I was touched by Yokohama

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in front of the chief's office, paused, and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Stepping into the door, Zhongyuan Zhong also saluted the man with no expression on his face: "Boss, those opposing organizations have all been dealt with."

Behind the large desk sat a young man in a black trench coat with a stand-up collar. He had short black curly hair and iris-colored eyes. He had a thin figure and a red scarf that symbolized the status of a leader was hung around his neck.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes and let out a breath slowly.

Until now, until he has accepted this fact, he still can't understand how all this developed into what it is now.

The former leader of the port mafia was actually Mr. Mori. However, after he returned from a business trip, everything changed drastically. Dazai Osamu became the leader, and Mr. Mori disappeared.

Whether it is the enemy or the subordinates, they have already tacitly agreed that Mr. Mori has died at the hands of his former student, Osamu Dazai, just like the previous leader.

Dazai Osamu was correcting the documents, his expression was calm, he was not moved by these organizations that still existed yesterday: "That's it, I have something else to tell you."

Chuya Zhongyuan: "...Yes, leader."

Before exiting the chief's office, Nakahara Nakaya accidentally caught a glimpse of a cat on the sofa in the corner out of the corner of his eye.It was a snow-white cat with a pair of golden cat pupils. It was a very beautiful cat.

One day after Osamu Dazai became the leader, he suddenly ordered someone to find him, and he specified that he wanted a cat with white hair and golden eyes.After the cat was delivered, it was the only trace of life in this oppressive office.

The only strange thing is that Osamu Dazai only kept this cat in the Port Mafia, and occasionally he was carried to the office. For Osamu Dazai, who had never been close to any pets, he seemed to like it very much, but in fact Every time, I just let people put the cat on the sofa, and the cat is not allowed to come closer. Occasionally, I take the time to look up a few times. I have never touched this cat, and I don’t seem to like this cat very much.

Every time I ask my subordinates to take the cat away, I don't see the slightest nostalgia.

It would be inexplicable for anyone to do this kind of behavior, because it is Dazai Osamu, so no one dares to discuss it.

And if Nakahara Nakahara was able to figure out a little bit about Dazai Osamu's behavior when he was a partner, then now, he can't see through this guy's thinking at all.

However, since Osamu Dazai became the leader, this is not the only thing he has done that people can't see through.

After Nakahara Chuya left, Osamu Dazai closed the document in his hand and pressed the center of his brow. His left eye was wrapped with a snow-white bandage, and the only iris-colored eye that was exposed was deep, and no one could see it. Emotions.

Just like this darkened office, there is no light from the outside world.

In Dazai Osamu's heart, now, his life has only one purpose, which is to keep the only living world of this friend going.

If there are any exceptions, it is only…

Osamu Dazai's fingertips trembled slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

……

Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped into the elevator, pressed his black top hat, and there was a trace of fatigue in his cobalt blue eyes.

The port mafia is constantly expanding its power, and it seems that there is no day when it will stop. Correspondingly, as a cadre, Chuya Zhongyuan rarely stops.

But his state is much better than that of Dazai Osamu as the leader.

That guy Osamu Dazai... now Nakahara Chu can only call him so casually in his heart. That guy, almost as if he doesn't feel tired, is running day and night like a machine without stopping.

Nakahara even felt that Osamu Dazai was deliberately burning his own life in exchange for something else.

Why is it so desperate to expand the port mafia, which is already strong enough, even the Central Plains, who often guards the leader Dazai Osamu, can't figure it out.

Obviously, Osamu Dazai didn't intend to reveal it to anyone.I hope that in the future, I will have the opportunity to know the truth.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed the center of his brows, stretched his hand towards the elevator button, pursed his lips, and his cobalt blue eyes had a slightly hazy color.

It wasn't until there was a feeling of hunger in his stomach that Nakahara Nakaya came back to his senses, realizing that in order to deal with those organizations that opposed Mafia at the port, he hadn't had time to eat two consecutive meals.

He was about to press the button on his office floor, but after a pause, the red-haired young man turned his fingers and pressed on a certain floor casually.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to go to the cafeteria here today.

In fact, as a high-level member of the port mafia, Zhong Yuanzhong does not need to go to the cafeteria to solve the problem of lunch like other employees, but probably... still suddenly have some strange ideas, and want to go to a slightly more lively place Let's learn from the popularity of this place.

