Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

The torrential rain that lasted for an hour still raged mercilessly in the port city with lightning and thunder.The whistling wind is like the deep roar of some kind of predator, and the vast forest has become their hiding place.

After changing into her bathrobe, Qianli sat alone on the corridor outside the bedroom, with the face of a ghost hanging obliquely on the side of her head.

Yumeno Hisaku temporarily lived in the guest room on the south side, and Shinichi Oda took care of it.On the way back, the mentally tortured teenager fell asleep crying and didn't wake up until he got off the car.

...to take in a trouble.

Qianli leaned against the eaves pillars, the dark sky was empty and deep, something attracted him to stretch out his hand.

The cold raindrops hitting the thin palm did not hurt, but the burning sensation that followed was annoying for no reason.

He moved his gaze to the rockery where the lanterns were hung. The paper lanterns that had been treated for waterproofing were shaken from side to side by the wind.

The lifelike creeper patterns on the paper are like several poisonous snakes with their heads and tails intertwined-the bright red petals are snake letters, and the curly leaves are slippery snake scales.It opened its huge mouth to reveal its white fangs, and the misty rain and fog provided a natural camouflage.

Lights and shadows floated, and shadows of people stood there.

Qianli lowered his head as if being drawn, his empty eyes focused on the palm of his hand.At first it was just a vague graininess, small and faint, and its number multiplied as time went on.The dense black dots squeezed each other in the blood vessels, trying to eat the walls of the pipes and break through the skin.

His face turned pale suddenly, and he rubbed his rain-drenched left hand vigorously until a sweet and greasy smell of blood burst into his nostrils.

The frightened young man staggered to his feet, and quickly walked through the bedroom and the cloakroom.After taking off his clothes, he rushed straight into the bathroom, the sound of messy footsteps was accompanied by a suppressed panting/breathing.

After fumbling for a long time, I found the switch for the shower, and the cold water pouring down from my pocket immediately extinguished the panic in my heart.Qianli took off the mask slowly, and the red and black Prajna Ghost Face was always a grinning face.He raised his thumb and index finger to mark the distance, and then squeezed it close to the corner of his mouth.

Before he realized what he had done, the mask was slammed to the floor.

In an instant, splinters flew everywhere, and one of the splinters scratched his calf.The bright red blood slowly oozes out along the wound, merges with the water flow, and then pours into the drain.

"It's disgusting, it's so disgusting that I want to throw up..."

Qianli pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, revealing a self-deprecating smile.He combed all the loose hair back with his fingers, and raised his head to grab the oxygen he needed to survive.The light falling from above made the tails of his eyes slightly red, like a fish drowning in the sea.

After a few minutes, the shower switch was changed to hot water mode.The lingering water vapor gradually diffused, and the field of vision was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Qianli fell to the ground along the wall, his warm back pressed against the cold and hard wall.A trace of coolness penetrated into the brain along the spine, and the shoulder blades were painful.

The storm covered up all the unknown secrets. He bent one leg and let himself be surrounded by thick white mist, self-righteously believing that such an environment was safe enough.

For a while, the world was spinning, and after the dense pain passed, the field of vision was bottomless black.The viscous mud corroded a large hole in the bathroom, and it wrapped around his limbs like a living thing, dragging him down continuously.In just a few seconds, the stinky mud has flowed over the mouth and nose.

Suddenly, an unusually clear figure broke into his drowsy brain, with orange hair and blue eyes, and his whole body was covered with a layer of violent red light.

He stood on top of the ruins, behind him was a full moon that was redder than blood.The hands that had taken off their gloves looked like the sharp claws of some kind of beast, with dark red markings spreading upward along the fingertips.The irrational boy let out a shrill roar, and a gravity ball with a diameter of more than half a meter condensed in his palm.

Compression, collapse.

The biting murderous aura swallowed everything like a huge wave.

Do not!

Can't--!

