God's Souvenir

A week later.

"With all due respect, leader. Even if a truce agreement has been reached with the detective agency, it is dangerous for you as the leader to go to meet the members of the detective agency alone." Guangjin Liulang stood beside the black vehicle, helping Hold the side of the monocle.

Mori Ogai tidied up the cuffs of his white coat, not paying any attention to what Hirotsu Yanagi said was "dangerous".He said with a smile: "That's why I let Mr. Guangjin stand by here. However, the nature of this meeting is different from the past, and there is a high probability that there will be no problem."

Meanwhile, by the bench by the sea.

A young man with a silver sheep curly head bowed his head and sat on the edge of the bench without saying a word, and he had already put on fluffy earmuffs in the winter season.A black and white contrasting scarf was wrapped around his neck, and light gray halterneck gloves were also put on his hands.

But even when he was dressed so warmly at an inappropriate time, he seemed a little afraid of the cold.

Akiko Yosano from the detective agency sat on another bench next to him, and there was a bench and a half plus a gap between him and the young man.And the young man seemed to be trying to keep a distance from her.Seeing how he was clinging to the armrest of the bench, if he didn't need to stay next to the other party, I'm afraid he would rather be separated from Akiko Yosano by more than ten meters.

"Hey, Himi-kun. Dr. Yosano is actually not that scary, you don't have to hide that far away." Osamu Dazai stood between two benches, with one arm bent and propped on the back of the chair, With a provocative smile, he looked at Himi Tsuruhara, who buried his face in his hands.

Yosano Akiko was obviously happy with Tsuruhara Hikami's ostrich behavior, and answered Dazai Osamu's words in a good mood: "After all, I'm not a devil."

Tsuruhara Hikami didn't say a word, and buried his face a little lower.

"However, I didn't expect Hijian-kun to still have this style of your private server. Are you worthy of the once cute mouthless boy?" Osamu Dazai didn't care about the silence of the other party, but continued to stimulate him on his own, "Clothes It’s printed with a cute image like Pikachu—”

"...What does it have to do with you that I like Pikachu?" Tsuruhara Hinami gritted his teeth in a muffled voice from the palms covering his face.

Osamu Dazai: "Of course it doesn't matter! After all, Himi-kun is still a man who likes to watch Peppa Pig. Speaking of which, I remember that Himi-kun still likes Little Bear, SpongeBob SquarePants, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. You also enjoyed watching it. ——Speaking of which, you don’t know Dr. Yosano, do you?”

She and Yosano Akiko dragged their voices out, and sighed in unison: "Oh?"

"Shut up!" The person who had been exposed became furious, but he still didn't raise his head to answer Yosano Akiko's words.

"—Wow, it's so vicious! As expected of the once vicious mafia!" Osamu Dazai lamented without sincerity.

Tsuruhara Himi: "That's because you only put CDs of these childish cartoons in the room!"

Osamu Dazai: "But haven't you also watched these childish cartoons? And you've been fascinated by them!"

Hiken Tsuruhara: "..."

There were unhurried footsteps not far away, and the destination was in their direction.Tsuruhara Hikami quickly put down his hands covering his face, raised his head and turned his face to the direction of the sound of footsteps.

Next to him was Osamu Dazai yelling: "Oh! Himi-kun, are you blushing!"

"I didn't, you're dazzled!" He Yuan Rijian said in a nasty voice.

The owner of the footsteps was wearing a white coat, still dressed like a down-and-out doctor in private.He walked up to the three people waiting here, and took the lead in showing a gentle smile to Tsuruhara Hiken: "Hijian-kun."

The body of the person who had been staring at him walking over suddenly froze.

Tsuruhara Hiken blinked his eyes slowly, and his face that was already slightly flushed instantly turned red from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.I don't know what he was thinking, but he quickly turned his head in another direction, acting like he was thousands of miles away from Sen Owai.

Mori Ogai obviously didn't expect this development, except for the situation where the other party turned his face away.However, he quickly realized that he did not forget to greet Dazai Osamu and Yosano Akiko: "Dazai-kun, and—"

Yosano Akiko stood up from the bench suddenly: "I have already brought the person, so there should be nothing else?"

"It's still the same, Yosano." Mori Ogai still maintained the same expression as before, "I came this time only to pick up Himi-kun, so there is really nothing else."

"They said they wanted to take Himi-kun back. But as far as I know, Himi-kun has left the mafia, right?" Dazai Osamu did not miss this opportunity to make up the knife.

Now that he has left the Mafia, what kind of stand does Mr. Mori use to pick him up?

Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu had smiles very similar to each other, and they faced each other in a dark atmosphere.

Yosano Akiko did not look at the face-to-face confrontation between the two former teachers and students, but turned to Tsuruhara Himi's position: "Although your injury has been healed, your physical condition is no longer good. It may be completely back to the way it was before. Kindly warn you once, don’t use your own supernatural powers to restructure your body to solve this problem.”

"After all, you are more aware of the side effects of frequently using supernatural powers to restructure your body than anyone else. If you don't want to ask for trouble, you'd better recuperate normally."

"Understood...Thank you very much." Tsuruhara Higen thanked Yosano Akiko in an uncomfortable voice even though his whole body was stiff when he saw Yosano Akiko.

However, although.Is it his fault that Yosano Akiko will become stiff and slow to react when she sees Yosano Akiko?

He is definitely not the only one with Yosano PTSD, right? !

Over there, Mori Ogai had already opened his mouth and asked in his direction: "Speaking of which, Himi-kun. Do you want to consider returning to the Mafia?"

