Tap tap tap——
The three of them were walking in the corridor of the Hong Kong Heilongjiang Building with their own thoughts.
"Kirihara, we must meet Mr. Mori later." Chuuya nodded at me, which meant that we should put aside the matter of treating the wound first.
"That's what I planned too." I nodded in agreement.
Akutagawa was silent, with a bad expression on his face.
I have no intention of paying attention to him. Anyway, Zhongya is by my side. Can you hurt me?
When I walked to the door of Mori Ogai's office, I looked at the door in my memory and took a deep breath.
Sure enough, I'm still a little nervous.
"Chief," Chuuya knocked on the door, "it's me."
"It's Chuuya, come in." Mori Ogai responded.
Akutagawa and I stood guard outside the door, waiting for instructions.
"Watanabe, what on earth are you doing?" Akutagawa couldn't help it, and barely restrained his murderous intent, and asked hoarsely.
"I'm not that person," I paused, "Also, don't talk to senior in such a condescending tone. Although, you have the strength to complete my great death."
"..." Akutagawa was silent. Is this person really not Watanabe Siye?
"Kirihara," Chuuya greeted me, "come in."
I gave Akutagawa one final dangerous glance and walked into the office.
Next, the stage will be handed over to me, the new actor.
"Azawa." Mori Ogai greeted.
I raised my head and met his gaze without fear. Mori Ogai's eyes are still so sharp, his expression is calm and composed, and his smile hides a knife.
Alice also had the same smile as him, and her hands were filled with colors from red oil pastels.
Like blood.
Under everyone's gaze, I took a few steps forward, and then half-knelt in front of him.
This man, still smiling, accepted my submission lightly, as if everything was under his control.
"Mr. Mori," my voice was hoarse, as if I was really overly excited, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"Just come back." He gently stroked the top of my head.
"Chief, Kirihara's injury..." Chuuya mentioned it lightly.
"Can't Azue handle these injuries by himself?" He was referring to my superpower.
The ugly look on my face only lasted for a moment, and then was suppressed by the incomparable fanaticism: "There is someone who can curb my powers so that I can't recover from my injuries after the war..."
"It's such a pity. I almost thought I could complete the ultimate suicide, but unfortunately I was still slightly better than them."
"That's it..." Mori Ogai's smile stopped for half a second. It is estimated that he has not forgotten the shadow that my "homicide" brought to him.
I can't help it, I feel a little proud. Mr. Sen, the children you brought out don't seem to be normal.
"Then Azawa can't use his own strength to conquer the new generation," Ogai Mori caressed my raised cheek lovingly, "Those children are very dissatisfied with your origins."
Mori Ogai, this pervert, really wants to test my strength to see if I am a qualified chess piece for him.
"My origin?" I decided to change the subject.
"Have you forgotten? Chuuya, come and tell him. Azawa, get up, this is not your fault." A trace of regret flashed across his face, and he must have been pretending.
"Yes." Chuuya nodded and told me everything.
To be honest, it is quite strange to listen to a familiar person talking about familiar things, and I am obviously more familiar with the person involved, but I have to pretend that I am not familiar with it at all!
Moreover, I have to follow the ups and downs of the story and keep changing my expressions. This is the most tiring thing!
After all, the old fox Mori Ogai is still here, and he will be found out if he is not careful.
"That's all." Chuuya smiled. His evaluation and description were fair, and I sounded quite comfortable.
Imagine what would have happened if Tagore had narrated this story.
This kid from Mafia deliberately XXX, he XXX every time, dirty my pure white feather!
I shook my head, suppressing a smile.
"I didn't expect that so many things would happen after that," I suppressed my shock, "No wonder..."
"It's normal for juniors to look down on you, but I believe Kirihara can prove himself with his strength." Chuuya looked at me with confidence.
I responded with a look that looked retarded. If I were half as strong as you, I would dare to climb up with all four legs broken.
"Come on, Azawa," Mori Ogai stood up with a smile and opened his arms, "When I heal your injury, you can go and show off Port Mafia's old strength!"
Well, how should I put it.
After hearing this sentence, my heart was probably vomiting blood.
Sure enough, Mafia’s top management are all a group of very confident middle school students!
Mori Ogai, let me tell you, if I really come back alive this time in the hands of juniors, you will look down on me if you don’t give me a cadre!
"Go," Mori Ogai completely stopped demonstrating the color in his eyes, "go back to normal. This is your real life, Azawa! Chuuya!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
Chuuya and I knelt down on one knee and surrendered at the feet of this man.
The brilliance of the setting sun slowly shines in, it is a bloody land!
...
The next day.
The wounds on my body hurt so much that I always forgot that my left arm was broken. Every time I used it, a heartbreaking pain would spread to my heart.
I'm miserable about this.
It's obvious that a supernatural power can solve the problem, but I still have to grit my teeth and hold on. Fortunately, Mori Ogai will be able to treat me later.
He was as skillful in treating people as he was in killing people.
After I briefly freshened up, I took out the detective agency’s mobile phone.
This phone has been kept close to me since I entered the area where Hong Kong gangsters are stationed. Now that I took it out, my first thing was to see if Dazai had any next instructions.
Sure enough, there was a message prompt for him on the mobile phone page.
Dazai Osamu: Today is the second day since I left Si Yejun. I miss him, I miss him~
My face turned dark.
Me: Mr. Dazai, I’m here.
Ding dong——
Dazai replied instantly.
Dazai Osamu: I have told others that you have disappeared. How are you doing there? ♪(^∇^*)
Me: Fortunately, Youzhong is there, no one doubts me.
Dazai Osamu: = ͟͟͞͞(꒪⌓꒪*)
Osamu Dazai: That’s good…
Me: But there is a trouble at the moment.
Me: Mori Ogai wants me to knock Akutagawa down and gain the trust of the Mafia juniors.
Me: What should I do?
Osamu Dazai: Akutagawa? That guy is very weak, Si Yejun must be fine! ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و
Me: ⊙▽⊙
Me: Mr. Dazai, are you kidding me?
Me: I can’t even beat Adun!
Dazai Osamu: That must be Siye-kun, after all, I know your strength very well!
Osamu Dazai: You, Adun, and Akutagawa are all my good disciples! As a master, how can I not know your strength!
Dazai Osamu: Siye-kun, I have to go and do some work, please come on~*罒▽罒*~
I put on my phone with a sad look on my face. Dazai must be joking!
