Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

[One hour before the fall of Yokohama]

The port city, which has been exposed to the sun for days, finally ushered in a long-lost cloudy day, with heavy dark clouds competing to squeeze the gray sky.The mansion located between the forest and the sea is quiet and silent, as if its existence is completely isolated from the world.

Oda Shinichi quickly left the kitchen with the food box in hand, and it was already daylight outside.The bleak sky light pierced through the clouds, and the paper lanterns used for lighting were gradually extinguished at fixed times.The grim-faced man delivered the breakfast to the door of his boss' bedroom, and Chisato just pushed open the shoji door after washing.

"Good morning, Lord Qianli."

"morning."

"Today we prepare salt-grilled mackerel, mushroom miso soup, chawanmushi, vegetable and potato salad, and rice."

"sorry to bother you."

Shinichi Oda bowed, put down the food box and moved a low table quickly.

After a simple breakfast, Qianli put on the mask again.After Shinichi Oda put away the tableware, he took out his phone to wake up the screen.

New mail: 0.

Missed calls: 0.

"Oda, did Takahashi stay overnight?"

Oda Shen kept getting up, and replied sternly: "He went back to the guest room on the east side at ten past three o'clock, and he should not be awake yet."

"Well, let him continue to sleep if there is nothing else."

"Are you going to the office?"

Chisato removed Murasame from the knife holder, and immediately walked out of the bedroom.

The landscaping in the courtyard is always the same, and when night falls, human imagination casts a veil of eerie and terrifying, and the scene presented by day is diametrically opposed.Stones of various shapes are covered with dark green moss, and the combination of the two forms several vibrant rockeries.The fine white sand draws spiral lines, and the still dead things are also flowing.

Qianli looked up at the sky, and the gloomy gray stretched to the other end of the city.There was no wind in the air, stuffy and oppressive.He faintly sensed that something was lurking in the dark, ready to move, and the illusion of maintaining the surface peace was about to be broken.

"Xiaotian, you and Takahashi stay here and wait for orders, don't leave at will."

Oda Shinichi nodded silently, the object of his allegiance is only Qianliyi, and there is no need to ask the reason for the order issued by the other party.

"I need a car."

"Yes."

Through the long corridor, Chisato left the mansion alone.The black car is parked in the tree-lined driveway as usual, and there is a silver-gray GLS450 next to it.

Sit in the driver's seat, fasten the seat belt, and adjust the seat back a little.Qianli inserted the key into the lock and started the car skillfully.Accompanied by the dull sound of the engine, the car quickly disappeared at the end of the road.After entering the main street, he gradually increased the accelerator, and the speed increased to seventy yards in a blink of an eye.

Although I seldom drive in person, the skill of driving thousands of miles is not bad.His coach is Oda Shinichi, but it is a pity that he has not obtained a formal driver's license until now.

The current time is 45:24, and the office workers who got up early hurriedly shuttled through this bustling city made of reinforced concrete. Their expressions were either sleepy or numb, and occasionally they could see one or two energetic newcomers in the workplace.The restaurants on both sides of the street hung up small wooden signs saying "Open", and the cashiers on the night shift of the [-]-hour convenience store opened the curtains while rubbing their eyes.

Everything that happened in front of him fully showed that this was a very normal morning, Qianli turned on the turn signal, and then drove into a sparsely populated coastal road.

It took about 10 minutes for the black sedan to pull into the Port Mafia office building.If it weren't for avoiding traffic surveillance cameras, the time spent on the road would be less.

At 57:[-], Qianli arrived at the chief's office.

Mori Ogai seems to be a little surprised by the arrival of the young man. After being promoted to a cadre, if it is not necessary, the work that the other party takes over is more inclined to assassinate.Even though he was full of suspicion, the supreme power still kept a gentle smile.

"Qianli-kun, have you had breakfast yet?"

Qianli nodded, and his sharp eyes swept across the two guards. "Let your captain come and see me."

"Yes!" The man guarding the left side of the gate bowed respectfully, and immediately backed out.

Sitting behind the desk, Mori Ogai put down the quill in his hand, and watched the scene with a smile on his lips.

The captain of the Guards who came in a hurry was a muscular young man in a neatly tailored suit.With a cut head, black hair, and sharp features, there is a trace of cruelty.Hidden on his waist are two small-caliber G/Locke Type 19 9mm pistols, and the replacement clips are wrapped around his left wrist with bandages.

"Leader, Lord Qianli."

Mori Ogai smiled and nodded.

This person's real name is Takatsu Kenta, and Qianli is more familiar with his code name-G/Lock.It has been six years since the Guards were established and promoted to captain.

"How many of you are currently on standby at the headquarters?"

"Eight people." 'G/Lock' said in a deep voice.

The Guards responsible for protecting the leader has a total of 30 people including 'G/Lock', and each member is an elite selected from within the organization after layers of screening.They are not only proficient in firearms, but also have first-class fighting ability.Captain 'G/Rock' was an underground boxer before he joined the Port Mafia, and won a hundred fights in a row before regaining his freedom.

Nine... enough.

Qianli pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Two of you guard all the entrances and exits of this floor, and there is no need to keep anyone indoors, I will take over."

'G/Lock' widened his eyes in surprise, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, he bowed and saluted. "yes!"

After taking this task 'Ge/Lock', he did not consult Mori Ogai's opinion, and only had an eye contact with his immediate superior when he entered the door.Because the guards directly under the leader's orders are Chisato's private troops, Mori Ogai made it clear at the beginning of its formation-Chisato's orders are above all else.