"Don't think about it, never, it's impossible." Tsuruhara Hikami reacted very quickly, refusing to blurt out three times.

Mori Ogai: "Huh?"

Tsuruhara Hiken answered him in a calm, steady and unwavering tone: "I have already set up my own business. I am the leader of the "Workshop", a secret intelligence organization for people with supernatural powers. "

"Workshop"?when did it happen?Does that organization already have an official name? "Mori Ogai showed doubts on his face, and was very surprised by the news.

Tsuruhara Himi: "Just now, it was decided 3 minutes ago. The name has just been chosen."

"You don't give Mr. Mori any face at all, Himi-kun." Dazai Osamu sighed inexplicably.

"Since the person has already received it, let's take our leave first." Yosano Akiko interrupted Dazai's next words, turned and left, and waved to Tsuruhara Himi before leaving, "Boy, next time you get hurt , I am also happy to treat you."

The party who was suddenly cue showed an embarrassed yet polite smile: "Thank you, no need."

After the two members of the Armed Detective Agency left, only Mori Ogai and Tsuruhara Himi, who had been sitting on the bench with his back to Mori Ogai, were left by the bench.

After the extra people left, Tsuruhara Hikami didn't know what to say. He could still remember the time he was on the verge of death a week ago about going over Mori Ogai's old debts.But he couldn't remember exactly how much he turned over.

When he was on the verge of death, he could justifiably condemn the other party, but now, a week after this incident, he became uncomfortable.Although it was inappropriately used, he could only think of one word - liquidation after autumn.

How could he figure out this bad debt with Mr. Sen? !

——Why don't you just flee on the spot without looking back, anyway, there is Lin Jiang at the beach to meet you.

When Tsuruhara Hiken was thinking this way, a hand was stretched out in front of him.He could clearly see the texture of the palm, as well as the thin calluses from holding the scalpel all year round.

The person who held out his hand showed him a gentle and harmless smile: "Himi-kun, I am Mori Ogai, the current leader of the port mafia, and I used to be a doctor. Please take care of me."

"...Tsuruhara Higen, the leader of the "Workshop", used to be your subordinate... Please take care of me. "The young man who was still struggling with what attitude to use to face the other party was disrupted by the unconventional words. He hesitated for a while, and also stretched out his hand.

Stretching out his hand halfway, the young man suddenly retracted his hand as if remembering that he was still wearing gloves.

Mori Ogai's movement was one step faster than his, and he accurately grasped the hand.He took a step forward and sat down beside him.

"... Himi-kun, I've been wanting to ask since last week. Are you short—" He looked straight into Tsuruhara Himi's eyes, and his mouth was covered by the other's empty hand in the middle of the sentence.

Tsuruhara Hinata saw that there was still a tinge of red in his ears, he frowned and gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "This is the first time I met after I narrowly escaped death, is that what you want to say to me?"

The opponent's figure was a little thinner than before, and even wearing a thick sweater and overalls did not change the visual perception of his figure.

Mori Ogai let out a muffled laugh as he covered his mouth.

Tsuruhara put down his hands in frustration.

"Are you cold, Himi-kun?" Mori Ogai noticed that his body was still shivering even though he was wearing out-of-season warm clothes.

"It's the sequelae of the body being destroyed by the supernatural power, and I'm a little chilly." Tsuruhara Higen wrote lightly, "It will be healed soon."

After hearing his explanation, Mori Ogai did not let go of this topic, but asked: "It will be fine soon, which means, are you planning to use supernatural powers to rebuild a healthy body?"

The other party was suspiciously silent.

"Hijian-kun." Mori Ogai called his name again with emphasis.

Tsuruhara Hikami turned his head guiltily.

"Hi-see-kun--" Mori Ogai dragged out his voice, with a hint of warning.

Tsuruhara Hiken: "...I know!"

"Speaking of which, just now, Hijian-kun seemed to have lingering fears about Xie Yexin." Mori Ogai suddenly mentioned something that could make the other party's face change, "Did something happen?"

Forced to recall the painful experience that he didn't want to recall, Tsuruhara Hinami's face instantly turned pale.He forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just got treated five times."

How could it be nothing, he didn't even have the energy to add it.

He definitely didn't want that kind of treatment for a sixth time.

"Does it hurt?" Mori Ogai asked abruptly.

Hiken Tsuruhara: "——what?"

"Whether it's when rebuilding the body, or when being backlashed by supernatural powers. Even when hurting yourself."

"Himi-kun, who has twice the pain sensation of ordinary people, the pain he feels is unimaginable and unbearable, right?"

What the other party said was not wrong at all.

The silver-haired young man was silent, waiting for the other party's next words.

"People shed tears when they feel pain." Mori Ogai looked straight into his eyes, "I haven't shed tears since Himi Junsong, except for the time in the space of consciousness."

Is it because there is nothing to make him feel pain, or because tears are not needed?

Tsuruhara Hikami pursed his lips, forcing out an ugly and forced smile.

The "down and out doctor" in a white coat tightly grasped the silver-haired young man's hand through his gloves.He moved a little closer to the other party, put his other hand on the back of the other party's head, and pressed the other party's curly-haired head to the side of his neck with a gentle but firm force.Avoiding that smile that couldn't be called a smile.

The youth made no other moves.But suddenly, a warm liquid dripped slowly and slowly around his neck, wetting a small piece of his collar.

Mori Ogai's hand ran repeatedly and gently through his hair and the back of his neck.

The other party buried his face on the side of his neck, and let out an indistinct murmur that seemed to be crying or laughing.

He made comforting movements as he did in the consciousness space before, but whispered with a smile that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible:

"Good boy."