They all think I'm a boss

Speaking of which, this is not the first time Fujikawa has been imprisoned.

But the last time he was in jail was six years ago in Tokyo.

The gloomy/camp environment always makes people unable to hold back their wild thoughts, and the past events that he thought he had long forgotten resurfaced in his mind bit by bit.

There is a river named Fujikawa in the outskirts of Tokyo, where he was picked up.

It is said that the director of the orphanage picked him up while walking in Fujikawa, so he was named Fujikawa Toki.

The Aoi Nodai Orphanage should be the orphanage with the best welfare in Tokyo. The children here are all raised with careful care. They can eat delicious food and wear clean clothes since they were young. Kindergartens and elementary schools, and when they reach a certain age, they still have the opportunity to be adopted by kind-hearted people from outside.

It can be said that the children here are basically the same as normal children except that they have no parents.

But Fujikawa was different. As long as he could remember, he had never enjoyed the welfare treatment of other children in the hospital. He ate the worst food and wore the most worn-out clothes. The gentle and loving dean was always in front of him. A stern and indifferent countenance.

Other children can read fairy tales, comic books, and play various toys and games after class. After class, he was taken by the principal to a closed basement to practice fighting skills against a group of heavy sandbags.

Every time after training, his body is covered with bruises and bruises, new and old superimposed together, which looks particularly shocking.

Every time at this time, the dean would roughly pull him up from the ground and tell him that you are different from others, and if you want to survive, you can only become stronger.

Every other month, the dean will apply an unknown ointment on his face. After applying the ointment, his whole face will become sallow and sallow. Other children in the orphanage think that he has the disease. What disease, no one is willing to approach him.

The kind-hearted people who came to the orphanage for adoption would skip him every time and choose to adopt other children. The children who entered the orphanage around the same time as him were all taken away, but he continued to stay here.

This continued until he was 16 years old.

When he was 16 years old, the dean passed away. Before he died, the dean gave him a tube of ointment and told him to apply this ointment on his face every other month.

After the death of the principal, the Aoi Dai Dai Orphanage declared bankruptcy immediately, and some younger children were transferred to other orphanages, while the 16-year-old Fujikawa Toki was directly kicked out of the orphanage.

That should be the most embarrassing time he has lived in the past many years. He can only wander the streets during the day. Order plastic bottles and cartons and sell them to the waste station to buy a few of the cheapest rice balls to fill your stomach. At night, take the cartons that were not sold during the day and make a bed under the overpass to sleep.

He lived like this for three whole months.

By the third month, the package he had placed under the overpass was stolen.

In fact, there was nothing in that package, it was nothing more than some worn out clothes and a comic book he brought out from the orphanage.

But that package contained the tube of ointment that the dean gave him before he died, and in a few days it will be time to apply the ointment every month

He once asked the dean why he kept applying this ointment. The dean gave him a cold look and said that this ointment was his life-saving medicine, and he had to apply it once a month, otherwise he would die.

Just die, anyway, he doesn't know the meaning of his life.

He was lying under the flyover, looking at the brilliant starry sky above his head, the sky was full of stars, but none of them could illuminate those dark eyes.

For the next few days, he was the same as before, picking up junk in the street during the day, and going back to the bridge to sleep at night, waiting numbly for the imminent death.

Death did not wait, but a group of local hooligans with malicious intentions did.

"Why didn't I realize that this kid looks so good-looking before? With just this look, he can make a lot of money if he sells it to any old man with special hobbies."

The leader of the hooligans pinched his chin, and lifted up his bangs that almost reached his nose, and then a trace of amazement flashed in those turbid and sinister triangular eyes.

"Oh shit!"

The hooligan spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and cursed in a low voice, "How can this stunning beauty be cheap for those perverted old men!"

"Boss..."

The men behind him looked at him puzzled.

"Go away for me!"

The hooligan leader pulled out the iron rod from his waist and slammed it hard behind him. One of his subordinates couldn't dodge in time and was smashed to the head, and bright red blood flowed all over his face.

"Boss, you are..."

This group of people didn't know why their boss suddenly changed his temper, and asked cautiously and tentatively, "Then...does he still sell it?"

"Sell your mother! I have to do something now, so get out of here!"

The hooligan leader yelled viciously, and the other gangsters left in despair.

After everyone else left, the hooligan leader turned his head to look at the young man behind him again, a trace of obsession flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"You can only be mine...my own..."

He was so close that Fujikawa could see the streaks of blood attached to his cloudy eyeballs, and could smell the disgusting stench of tobacco and alcohol on his body.

