The supernatural power is Shan Hai Jing

This is Anonymous's first night flight in history, and he is the only passenger in the empty first-class cabin.About 10 minutes before takeoff, the blanket sent by the stewardess has been wrapped up, and disposable slippers have been changed.Anonymous flipped through the phone's address book boredly. When someone's name appeared at the top of the screen, he tapped it lightly, and then jumped to the interface for sending emails.

-Mr. Nakahara, excuse me.

-I am currently on a flight to the UK.

-Maybe we won't be able to meet each other for a long time in the future.

- For me, this is a very regrettable thing.

- I am this year, and I am no longer a child in your eyes.

-I'm pretty sure that this feeling for you is liking.

-During the time we are apart, I hope you can face up to my heart.

- Wait until the next time we meet, I will confess to you again.

- If you still say no, try another reason.

After entering the last paragraph of text, Anonymous pressed the send button, and then put the phone off.

The plane took off on time, and Takahashi Kazuhikari and Takatsu Kenta, who quietly came to see him off, were standing in the open-air parking lot outside the airport.Dr. Takahashi, who had quit smoking for many years, took a cigarette from his companion, lit it, and looked up at the dark blue night sky.The passenger plane with its signal lights flashing roared overhead, and soon disappeared from sight.

Takahashi Kazuko took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the smoke as light as gauze gradually rose, blurring his elegant face.

"Do you think Jun Jun can get used to long-term business trips?"

Kenta Takatsu stood up straight, and handed the portable ashtray to Kazuko Takahashi. "It might work."

"You don't have to worry about eating and drinking. It may be troublesome to catch up on sleep every day. I don't know if the leader has arranged for someone to respond—" In the middle of speaking, Takahashi and Guang suddenly stopped. 20 meters away, near the exit, there was a black car that had just started, with a familiar license plate number.

"What's the matter?" Kenta Takazu followed the trend and found the car registered under the name of a certain cadre. "That's... Mr. Nakahara?"

Takahashi and Hikaru showed a meaningful smile at the corners of their mouths, and their eyes under the lenses narrowed slightly. "Ah~, do you think I should tell Jun Jun this news?"

Kenta Takazu felt a chill in his back for no reason. He still remembered that he was an underground boxer a few years ago, and the person who treated him every time he was injured was Kazuhika Takahashi.At that time, the young Dr. Takahashi often stared at his wound with a smile, and took out a whole set of suture tools before he could react, and quickly solved the half-meter-long tear, and even gave him this standard The muscular man tied a bow.

"...you smile like a villain."

"Really, we are the Mafia." Takahashi Kazuko exhaled a puff of smoke, and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray. "Forget it, let them trouble themselves about these two people."

Gao Jinjian frowned in confusion. "Master Yi and Mr. Zhong Yuan had a conflict?"

"As expected of a straight man of steel." Kazuhika Takahashi patted Kenta Takazu on the shoulder with a speechless expression. He was probably the only person he knew who didn't see that Anonymous liked Chuya Nakahara.

"Let's go, we have to go to work during the day."

Takatsu Kenta touched the back of his head, but didn't understand.

……

……

【two years later】

Paris, France, on the left bank of the Seine.

Across the river from the Louvre and the Tuileries Garden is a museum converted from an abandoned train station called Orsay.

It is known as the most beautiful museum in Europe, and it is also the final destination of many great painters.It houses paintings and sculptures by Honoré Daumier, Paul Gauguin, Vincent van Gogh, Claude Monet and many others.

It was January, and it was freezing cold, and the square was covered with a thick layer of snow.Tourists from all over the world have different skin colors and different beliefs.They were in groups of three or five, each of them showed excitement, and the biting cold wind could not stop people from yearning for the master of art.

The 'boy' with black hair and black eyes sat lazily on a bench by the side of the square, his upper body tightly wrapped in a khaki down jacket.In addition, scarves, gloves, masks and other cold-proof equipment are the same.He had a used ticket next to him, and a smartphone with a black case was pressed against it.Since the notification bar frequently flashes the reminder of new messages, the screen remains on all the time.

