hat and bandage

As night falls, the city of Yokohama is brightly lit, and the timeline that belongs to the alternation of day and dusk has passed. The forces hidden in the dark corners are also active. The shadows shrouded in Yokohama are beginning to move, and darkness and danger are lurking in inconspicuous places. The spread of sound.

However, for Chuya Nakahara, who is in a bad mood, there is no need to worry at all.

——I'm afraid there are no small powers that don't have long-sightedness to dare to provoke this person at this time.

In the familiar Yokohama site, Nakahara also had a cold face, turning into a dark alley familiarly, and occasionally a gangster with malicious intentions would see the slender figure of a young man with a conspiracy, but when he saw the orange Mr. Fa Xiao's so-called gorgeous face is like a ghost's fierce eyes, and he can't help but flinch from time to time.

That was an aura that was absolutely not to be provoked, even the lowest-level hooligans who didn't understand anything would be so frightened by such a vicious look that they dare not break out in cold sweat and dare not move.

After turning around several times, Chuya stopped in front of a shop.With a creak, the door was pushed open by him from the outside, and along with the crisp sound of the doorbell being pushed, Zhong Yuanzhong's slightly deep voice sounded.

"Hey, boss, serve me a glass of whiskey."

Zhong also stepped into the orange light, pulled out the red high stool at the bar, and sat on it with a sullen face.

This is a remote underground bar. In Yokohama, where one-third of the power is ruled by the port mafia, there are only a few underground bars in this gray area, and this one has a long history. Before I left the mafia, I would often come over for a drink with my colleagues during off-duty time.

Counting the time, I haven't been here for more than four years. After all, I want to avoid the sight of the mafia. I have to avoid setting foot in places like this that he especially liked to come to in the past, but now he is in a trance and wants to find a place to drink alone When I was there, I came here unknowingly.

What is this, because I can't face my current colleagues temporarily, so I instinctively come to a place where they can't find them?

...Then do you have the face to meet the eldest sister and the leader?Coming here, it will only be a matter of time before they know about it.

Zhongya propped his face with one hand, his eyelids drooped, and the shadows blocked the light in those beautiful blue eyes, making them look much dimmer.

Jin Du came in, and he was too lazy to go out. Anyway, at this time, everyone in the Mafia was probably busy with the follow-up work of the organizational war. On the one hand, the information about him in the detective agency may have already reached the ears of Chief Mori, and the other party may only raise his hand if he wants to find him.

It doesn't matter if it's exposed or not.

Zhong Yuan also thought, tonight is enough to be upset, so it doesn't matter if you indulge a little bit.

"Oh my, this is really a face I haven't seen for a long time." The boss raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes widened slightly when he saw the person coming, and he flashed a look of astonishment, but he quickly restrained himself and showed a considerate smile.He put down the wine glass he was wiping in his hand, and unhurriedly opened a bottle of good whiskey for the visitor.

The boss is a white-haired old man, although he is old, but his back is straight, his appearance is gentle and kind, like a polite gentleman, but Zhong Yuanzhong is also quite aware of the identity of the other party, the real identity under the innocent appearance He is a former freedom killer in the other world. He retired due to injury ten years ago. He has no intention of staying in the other world. He simply traded his information for protection from the port mafia and opened an underground bar nearby.

In terms of character, it’s not bad, I don’t talk too much, because I still need the protection of the port mafia, so I can barely be regarded as a member of the maintenance mafia, and because I have the ability to protect myself, those who don’t have eyes and dare to provoke have already been dealt with. It's seven or eight, now there are basically no guys who dare to make trouble in this bar.

The most important thing is that the quality of the foreign wine here is quite good. Although it can't be compared with the kind of fine wine he collected with a lot of money in the past, it is much better than the ones circulating in the market.

"Long time no see, Chuya-sama, is it still the same as before? Add crushed ice?"

"Ah...it's fine, please."

