Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Lantang and Hill, who took off their gloves, scarf, and earmuffs and put them into the space, walked into the elevator and pressed the elevator button on the first floor.

"Well, I think..." Lan Tang looked at the pale palm with puzzled eyes, hesitant to speak.

Although he no longer felt cold at this moment, but... that feeling of uneasiness did not disappear.

"Huh? 'I feel that although it is no longer cold now, I have a hunch that the coldness emanating from the soul will still sweep over.' Mr. Lan Tang wants to say that?"

"Indeed...that's what I thought...then why?" Lan Tang's amber eyes blinked in surprise, and asked suspiciously.

At the same time, the office of the head of Hong Kong and black.

"According to the results of the examination, Rantang-kun is not feeling unwell, nor is it a problem with the nervous system, but simply hates the cold." Mori Ogai paused the monitoring that was playing with the remote control in his hand.

"...So Hill-chan's ability can even treat psychological problems?" Osamu Dazai stood in front of the table with his head slightly lowered, with an inexplicable expression.

Let Hill and Lan Tang go out first, because it is certain that Hill will definitely activate the ability on Lan Tang, so as to further confirm the scope of Hill's ability.In addition, the distance between Hill and Mr. Lantang Mr. Sen's current capable subordinates and future cadres was shortened, so that Hill gradually developed a bond with Hong Kong black.

It's just a play on Hill's whim, and it kills two birds with one stone, Mr. Mori.

"It's really an omnipotent healing ability!" Mori Ogai was once again surprised by the ability displayed by Hill.

"Sure enough, it's really great! Hill sauce."

After expressing his emotions, Ogai Mori looked at the quill on the table obliquely inserted into the pen holder for a while, then raised his head and looked around, and asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "...Speaking of which, Dazai-kun, the apartment Have you finished reading those books?"

"I've finished watching it a long time ago." Osamu Dazai replied casually.

"How does it feel?"

"Although it's boring, it's all about easy-to-understand things." Dazai stretched sleepily, planning to go back to the sofa and lie down for a while.

"Really..." Mori Ogai had a very normal look on his face, "Then help me with some documents?"

Dazai Osamu, who had his back turned to Mori Ogai, stopped, and the shadow of the light hit his pale side face, with an invisible emotion.

After a long time, he asked slowly, "Will you trust me so much?"

"What?" Mori Ogai blinked blankly.

"Mr. Mori, your attitude towards me is the same as before, but since that conversation in the basement——you have been deeply afraid of me, right?"

For a while, only the swinging sound of the ancient Western clock pendulum "click, click -" can be heard.

After a suffocating silence, Mori Ogai asked calmly: "Does Mr. Dazai know what the leader of the organization is?"

Without waiting for Osamu Dazai to answer, Mori Ogai closed his eyes, opened them again, and continued: "As the leader of an organization, while commanding the organization, he is also serving the organization loyally. It is both the head and the tail. Discovering and cultivating valuable Subordinates, put it in a suitable position. Of course, if necessary, it will be discarded after use."

"If it is for the benefit of the organization to survive and die, I must be willing to plunge into the abyss of filth, and I am willing to plan no matter how cruel and ruthless. This is everything I should do..."

"Dazai-kun, don't you want to join the mafia? Then, as my future direct subordinate, start to get in touch with the port mafia. Maybe——you will be very suitable for the mafia."

Osamu Dazai paused, his iris-colored pupils poured into darkness like ink, and murmured thoughtfully: "That's right...it should be like this..."

"Indeed it is."

He paused, turned around slowly, with the long clothes flapping behind him, and asked calmly, "So, what documents do you want me to handle, Mr. Sen?"

"Let me see..." Mori Ou pretended to think for a while, and quickly pulled out a few thick books from the pile of documents, "These...well, they are not complicated things, I believe Dazai-kun's Ability to move the little finger can handle it."

Said his eyes bent.

"Ah, is that so?" Osamu Dazai was noncommittal, pulled out the chair that Hill had been sitting on from Mori Ogai, pulled it aside and sat down.

After sitting down, he looked at the document that Mori Ogai handed him, the corners of his brows twitched uncontrollably, and he said with a dissatisfied expression: "Tch—it's really not a big deal... although you don't need to use your brain It can be solved, but it is a waste of time and energy, right? Mr. Mori, are you giving me something that you are impatient with?"

He shouldn't believe Mr. Sen's nonsense, this scheming old fox.

"Oh--'young people will do things that others hate', isn't that what they say?" Resting his chin with one hand, Mori Ogai said happily.

Well, free labor - get.

The perspective turns back to the elevator——

"Mr. Lantang's memory hasn't recovered yet?" Hill looked at the rising building outside.

"Well, I can't remember it at all." Lan Tang said with confused eyes: "It feels like there is a layer of plastic film, but it can't be pierced."

The elevator quickly descended to the bottom of the building, and Hill and Lan Tang walked out of the elevator.

Along the way, the guards in black suits with guns saluted Lan Tang respectfully. Although they were puzzled in their hearts why their boss Mr. Lan Tang suddenly dressed so "refreshingly" today, they were still very competent without saying a word. Not even extra eye contact.

"...So that's the case, is it obsession?" Hill said abruptly after exiting the automatic door.

Lan Tang, who was walking beside her, cast doubtful gazes.

...obsession?

"—Is it the obsession with 'flame'?" Lowering his eyes, Hill said calmly as he walked, "Because Mr. Lan Tang felt the ultimate 'flame' before he lost his memory, he subconsciously remembered it. That blazing heat makes you involuntarily feel the cold and be afraid of the cold, right?"

The wind from the side of the road rustled the leaves of the evergreens—like someone pulling plastic sheeting across the ground.

Suddenly, something shattered.

Lan Tang felt something flashing through his mind, it was engraved in his soul, it was a torn and distorted picture.

——The huge fireball devoured everything, the black flames, the boiling land, and even the air began to melt, and everything visible around was turned into ashes before being destroyed by the explosion's wind pressure...a black terrifying The beast stands in the center of that hell...

My soul is clamoring and trembling, just remembering this moment.

Immediately afterwards, all the memories flooded in like a storm, one frame after another flashed rapidly, and something roared angrily in the ear.

——It was a memory that was taken away.

Lan Tang felt that the time seemed to have passed only a second, and it seemed that a long, long time had passed.

Finally, the empty memory was filled. He savored this feeling of satisfaction carefully, but what followed was even more intense emptiness and unwillingness.

In reality, they have already walked hundreds of meters in silence.

"Ah—it's here!" Hill said in surprise.

Lan Tang suddenly regained his composure, and said nonchalantly, "Then I'll go buy the tickets first."

Quietly hide the stormy emotions under the calm sea level.

Hill gave him a strange look, and then ran over with light, small steps, and the fluttering skirt drew a pleasant arc in the air.

Under the reflection of the huge Ferris wheel, her small figure is miniature and cute.

Looking at this harmonious scene, Lan Tang unconsciously softened his eyes.