If you are hungry, go and eat. If you get bored, go see the beautiful scenery of Yokohama!
This is the principle I have always adhered to.
I was walking on the streets of Yokohama.
As a city I have lived in for a long time, I should obviously feel familiar with it. But in fact, at this time, it was so strange that it made me tremble.
Firstly, it was because it was already midnight and there were no lights. Secondly, it's because... I'm lost.
You can’t blame me for this, but it’s because it’s too dark tonight, so dark that you can’t even see a few stars.
Because I am new here, I don’t have the contact information of everyone in Hong Kong and Hong Kong. So, I had to wander around in confusion.
Finally, after walking for about half an hour, when my whole body was frozen, a ball of orange light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
I felt happy and quickened my pace.
At the end, under the short steps, is a small, pitiful bar. Its name is breathtakingly familiar - LUPIN.
I scratched my head. Although I felt unhappy, I still couldn't remember where I had seen this name.
But it's always good to have a warm place. I opened the door and walked into this bar.
This is a bar set up underneath. It has no windows and the equipment is very old. In the bar, the bartenders were skillfully mixing drinks for the regular customers, and there were a few people walking through the gaps. The entire bar was like a nest of some small animal.
I think the reason why this dim light can shine along the steps to the ground is that it is really too dark tonight.
Because it was too cold, I randomly picked a round stool and sat on it, curling up in a ball on the seat.
"Hello," I greeted the bartender, "can you add a little rat poison to my hot milk? Don't tell me, just pretend it's an accident."
Because I was afraid that members of the Hong Kong Mafia would follow me, I pretended to be the empty-eyed boy from before.
"No rat poison." The bartender smiled.
"Sorry... let's warm the milk, it's too cold." I muttered and moved my butt on the chair uneasily.
At this time, I noticed someone beside me seemed to be watching me.
I tilted my head and gave the man a pale smile.
The man in front of him had rust-red hair and brown skin. He held the wine glass and looked at me intently.
"Did you come here by yourself?" he asked, breaking the awkward atmosphere just now.
"Yes." I replied, trying to maintain a delicate smile on my face.
The man in front of me looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him before.
There is no way, there are always many differences when converting from the second dimension to the third dimension.
But considering the place I was in and some obvious features, I still had a general direction in mind. If I guess correctly, he should be...
"The bar is not a place for children." He turned his head and closed his eyes in displeasure.
"It's too cold, I have nowhere to go." I took the hot milk and held it in my hands.
Sure enough, it was much warmer this way.
"You... don't have any family?" He looked hesitant, but still asked in a long voice.
"Yeah." I nodded.
"But you seem to be doing okay." He looked at me and said lightly.
Indeed, the suit Mori Ogai gave me was almost brand new. Because I have never been on a mission, there is very little dust. Besides, I just came here not long ago, so I definitely didn’t eat much. Therefore, the overall mental state of the person seems to be pretty good.
I would definitely look better if I wasn't trying to look tired on purpose.
"Because a kind-hearted gentleman healed my injury. Oh my god, he is so amazing. If it hadn't been for him, I would have almost died... Oh, right, he even gave me a job!" I was excited. After talking for a while, the volume also increased slightly.
"Work?" He raised his eyebrows, probably because he couldn't think of any job that a minor could do.
"And this is a job where you can lose your life if you're not careful. It's really great!" I said with a laugh, a few drops of milk spilled due to the work on my torso.
"What job?" he asked with a solemn expression.
"Port Mafia." I lowered my volume, keeping it within the range that only the two of us could hear.
His eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth snarled, but no sound came out.
A young man who looks about fifteen years old can be directly introduced to work within the mafia by a person with excellent medical skills. No need to ask, that person must be Mori Ogai.
But I believe that there must be more than one thing that can shock this man so much.
"By the way, uncle, we've been chatting for a long time and you still haven't told me your name." I broke the silence.
"...Oda Sakunosuke." After a moment of silence, Oda finally said his name.
Only this time, he was talking to his wine glass.
"Okay, Mr. Odasaku, my name is Kirihara Sawa, and we will be friends from now on." I said. Without his consent, I stepped forward and clinked his wine glass with my milk glass.
"Why?" Oda asked, and at the same time he was secretly complaining: This is already the second person whose name has been cut off so strangely.
"Because Mr. Odasaku is also from Mafia," I smiled slyly, "I'm a newbie here and I'm not familiar with the place. It's always good to have many friends."
"How do you know..." Oda looked solemn.
"Because Mr. Odasaku's right hand has a lot of calluses. When he sits down, his right leg will be raised higher than his left leg. It must be an old injury. And when you ordered a drink, you didn't say anything to the bartender. , he just brought you a drink like this. If you don’t come here often, you wouldn’t be able to do this... By the way, the atmosphere and location of this hotel are indeed suitable for mafia’s underground trading!”
After making some nonsense, I snapped my fingers and looked at Oda's unfazed expression with a smile.
"Yeah, you're right...but I'm not here for trading." Oda said after taking a sip of wine.
"Ah, okay, okay." His words were a confirmation of my guess, and I took a sip of milk.
Now it's no longer hot, but still sweet.
"Has Mafia arranged a place for you to stay?" Oda asked after a while.
"Yes." I barely controlled the spasm on my face.
Yes, there is, but the environment is somewhat...ahem.
"Well, that's okay," Oda Yu took a sip of wine, "Some of the children I knew before, they didn't have parents, but they didn't have anywhere to live."
"Ah, how are they doing now?"
"At my place, we eat curry every day, and we live a good life." Oda smiled contentedly, and his long eyes drifted to a restaurant outside Lupin.
"Mr. Odasaku is a good man..." I praised.
"You are the second person to praise me like this." Oda said with a smile.
"Who is the first one?" Although I already had the answer in my mind, I still followed the script honestly.
Oda fell silent and just shook his head.
"Okay then!" I no longer insisted. I just followed his example and took a big mouthful of milk.
In the end, I choked and coughed for a while before I could breathe again.
"Kirizawa..." Oda murmured.