But not long after pressing the elevator button, Zhong Yuanzhong realized that he had taken it for granted.Even a place like the cafeteria of the port mafia doesn't have the so-called "lively".

A relaxed atmosphere simply does not exist in this high-speed organization that is constantly under high pressure.

The rapid expansion of the port mafia's power is a miracle in the real world, but in contrast, to achieve this level in such a short few years, the port mafia organization will always pay something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed, and was about to press the button to go to the office again, when the elevator door suddenly opened.

It's already here.

At the same time, what squeezed into the elevator room was a burst of pleasant surprise and laughter from the cafeteria.

laughter?

Zhong Yuanzhong also almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. He didn't even remember that there were subordinates who would make such a relaxed sound of bluffing in the port mafia.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who originally planned to go back to eat the cadre meal, suddenly changed his mind and stepped out of the elevator instead.

"Wow!"

"This is too cute!"

The noisy and laughing voices became clearer and clearer. Obviously, it was not a single person bluffing, but more like a group of people bluffing.

Good hearing even allowed Nakahara to recognize the voices of his two capable men.

And in Zhongyuan Zhongye's impression, those subordinates are definitely not the kind of character who would follow other people to make a fuss.

What makes them so happy?

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, rare to be curious, walked into the cafeteria, and before taking two steps, he felt a soft touch from his ankle.

"Meow." An equally soft cat meow followed.

It was obviously just an ordinary meow, but it was sweet, as if melted with honey, so sweet and soft that people couldn't help but want to curl the corners of their mouths.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head, and a palm-sized cat was sitting on his shoe, like a handful of soft and fluffy snow.

It seems that as long as he moves more vigorously, the handful of snow will melt into the world and disappear completely.

This sudden association made Nakahara Nakaya subconsciously restrain his stepping movements, and stared at the cat sitting leisurely on his shoes.

There was a faint sound of breathing from around, and no one expected that the Central Plains cadres would suddenly appear here, let alone that the cat would hit each other directly with such precision.

Unlike the people around who were staring at the kitten and Zhong Yuanzhong were a little worried, the pure white cat didn't seem to be afraid of him, tilted its fluffy head, and barked softly at Zhong Yuanzhong.

"Meow."

It's like greeting acquaintances in a serious manner.

Before Zhong Yuanzhong had time to think about it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug the cat.

"Meow." The little white cat didn't resist, but nestled lazily in Zhongya's arms, blinking the cat's pupils very calmly.

It was only then that Zhong Yuan Zhong noticed that this snow-white kitten had a pair of extremely beautiful golden eyes that were as clear as jewels.

Unexpectedly, Nakahara Chuya's mind flashed the cat with the same coat color and eye color in the chief's office.

...It's a bit of a coincidence.

But this kind of thought just passed by in a flash. From Zhong Yuanzhong's point of view, although they both looked like cats with white hair and golden eyes, the difference between the two cats was so great that they could be distinguished almost without thinking.

"Master Chuya..." Seeing that Zhongya was holding the cat, several subordinates had been contemplating without speaking, and finally dared to speak cautiously.

Chuya Chuya's popularity in the port mafia is still very good, and his character is not a difficult person to talk to his subordinates.

At least much better than Osamu Dazai.

Especially after Osamu Dazai became the leader, although he didn't have the fun of tricking his subordinates from time to time like before, everyone was more afraid of him.

Thinking of the leader Dazai, several subordinates couldn't help shivering.

"Is this the cat you brought?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know that he was already a "talkative" image in the eyes of others, so he asked.

"No, Mr. Chuya, this cat appeared in the cafeteria at No. [-] at noon today, probably slipped in from nowhere..." The subordinate tentatively asked, "Do you want to drive this cat out?"

Speaking of this, the subordinates who had already started the idea of ​​raising a cat looked at the little white cat in Zhongya Zhongya's arms with some reluctance.

He thinks that cat is really cute... It is not afraid of people at all, and it is not clingy. At first, it just sat upright in the corner of the cafeteria, as if looking at the surrounding environment and people. After someone noticed the cat, Unknowingly, everyone couldn't help but gather around the cat and began to want to feed it.

