Group Pet Career in Yokohama

The huge Ferris wheel rotated slowly, and Hill in the cabin rested his hands on the transparent glass, looking out of the window with bright yellow eyes.

The sky is colorful and dazzling. As the Ferris wheel cabin slowly rises into the sky, the perspective moves accordingly, and the scenery as far as the eye can see is constantly changing.

This feeling is different from the prestige of being in the boss's office in the Mafia Building at the port, and it is also different from the speed and weightlessness in the sightseeing elevator full of future technology.

The passage of time seems to slow down with the rotation of the Ferris wheel.

Lan Tang observed Hill quietly.

He is grateful to this little girl who finally reminded him of his memory, and at the same time has a strong curiosity about this overly clever little girl.

She lost all her memories just like herself, so why does she who lost all her memories never seem to be confused, feel lost, or question herself?Is it easy to go with the situation or is she special?

Lan Tang deeply experienced the strong sense of unrest caused by not having any memory of the "past", which made him almost lose himself and deny himself in the torrent of time.

So while Lantang has a good impression of Hill, he also has a strong desire to explore.

"Does Hill like ferris wheels?" He took the initiative to change the topic a little strangely.

Um?Hill shifted his attention from the window to Lan Tang.

"I like it, I like everything that makes me curious." Hill smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"That's right..." Lan Tang then looked at Hill fixedly, and directly asked the question he had been wondering all along: "So Hill thinks memory is very important?"

"It's very important." Hill said.

Lan Tang was startled, and heard Hill continue to say:

"Because memory is the most important standard of consciousness for feeling that we exist in this world, and it is also the most important measure for our self to feel that life is continuing, so it is very important."

"So, if you lose your memory, or get someone else's memory, you can't tell what will happen. In short, you won't be your original self."

"Oh? Then why..." Lan Tang was a little surprised.

"'Then why do you show an attitude of not caring about the lost memory?' Is that what you say?" Hill blinked his clear eyes lightly and asked.

"Um……"

"Actually, I was very confused——when I just woke up. It seemed like a fetus that had just been separated from its mother and was abandoned on a cold street. My heart was empty and helpless, and I didn't understand the meaning of my existence at all."

Lan Tang blinked, yes... It was the same feeling as when he was wandering empty on the street when he just lost his memory.

So - what made you change?

Hill.

Lan Tang opened his amber eyes expectantly.

"Later, this feeling disappeared very quickly. Because of new memories, I met interesting people." Speaking of this, Hill showed a little smile and looked up at Lan Tang.

I saw him looking at himself inexplicably, as if a spider wanted to approach but was afraid of disturbing the butterflies docked on the petals - this kind of creepy look.

Hill continued nonchalantly: "I have no memory and met Dazai, Rintaro... and Mr. Rantang. Everyone is a contradictory and gentle existence."

Yes, the unpredictable Osamu Dazai, the unfathomable Mori Ogai, and the cruel Rantang in the eyes of others are contradictory and gentle existences in Hill's eyes.

Osamu Dazai's longing for death and yearning for survival was a hidden kind reminder to himself at the beginning.

Although Mori Ogai is a person who loves power and good power in the eyes of others, Hill can perceive that his selfish desire for power may be selfless dedication to something.

And his use and desire are sincere, and the care he shows in his daily life is also sincere, maybe he doesn't even pay attention to it himself.

And Lan Tang is obsessed with memory, fear of memory, and now gradually indulges himself unconsciously.

Everyone is an interesting person, Hill narrowed his eyes happily.

... including him?Lan Tang thought with some uncertainty.

"Compared to lost memories, 'creating' memories is also very important...isn't it?" Lan Tang asked, is it such a simple truth?

"Yes, but not all." Hill said somewhat ambiguously: "What is more important is the 'trust' in oneself."

"Trust in yourself?" Lan Tang frowned and asked in confusion.

"·It comes from the soul, the absolute trust in myself from the heart, this trust maintains my reason and spirit. It is the firm sense that no matter what is missing, I am the 'self', besides' What’s lost will be found someday’ and no matter what happened in the past, you have to believe that the best is yet to come—I think so.”

Lan Tang was silent.

...is this what I am missing?Out of not enough "trust" in oneself, so lost in the lack of the past, so angry that everything was taken away so easily... and now coveting the power to destroy the world so much.

He seemed puzzled, but also seemed to be thinking in relief.

"Everyone is different." As if knowing what Lan Tang was struggling with, Hill comforted: "Even if they have the same situation, people cannot be the same individual."

