But what happened at that time was like Furuzawa Qianjima's delusion. Dazai Osamu did not appear in front of him again, but became Nakahara Chuuya who occasionally ran to help or read some comic books in the store.
The other members were too late to hide when they saw Furuzawa Qiandao. Only a few children who were inexplicably jealous and had a good impression of themselves would stay here for a while from time to time, or come to share what happened to the sheep recently.
Several times, thanks to these people, I was able to snatch back a few deceitful and young members from some organizations that did not know the benefits and were involved in human/human trafficking.
——Any organization that dares to offend the sheep will naturally end up being destroyed on the spot by Furuzawa Qiandao.
Even though those people were not good people, and he had even let go of some people whose crimes would not lead to death, he knew that he was now numb to the life flowing through his fingers.
Not long after Dazai Osamu came to the bookstore that day, news of the death of the old port mafia leader suddenly spread throughout the streets.
At the same time, before he died, he left a last message to his chief physician Mori Ogai. Everyone who heard it felt that the doctor was causing trouble, or that the old leader had indeed gone insane due to illness.
Everyone is waiting to see the joke of the port mafia. A doctor who cannot convince the public becomes their leader. I am afraid that he will become one of the victims of internal fighting in less than half a month.
——No one knows that Mori Ogai has already secretly mobilized many people. Even if it is not enough to make people take notice, people who know people well will not let the port mafia decline. Subordinates do not need to be too obedient, as long as they do not disobey. The important instructions he gave were enough for the time being.
However, the only good thing about this incident is probably that it ended the old leader’s unreasonable evil deeds and frequent firefights before his death. Since Mori Ogai came to power, Yokohama has gradually changed from the ever-night nightmare dominated by the port mafia. Come to your senses.
But this does not mean that Yokohama is safe. Conflicts are more frequent in places where fish and dragons are mixed. It seems that before the beast can react, most organizations begin to frantically vent the desires and malice accumulated in their hearts during this period. People dying for mutual annexation and benefit can be seen almost everywhere.
Only at this moment did Furuzawa Qiandao suddenly feel the sense of fate that "the gears of fate begin to turn at this moment."
Even though he already knew that Mori Ogai was destined to usurp the throne, when he heard the news, although he felt that it was expected, he was actually relieved at the same time.
——Even if it is an unexpected existence, it does not seem to have a particularly big impact on the original plot.
It seems that my "butterfly" has no ability to cause hurricanes.
He looked at the happy sheep members downstairs. Zhongyuan Zhongya was among them, looking like stars over the moon. The real bright smile on his face showed that he had a good relationship with those companions.
Shirase and others are the same. Some people realize that there is no need to fight for the sheep, or they temporarily suppress their restlessness and start learning to do something. Others know that they can also be a romantic child, and the relationship between them is better. .
Companion?...
Furuzawa Qiandao lowered his eyes, and his brown-red hair looked like the tail of a burning flame in the soft light.
"It would be great if it could keep going."
Will anything change when he leaves? Everything Sheep is showing now is as fake as the moon in the water that can break at the touch of a touch, because they have the confidence of two people with super powers, the ability to support each other, the companions who are partial to the children, and the barrier to protect them.
The time when he left was not a good time, but it also showed whether Yang trusted Zhongyuan Zhongya and whether he could really survive on his own.
——He admitted that this was a test that had been prepared for a long time, and the object was to see whether the sheep would fall apart.
At this time, Nakahara Chuya looked up and saw Furuzawa Qiandao. He said something to the person next to him, and under his doubtful gaze, he flew directly to the second floor and sat on the rusty railing.
"Hey, I always see you alone...aren't you bored?" Nakahara Chuya put on a chatting attitude and glanced down, "Or do you like the bird's-eye view?"
Since just now, he has wanted to call people down. To be honest, he often looks down at others. I have to say that sometimes he feels good, but most of the time it is when the panicked enemy looks up.
Furuzawa Qiandao waved his hand, turned around and leaned against the railing, saying: "No, I'm just hiding for a while...I just coaxed away a group of children."
They are not of the same age, they are really a group of nine or ten-year-old children. Because they are still young, they mostly watch during the training. They only have a vague impression of Furuzawa Qiandao, and are not like the other slightly older members. Just keep a respectful distance from yourself.
"Huh? So it's those guys," Nakahara Chuya chuckled, "I thought you preferred to be alone. It's like a smart person's sense of isolation?"
"Occasionally...but it seems that you really like the feeling of being surrounded by them." Furuzawa Qiandao suddenly raised his head and looked at Nakahara Chuuya, "Wait a minute, shouldn't I be like this in the eyes of others?"
"No - you just said it casually, what are you really doing?" Zhongyuan Zhongya laughed, turned his head after finishing speaking, and almost bumped into the person who raised his eyes.
Two pairs of similar blue eyes met at a close distance, and they were suddenly frightened by each other. Their slightly widened eyes revealed the panic in their eyes, and you could even feel their breaths intertwined for a moment.
Until one person suddenly stepped away, forgetting that he had special powers and almost fell off the railing.
Just as Furuzawa Qiandao was trying to hold Nakahara Chuuya back, he slowly floated up first, looking at him with particularly horrified eyes.
"Why are you looking up suddenly?!"