It's a pity that Mr. Chuya came before he had time to feed the little white cat.

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the eyes of his subordinates: "..."

"No need," looking at his subordinates who lost their vigilance because of the cute cat, Zhong Yuanzhong also said a little speechlessly, "I'll take it out."

In this sensitive period, there are countless people outside who want to assassinate Osamu Dazai, even a small cat may have problems.

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes slightly, staring down at the little hairy dumpling in his arms, thoughtful.

Is there really an ordinary cat who can pass through the heavy defenses of the Communist Party and run to the inside of the port mafia just by luck?

"Meow?" The little cat shook the tip of its soft and fluffy tail, with an innocent expression on its face.

The fingertips that were lightly rubbed by the cat's tail felt a little numb, and Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed, and twirled his fingers calmly.

……

In the end, even though he said he wanted to drive the cat out, at the end of the day, Zhong Yuan took the cat back to his office.

For some reason, even though he thought the cat was a bit suspicious, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't want to drive it out.

Wanting to get closer, wanting to touch, is like a person walking alone in the dark holding a small ball of the brightest fire.

The ocher-haired young man hugged a warm and soft ball, and his heart, which had always been empty, seemed to be filled with something.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Forget it, if you keep staring at it, it doesn't matter if there is a problem.

He frowned and seriously warned the cat not to run around, while gently placing the cat on the sofa.

There is no way, this cat looks too fragile, Nakahara thought, and the sound is also very delicate.

It's not okay to treat it carelessly.

Fortunately, after the cat tilted its head and looked at him, it seemed to understand what he meant. It nestled on the sofa obediently, and slightly closed its round golden cat pupils.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little relieved, returned to his desk, and gradually began to focus on correcting the documents on that table.

The only sound left in the office was the rustle of the nib rubbing against the paper.

The tea tea cat on the sofa shook its fluffy ears, half-closed its eyes, and glanced at the red-haired young man who was reviewing documents.

Wearing a black suit, the young man with reddish-haired blue eyes was straightening his lips and frowning slightly as he looked at the document.His eyes are light blue, and when he presses the center of his brows occasionally, the cobalt blue eyes are full of unconcealable fatigue.

There was some kind of invisible and heavy pressure on his body.

Mr. Chuya... Chacha thought, is there something wrong.

In other words, there is nothing quite right in this world.

Chacha accidentally fell into this parallel world due to a certain accident.

At that time, it seemed that everyone started fighting for some unknown reason, and then it was a mess, and various forces of different natures collided to form a singularity, and Chacha became a pond fish that was affected by disaster.

Until she was pulled into the parallel world, she could still see the shocked and panicked expressions of everyone in the main world at that moment.

In fact, even if they fought, they still deliberately avoided Chacha, saying things like "Miss, don't worry", "It's okay, Chacha, we are just discussing each other", "Friendly communication is also a way to improve strength".

It's just that after Chacha finished eating a piece of potato chips, she still decided to try to persuade the fight, and that's why she accidentally ended up in this situation.

But in Chacha's view, this is not a big problem.

Isn't it just that you have traveled to a parallel world? It's not like you haven't worn it before.

Originally, Chacha didn't plan to stay any longer, but after discovering that this world is the "only" parallel world that avoided the death of Sakunosuke Oda besides the main world, Chacha became a little curious.

She doesn't dislike human beings struggling out of their established destiny.What's more, the one who did that in this world is Mr. Dazai.

So Chacha decided to take a look at the Port Mafia.

Then I was accidentally attracted by the food in the cafeteria, and it became the current situation.

Looking at Chuya Zhongyuan, Chachamao sighed silently.

Mr. Chuya is already in this state, and Mr. Dazai's condition is probably even worse.

There was a knock on the door, and Chuya Zhongya's lunch was delivered by his subordinates. Chuya Zhongya closed the document in his hand and started to eat lunch.

But he was so busy that he didn't forget that he hadn't eaten the tea yet, so he opened the specially bought cat rice ordered by his subordinates.

Before he could take Maofan to Chacha, a fluffy snow dumpling suddenly jumped up on the table.

"Why did you get here..." There was still a pile of important documents on the table, and Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to hug the cat down.

