Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Two years later, Yokohama.

"Chief, is there anything we can do for you today?"

The young man in a doctor's coat stood three steps away from the old man and bowed his head like a confidant, waiting for orders. The leader of PortMafia was very satisfied with his tameness, raised his chin and snorted and spit out the mission content: "Southeast Asia is coming A batch of good medicine, I don’t like to share good things with people. You go and tell me Black Lizard, be sure to clean up the cockroaches and rats at the port, and don’t let the guests see jokes.”

Mori Ogai, who made his personal doctor into a confidential secretary, bowed back and went straight back to the treatment room, not paying attention to the leader's order at all...

...ah, what's the matter?

Anyway, after a while he would feel that he was too kind and change his mind, so why actively running errands to spread the word?

Tossing and tossing back and forth without mentioning a carelessness will be regarded as "disrespecting the order" by arbitrariness.

Why not turn on the mobile phone to see the travel photos taken by the wife and the cheap son in Hokkaido... Is Alice not cute enough or the wife is not hot and beautiful enough?Why waste time on an old madman.

The long-haired man who turned on his phone and sucked the pictures happily got the 1.0 refreshed version of the mission two hours later: "Doctor, tell the black lizard to blow up all those wild docks for me directly. I don't believe that Qun Lao Mian can find a better protection/protection/umbrella than PortMafia!"

To an extreme degree, this is probably the blueprint of the ultimate version, and it should not have reached the psychological expectations of the old leader.

Sure enough, after another half an hour, version 2.0 sent again: "Let the black lizard blow up the wild pier for me, and then ask the guerrillas to dispatch all those disobedient porters for me, leaving no one behind. If you don't want to do things for me, don't use it." Do it, don’t do anything in the future.”

"Yes, chief."

Well, this is the normal operation of PortMafia today. I don't know if it's a show or not, but it sounds pretty reckless anyway.

He lazily dragged on for another 10 minutes, then got up and made a phone call while walking out - the phone call was to pass on the task, and the trip with the team was for surveillance.

Even if the confidant and adopted son lead the team, the leader cannot trust them.Not to be fooled, he ordered his doctor to follow along and report the details.Yamada and Mori, the two who hate each other, always try their best to discredit each other and never hide the negligence and mistakes of the other person. This is exactly what the leader wants.

The harder they fought, the more secure his position became, with little fear of being kicked out of power by the young men.

just almost...

Mori Ogai thinks about it, it is better to follow the guerrillas to watch the fun, what is there to see when the pier is fried?Running such a large lap along the coastline with a group of people, the amount of exercise this year is not enough to fill it.

While walking, he came to the platform where the team assembled. The black lizard had already led the way, leaving only the guerrillas still confirming which loading and unloading agency to target.You can't be really stupid and kill half of them all the way. PortMafia's ship has to be loaded and unloaded by someone, right?

Mori Ogai saw Yamada standing at the head of the team with a half-black face waiting for the final order from a distance, he put on a smiley expression and came forward to say hello: "Yeah~ Mr. Yamada, X club in X place, do you understand the specific tasks? ? I'm so happy to be your partner."

The doctor smiled innocently, but his eyes revealed the pride of the winner, which directly blew Yamada's self-esteem.

"……Set off!"

I don't know why I always provoke my adoptive father to be suspicious recently, and most of the rights in my hand have been cut off. Yamada didn't dare to show himself arrogant and domineering at this time, so he let out a cold snort and drove out to find fault with others.

……

Since ancient times, in order to protect their meager interests, the transport workers at the docks have always gathered together to form a colored guild organization. Under certain conditions, this organization will develop into a self-defense group, and furthermore, it will be the embryonic form of the underworld.But now Yokohama's inner world is entrenched in the city like a psychological shadow larger than its body area, and this half-black and half-white guild is not very eye-catching.

PortMafia drove into a dock handling company that was not under his control. Without any explanation, he kicked open the door and raised his gun. Mr. Sen, who was trapped in the team, yawned—a soulless act of wasting bullets. Totally uninteresting.

The hand covering his mouth wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes after yawning, and the young man looked bored.Seeing that the black suit beside him began to check the corpses one by one for repairs, he looked out of the window out of boredom.

A gentle and quiet sea, the wind blowing from the sea, blowing his soft hair tied up.No matter how you look at Yokohama, it is very beautiful. If the city were to become a human being, she must be the kind of beauty comparable to my wife.

Mori Ogai withdrew his gaze and patiently waited for his colleagues who were not so smart to continue to advance the work progress. After a while, someone who was acting as a search team came back to report the situation to Yamada.The first few people had no problems, only the last one hesitantly stepped forward and said, "We found a tree outside the back door..."

