"tasty?"
"Delicious."
"This is white water."
"Um?"
I smiled awkwardly, holding the teacup at a loss.
I originally thought that with a simple compliment following the question, Ozaki Momiji would be satisfied and let me go, but she didn't expect this to be the result.
Probably because of this thought, I just swallowed the water in my stomach randomly without tasting its taste carefully.
Naturally, something happened.
"Kirihara, you can try it again." Ozaki Momiji covered her mouth with her sleeves and smiled lightly. It was unclear whether it was ridicule or some other emotion.
Even though I have some doubts, following the boss's instructions seems to be the best way to alleviate the embarrassment in this situation.
I took another sip, smacking my lips and savoring it.
This time, the rose-like sweetness penetrates the heart and spleen, sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance of orchid goes straight up the throat and penetrates the five senses.
"It tastes good," I praised sincerely, but then cautiously ordered, "Didn't you say it's plain water?"
"I'm just teasing you. But this tea is indeed. If you don't taste it seriously, you won't be able to appreciate its unique charm." Ozaki Momiji smiled faintly, reserved yet charming.
"Ah, that's it...it's a tea full of philosophy of life!" I held the teacup in both hands, greedily absorbing its warmth.
"Yes, this tea was made by buying some flowers and medicinal herbs from Mafia's shop when I had nothing to do."
"Do you have a name?"
"no."
"Ah, it tastes so delicious, why didn't you consider giving it a name?" I said with regret.
"Probably because too vulgar names will damage the beauty of the tea, and unfortunately the slave family is not very good at naming, so it has been delayed." Ozaki Momiji gently rubbed the corner of his mouth with the pad of his index finger. , forming a small vortex.
"Indeed, it's not easy to name such a delicious tea." I nodded.
"So, when Kirihara comes up with a good name, you must tell me as soon as possible."
"Definitely." I smiled and stood up, ready to leave.
"Go slowly, don't send me away."
As I walked further away step by step, Ozaki Momiji's face finally disappeared into the mist, and was mixed into a confused shadow.
On the way back, I met two people, Nakahara Chuuya and Mori Ogai, who were traveling with me.
I briefly greeted Chuuya, then took off my hat and saluted Moriogai: "Chuuya, leader."
"It's Azawa," Mori Ouwai smiled elegantly, "The mission was completed well."
This shouldn't be sarcastic.
My facial muscles were stiff and unable to move due to tension, and I glanced at Nakahara Chuuya. He smiled and nodded slightly.
"Thank you... thank you." I responded cautiously.
"Thank you," Mori Ogai's voice kept rising, and then he said jokingly, "It seems that Azawa is not very good at interacting with people."
After hearing this, my old face turned red, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to use my superpower to turn myself into ashes on the spot.
"Is something wrong, Kirihara?" Nakahara Chuuya asked suspiciously as he noticed that I kept glancing towards the other end of the corridor.
"Ah, yes, the report is not finished yet." I nodded and put on my hat again.
"Then go ahead and see you later."
"See you."
I frowned, smiled, shrugged, and walked away.
After drinking Sister Hongye's tea, it seemed that the atmosphere in the building was no longer so cold.
When I returned to my cabin again, I leaned on the bed with my hands in my arms, but my lower body remained where I was.
But the pocket watch around my neck slipped down due to gravity and stuck to my neck with a cool feeling.
I reached out and picked it up, holding it up to the light and looking at it carefully.
Like most pocket watches, it will reflect several cold short arrows under the light. It's just that my previous pocket watch had blue light, so this watch seems a bit more common.
However, the previous watch could not be found due to sudden changes. I hope that through subsequent actions, I can have it again.
Although a pocket watch can be used as a transfer station to use my powers, it is not the original one after all. Not only is it uncomfortable to use, but if I look closely, I will find that the surface of this pocket watch is full of scratches and rust, but the corners and edges are brand new.
No need to think about it, it specifies how much it is affected by my power.
But if this continues, one day it will become fragmented because it cannot stand the mixture of old and new.
Forget it, I’ll buy some wholesale another day.
After all, this is the mafia, and it is an endless war.
I closed my eyes and absorbed the presence of light in the night.
What is the intersection between light and darkness?
Two months later.
There is always a rumor spreading like wildfire among the Port Mafia recently: The leader Mori Ogai somehow recruited a god of death who can control time.
The god of death was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. According to insiders, he always wears a black hoodie and black overalls, and pursues "the ultimate homicide" in his life. But because his strength is so strong, his dream cannot be realized so far.
With such an iconic clue, even though some people are not qualified to see the God of Death at all, they all have a general word in their hearts - fear.
It is the instinctive fear of the weak towards the strong.
"Hey, Kirihara!" Nakahara Chuuya pushed open my door with a bang, breathing heavily and looking really anxious.
"What, what's wrong?" I struggled to sit up from the bed, raised my wrist and looked at my watch. It was only about 6:10 now.
"The chief will see you sometimes."
"Ah, okay!" I jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on my clothes, and followed Zhongyuan Zhongya out of the room.
"By the way, Chuuya," I locked the door and asked in confusion, "I clearly remember that I locked the door before going to bed last night...how did you open it?"
"Oh, this, mackerel pried it open."
"..."
I glanced helplessly at the ceiling glowing with morning light, and suddenly there was only one sentence left in my mind: As expected of you, the Yokohama Unlocking King!
…
Dong dong dong——
It was Nakahara Chuuya knocking on the door.
"Come in." Mori Ogai's familiar voice came from inside the door.
"leader."
"leader."
Nakahara Chuuya and I took off our hats and said hello.
"Chuuya, please go out and wait for a while. I have something to say to Azawa alone."
Hearing the sound, Nakahara Zhongya and I exchanged puzzled looks. The latter hesitated for a moment, bowed and exited the room.
"Azawa, do you still remember your first mission two months ago?" Mori Ogai crossed his fingers, rested his elbows on the brown wooden table in front of him, and looked at him kindly.
"Remember." I straightened my back and said.
"The organization that attacked us was found out, and its name is Carrier Pigeon."
"Carrier pigeon?" My voice was surprisingly hoarse.
"Yes, just after Han Fei said his name this morning, he turned into a ball of white feathers and ran away... It's strange, isn't it? Dazai obviously didn't use his powers to control him before."
"Doesn't this look like a design?" I asked, looking at Mori Ogai with my eyes.
"But it's very useful." Ogai Mori stood up with a long look in his eyes. "According to the investigation, Homing Pigeon has been hiding under the skin of a company that specializes in online articles for many years, but secretly it is doing something similar to us... It's really Interesting."
"Since they are not much different from us, what is the significance of sir calling me here today?"
"Ah... because his leader has some information that I am very interested in." Mori Ogai shook his head, and then finally gave me some peripheral vision, "But it's a pity that someone with such strength is equal to us. Organizations cannot win by fighting.”
"So, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, let you go to the company where the carrier pigeon belongs and work as an undercover agent." Mori Ogai's body turned completely around, and he faced me with a faint smile.
It's the devil's smile.
