Next, Ogai Mori did not take me directly to the mafia headquarters.
As for the reason, I think part of it must be that my body cannot support getting out of bed and walking for long periods of time. The other part is probably because Mori Ogai wanted to observe me, a person of unknown origin.
As a result, the following style of dialogue emerged.
"Mr. Ogai Mori, do you have any poison here?"
"some."
"Then can you inject poison into my vein? Just pretend it's a medical accident."
"Of course not."
"Ah, that's it... Mr. Ogai Mori, can you let the mafia assassinate me?"
"No way."
"Ah~ that's so boring!"
I had to go through this kind of conversation so many times a day that I didn’t even know what to say afterward.
But Mori Ogai may be relieved by this.
"Hey, Azawa, let's try to see if it fits."
Just when I was worried about what to say, Mori Ogai threw me a set of pure black clothes.
I shook off my clothes and looked at Mori Ogai with questioning eyes.
"Logically speaking, when every newcomer joins the mafia, the seniors will give them something of their own. It just so happens that your previous clothes were dirty, so this set of clothes is my gift to you."
Mori Ogai smiled, the faint light reflected from the scalpel in his hand looked like broken glass.
I nodded and smiled numbly.
The clothes Mori Ogai gave me were a black hoodie, black eight-quarter-length overalls, and black sneakers.
The only white thing here is probably the laces of the sneakers.
Okay, it's very mafia.
"Let's go, Azawa." Mori Ogai turned around and faced the door, signaling.
Seeing this, I tiptoed to the ground to prevent the wound on my back from being pulled.
After changing my clothes, I opened the door and followed Mori Ogai.
Having said that, until now. I actually don't know what time I am in, so I can only infer the current situation based on the slight differences in the people and things around me.
In fact, even if this is Wen Ye's world, the idea of traveling through time and space is still ridiculous. Therefore, I still have some disbelief in my heart.
But when I walked along the street with Mori Ogai, the scene in front of me always reminded me of the strangeness before me.
The first store on the left hand side of Ueno Street is obviously a bookstore called Wild Flower, but it is currently selling seafood in full swing.
The fishy smell came faintly, forcing me to take a few steps quickly.
"That store has been popular for more than ten years." Mori Ogai saw this and explained lightly, with his unique smile on his lips.
"Hmm...then can I pretend to trip over a fish, fall to the ground and die of shock?"
"This is not possible either."
…
After a long journey, we finally reached the mafia building.
This is a black building standing in the prime area of Yokohama. Although it looks like an ordinary and clean building from the outside, who knows how many well-prepared defense facilities lie beneath this luxurious surface.
I followed Mori Ogai on the long white blanket, ignoring the mafiosi who were holding guns along the way, and walked deeper into the dark corridor.
Our footsteps continue to stir up crisp echoes, making death thicker in the air.
I can't stand it anymore.
So, I simply lowered my head and put on the hood of my hoodie to resist the slight coldness.
"Dazai, let me introduce you to a new person." Mori Ogai said, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.
When I heard this, my eyes widened. I raised my head staggeringly to the beat of my heart. After seeing the young man in front of me clearly, my mind went blank, and there was only one sentence left in my heart: Damn, I really traveled through time...
I saw that the right eye of the young man in front of me was tightly wrapped with a bandage, and the kite-colored pupil of his left eye was shining with sharp light.
That light seemed to cut me open one by one.
"Ha, you're new? Just don't be like that slug before." Dazai Osamu waved his hand exaggeratedly, but the dark suit jacket was firmly on his shoulders.
"No." Mori Ogai explained.
"Ah, then welcome to my command and fight with me against Chuuya!"
"But Dazai, he is joining Momiji's team."
"Why?" Osamu Dazai asked unexpectedly.
Mori Ogai smiled and said nothing.
I also smiled secretly. I guess Mori Ogai was afraid that the two of us would get along and think of some outrageous suicide method.
But that’s okay, after all, I don’t know what impact what happened in the “past” will have on the “present”.
It would be bad if the "past" Dazai Osamu left too deep an impression on me.
"Hey, Chuuya~" The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth turned up almost inaudibly.
However, Nakahara Chuuya just glared at Dazai Osamu, then took off his hat and bowed to Mori Ogai in a standard manner: "Mr. Mori Ogai, here I come."
"Chuuya, this is Kirihara Sawa. I will fight with you under Momiji's command from now on."
"Hello, my name is Nakahara Chuuya, I'm sixteen years old."
"Kirizawa, fifteen years old."
"What, it turns out they are a bunch of brats." Osamu Dazai said, not wanting to be beaten.
"It sounds like you are not a brat!" Zhongyuan Zhongya turned his head and shouted back.
"Huh? What did you say!" Osamu Dazai rolled up his sleeves, looking unconvinced.
Seeing this, I simply retreated strategically to give the two of them a place to fight.
"I hope Azawa won't be like the two of them in the future." Mori Ogai smiled, with a hint of doting in his eyes, but it was not obvious.
This is hard to say...
I pursed my lips in amusement but did not answer.
"Um, Mr. Mori Ogai..."
"What's wrong?"
"I want a pocket watch."
"Pocket watch?"
"Yeah, the old-fashioned kind."
"Is it looking at the time?"
"almost."
I nodded and took off my hat. The sound of static electricity "crackling" seemed to constantly remind me that my hair was fried.
"Okay," Mori Ogai agreed, "What my subordinates buy is not within my jurisdiction."
"Uh...actually that's not what I meant." I clutched my sleeves in embarrassment.
"Um?"
"I don't have any money. I want to borrow some money from you."
"...Okay." Mori Ogai was silent for a moment, then agreed.
I smiled awkwardly.
Even though I accidentally knew the fact that I could still use my powers without my pocket watch. But after all, activating the ability in this way is still too random, so I plan to buy a pocket watch and try it out first.
If that doesn't work, I can still ask Zhongyuan Zhongya for advice on physical skills!
"Hey, Kirihara!"
Nakahara Chuuya seemed to finally be tired of arguing with Dazai Osamu and turned to ask for help.
"Huh?" I asked with puzzled eyes.
"Can't you take the initiative to find a topic?" Nakahara Chuya had a dark face and used a dangerous smile to hide the crackling of his fists.
Help, Mr. Kunikida, I seem to be threatened!
"Then please, Mr. Zhongya, please accompany me to buy a pocket watch. I'm not very familiar with this area..." I said helplessly.
"Well, I happen to know a store there."
Zhongyuan Zhongya lowered his head slightly, put on his hat, and while talking, he passed by me.
"Thank you, Mr. Chuuya." I followed closely behind.
This is probably how my days of struggling to survive in the mafia began.
The urgent thing now is not only to establish your own character, but also to find a way to return to the "now".
Sad!
…
"Hey, Dazai, what do you think of this new guy?"
The lights are brilliant, but the clear smell of death can still be smelled. The exquisite leather seats on white blankets always announce the extraordinaryness of the man sitting on the seat.
Mori Ogai just sat like this, his sharp eyes constantly examining the city he was guarding - Yokohama through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"He has potential, he has ideas, he is loyal enough...but he has no ambition."
Mori Ogai nodded with satisfaction.
"You really feel relieved after hearing this, don't you?" Osamu Dazai said, quite provocatively.
Mori Ogai did not answer, but turned his head to face the young but experienced eyes in front of him.
Their eyes met together, lingering in half the darkness.
"fine."
After a long while, Mori Ogai replied.