"Ah~, I'm so sleepy..."

Anonymous stretched listlessly. He was too tired to take a step after visiting the entire museum. Although the hotel he booked was 300 meters away, he really didn't have the energy to move over.

At this moment, two men and a woman who had just left the museum were walking quickly in his direction.The female looks youthful and beautiful, with an exquisite figure, and her long maroon curly hair is very suitable for her, sexy and charming.The man on her right looked a bit embarrassed, his cheap coat was too big.The leather shoes seem to be old, and a small part of the heel has been worn off.His facial features are quite correct, but it is a pity that the first impression of untrimmed beard is sloppy.He was holding a hand-woven straw hat, and his trembling hands showed that this person was extremely restless.

Anonymous glanced at it casually, and then another man attracted his full attention.Handsome appearance is secondary, what he cares about is the eyes of the other party.

Children's unique innocence, curious desire to explore everything, and the vicissitudes of life that are deeply hidden.Such contradictory traits appear in the same person, but it does not make people feel a strong sense of disobedience. I have to say that this is a very interesting thing.

Xu Shi sensed the prying eyes of the stranger, and the man's gaze precisely locked on the boy on the bench.

Unknown continued to stare at him without dodging or avoiding, his brows and eyes bent into brilliant crescents.

When the two sides were about to pass each other, the man stopped suddenly.Facing his companion's questioning gaze, he took three steps back, and then slowly squatted down, keeping their eyes on the same level.

"Chinese?"

Anonymous tilted his head and did not answer the question. "British?"

Hearing this, the man raised the corner of his mouth and showed a cynical smile. "Like drawing?"

"No, I don't know how to draw." When he said this sentence, Anonymous clearly heard an onomatopoeic word representing doubt, which came from the lady.

"But you visited the whole of the Orsay."

The tickets pressed under the mobile phone by the owner are covered with stamps. This is a small event that the museum has only recently added.After visiting an area, the staff in charge will stamp the exclusive stamp on the tourists, which is similar to stamp collecting.

"Ah." Unknown rubbed his eyes, his voice sounded hoarse due to the drowsiness that swept over him. "Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder~."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled softly. "Have you come across any paintings you like?"

"Yes." Anonymous raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his gaze open. "Although I don't know how to paint, I like Van Gogh."

The red-haired woman suddenly widened her eyes, and the bearded man standing beside her had a more complicated expression.

The man blinked playfully, and stretched out his right hand towards Unknown. "I'm Doctor."

"Doctor Who?"

The man did not answer, and left with his companion after a short handshake ceremony.

Anonymous watched the three of them get into an old blue police box, wait... Don't you think it's crowded? !However, in the next second, he found that the place was empty, only the clear footprints on the snow showed that this encounter was not an illusion.

Space system ability?

Anonymous frowned, his brain running wildly for a while.

'Whisker' seems familiar?

After a few more seconds, Anonymous sat upright in a 'chuckle', staring at the museum not far away in disbelief.After a series of low smiles, he picked up the phone and quickly unlocked it.

The chat room is still so lively, two new members joined more than a year ago, the vests are 'please die with me' and 'seamless'.

unknown:

- I met Van Gogh.

-I!

-See!

-arrive!

- Brahma!

-high!

- up!

Domineering operation in one go.

Frog Head:

-Is the u sauce under a strange illusion?

- If I remember correctly you said you were at the Musée d'Orsay three hours ago?

Please die with me:

- Hahahahaha, what a coincidence.

-I met Mr. Katsushika Hokusai!

- Wait a minute, I'll eat two more mushrooms.

unknown:

- Poisonous mushrooms didn't take away your scourge?

- I actually met Van Gogh!

konakona:

-u sauce, lack of sleep can easily lead to hallucinations.

-Although work is very important, you should also pay attention to rest.

- When are you going back to Japan?