There was a sudden buzzing in the brain, and the vision suddenly became blurred. After the buzzing ended, the man on the opposite side was already out of breath.

On the same day, he was taken into the detention center by a group of uniformed policemen.

……

"My lord...my lord..."

It was as if a cry came from a distant place, slowly pulling back Fujikawa's thoughts from the distant past.

"Lord!"

The blond boy suddenly jumped up and yelled in Fujikawa's ear, which completely brought Fujikawa back to his senses.

"what happened?"

Fujikawa looked down at the dagger boy beside him.

"Really, are you listening to me?"

The blond boy pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction and complained.

"I want to ask you who gave you that cat mask on your face?"

Their lord doesn't have the slightest bit of b-numbers for his beauty. After taking off the fox mask, it is impossible to find another mask to cover it, so that cat face mask must have been given to him by someone for him to wear. .

Could it be that annoying bandage man...

Gritting his teeth, he felt angry when he thought of the unpleasant face of the black-haired youth.

If the lord gave him the fox mask, and he gave the lord the cat face mask, wouldn't it look like a human couple giving tokens to each other? !

"This mask?"

Fujikawa subconsciously raised his hand to touch the mask on his face. At this moment, people from the Armed Detective Agency were also walking towards this side. Fujikawa pointed at one of them, "He gave it to me."

The Fu Sangshen looked in the direction pointed by their protagonist, a silver-haired man in his 40s was surrounded by a group of members of the armed detective agency, asking for his warmth.

The complexions of the knives turned dark immediately, that old man is old enough to be the grandfather of their lord! [bushi] Still want to plot against their lord? ! 【not at all】

Unforgivable!

For a moment, the knife masters felt that the 40-meter-long knife on their waist was already hungry/thirsty.

Toki Fujikawa didn't know that his words successfully made the president of a certain detective agency a target of public criticism.

After he took off the mask in the detention center and threw it to Dazai as a token of cooperation, the black-haired young man opposite did not leave immediately, but took his hands affectionately.

"Although I know it may be inappropriate to say such things now... Are you willing to die for love with me? Ah Shi."

Fujikawa Shi didn't even bother to give him a look, and directly grabbed his hands and threw him out.

And at this time, the prison guards who were stunned by the side finally came to their senses, and quickly pulled out the pistols from the back of their waists, aiming the black muzzles at Fujikawa Shi's head.

"No! Move..."

The leading prison guard originally wanted to sternly reprimand the suspect on the opposite side, but when his eyes met that face, his tone of speech softened a lot unconsciously.

Fujikawa Toki looked at Osamu Dazai who had successfully slipped out, silently retracted his gaze, and glanced at the group of prison guards opposite him.

With such a glance from him, the hearts of the prison guards began to shake seriously, and the guns in their hands were a little unsteady.

They even suspected that as long as the person opposite said that he was innocent, or that he wanted to go out, they would uncuff him without hesitation and let him go out.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything, just turned around silently and returned to his single cell, as if he was not the one who "run away" and smashed the glass and "attacked" the visitor just now.

But I have to say that this move by Fujikawa made all the prison guards present breathe a sigh of relief.

They also finally understood why the people from the criminal department repeatedly told them not to take off his mask when they handed over the suspect to them. After seeing his appearance, who would think he was a criminal...

Fujikawa Toki's mask was thrown away by himself, but the prison guards who had experienced the lesson of blood and tears agreed that he could not be allowed to "run around naked" like this.

So, Fujikawa, without the fox mask, suddenly had a Mickey plush hood on his head.

Until Fukuzawa Yukichi, who came to the police station after waking up, proved Fujikawa's innocence. When he was released from his single cell, he still wore that funny and cute Mickey plush hood on his forehead.

That was probably the first time Fujikawa saw the smile of this old guy. This old guy who often pets cats with him has been serious all the year round, and even when he pets cats, he always keeps a straight face.

However, the first time he saw Fujikawa coming out of the cell, he couldn't help laughing.

And I don't know if it's because I haven't laughed for a long time, but this old guy laughed for a full minute.

Fujikawa Toki had already pulled out his mobile phone and was about to call 120. He was afraid that the elderly man would accidentally laugh and get himself into the hospital again.

And just when Fujikawa took off Mickey's hood, the old man regained his serious and unsmiling appearance, with a straight face, as if he was going to take him to build a new socialist countryside in the next second .

A few seconds later, Fukuzawa Yukichi silently took out his long-preserved cat face mask from his sleeve, and handed it to the black-haired young man beside him, "Put it on."