There were no other people in this underground bar. On the night when the combination battle ended, all parties were busy, and they knew they would not get off work so soon. This bar is basically open to people in the gray area, and the location is remote. There are a small number of white people who know the address and rarely come during this time period.

The old boss calmly took out a glass, shoveled a few pieces of crushed ice from the freezer and poured it into the glass. The whiskey reflected a beautiful amber streamer under the orange light.

"Glenlivet's Scotch malt whiskey, a new product that just arrived yesterday, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Zhong also raised his eyes, stretched out his right hand to pick up the glass of wine, and shook it.He frowned so much that he could tie a knot, murmured indistinctly for a while, and suddenly put the glass to his mouth, suffocating all the wine in one gulp.

The strong smell of alcohol fills the mouth, burns the throat a little, and is very choking, but it also seems to slightly numb the painful and tangled emotions, and the high alcohol above 40 degrees immediately plays its role - the alcohol content is not too good. Orange hair A blush appeared on Mr. Xiao's fair face.He kept shaking the wine glass, and shook a piece of crushed ice into his mouth. He bit his white teeth into pieces three or two times, and the cool crushed ice swallowed down his throat, and fell slightly into his body. the heat.

"Give me another drink."

The boss paused for a second, and took the wine glass smoothly.

This time, however, he added ginger ale to the whiskey and put a few extra cubes of ice in an attempt to reduce the alcohol concentration.

"Master Chuya, drinking like this is too irritating to the stomach. This is not a mild and low-alcohol wine." The boss said, "Whiskey not only burns the throat and makes you drunk, but also makes it impossible to taste the taste of good wine. It's a pity that the way you drink it... Even if it's you, I have to say a few words."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, took out his own card, and handed it to the old man in front of him, "I'm probably going to get drunk, so I'll give you the card, and you can deduct as much as I drink later, no need Pay attention to me."

The boss took the card and temporarily put it away, because the age relationship is always better than that of young people. His deep eyes quietly watched the orange-haired youth in front of him.

Chuya Nakahara, one of the two blacks, is still a young child in the eyes of this old man with his incomparably powerful Gravity Force.

The old man thought, speaking of it, the first time that Zhongyuan Zhongye had a serious drink was in his bar, or he introduced the types of wine to the other party while chatting.Unexpectedly, time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, that immature boy has become a part of history.

However, I haven't seen him for more than four years, and Mr. Chuya hasn't changed much from his appearance.

"I've heard an old saying that it's even worse to get rid of your sorrows with alcohol. Although I don't know what you are worrying about, Mr. Chuya, but you can't solve any problems by getting drunk to escape."

The old man looked at Zhongya biting his wine glass with a blank expression, but he didn't seem to want to take another breath, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to pick up the wine glass and white cloth that he had wiped earlier.

"If there is any distress, I can listen to it, but Mr. Chuya probably won't tell me."

After all, on the bright side, the old man is still a member of the harbor mafia forces, and from a natural standpoint, he is opposed to the defected Zhongye.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also took a sip of his wine.

"Will I, a traitor, come here and cause you trouble?"

"No." The old man didn't change his expression, his smile remained the same, "In the end, I'm just a bar owner. No matter who the guests are, I have no reason to refuse them."

"It's better to say that at my age, it's a pleasant surprise to meet old customers I haven't seen for a long time."

Chuya: "There is really no reason to reject them. After all, although you say you are a bar owner, in essence, you mainly make a living by selling information to the port mafia and other forces. Naturally, you will never drive away A guest who can provide information."

"I can't help it, I still have to make ends meet." The old man was unhurried, showing a meaningful expression, "It's just that Chuya-sama knew this, so he still came to my place to drink."

Zhong also showed a self-deprecating smile, drank another glass of wine and two glasses of whiskey, his head was already a little dizzy because he was not a good drinker.

"It doesn't matter." Zhong also said to himself, "Boss, have another drink."

Zhong Yuanzhong, as he said before, seems to have come here just to get drunk.

The boss didn't ask anything, just observed calmly, and poured another glass of wine according to the other party's request.

