"Antique shop? How about just buying a new one." Zhongyuan Zhongya asked in confusion.
He looked at the young man in black in front of him who was focused on picking out his pocket watch, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Nakahara Chuuya took the initiative to accompany this new guy named Kirihara Sawa out to buy a watch. Firstly, he wanted to see if the new guy was reliable, and secondly, because he finally found someone who was similar to himself in age and looked normal, so he was a little curious.
"Old things will have the flavor of time settling in them." I replied pretentiously.
"Does it smell like mold?" Zhongyuan Zhongya asked sarcastically.
"Probably." I said calmly, noticing that the boss's eyes had drifted towards me.
"One hundred yen," the boss said.
Hearing the price, Nakahara Chuuya snorted, took out a banknote and paid.
Although it is said to be an antique store, the price of this pocket watch was beyond my expectation.
One hundred yen is just over five yuan when converted into RMB.
"Be careful, the origin of this pocket watch may not be clean." Not far from the store, Zhongyuan Zhongya added in a muffled voice beside me.
"It's okay, as long as it works." I replied nonchalantly.
After all, what the mafia does is not clean.
I casually wrapped the pocket watch around my wrist as I did before.
The possessed person twisted a dead branch on the ground and brought it into close contact with the pocket watch.
Jian Zhongyuan also didn’t notice anything strange about me. I kept silent and concentrated on activating my powers.
Unexpectedly but also expected, the branch rotted quickly, turned into mud, fell from my hand, and fell to the ground.
It seems that the pocket watch is just a transfer station for my powers, not a storage of my powers.
When I thought about it, I suddenly felt more relieved. At least I don't have to worry about someone suddenly coming out and stabbing me to death when I'm on a mission.
"Si Ye, what is your background before?" Zhongyuan Zhongya looked forward and said as if he was throwing out a sentence casually.
"The orphan was bitten because he competed with wild dogs for food." I replied, pretending to be calm.
"Stupid," Zhongyuan Zhongya scolded me, "he actually competed with the dog for food."
"There is nothing we can do, otherwise we will starve to death." I said rather bitterly.
Zhongyuan Zhong also remained silent, as if he was regretting what he had just said.
"But I was rescued by Mr. Ogai Mori. I thought I could almost fulfill my wish to commit suicide..."
"What! Are you a pervert?" Zhongyuan Zhongya frowned.
He didn't expect that this seemingly normal boy would turn out to be a "homicidal maniac".
The only person who is better than Dazai is probably Watanabe Tsubasa who talks about "homicide".
"There is no other way. The word 'survive' sounds boring."
"What? Are you accusing Mr. Ogai Mori of not saving you?"
"Of course not," I retorted, regretting that I had gone too far. "Mr. Ogai Mori is the most kind-hearted and skilled man I have ever met... I am willing to give my life for him. "
"Tsk." Zhongyuan Zhongya smacked his lips in displeasure, but did not continue to say anything.
Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly made up my mind to pretend to be within a certain limit next time.
Otherwise, if you go too far, you may not be able to clean it up.
"Forget it," Zhongyuan Zhongya lowered his guard and said in a vain tone, "Do you have a place to live?"
"no."
"Yeah." After receiving the response, Zhongyuan Zhongya remained silent.
As if in a daze, I opened my mouth and glanced at Zhongyuan Zhongya several times.
So, you just want to ask, right?
"But Mr. Chuuya...where will I stay tonight?" I frowned slightly and asked.
"You can stay wherever you lived before." Zhongyuan Zhongye replied casually, waving his hands relentlessly.
Judging from his expression, I couldn't be more retarded with this question.
"I'm afraid of being hunted down again..." I closed my eyes and kept complaining in a flat voice with no ups and downs.
"Hmm..." Zhongyuan Zhongya let out a short sigh from his throat and did not answer.
But judging from his expression, he was probably thinking about me.
"I will report to Mr. Ogai Mori." Nakahara Chuuya replied, but there was still no accurate result.
Okay, at least he has his whereabouts.
…
I followed Zhongyuan Zhongya all the way to the port mafia building.
With the coldness all the way, we walked to the door of Mori Ogai's office. Zhongyuan Zhong also knocked on the door, and after hearing the "come in", he opened the door and entered.
And I walked to the corner not far away and waited.
About twenty minutes later, Nakahara Chuya strode out of the house, turned around and gently closed the door, and said to me: "Follow me."
I found that he was holding something in his hand, probably a key.
I walked with him for a while and found that the surrounding scene did not change much, but the atmosphere became increasingly weird.
The moans that came from time to time, or the unadorned laughter that came from a distance, were all accompanied by the cold wind, piercing my skin and flesh.
I wasn't cold, but I shivered several times.
As soon as I turned a corner, most of the above-mentioned weird sounds disappeared, and the temperature seemed to rise a little.
However, it lacks vitality.
"Just right here." Nakahara Chuuya said, and pointed to the small prison in front of the iron bars.
"Prison?" I was quite confused and shocked.
"This prison is specially used to house arrest high-level cadres who have made mistakes...it will give you an advantage." Zhongyuan Zhongya said, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I couldn't tell whether he was mocking me or whether he really thought it was funny.
"Then I can't come out on my own?" I asked, holding my forehead.
"The door is not locked," Zhongyuan Zhongya glanced at me quickly and said, "And don't worry, you can't come to this place without permission from cadres or leaders. Moreover, ordinary people don't know."
"Okay, it's much better than the smelly ditch I lived in before!" I clasped my hands together, pretending to be grateful and happy.
Seeing me like this, Zhongyuan Zhongya nodded with satisfaction: "The rest of the time today is left to you. Wait for me in front of the leader's door at seven o'clock tomorrow...I will ask my subordinates to deliver the daily necessities later."
Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned for a moment and added another sentence.
"Thank you Mr. Chuuya." I smiled.
Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned. He probably didn't expect such a gloomy young man to have such a bright smile.
Home is indeed very important to the busy people in this world...
Zhongyuan Zhongya lowered his head and chuckled, then turned and left.
I looked at his retreating back, my expression gradually becoming serious.
I walked into the rest area and sat on the floor, thinking that after resting for a while, I would leave the building and walk around. After all, I have never understood Yokohama in this era.
With this thought in my mind, I lay on my back on the ground with a "plopping", completely ignoring the dust that was flying like waves.
The sudden dislocation of time and space made my thoughts very confused.
It's time to take a good rest...