"You are unique. Your confusion, your persistence, and your contradictions are all real and originate from your inner desire. So Mr. Lan Tang, just be yourself." Hill looked at him gently.

"Um……"

Lan Tang was stunned for a while, as if he had figured something out, and finally showed a soothing smile like water waves.

Do you want to be yourself...

At this moment, the Ferris wheel has risen to the highest point, and the cabin is filled with soft sunlight. Lan Tang feels that his body has become a little warm again.

When the Ferris wheel stopped, it was getting dusk.The breeze blew gently, and Lan Tang dragged Hill out of the cabin.

Looking at the Mafia building in the port, which seems to be close at hand, but also seems to be far away, Hill sighed deeply.

I don't want to move, I'm so tired walking back.

Although she is in good health, she doesn't know if something happened before she lost her memory. Her physical strength is very poor, only one-third of that of an ordinary child, and she will become weak after a while of exercise.

Lan Tang found that the footsteps around him had stopped, so he couldn't help but look behind him.

"What's wrong? Hill."

I saw Hill staying where he was, his big goose yellow eyes flickering, looking at him helplessly, like a deer lost in the forest.

As if he understood Hill's wordless words, Lan Tang walked up to her helplessly, turned his back, squatted down and said, "Come on, Hill, I'll carry you back."

"Hmm!" Hill happily laid down on Lantang's seemingly thin but extremely powerful back, his curly and soft hair exuded a faint violet fragrance, and the coat under him was soft and comfortable, and he felt good lying on it.

"Let's go, Mr. Lan Tang!" Hill tightly wrapped his arms around Lan Tang's neck, rubbed his cheek against his fragrant and silky hair, and said happily.

The sun shone lazily on their bodies, on their intertwined pink-white and jet-black hair.

Port Mafia boss room.

Mori Ogai stared fixedly at the first line of the "Port Mafia March Property Expenditure Table" in front of him for a minute.

He scratched his head, rubbed his forehead again, finally heaved a long sigh, and said listlessly: "The port mafia is struggling to make ends meet again this month, the members at the grassroots level pick quarrels and stir up trouble, and they are completely disobedient to discipline, and the arms dealers seize the weapons that are waiting to be delivered. Firearms, one set on the surface and one set on the back, this is completely unacceptable..."

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting by the side, yawned sleepily, rubbed the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and said lazily: "So Mr. Mori, as the new leader, you are too kind to distinguish yourself from the previous generation... Finance Leaving aside, anyway, the port mafia has been poor for a day or two... For grassroots members who do not obey orders, they will be as merciless as the wind sweeping away fallen leaves, killing one and making an example. If the weapon dealer wants to design it to catch him The handle, give him some sweetness after threatening..."

"It's really great! Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai interrupted Dazai's unfinished words. Even though his majesty as the leader was questioned by his students, Mori Ogai did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation. It would be better to say——

"Then I'll leave these things to you. Severely punish subordinates who don't obey orders, and hold back weapon dealers... What a timely rain!"

"...It's so boring, Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai gave Mori Ogai a particularly gloomy look, and then resumed his indifference and continued to bury his head in the document, "I know you won't complain for no reason."

"Haha... Now I am short of people who can use me. I have taught you for so long, so please help me... The 'Xiandai faction' is not dead, and the hostile organization is about to move. It is really embarrassing for this leader What?" Mori Ogai scratched his head and said with a wry smile.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, he looked at the scenery outside, and suddenly said: "Dazai-kun, Hill-chan and Lantang-kun have been out for a long time...why haven't you come back?" No Hill-chan sweetly called "Rin Taro" Come to relieve my troubled mood, it's so lonely.

"Huh? How do I know, it wasn't Mr. Mori, did you ask Mr. Lan Tang to accompany Xiao Xier out?" Osamu Dazai said dissatisfiedly, he would rather carry Xiao Xi behind his back than accompany the old man Mori Ogai in the chief's room I went to ride the Ferris wheel, and then carried her back—back and forth twice.

At this time, Lan Tang's office.

Lan Tang tucked the corner of the quilt for Hill who was sleeping soundly, stroked her messy hair, then walked out of the lounge, and said to the subordinates standing at the desk: "Go and report to the leader, just say Miss Hill She fell asleep on the way back, and when she wakes up, I will personally send her to the chief's room."

"Yes." The subordinate in a black suit respectfully retreated.

Lan Tang sat down behind the desk and began to work on his work.