Collision at the Grave of the Winery [Comprehensive]

Zhong Yuanzhong is also a good person, in various senses.

Xia You asked Zhong Yuanzhong to spread oiled paper on the baking tray and press it flat. Then he picked up the metal mixing bowl and poured the chocolate batter full of it into it. The slightly sticky batter was pulled into a strip The beautiful lines with a wide top and a narrow bottom slowly fill up the huge baking pan.

The plastic spatula in the girl's hand smoothly smoothed the cake. She raised the baking tray and tapped it gently on the table to knock out the air bubbles inside before sending it into the oven that had been preheated for half an hour.

"That's fine, bake it for 10 minutes and then adjust the fire." Xia You said lightly. When making cakes, the girl always makes the same cake, so although she stuffed the batter into the oven now, except There was nothing to wash except the plastic spatula and the mixing bowl just now. She washed the things neatly with her hands and feet, and then wiped her hands. Only then did she take off the apron that was not suitable for her and was leaning on the door frame. Nakahara Chuya said: "Is Zhong also hungry?"

Nakahara Chuya is not slow, in fact, although Osamu Dazai is the holy grail in the world, and he can see a hundred steps away with one step, but Nakahara Chuya himself is not a person who is easy to get along with.

If you think that the gravitational force in the double black, the most powerful fighting force in Hong Kong and black, the former king of sheep is a person who can only rely on his limbs, and usually can't live for a few days.

"I came to you because..."

"I know, because of the winery."

After Xia You interrupted Chuya Zhongye, the two of them suddenly fell silent. A faint aroma of chocolate wafted out from the kitchen, and the cold air was neutralized by the faint sweet aroma. They didn't know what to do. Xia You, who spoke, sighed, and suddenly felt that being so stiff was of no help.

"The port mafia has a preliminary understanding of the high-level system of the winery--about the confidentiality of the high-level identities." She said with a positive attitude. Obviously, she is also a mafia, something that can be understood in nine games, the port mafia The party knows no less: "I have no excuse for hiding my identity."

"──Look for Dad." After listening to Xia You's reply, Zhongyuan Zhongye paused for a while, and then said suddenly.

"What?" Xia You raised his head blankly, and the expression that had been subconsciously covered by the girl was finally exposed in front of Chuya Zhongyuan. The boy frowned, and raised his voice and said, "When I first saw you, You said that you returned to Yokohama to find your biological father, is this true?"

He is not a vexatious person.

The winery is much more troublesome than the port mafia. After all, strictly speaking, the port mafia is even a legal enterprise in Yokohama, but the winery is indeed a transnational criminal group. Even if the high-level members inside intend to expose it to friends You know, they may be discovered by the winery executives and silenced.

Emiya Natsu had concealed that he was a member of the winery, and Nakahara was only annoyed—maybe a little more—but there was one thing he had to ask no matter what.

"...Are you looking for a father?" As if this long-lost word came into his mind, Xia You repeated Zhongyuan Chuya's question, and then hooked the corners of his lips in a funny and mocking way: "This matter It is indeed true, including when I first met you, what I said was basically true──except for the fact that Chaldea was a personal, physical, experimental, criminal, criminal, and group──At that time, I I didn't lie to you."

"I can't reveal anything about Chaldea, but I don't want to lie to you either—" Xia You looked straight into Nakaya Nakaya's blue eyes, like a 15-year-old girl who didn't understand anything. Crashing into the turbulent sea: "Four years ago, Wei Gong Xia You regarded you as a friend, and now Wei Gong Xia You is the same."

"...tsk." Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat, and after the boy paused for two seconds, he said unwillingly: "I wanted to say this earlier than you!"

"Hey?"

"Listen up, Emiya Xiayou." Nakahara Zhongya said solemnly, Xiayou subconsciously sat up straight, feeling as if Ozymandias had randomly checked her homework.

"I didn't introduce myself when we met before. I'm Chuya Nakahara of the Port Mafia."

Today's weather is fine, but Osamu Dazai is not in a good mood. The boy is wearing a long black trench coat, and he is walking listlessly on the street. It is clear that the river bank is shimmering today, and the small white spots are the sun's projection The reflection caused by the sky, the water surface is gentle and calm, it is a good place for entering the water.