Furusawa Qiandao pursed his lips and was silent for two seconds. His face turned red and dark, and he closed his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "...The evildoer will complain first, right? It's obvious that you didn't pay attention -"
"Huh?! I just trusted you so much that I didn't even think of paying attention to what was going on behind the scenes!" Zhongyuan Zhongya quickly raised his voice to defend himself - even he himself didn't know what he was arguing for, "Unexpected ! Just an accident!”
"Okay... this is indeed an accident." Furuza Qiandao hurriedly walked down the slope and stroked the man who had already shouted out his tongue.
Fortunately, he didn't want to dwell on such an embarrassing issue. It was just an accidental incident, where they accidentally bumped into each other. They were so close that even roommates wearing the same pair of pants would have such jokes.
Thinking of this, Furuzawa Qiandao accepted the accident very easily, and the slight heat on his face also dropped.
But it was obvious that Nakahara Chuuya, who was only fourteen years old, had not experienced repeated temper tantrums. He was not as calm as Mirai. He could not convince himself so quickly. He stared at Furuzawa Qiandao for a while, and finally said nothing. I nodded and ran back to the first floor to play board games with the members.
Then Furuzawa Qiandao was on the railing on the middle floor, watching his irritable attitude from head to toe, losing three games in a row and drinking nearly a third of the bottle of wine.
…Wait a minute, where does the wine come from?
He straightened up like a meerkat aware of danger, squinting his eyes and staring at the bottles picked up by the group. The fruit drink he had always thought of just now turned out to be just an appearance, and the children's tricks never failed to amuse them.
"I said you guys..."
Gu Zaiqian took out the grappling hook he bought with a lot of money, attached it with supernatural powers, and snatched the "juice" from those people's hands before the incident was revealed before they could react.
He smelled at the mouth of the bottle, and sure enough, there was a strong aroma of wine, so the relaxed expression on his face quickly turned into a cold one, and his dagger-like gaze pierced the member who was holding the wine just now.
Do you think the prohibition on alcohol during this period made you feel lonely? !
If it weren't for Nakahara Chuuya losing too much all at once and the clues showing on his face, he might still not know that the juice was fake.
The member being watched knew in his heart that he had been discovered, and subconsciously stood up straight, looking at the sky and the ground without raising his head.
The people next to him were afraid of being trained again, so they simply identified their "accomplices" and turned their fingers, "Yes, it was Shogo's idea! We just helped hide part of it!"
"Part of it?" Furuzawa Qiandao raised his eyebrows and walked to the table.
At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongya was already dizzy under the influence of high concentration of alcohol, smashed the table and shouted: "Come again! I will never let you win again!"
Furuzawa Qiandao, who came over there, was still questioning the crime. Without any effort, they betrayed the members who helped store and transport the wine to the collective, and they were asked to do cleaning work and be detained for half a month.
Shirase unexpectedly did not appear among their group this time. It seems that he has been carefully improving himself recently.
He stood and discussed with most of the ten people, and then asked them to start implementing it tomorrow according to the past regulations. The drunken Zhongyuan Zhongya also allowed this kind of behavior, so he could not avoid it, but he still looked like he was not doing it. When he came back to his senses, he had to wait until tomorrow to tell the other party about the matter.
"Huh?! Why don't you guys play anymore! Do you think I can't afford to lose?!" Nakahara Chuuya's high-pitched voice stood out among the others. There was no table for him to beat, so he started to think about himself. Step on the chair, point into the void and yell.
Furuzawa Qiandao sighed while holding his forehead, reaching out to grab the person who was still planning to run into the sky, and said: "Zhongya, no one thinks you can afford to lose... Don't step on the chair, they will have to sit down later."
He was afraid that later, even the chair would be broken open by being stepped on by Nakahara Chuuya without paying attention.
"Huh? Qiandao? You, you..." Nakahara Chuuya turned around and looked at Furuzawa Qiandao. After stammering for a while, he really got off the chair obediently.
Furuzawa Qiandao breathed a sigh of relief and helped the person sit down on the original chair. The onlookers saw that the really drunk person seemed to have been comforted and ran out of the area in despair.
Great, it prevented Chuuya from causing unnecessary loss of items.
Just when he was still thinking about how to let people stay here alone, so that he could get some sober medicine, there was a sudden pull from the direction with his back to Nakahara Chuuya, and the receding collar almost strangled him, and his knees were heavy He hit the ground and faced Nakahara Chuuya sideways in a strange half-kneeling posture.
Furuzawa Qiandao's face was twisted hard by his hands, and he raised his head to face him. Nakahara Chuya himself frowned, with an inexplicably serious expression. There was probably an element of drunkenness in those blue eyes, which were deep and unblinking, as if Trying to see clearly what I look like.
"Finally I saw...Qian Island."
What did you see? See yourself? What happened to yourself?
Furuzawa Qiandao didn't move, and gradually twisted his posture into a slightly more comfortable state. He watched in shock as Nakahara Chuuya got a little closer, and it became the same situation as before, as if his breathing was staggered.
"Qiandao...who are you?" Nakahara Chuuya's words made Furuzawa Qiandao's pupils shrink suddenly, "In addition to thinking about my own life experience, I have always been curious about this matter. "
But the next second he let go again, shook his head, ran his fingers through the ends of his brown-red hair, released his hands, and supported himself on the chair between his legs.
He was a bit doubtful whether the other party was drunk or not. Maybe he was only half or six points drunk at most?
Nakahara Zhongya looked at Furuzawa Qiandao and denied the question word by word: "No, you are Qiandao... you are my companion."
Or...family.