Yamada frowned, resisting the thought of kicking the man away, and said angrily, "Is there anything worth mentioning about the tree, do you want to be transferred to pick up the corpse!"

The man was about to cry: "No, there is a child's body hanging on the tree, look...?"

Normal people would not be able to do such a terrible thing as hanging a child alive from a tree, and even PortMafia felt that this scene made people feel cold and desperate to get out of their bones.

Yamada didn't want to care about the children who were hanged from the tree but he was happy to find something for Mori Ogai: "Please ask Dr. Mori to go and have a look."

So the ex-military doctor, who was so bored that he was bubbling, followed the person who came to report to see the "hanged child".

It's really... People who die in strange ways are more interesting than these idiots!

—— "So, are you so stupid that you can't tell the difference between the living and the dead?"

Mori Ogai sighed: "I beg you, at least report what can be confirmed as important news, instead of just guessing and guessing?"

The child hanging on the tree obviously still couldn't swallow his breath, and seeing his appearance, he couldn't swallow it for a while.Hearing the doctor's taunt, the guerrillas who made an oolong stepped forward to cut the rope with trembling hands, and the black-haired boy who was hanging on it fell down with a "plop" and rolled in a circle to Mr. Mori's feet.

This child is about the same size as Mr. Sen's cheap son Zhong Yuanzhong, with a round bun with a bit of milk fat on his face.He has excellent facial features. At this age, he looks more like a delicate and delicate girl. It is conceivable that when he grows up in the future, girls will definitely cry for him.

Mr. Mori, who definitely did not include cute boys, stared at the boy at his feet and touched his chin. This fluffy head... looked familiar, probably the unlucky guy he had written down in his little notebook.

For the goal that has always been hidden in the heart, there is nothing that Mori Ogai dare not sacrifice.Including himself, including Madam... Uh, let's forget about this, don't easily anger your father-in-law.

The pain from falling to the ground woke the boy up.

It seemed that someone once gave him a gun butt on his forehead, the blood dripping on his face had already turned black, his iris eyes were listless, like a spoiled young master who didn't get a Christmas present.

Except for the reddish-brown bloodstains on the shirt, the skin on the boy's wrists was torn apart, with several neat cracks scattered in a row.

Looking at the trends and changes of the scars... It was an obvious failure to commit suicide by cutting his wrists.

Therefore, hanging on a tree to seek death was probably done by himself, but he didn't understand why he picked a tree outside the back door of other people's clubs.

Of course, these are not the reasons why Mori Ogai decided to keep him alive, even if he looks quite familiar, it is useless.

In the end, what made Mr. Mori change his mind was what the boy did next—he grinned with an ugly smile that floated on his skin, slowly got up and raised his hand and gestured for PortMafia, who was standing in the front, to shoot halfway.

The entire movement should be done standing up.

Mori Ogai finally remembered where he had seen this kid, the Pikachu doll his wife got at the summer festival is still so precious to Alice, and he doesn't even ask him to touch it.

I know the secrets you want to hide, I can keep my mouth shut, you know what I want.

Simple and tidy description, there is no threat in the iris eyes.

What an extremely clever kid, offering enough chips to make a deal without crossing the line, just enough to be accepted without incurring disgust and vigilance.

Mori Ogai looked down at him for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered that his wife looked like a black/cat occasionally.The unlovely eyes of the child in front of her were somewhat similar to when she was sulking while hugging the blanket, and suddenly she looked forward to the blank expression she had when she was stuffed with a black-haired cub.

In the past two years, he has not dared to let Alice appear in front of his wife. He has always wanted to pick a child to prevaricate her, but it is difficult to find a suitable one.

That being the case...

"Severe anemia, it is not suitable to take it back as an organ donor, we will be complained by customers and demand compensation!"

The man muttered a few words, raised his hand and pushed away the muzzle aimed at the black-haired boy's forehead: "I know, I know, I can't let him go. It's troublesome to kill, he's small and skinny, why don't I take him back After raising and raising, the medical room is always overwhelmed and there is no helper, it's really..."

Under the hood of a black coat that was too big for a teenager, the black-haired man curled up his mouth: "If you want to stay here, just sit here, the car won't wait for us."

The black-haired boy Osamu Dazai: "..."

Tsk, this meal ticket for Cengfan is rotten.

He stood up staggeringly, his coat hanging on his body, making him look empty.

Black-hearted military doctor Mori Ogai: "..."

Ah... This fruit is probably rotten, so it won't lose money, right?

On the way back, Dr. Sen took the young boy he had picked up, Xiang Gu Wuyan, and squeezed into the corner of the back seat of the business car, except for the door surrounded by a group of burly men.

The two people whose painting styles were obviously different from others sighed in different tones in their hearts: "They are all idiots..."

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