods, is still able to survive. It is better not to join him for the time being. Let's go outside to look for it tomorrow.

After sorting out all his thoughts, he stood on tiptoe and quietly approached the door of the bathroom like a feline on a pad, secretly listening to the movement outside.

A solid wooden door could not block his keen sense of hearing.

Probably seeing that he didn't intend to go out for a while, the model worker cadres of the port mafia have no sense of leisure, and have already dealt with the rest of the work spontaneously, receiving reports from subordinates from time to time, and occasionally making some comments and comments command.

How should I put it, it is really sad for those who hear it and tears for those who hear it.

——Hong Kong Black is definitely a hell on earth who treats men like scalpers...

Recalling his friend full of vicissitudes, the pink-haired boy sighed silently, but he still did not forget to touch his smooth and beautiful face, secretly thinking about his dean.

The whole world doesn't need him to work hard, and he is willing to do his best to support him, probably the only orphanage that Mr. Sen took over.

Well, praise Mr. Dean!

After Fukimori's daily class was over, he decided to open the door and go outside to return the phone, and then took the opportunity to set up a set of information about Osamu Dazai with the orange-haired boy.

As a result, before he could touch the opponent's minefield, he suddenly heard the topic of touching his own minefield from outside, and he froze in place.

"Well, I've brought her back... ahem, I mean, I've got her contact information." Hong Kong, who is a serious person at heart, holds the phone awkwardly, rarely acting like a thief Pressing his voice to give feedback on the situation, he humbly asked his immediate superior for advice, "What should I do next, Boss?"

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The impression of □□the current leader continues to decline↓

Dean Mori's rating continues to rise, while leader Mori's rating continues to decline (?▽｀)

The network of relationships has gradually become more complicated, and it will become more and more interesting in the future (rubbing hands

Thank you babies for feeding, I love you Jiujiu!

感谢在2020-12-0621:29:56~2020-12-0723:47:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Wannian Senchui will never fall one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Bai Mao can't control myself, kg1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Wannian Sencui never pours 188 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!