- I still want to eat the crepe from last time!

Gan Le:

-I saw the headless horseman~.

-That's quite a famous urban legend.

Seton:

-...

-Ahaha, that sounds scary! [shake]

Then everyone began to talk about the supernatural events they had experienced, and Anonymous exited the chat room angrily, and there was no one who was reliable!

After resting enough, he walked slowly back to the hotel.The task explained above was completed half a month ago, and now it is a vacation.

The next day, Anonymous bought a plane ticket to Egypt, and then went to Greece, Venice, Australia and other countries respectively.

The last stop was Iceland, and this whim trip came to an end.

Because Mori Ogai sent an email.

[Yun Jun, congratulations. ]

Two years, three months and 21 days, Anonymous dragged a silver suitcase out of Haneda Airport without informing anyone.

It contains wine sent to Zhongye, origin: Iceland.

The taxi stopped slowly 50 meters away from the port mafia building. After paying the fare, the driver was anonymously thanked.Looking at the familiar building in front of him, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The breeze blows, rolling up several pale pink cherry blossoms.The young man with black hair and black eyes stepped up the steps firmly in the setting sun.

At this time, there are still 28 hours before the celebration banquet for the new cadres.

……

Since Zhongyuan Zhongye was promoted to one of the five major cadres a few years ago, the port mafia has not welcomed new cadres for a long time.There are different opinions inside. Some people think that the leader is still waiting for the return of a certain defector, and some people think that Anonymous will take over in advance, and even set up a gamble for this.

On the night of the banquet, the high-profile youth appeared together with Mori Ogai in the newly decorated lobby on the fifth floor.

Anonymous doesn't like excitement, and he can't drink because of his health, so Takahashi Kazumitsu and Takatsu Kenta, who have been promoted, can only stand up and entertain for him.

When Mori Ogai introduced the other two current cadres for him, Anonymous took two symbolic sips of non-alcoholic champagne.Koyo Ozaki is not what he imagined, this powerful lady is very kind to him.You must know that in the mind of Anonymous, Ozaki Hongye, who is in charge of the torture unit, has always been full of mystery.

As for A... old hermaphrodite.

After finally getting out of the encirclement, Anonymous pushed open a glass door leading to the balcony in a panic. He lowered his head to adjust his collar, but he didn't find a long-awaited young man standing by the guardrail.He has orange hair and blue eyes, and wears a black coat on his arms.

"Congratulations."

Anonymous followed the prestige, his pupils constricted suddenly.After more than two years, he finally saw Nakahara Chuya again.The other party didn't seem to have changed at all, whether it was his clothes or his aggressive eyebrows.Seems to be more mature again?The cobalt blue he likes is no longer as sharp as before, but has a subdued sense of oppression hidden.

Anonymous blinked his pantothenic acid eyes, all kinds of emotions welling up in his heart almost overwhelmed his rationality.

"……Thank you."

During the gap between Anonymous and Dazed, Zhongyuanzhong also did not miss the transformation of the boy.I've grown taller and my complexion is a little healthier.The childishness of the beautiful facial features has completely faded, and the whole person looks even more dazzling.

"Thank you, Yi."

After regaining his composure, Anonymous chuckled and walked forward, the distance between the two was less than half a meter.

"Mr. Nakahara, do you like the moon?"

In an instant, the scene from two years ago reappeared.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and his face softened a little.He didn't answer immediately, but took off the Choker around his neck and put it on for Anonymous.

"Ah, I like it."

The author has something to say: I have stayed up all night and I still haven't been able to finish this chapter in one go, and there are still a few ending descriptions in the back.

Time is running out, let's save it for the next chapter, I have to catch the plane at six o'clock.

↑By the way, I would like to take a leave of absence from everyone. Ji You and I went on a trip together, and the update will resume on the [-]th.

I don't know how to get the leave of absence.

It's not far from the end, I'm going to relax.

感谢在2020-09-0219:29:52~2020-09-0404:31:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles on New Year's Eve;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!