[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies?

Surprised.This is half a year after the death of the adoptive father, the first time you hear the doorbell other than express and takeaway—it is two o'clock in the morning, and no matter how hardworking the express delivery is, it will not go to work at this time.

During the darkest hours of the day, only uninvited guests will come to the door.

But this is also very strange. Through newspapers and the Internet, you also know how bad the law and order in "this" Yokohama is at night, but the villa chosen by your adoptive father is located in a high-end residential area, surrounded by rich and powerful neighbors.You've lived here for 13 years, and almost no petty burglary dares to do trouble here.

So, is it just a coincidence?Say a drunk neighbor rings the wrong doorbell?

Your pen-holding hand stops in the air, and if so, it seems more natural to ignore it at the moment.

But you always have a premonition that things will not be that simple, maybe because of the recent anomalies in Yokohama—the recent PortMafia was uncharacteristically open and aboveboard, tearing open the darkness that covered us, attacking military and police facilities and hostile organizations frantically, affecting many Private enterprises, even civilian communities and offices of foreign companies were affected by the bombing, as if they had transformed from an illegal group into a terrorist organization overnight.It is said that everything is the order of the old leader who is running out of time. The desire for power and the persistence for life have turned the terminally ill old man into a lunatic.

So, maybe it's the crazy PortMafia who's looking for you now, and as your adoptive father's "business partner", they must know the address.Although PortMafia is a society that pays attention to favor and face - because there is no legal shackles, they pay more attention to promises and agreements. In theory, they even have the ability to protect you from hostile organizations and police disturbances and to avenge you after you are killed. Obligation, after all, in the past six months after the death of the adoptive father, you have been providing the principal for PortMafia's usury business according to the previous agreement-but it is not surprising that the madman does anything.

After all, as long as you kill the creditor, you don't have to pay back the money.

The doorbell rang a second time.

You sighed, the pen in your hand dropped again, and you drew the unfinished symbols on the manuscript paper, piled them up, and placed them on the right side of the desk.

There is a pile of manuscript paper that is almost the same as the manuscript paper in your hand.You no longer remember what you wrote on it, anyway, it's just a meaningless arrangement of messy and broken words like a dream.Almost as soon as you finish writing it, you forget about it.

Therefore, the contents of the piece of paper that was just put on it will be forgotten in an instant just like its companion.

The doorbell rang a third time.

You put the cap back on, set aside your familiar pen, and press a button near you.

The high-definition screen on the wall in front lights up, and a tall man you don't know is standing in the picture displayed by the surveillance camera.

He was wearing a white coat that represented his identity as a doctor, his black hair was disheveled by the night wind, and scattered around his ears.He looks like he is in his early 30s and looks handsome, but because of his slovenly dress and big dark circles under his eyes, he looks unruly and decadent.Coupled with the easy-going smile on his face, he was like a doctor who was dug out of the emergency department after staying up late on duty and sleeping for less than two hours.But you know it's just an illusion.Because when you looked over, he happened to look up at the surveillance camera installed above the door.So you clearly saw his eyes.

His pupils were dark red, and under the dim light of the porch, that color made his eyes stained with a thick layer of blood.

That's not the look a doctor would have.What's more, there are four men in black suits with sunglasses and guns standing behind him-this is a look that most Yokohama people know.

It really is PortMafia.

You sighed again, and pressed the intercom and access control before the person in the black suit was about to press the doorbell for the fourth time.

"Please come in." You said, but you thought in your heart that maybe today you have to clean the living room overnight again.

02

02

"You are Miss Tomie, right? This is the first time we met, I am Mori Ogai."

This is the first sentence that the man who claimed to be Mori Ogai said to you.

"I am your father's personal physician—of course, I mean your real father."

This is the second sentence.

"I'm sorry to disturb you late at night, but your father can't wait to meet you. So can you come with me, please?"

This is the third sentence.

There are too many elements in the three sentences. You don’t know whether to be surprised by the name Mori Ogai, to complain about the word “biological father” or to feel that the quality of PortMafia is so good now, and it can be used for a 13-year-old girl. Obstacles to the use of honorifics.