But he just wasn't happy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) I want to blow up his car." It seems that because of the promotion, Dazai Osamu can see the dense crowds coming in and out from a distance, and he sighed exaggeratedly: "Ah, when will such a day be so big?"

"Dazai-kun." A familiar and disgusting voice sounded in Dazai's ears, and the boy's kite-colored eyes slightly looked in the direction of the sound, as if he was not surprised to see him holding hands. A blond-haired little girl, Mori Ogai, the current head of the port mafia.

"Mr. Mori---Alice-chan." Dazai Osamu moved his gaze down to the little blond girl who was being held by Mori Ogai's hand, and greeted him pleasantly.

The girl glanced at him without saying a word, and continued to hold the lollipop in her hand, looking like an innocent little girl.

"I have a headache today. Both Dazai-kun and Nakaya-kun skipped work, and Ozaki looks like he's going to go berserk." Mori Ogai walked to Dazai Osamu's side, holding a few bags of well-known children's clothing lo skirt brands in his hand , said complainingly.

"Did that short guy in Nakaya miss work too?" Osamu Dazai guessed it but pretended he didn't. He asked in surprise, two black-bellied actors who you know and I know are fighting against each other there.

"It's nothing to say, it's a headache for me." Mori Ogai, who couldn't tell that he was in trouble at all, said pretending to have a headache, not at all. In fact, it's his working hours, but he took the lead in skipping work and bringing his young daughter out to buy lo skirt self-consciousness.

"Speaking of which, yesterday's deal with there──Is there any problem?" Mori Ogai asked meaningfully while Dazai stood up from the squatting position. The boy blinked blankly and removed the bandage Outside the wrapped right eye, the exposed left eye is completely puzzled: "Didn't yesterday's transaction go smoothly?"

"...It is said that Chuya-kun lost his temper at the port warehouse." It is impossible that none of Mori Ogai's men were watching Dazai Osamu. In fact, this man witnessed him killing the former port mafia leader and then seizing power Sometimes even he is a little intimidated by the high-ranking teenagers.

The iris-colored eyes will never see light, and the carelessness that covers the surface of despair can be torn apart casually. The rotten and stinky despair and loneliness are frantically stretching out their tentacles behind the gently closed door, ready to tear away at any time. Passing, unsuspecting people were dragged into the swamp, engulfing them in a pitch-black swamp as colorless as ink.

Then devour it.

Osamu Dazai stood up straight with a half-smile, the long black windbreaker was hanging on his shoulders, the slight wrinkles were slowly pulled flattened by the weight under light movements, his whole body seemed to be in a mess With a clear black shadow, everything can be swallowed up by standing still, just like a black hole.

"Ah, Dazai!" The conversation between the two was interrupted by a distant voice. Dazai Osamu's eyes, which were like black holes without any light, lit up instantly as if they were lit up. Mori Ogai and Alice, who didn't seem to like him very much, waved wildly happily: "Here, here! Xia Youchan!"

Mori Ogai's gaze followed Dazai Osamu's direction to the direction of the mall. It seemed that it was an accident that the girl appeared here. The girl hurried a few steps happily, and stopped when she was about to reach Dazai Osamu.

"You're not going to commit suicide again on the road, are you?" the girl said suspiciously, she seemed to have been looking for him for a while: "I called your cell phone and you didn't answer it."

Osamu Dazai touched his pocket blankly, and took out a brand-new mobile phone from it. The boy paused for two seconds before opening his mouth: "Ah, I forgot to charge it."

"Are you an ancient person?" The girl complained speechlessly. After she complained, she said to Osamu Dazai: "If I couldn't find you here, I was going to go back to Tokyo. Fortunately, you are here. Brownie, I originally wanted to give it to Chuya, but after thinking about it, it might not be in your hands, so—”

The girl's voice suddenly paused, she blinked and looked at Mori Ogai who was standing quietly aside with a smile on her face, the girl stuffed the box in her hand into Osamu Dazai's arms, and looked at Alice excitedly : "What a cute little girl, Dazai, do you know her?"

A gleam flashed in Osamu Dazai's eyes, the boy nodded, and a faint smile appeared in his kite-colored left eye: "I'm not familiar, she's the young girl raised by this uncle's family."

Xia You hesitated for a moment, then repeated dully: "...Young girl?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai smiled and carried the box that the girl stuffed for him, sparing no effort to discredit his immediate superior.

"This uncle likes changing Alice's clothes the most."