The orange-haired young man got drunk easily as he wished, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was not a good drinker, even grabbed the end of his hair and yelled viciously.

"That bastard mackerel... self-serving piece of crap, crazy freak—"

The old man is not surprised, he has heard enough of these words since the day he met Nakahara Chuya.Dazai Osamu is the only man who can make this hearty and popular man who can't forget to complain and scold him even when he's drunk.

The vicissitudes of the bar owner's eyes casually noticed Zhong Yuan's strange hands. His left hand was bare/exposed, and his slender and slender fingers were very beautiful. They were as white as precious porcelain jade. There is a layer of faint red, and the contrast is even more conspicuous on the dark bar counter while holding a fist hammer. The old man noticed with sharp eyes that the circle on the other party's ring finger is slightly whiter than the surrounding skin, as if he was wearing something before this. ; while his right hand was wearing a fine black leather glove, his asymmetrical hands were not Chuya Nakahara's usual style.

In addition, Zhongyuan Zhong, who had defected for four years, rarely came back to get drunk. The old man who is good at collecting information can get part of the truth without much guesswork.

So, the bar owner thought slowly, Dazai-sama is totally unsuitable as a companion.

Zhong Ye poured it into his mouth almost as if venting. In the end, the boss couldn't even look at it, and quietly replaced the high-strength whiskey with low-strength fruit wine, but the other party didn't notice it at all.

The old man looked helplessly at the little orange-haired gentleman who had no strength to scold at the end, folded his hands on the bar counter, and fell asleep leaning on his hands, and sighed softly.

"I just said that I've grown up, but now it seems that I'm still a child, Mr. Chuya."

The old man was talking to himself, but he went to the backstage to find a thin quilt. He picked up the little Zhongyuan Zhongya by the waist, put him on the sofa not far away, let him lie flat, and put the quilt on his back. Cover each other.

The owner of the bar is like a British gentleman, he does all the actions in a leisurely manner, his every move has a sense of elegance, he walks to the door with his hands behind his back, hangs the closed sign outside the door, and even turns off the lights A few lamps made the light in the house much softer, to a level that did not affect sleep.

"Just take care of old customers and suspend business for one night."

Anyway, the old man said in his heart, the information obtained today is already worth the value of tonight.

The bar owner went back to clean up the wine glasses that Zhongyuan Zhongye had drank for a table, and slowly cleaned and wiped them.

Time suddenly slowed down, and the retro clock on the wall passed slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a buzzing vibration, and the phone in the old man's pocket rang.

"Your Excellency Sen."

The old man answered the phone calmly and spoke first.

"...Yes, as you expected, Mr. Chuya came here to drink tonight."

"It seems that there is a big conflict with Dazai-sama."

"Lord Chuya's current location?" The old man raised his eyes slowly, looking at the orange-haired young man who was frowning and uncomfortable even when he was asleep on the sofa. After a pause for a few seconds, he turned his gaze to the door.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Mori." The old man said, "Master Chuya was picked up."

"...Why didn't you stop me? Ah, your Excellency was joking, I'm just an old man, I can only make a living by buying and selling wine, and selling anecdotes told to me by customers. I'm old, and I can't compete with young people gone."

The owner of the underground bar skillfully played Tai Chi with the man on the other end of the phone. Old people of this age will never be impatient, and their tone is slow and watertight.

After he hung up the phone, the old man finally wiped the last cup clean and put it away. He turned his gentle eyes to the door, and he waited for a while, "Master Dazai, if you stay at the door at night, you will catch a cold." .”

"..."

There was silence again.

Squeak, the door of this underground bar was pushed open again with the crisp sound of the bell hitting the door.

The black-haired man who walked in was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, holding a mobile phone in a bandaged hand, and he put it in his pocket, looking at the old man at the bar with his kite-colored eyes, and said in a tone as if he was just passing by, "It's been a long time No, Mr. Milton." There was no guilt of being discovered.