But now is not the time to ask questions, and Mr. "Mori Ogai" is not asking for your opinion.So you're silent for a while, and you end up with just one word.

"it is good."

Then you sat in the limousine parked in front of your house surrounded by black suits, and after several laps, you arrived at the PortMafia headquarters building.After a series of pat-downs, you take the elevator to the top floor, accompanied by Ogai Mori, through a nearly dark corridor and rooms that are also nearly dark, and into what appears to be a bedroom.Under a small dim light, I saw a skinny old man.

The old man lying on his back on the bed had empty eyes, his gray hair looked like dry and scattered weeds, and the cool air seemed to be filled with the unique dryness of decayed life.

That is "the number of days" that anyone with no medical knowledge can clearly understand at first glance

You stand in a corner where the light cannot reach, and you see Mori Ogai approaching the bed, lowering his head and saying to the old man, "Boss, Miss Tomie is here."

You froze for a moment—did he say "Boss"? ——I was startled by the sudden sound.

"Fu Jiang!" The old man, who was as quiet as death, suddenly let out an old and hoarse scream like a night owl, "Where is Fu Jiang?! Fu Jiang—Fu Jiang!!"

This scene is full of déjà vu—you have similar scenes in your memory. Is this the reason why this madman in his seventies claims to be your biological father?Ah... so boring.A deep lethargy surged in your heart, but your legs walked towards the bed as if they had self-awareness, letting the light shine on your face.

That way he can see what you look like.You think indifferently.Just watch it if you want to.

Anyway, it's probably the last time.

Sure enough, when you stopped by the bed, the old man's screams stopped abruptly.He seems to be strangled by invisible hands, his eyes are fixed on your direction, but there is nothing in his dilated pupils.

Is it already invisible?You frowned, but saw the old man's eyes light up.

The hollow, sunken eye sockets were filled with a mad brilliance of fear and ecstasy, and from his throat he let out another scream mixed with ho ho ho.

"Doctor!! Doctor!! Kill Tomie! Kill Tomie! Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Tomie Kill Fujie—"

Almost like a jammed CD or a broken puppet.

You cast your eyes on Mori Ogai with a blank expression.At this moment, he is also looking at you with an expression of interest.You stared at each other for three seconds before the man seemed to remember his identity, and with an expression of "I saw a good show", he ended the farce with a shot of tranquilizer.

Without the harassment of jammed CDs, the ridiculously large bedroom finally became quiet.

You just stand there in the dark silence.

Until Mori Ogai spoke.

"Miss Tomie," he said, "are you really Boss's daughter?"

"Of course not." You replied, staring at the only light in the room above the bed.You never lie about insignificant things.

Mori Ogai laughed, it was genuinely happy, but it would never make the audience feel happy.

"No," he said with a smile, punctuating every word, "of course you are."

You looked up suddenly, trying to read his expression.

However, he has already put away his smile, put on his friendly and calm mask in front of you again, and changed the subject, "You must be tired after traveling all the way. A room has been prepared for you, please rest here for a night first. "

As before, this is not a "suggestion".

The empty bedroom is big and dark, only the twilight brought by the dim bedside lamp.He stood at the boundary between the halo and the darkness, his white clothes were smudged into a dull and dry yellow like old photos, and there was something extremely deep and sharp in those dark red eyes, which was bottomless.

You suddenly said, "Mr. Sen, can you answer a question for me?"

"Please say."

"'Mori Ogai'..." You spit out these three words, "...is that your real name?"

"Huh?" Maybe he didn't expect you to ask this, he raised his eyebrows in doubt.

But you didn't pay attention, and just asked the second half of the sentence at a faster speed than usual: "——or I can change it. Is this your name from the beginning?"

"...Why does Miss Tomie ask such a question?"

"Can you answer?"

"Did someone tell you something?"

"If you don't want to say it, just say 'don't want', and it doesn't matter if you cheat me, I just want an 'answer'."

"..."

"I don't have any supernatural powers related to my name." You looked at him, making no secret of your obsession with this question, "So, can you answer me?"

His smile disappeared, and the cold light in his eyes floated, but you