"Meow." Chachamao let out a soft cry, and was already immersed in eating the cat rice in the box.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Forget it, it's not a big problem, he just watched carefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't realize that today he had more thoughts of "forget it" than usual.

Just looking at the table full of documents, there is a little hair ball that is concentrating on eating food, it seems that some kind of pressure in my heart has also unknowingly dissipated a lot.

After eating the cat meal, Chachamao consciously jumped off the desk and returned to the sofa to take a nap.

There was a faint smell of Zhongye from the Central Plains on the sofa, and it was obvious that the other party would just rest on the sofa sometimes when it was too late.

Chachamao yawned and closed his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye continued to revise the documents.

The sun came in, and there was still only the rustling sound of the pen rubbing against the paper in the room. Other than that, the room was quiet, but it had a more peaceful atmosphere than before.

……

After Chacha woke up, she found that Zhong Yuanzhong was no longer in the office.

Probably because there was another temporary assignment, and the door of the office was also locked, probably because he was afraid that Chacha would run out.

Cat food and drinking water are also prepared next to the sofa.

If Chacha is really just a cat, as long as he stays here, he will be able to wait for the young man with red hair in a short time.

But Chacha is not just an ordinary cat.

The snow-white kitten jumped off the sofa and walked to the door. Naturally, the locked door couldn't stop it.

After walking around the building, Chacha became more and more sure that the port mafia had changed too much, and what Mr. Dazai in this world had done.

Because you want to protect the world where your best friend is writing a novel...

Chacha sighed softly, and was about to transform back into a human form when suddenly he hugged her with both hands.

"Is it a new cat? Why did it come here?" The young man's voice was very clear and clean, but there was a little hoarseness at the end.

But even so, it still sounded familiar.

"?" Chachamao paused and turned to look.

The owner of the hand is a boy who looks like Atsushi Nakajima.

The only difference from the main world is that Atsushi Nakajima in this world is probably not in a very good state of mind, and there is almost no light in his downcast eyes.

And around his neck, there is a somewhat weird collar.

Chacha took a few more glances, and Atsushi Nakajima was already walking towards the elevator with Chacha in his arms.

The elevator was slowly rising, and Atsushi Nakajima glanced down at the little white cat in his hand.

This cat looks much smaller than the previous one. Its fur is white and clean. When it is touched in the hand, it is soft and gentle. It reminds people of soft moonlight or snow. Everything in this world is the purest. tender stuff.

That's weird, it's just a cat.

Even though he was thinking this way, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but turn his eyes a little softly, and took the initiative to touch Chachamao's head.

"When we get to Mr. Dazai's place later, be good and don't run around."

"Meow." Chachamao tilted her head.

Arriving at the door of the chief's office, Atsushi Nakajima became visibly nervous, knocked on the door with his head down, and stepped in with Chacha in his arms after getting permission.

"Dazai first... Chief, the new cat has been delivered."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai behind the desk raised his eyes after hearing the words, his expression was calm and unmoved, but then his eyes suddenly froze.

He stared closely at the little white cat in Atsushi Nakajima's hand, as if something was tumbling violently in his eyes, and even the pen fell to the ground, but he couldn't get Dazai Osamu's attention.

Atsushi Nakajima has never seen Mr. Dazai who lost his composure like this.

But when Atsushi Nakajima looked again, Osamu Dazai had already withdrawn his gaze, and there was no trace of the emotion shown in the moment before.

Atsushi Nakajima almost felt that it was his own illusion.

"Is this the cat they sent?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Atsushi Nakajima bowed his head, hesitated for a moment, and replied respectfully: "Yes, leader, but the cat accidentally ran out, and I found it just now."

Chacha understood, they mistook themselves for the cat that the people below should have sent over.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his kite-colored eyes slightly, and looked at Chachamao thoughtfully. The violent emotional change at that moment before had been hidden to the deepest point, and his gaze carried a scrutiny of Chacha.

The Chachamao in Atsushi Nakajima's arms looked back at the strange yet familiar Mr. Dazai, and sighed softly in his heart.

Knew it……

Atsushi Nakajima put Chacha on the sofa in the corner and withdrew. Chachamao stood up from the sofa and stared at Osamu Dazai who was reviewing the documents.