When the man returned to his post, Mori Ogai had almost guessed the intention of Chisato's arrangement.The disappearance of Yumeno Hisaku was not within his expectations, and the group's next actions will determine the final direction of the battle.

"Today please..."

Halfway through Mori Ogai's words, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting outside the door.Qianli's expression turned cold, and he pressed his right hand on the handle of Murasame's knife.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, 'G/Lock' who had just left for a short time broke in without asking for instructions.

"Report, 'Bo/Letta' and 'Colt' ignored orders and attacked their companions, suspected—"

Two arm-thick golden arcs brushed against his ears and disappeared instantly, and the captain of the Guards, who had experienced many battles, broke out in a cold sweat.When he turned his head and looked behind him, he saw 'Bo/Letta' and 'Colt' who had lost all sense, and passed out straight to the ground.Roughly judged, he completely lost his ability to move in a short period of time.

"Send them to the medical department. To be on the safe side, ask the doctor to inject them with tranquilizers." Qianli said lightly, with a faint electric current emerging from the corner of his raised clothes.

"It is estimated that there are quite a few people affected by the 'brain hell' inside the building. Please go help and try not to shoot as long as you can ensure your own safety."

'G/Lock' gestured towards the door, and the subordinates who received the order acted immediately.

After solving this little accident, Qianli walked to Mori Ogai's desk. "There are still a lot of documents."

Mori Ogai: "Senri-kun..."

Qianli: "Go on, don't be lazy."

Mori Ogai cleared his throat, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.He picked up the quill that was placed aside, and then explained in a deliberative tone: "Although it is not clear how many people have been affected by the 'Brain Hell', the fact that the Guards were not spared means that the current situation is not optimistic. You should not stay here, the purpose of the group is the whole of Yokohama."

After speaking, he motioned Qianli to look in the direction of the French windows.

The billowing smoke shot straight into the sky, like a giant centipede penetrating the sky and the earth.From near to far, the same picture appears in many corners of the city.

"I refuse." Qianli took a glance and then looked away, his deep pupils revealed an endless chill that made people fall into the abyss. "They're pointless."

Mori Ogai pressed the center of his eyebrows, the other party's undisguised indifference gave him a little headache. "This city is very important to me, and the lives of my subordinates are equally precious."

"Rintaro."

"Trust me, the leader of the group won't be stupid enough to send assassins to deal with me now. This is an order, Qianli."

Half a minute later, the black shadow that couldn't grasp the entity rushed to the first battlefield wrapped in golden lightning.

【now】

When Qianli was about to expand the support range to five kilometers away, the irrational people suddenly regained their sobriety.The moment the mutation happened, he disappeared in a flash among the weeping crowd.

Osamu Dazai...

***

The next day, Kazuhika Takahashi forwards a report of casualties within the Port Mafia to Chisato.Seven people were seriously injured, 11 people were slightly injured, and nearly [-] people were stunned by electric shocks, and the number of injured people in the subordinate organizations doubled.

Thankfully, no one was killed in this incident.

Koyo Ozaki, who returned that day, brought back an invitation letter, and Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, intends to have a secret talk with Mori Ogai.Qianli naturally went together, but he hid in the dark the whole time and did not show his face.

The leaders of the two sides could not reach a consensus on the cooperation matter proposed by Atsushi Nakajima, and the negotiations broke down.On the way back, Mori Ogai and Sensato took the same car, and the driver was 'Ge/Lock'.

Looking at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, Mori Ogai said with a smile. "It's a pity that Mr. Dazai rejected my proposal to invite him back to be a cadre. Did you hear our conversation just now?"

Qianli selectively ignored the question, staring at the phone alone.

[Mr. Nakahara: Thanks to you this time. ]

[Reply: I didn't do anything, Mr. Nakahara worked hard. ]

[Mr. Nakahara: Have a drink together when things are over? ]

[Response: ...I recently accepted the quest. ]

[Mr. Nakahara: Well, I still have a bunch of documents to deal with, so I will make an appointment next time. ]

"Mr. Qianli."

"Mr. Qianli—"

"I didn't arrange tasks for you. Lying is not a good habit."

Mori Ogai's ridicule came in his ear, Chisato put away his phone and looked sideways. "You are noisy."

Mori Ogai folded his hands on his knees, and a faint smile flashed across his dark purple pupils.He didn't continue to ask, but just looked at Qianli quietly.

"I'm not surprised that you will still make the same choice even if you do it all over again." Qianli looked back at the man beside him calmly, with an unusually calm tone. "Mr. Dazai described you as 'the embodiment of absolute logic and rationality'. If necessary, I hope you can abandon me without any burden. The survival and interests of the organization are above all else."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows: "If you were six years ago, you would never say such a thing, I am very honored."

"Oh." Qianli took the lead to look away, and after a short silence, he continued, "'How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch', I read it from a book some time ago. The 40-year-old There is no need for a middle-aged man to sleep in the same bed as a 22-year-old youth, it is very crowded."

Are you proficient in multiple languages ​​but deliberately distorting the original meaning of idioms? Are you in a bad mood?Frankly pointing out the age difference between myself and Dazai-kun...

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a meaningful smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

"You think the one who laughs last is Dazai-kun?"

Clairvoyance is half-closed, he doesn't like to assume, but if someone wants to do something to Mori Ogai—

"No, I'll kill him."

'G/Rock': I'm deaf, with a doctor's note.