How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

joy.

The first feeling when you wake up is that you are so relaxed and happy.

It's not like a seriously ill patient who just recovered from a serious illness and just woke up from a long coma.It's better to say that from birth till now, Yu Gongcui has never experienced this kind of [-]% positive feelings——

Too pure joy, it seems that everything in sight is covered with a thick layer of filter, becoming sweet and lovely.

Pulling off the infusion tube on the back of his hand, he slid off the hospital bed and walked to the bathroom with bare feet.

Humming a light tune intermittently in his mouth, he is obviously in a strange place, and his own state is very strange no matter how he looks at it, but even if he is aware of this, he still can't give birth to the slightest worry, and his mentality is strangely positive.

Yu Gongcui leaned on the sink to support her body, her upper body leaned forward slightly, and looked at the reflection in the mirror.

The messy black hair was already an inch long, wrapped in a few eye-catching snow-white bandages.Due to the long-term bed rest, it has lost a lot of weight, and its complexion is also morbidly pale, but its facial features are exquisite and smooth, and it is still his familiar face.

But compared to memory, it seems to be slightly older.

Although his appearance is between a teenager and a young man, and he is obviously a legal adult, the uncontrollable smile on his face and the inexplicable blush on his cheeks add a lot of childishness, making him look more like an over-the-top girl. Cheerful teenager.

Yu Gongcui thoughtfully pulled the edge of the bandage on her forehead, groping for the scar covered under it.

A strand of black hair slid down to his cheek along with the movement, making him pause involuntarily, creating a sense of disobedience other than the age mismatch.

He stopped his movements, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the black-haired boy with a bandaged head and blank eyes in the mirror.

——I seem to have seen this shape somewhere.

There was nothing in my mind, and the laborious search did not get any results.Yu Gongcui simply gave up this thankless task, and showed an overly warm and bright smile in front of the mirror.

The brain is secreting excess endorphins, and the heart is beating violently, pumping blood throughout the body.

Just the knowledge that he is still alive already made him feel uncontrollable joy.

The sound of the doorknob being turned and the door being pushed open came from outside, Yu Gongcui continued humming and straightened her image in front of the mirror, not caring who was coming.

Until the other party walked slowly to the door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a smile.

"I finally woke up. I was still worried that the operation would fail. After all, you were not in a good condition when you came back. So, how do you feel now?"

"It feels very—very good!"

Yugong Cui dragged her long voice, and answered with ups and downs in a brisk singing voice, then straightened up, and walked barefoot from the mirror to the young man standing at the door, standing just one step away from this person The place.

He put his hands behind his back and greeted him in a prim and childlike way, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Good morning, my," he tilted his head, "Master?"

The latter couldn't help but hooked the corners of his lips, and the indifferent aura like icebergs and snowfields was washed away a lot. At that moment, he seemed to be just an ordinary person with outstanding appearance.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the top of the boy's hair twice, feeling the smooth and cool touch in his hand, and corrected the address.

"Didn't I tell you that you can just call me Fei Jia?"

The replacement clothes have already been prepared, and it is a casual style that I think the other party will like.After taking off the hospital gown, except for the looming bandages in his hair, the young man who was entangled with him in high spirits no longer had the slightest sign of a patient, and he looked too lively.

I didn't expect such a quiet and reticent person to become like this after the operation.

Fyodor watched Yu Gongcui sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, humming a song and writing quickly, and did not ignore the strange blush on the other's cheeks as if drunk.

Due to the high-speed operation of the brain, are you in a state of abnormal excitement all the time?

It may be the abnormal ability caused by the operation. After all, the reasoning ability possessed by Yu Gongcui is also highly dependent on the brain, so this kind of result is understandable.

Overall, though, it was a success.

He softened his eyes, leaned down to hold the boy's face, put his fingertips on the forehead, the bridge of the nose and the full lips, and stroked gently and slowly along the central axis.

The latter obediently cooperated with his movements, narrowing his eyes slightly in enjoyment, like a kitten purring in its throat when being groomed.

"Huh? It's itchy, Fedya—!"

When the Adam's apple was touched, he laughed and dodged aside, holding his wrist in a symbolic way to express his refusal.

The touch of the palm is warm and dry, and when the skin touches, it almost feels like being burned.

Fyodor straightened up, put his right hand back to his side, his knuckles curled up slightly unconsciously.

The black-haired boy supported the sofa with one hand, and because he didn't wait for a response, he raised his head and peeked at him. After realizing the silence for a long time, his smiling tone was full of surprise and teasing.