After the quarrel, Dazai found him all the way by relying on the tracker that was quietly placed on Nakahara Chuya's body. He kept watching the red dot on the phone screen from a distance, silently calculating in his heart the approximate time it would take for the other party to get drunk, and made sure that the other party would definitely not be drunk. After realizing his own existence, he leaned against the door of the bar and listened quietly to the movement inside.

until called out by the boss.

The old man known as Milton looked at Dazai quietly, his eyes stayed for a few seconds on Dazai's slightly funny cheeks that were punched by someone, red, swollen and bruised at the moment.

It's obvious who hit it.

When Dazai stepped on his feet and walked gently to Nakahara Chuya, the old man looked at him quietly, and when the black-haired man reached out to touch Nakahara Chuya, he suddenly spoke abruptly, with a slightly unpleasant tone. mean.

"I've known adults in China for a long time, but it's the first time I've seen that child look so angry and helpless."

Dazai paused, and looked up at the old man.

"Even in a normal society, Mr. Chuya is a very rare pure person. He has a clear distinction between love and hate, and he can hold up and let go of everything. As long as he doesn't stand on the opposite side, he is even easy to soften his heart." Mir Without hesitation, Dun said gently, "He's a very coaxable kid."

"The kindness of a drop of water is reciprocated by the fountain. As long as you show affection to Mr. Chuya, the child will definitely repay you with all your heart and soul. He remembers every kindness, which is a very rare quality in this era." Milton said He said, with a trace of helplessness on his calm face.

"So, Mr. Dazai, why are you putting so much tension on your relationship?"

The old man has a pair of deep eyes.

"Being a little more honest will make it easier for both of you."

Dazai took off his sand-colored windbreaker, hugged Nakahara Nakaya, raised his eyebrows at Milton, his face was gloomy, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Milton, you really care about Zhongye. You are obviously a irascible little man, and it is easy to attract the attention of the elders by accident. Whether it is Miss Hongye or you, it obviously has nothing to do with it."

The former killer, now the owner of the underground bar and information dealer, looked at Osamu Dazai calmly.

"So - it's really disgusting, I want to vomit in disgust, it's because of guys like you that Chuya hesitates, it's obviously my dog, what's the point of focusing on others? Why do you always have to Someone is going to win with me? Can't you be smarter and stay away from this puppy that already has an owner?"

"Nobody belongs entirely to another person, Dazai-sama."

There was pity in Milton's eyes, "Lord Chuya is respected by many subordinates, and many confidantes of Lord Chuya in the past are still waiting for him to come back."

"No, don't think about it, Zhong also belongs to me completely." Dazai replied with a smile.

It was I who gave Chuya a second life.

So, he is completely mine.

Whether it is life or death, it is his Dazai's property.

Osamu Dazai: "For the time being, thank you for not selling Chuya directly to Mr. Mori, although that cunning adult has probably guessed the progress of the matter based on your ambiguous words."

"It's impossible for me to keep silent. Your Excellency Sen has been paying attention to me recently."

"I'm afraid you're not the only one, that old fox... probably told Chuya all the shops he liked to go to in the past."

The underground bar that Zhongyuan Zhongye liked to visit most when he was a cadre, and the boss who has the best relationship with Zhongyuan Zhongye, even here is clearly a territory protected by the port mafia.

When he was in a trance, Zhong also chose to come here.

Osamu Dazai had no expression on his face, and his face turned a little cold.

Mori Ogai, who was in the Mafia headquarters building in the distance, laughed out loud after hanging up his phone.

After Chuya Nakahara's conflict with Dazai broke out or even nearly broke, on the premise that he didn't want to see the detective agency and the mafia, the place he instinctively went to was the territory protected by the port mafia.

This means that even after four years, the other party still has the port mafia in their hearts. Under the premise that neither side wants to face it, the other party still instinctively leans towards the mafia.

Such news really made Mori Ogai very happy.

"In this contest, Dazai lost the opportunity."

The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, Alice, was lying on the handle of Mori Ogai's seat, showing a gloating smile.