In the office of the port mafia leader, it was tightly sealed. There was no light from the outside world, only the lifeless cold light fell.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man sitting behind the desk was wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar, and his body could still be judged to be very thin.His skin is very white, with a kind of paleness that has not seen the sun all year round, his left eye is tied with a snow-white bandage, and under the only right eye that is exposed is a touch of black and blue.

Obviously, the other party's current physical condition does not belong to the category of "health".

But even physical condition is a minor issue.

What's more serious is his inside.

He is already dying.Chacha perceives this very clearly, and she is still dragging this terrible body to the last breath, but it is only because she relies on the last crumbling fire in her heart to support her.

Mr. Dazai in this world is indeed using the price of burning his own life to reverse the established destiny regardless of the consequences.

In other words, regardless of their own consequences.

Chachamao jumped off the comfortable sofa, and walked towards Osamu Dazai with its paws leisurely.

The pen in Osamu Dazai's hand paused slightly.

With his vigilance towards the surroundings, he naturally knew that the cat just carried by Atsushi Nakajima was approaching him.

In fact, Osamu Dazai doesn't like cats, nor does he like dogs.

He also never had much interest in keeping pets.

The only reason someone would put a cat in his office was because of... some secret desire in his heart that no one knew about.

What he longed for was an existence that only he knew in this world.

He monopolizes this secret, and the more he longs for it, the more he envies himself in another world.

Why is he so lucky in the main world?

If you don't lose anything, you can change the fate of your best friend. Standing in the light, you can continue to guard the unique and most precious treasure in the 8000 billion trillion parallel world.

Thinking about it, the heart is like being burned by a flame, and the strong desire is gnawing at the heart.

Why, it can't be him?

But as time passed, Osamu Dazai, who had had some ridiculously small expectations at first, became clearer that miracles would not happen to him.

That treasure, separated by a whole world, he couldn't touch it, or even encounter it.

He can only peep a little trace of the treasure from the "book".

And even the "book" can't always capture the actions that belong to Chacha. This is the essence of power suppression, and the "book" can't do anything about it.

Greedily and cherishingly absorbing the "light" belonging to another world, Osamu Dazai could not really be saved.

Wangmei quenches thirst, but that's it.

When placing similar cats in the same space, Osamu Dazai can get a little bit of the illusion that "the treasure he longs for is by his side", but it is also very limited.

A fake is still a fake after all, especially Osamu Dazai is a sober person who never indulges in false illusions.

People who live too clearly are more likely to suffer and despair.

And just when Osamu Dazai no longer planned to quench his thirst with poison in this one-shot method, the people below reported that they had found a cat that fit the characteristics that the leader said.

Osamu Dazai was noncommittal.

But when he actually saw it, Osamu Dazai realized that this cat... really looks alike.

It's not just about looks.

More importantly, that kind of wonderful, warm and bright feeling like being close to the light.

That is something no false illusion can disguise.

"Meow." While he was thinking, a small group of snow-white cats jumped onto Osamu Dazai's legs.

And with the cat's intimacy, the numb heart that does not fluctuate in the chest seems to be shaking.

The violent agitation almost burst through the chest, bringing with it breathless expectations and fears.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes: "..."

He looked at Chacha seriously.

What he desires and pursues simply does not exist in this false and fragile world.

Osamu Dazai said to himself.

So... is it the effect of some kind of supernatural power?

Although his superhuman ability is a disqualification in the world, it may need to be touched directly to eliminate it.

Osamu Dazai sat there motionless, letting the cat step on him. After a while, he stretched out his hand and touched Chacha.

...no change.

Osamu Dazai: "..." How is it possible?

"Meow." Chachamao innocently raised its head and shook its ears.

The red scarf representing the identity of the leader was hung on the neck of the black-haired young man, winding down long. Chacha tilted her head for a while, stretched out her paw, and scratched the tail of the scarf gently.

The cat's claws are likely to scratch the red scarf.

But Osamu Dazai didn't care about these things at all.

If it is not because of the superpower, then the only possibility is...

He opened his eyes slightly, as if trying to identify something.The back of the eyes, like stagnant water, can't reflect anything, at this moment, the petite shadow of the little white cat is clearly reflected.

The dark bottom of the pool swayed, and a ray of light slowly broke out.

Then, it gets brighter and brighter.