"No way, can't you be angry? Wow, are you a cheapskate?"

[Go away.to die.do not bother me. 】

【Just seeing your face already makes me feel sick. 】

The sneering words and undisguised hatred eyes in the memory have long since disappeared. The man looked at this side with a smile on his face, and he was the only figure in the focused black pupils.

——Through the operation, it finally became his own spoils.

Finally feeling the reality of the success of the plan, the young man's deep wine-red eyes curved softly, revealing a genuine smile happily.

He moved closer, leaning closer to the boy's cheek with the most intimate gesture, and poured out all the faint breath into the boy's ear.

"It's mine now, Amamiya."

The other party maintained an unwavering smile, expressing approval with silence.

"Although he will abandon you, it shows that Osamu Dazai doesn't really care—but to be honest, I still really want to see his expression when he knows the truth."

Fyodor asked with a smile, "What do you think, Amamiya?"

May agree because of the fanatical loyalty to oneself after the operation, or may not care because all negative emotions have been lost.

However, beyond all expectations, the black-haired boy moved a little away, allowing him to clearly see the bewildered look on his face.

"Osamu Dazai...who is it?"

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After a series of tests, the current situation was finally sorted out.

The good news is that the operation was successful, Amamiya Cui's intelligence was not damaged, and indeed, as planned, she had a strong dependence and trust in Fyodor, and lost all negative emotions.

And the bad news that followed was that maybe there was a mistake in the middle of the operation, maybe it was because the subconscious still stubbornly hated the culprit, and refused to cooperate obediently no matter what—

As a result, Yu Gongcui, who woke up from the hospital bed now, lost all memory.

Not only the ones during the port mafia inauguration, but even the ghetto days can't be remembered.

Completely, turned into a blank sheet of paper.

In this case, it is undoubtedly impossible to obtain Hong Kong/black secrets, such as everyone's supernatural powers, through this channel, which can be easily obtained through Amamiya Cui, the deputy of the leader.

The value of the booty that was painstakingly won was greatly reduced.

After the successful operation, Yu Gongcui will remain absolutely loyal to him. It is subjectively unfeasible to act deliberately in order to protect the port mafia.

However, after confirming that the other party has indeed lost all his memories, the first thing he felt was not disappointment and anger... but the sense of turmoil in his heart because the situation was more satisfactory than expected.

It was an involuntary surprise.

The captured paintings are certainly good, but wouldn't it be better to smear the traces you want on the white paper?

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After Fyodor left, Yu Gongcui, who was left to rest in the room, sat on the sofa with her cheeks propped up, pretending to be dozing off.

In fact, he was secretly talking to a suspicious existence who called himself "the system".

"Because I made a wish, I was bound? 'The goal is to gain the trust value of the target of the attack, and the big gift bag will be unlocked after successfully clearing the level'. It's a bit strange no matter how you look at it——"

He stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and lay down on the soft sofa, "Forget it, I don't want to. But if Fei Jia asks, I will tell him the truth, okay?"

[The host cannot mention the system to the plot characters, and the system will not interfere with the host's personal behavior, please rest assured the host. 】

The mechanical electronic sound paused for a moment, [By the way, the current trust value of the target "Fyodor" is 30 points, and the current trust value of the target "Osamu Dazai" is 1 point.Please continue to work hard and strive to complete the task as soon as possible. 】

Osamu Dazai.

Yu Gongcui's heart skipped a beat, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fei Jia had also mentioned this name just now.Judging from his experience in playing role-playing games, it is probably a key NPC who is in a different camp from Fei Jia, right?

Moreover, it seems to be somewhat involved with the identity currently used.

Seemingly seeing through the vague curiosity emerging in his heart, the system asked the question intimately.

[In view of the host's first strategy, in order to reduce the difficulty of the game and promote the progress of the task, the system will give a free "plot outline" to briefly introduce the previous plot around the identity of the host.Would you like to accept it now? 】

Ah, isn't that the script?

Yu Gongcui was full of interest, and said "Yes" without hesitation.

Although Fei Jia did not deliberately conceal it, it was through a method similar to physical brainwashing that the relationship between the two became so close.But goodwill is goodwill. If it can be realized into a numerical value, his one-sided admiration for the youth must have reached its peak now.

That's why I can't control it, I want to know how to get to know each other, how to get along, and how to develop into the current situation——

All information about that person is morbidly, greedily, and every cell in his body is clamoring for extreme desire.

As for Dazai?

Now that Fei Jia mentioned it, let's take a look.