I knocked on the door.
Chuuya stood behind me, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the door.
I remained calm, but actually I was very helpless.
This scene is so familiar.
"Come in~" A few seconds later, a childish voice responded.
Following Chuuya's eyes, I opened the door respectfully. Alice sat on Mori Ogai's chair with her legs crossed, like a little adult.
At this time, I felt someone tugging at the hem of my clothes, and when I lowered my head, I saw it was Chuuya: he was kneeling on one knee with a respectful expression.
With no other choice, I followed him and bowed, lowering my head and no longer looking at the girl with a smile on her face.
"Alice-chan~ I prepared a new chair for you~ It has white lace on it, and the cushions are also very soft. It's made of velvet~~"
As a result, Mori Ogai, who ran out of the back room with a child's chair in his arms, almost stumbled over his two hand-picked cadres.
"You didn't see anything."
"I've been blinding the leader since I walked in."
Mori Ogai cleared his throat: "Long time no see, Azawa."
"There was an accident, Chief." I joked.
Mori Ogai's crow-feather eyelashes suddenly flashed, and he caressed his left hand with his right hand without saying a word. I don't know if he believed it or not.
"Nothing will happen to a good boy." His voice stood out in the silent air.
My heart beat wildly for a moment.
"But children are allowed to make mistakes." Mori Ogai walked over and stroked my chin with one hand, forcing me to raise my head. "I heard that you also saw the 'Shapeshifter'?"
I was frightened by this unfamiliar term, and it was Chuuya who explained it to me.
"Yes, leader." Chuuya said.
Mori Ogai chuckled and looked away: "They have been pestering Mafia for some time. It has been a long time since anyone has been so bold."
"Chief, please trust me and Kirihara, we can handle it." Chuuya raised his head, his tone a little urgent.
"Of course I believe you," Mori Ogai sat back in his chair, "but Azawa is tired after running around for so long. I heard that your room was damaged by Kajii's bomb... After repairing it, I will stay in your room first. Take five days off."
Immediately afterwards, he said to Zhongya: "Zhongya, Azawa will be asking you for this period of time."
"Yes, chief."
"Go ahead."
…
My room was shrouded in a faint blue light and returned to its original appearance after a while.
The facilities in the house are very simple, much like a room with a cold personality that does not often stay with family members.
"There is something missing." Chuuya stepped forward, took out a small thing from his pocket, and held it in his hand.
"What?"
I took it and found it was an old pocket watch.
I lost my pocket watch at that time and bought it temporarily. I didn't expect that he still kept it.
I took it and hung it on the hook behind me.
Oddly enough, there aren't many things in this room that can be used for storage, but this is the only one that's empty.
I have every reason to suspect that it was used to hang this pocket watch.
Chuuya put his hand on the brim of his hat, and a large shadow fell like a gloom, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was like a breeze.
"Let's go." He turned and left, his cloak spread open, looking carefree.
I waved my hand, thinking that I finally had some alone space to consider my new identity.
But in fact, Chuuya was not more than five meters away from me. After he closed the door, he leaned against the door quietly.
But he only followed Mori Ogai's instructions to monitor me and not let me leave the room, and he had a little selfish intention of chatting with me, so my every move was not taken seriously by them.
Just chatting about one thing or another, I turned to a diary.
This diary should have been light green at first, but it turned yellow-green due to being left under the bed for a long time.
I took a deep breath and blew away the dust on the diary. They scattered like flying insects and disappeared without a trace.
Because it was another self's diary, I opened it without any burden.
The time on the diary is the day ten years ago when Kirihara Sawa was picked up by Mori Ogai and brought back to the Port Mafia.
The young man who wrote this diary obviously did not have the rich inner activities that I did at that time. He only roughly wrote down what happened that day and his questions about the future.
The remaining articles are basically close to mission records. They basically record the mission location, mission time, mission content and the number of people beheaded.
It can be seen from this that Kirihara is a mafia who kills decisively and performs tasks very well, because the tasks he takes over basically have two words written on them: success. Some of these tasks were taken over by him from others.
This means that as long as he takes action on any task, he will definitely succeed, regardless of whether he has succeeded or failed in the hands of others.
This can also explain why I have been invisible to Mafia for so long. But Mori Ogai still chose forgiveness and light punishment.
I then turned back the diary.
Obviously, as of September 23, Kirihara Sawa no longer recorded anything about the mission.
He wrote on September 24: There is a gap in my memory, which is not a good phenomenon. There were several times when I was clearly in my house and the next moment I was in a completely unfamiliar place.
There are no injuries or blood on my body, I just lost part of my memory inexplicably.
I didn't tell the leader because he wasn't serious and it didn't affect the completion of the mission. If I tell him, it will affect my daily life.
But what happened today is intolerable.
My room was destroyed by myself and I lost my old pocket watch. I don't know if someone did it on purpose or if I just dropped it somewhere.
I decided to go on my own to find the lost pocket watch, which was really important to me.
I only talked to Kajii about this matter.
I told him that the leader had something for me to do, and that during the course of the mission, someone would destroy my house. You don’t need to protect it, but you have to say that it was you who blew it up.
I didn't tell him the reason why I wanted him to do this, and Kajii obviously didn't want to hear it. He just resisted fiercely, and he didn't want to take the blame.
I understand.
But I would never allow this ruined house to be discovered by others. So I promised Kajii that he could use my room for additional laboratories until I came back.
He happily agreed.
This is a very worthwhile deal.
After the arrangements were made, I left that night without telling Chuuya or Dazai.
As for this diary, I will hide it under the bed. Kajii cannot destroy it.
I have a hunch that this trip is destined to be difficult, but I hope I can be safe.
I closed the diary and it's hard to describe what I felt at that time.
Kirihara's character is somewhat different from the one I created, and there is also a certain deviation from the impression of people who know him well, which means that he is disguised in front of others.
I lay on my back on the bed. Kirihara Sawa's story had actually begun the moment I established him. It's just that we walked alone on different timelines and didn't notice each other.
Could it be the "book" causing trouble?
Why did it attack me?
At this time, I heard someone knocking on the window. I turned my head and met a pair of blue eyes.
Those were Alice's eyes.
Is a shapeshifter.
At that moment, this term suddenly broke into my mind.