Qianli, who woke up from the hallucination, hugged his knees in a panic, his thin body trembled uncontrollably, and the humid and heavy air made him almost unable to breathe.

Mr. Nakahara...

Mr. Nakahara...

Just calling out this name gave him the courage to face his heart.

The weak person is not Yumeno Hisaku, but himself.

He hated Osamu Dazai, even to the point of loathing, and the reason was nothing more than jealousy.He was jealous of the tacit understanding between the two when they were fighting, and he was jealous of the ability of 'Disqualification in the World' to recall the 'dirty' rationality.

Once this thought popped up, it could no longer be ignored, and Qianli gradually regained his composure.There is no one in the world who knows himself better than himself, unless he chooses to escape from the beginning.

The foul-smelling negative emotions gnawed at his heart bit by bit, without pain.Until a big hole was opened and the venom was soaked in, the strangely colored liquid was bubbling and bubbling.

Arrogant, mean, self-loathing.

……

[Midazolam: At two o'clock in the morning, the sound of rain is noisy.There is no sun tonight, no light tonight. ]

[Retrograde: ...Mida-kun, are you sure you are still awake? ]

[Midazolam: Well, I'm going to see the flowers. ]

[Retrograde: Do you like flowers? ]

[Midazolam: I don't like it. ]

***

Early in the morning, after the rain.A cool breeze passed through the long corridor, and water was still dripping from the eaves.The ornamental green plants are full of vitality and bright green, and the rockery washed by the heavy rain looks extraordinarily clean.

At this moment, a small figure quietly poked his head out from the corner, and he tiptoedly took the first step after confirming that there was no one else around.

The smug boy held a strange-looking puppet in his arms, and his goal was the master bedroom in the northwest corner.

The annoying uncle strictly forbids him to approach there, so Yumeno Hisaku sneaked out while the other party was going to wash up.

He is going to find Lord Qianli!

Just one-third of the distance away, the shoji door of a Japanese room ahead was suddenly pulled open.The man in the white coat over the suit stepped forward with long legs, blocking the only way for Yumeno Hisaku.

Takahashi Kazuko leaned lazily against the eaves pillar, with a lighted cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Good morning kid, where do you want to go?"

"Good morning." Yumeno Hisaku tilted his head, his eyes bent into bright crescents. "It's too big here, I accidentally lost my way~."

"Really? Then I'll take you back, just to familiarize you with the surrounding environment." Takahashi Kazuko said with a smile.Seemingly concerned about the presence of children, he stuffed the half-smoked cigarettes into the portable ashtray.

——Idiot, of course I lied to you!

Just when Yumeno Hisaku thought that his little thoughts had been successfully concealed from the other party, the man in front of him suddenly suppressed all his smiles in the next second, and took out a handful of dark Browning with no expression on his face.The double-barreled pistol/gun is like two M1911s merged together, and the muzzle is aimed at the center of his eyebrows.

"I know you very well, Yumeno-kun." With a soft 'click', Takahashi Kazuhikari skillfully opened the insurance.As a civilian who spends most of his time in the office, his gun posture is unusually standard.

"Are you thinking that if I shoot you, you can use 'Brain Hell' to break me? After all, we serve the same leader, and if I kill you, I will probably be executed as a traitor."

"Hehehe~." Yumeno Hisaku smiled sweetly, the twisted malice hidden under the cute appearance almost overflowed the eye sockets. "Then you want to make me happy? Uncle~."

Takahashi Kazuko pulled the trigger without hesitation, and two bullets pierced the air and shot out.

The faint pain from the calf made Yumeno Hisakusa lower his head in doubt, and the pupils imprinted with the pattern of the sun and stars suddenly narrowed.No blood, no penetrating wounds from bullets.He suddenly felt powerless, and his vision instantly dimmed.

The puppet slipped to the ground and fell asleep with its owner.

"It seems that the actual combat effect is not bad. 'Little White Mouse No. [-]' has been captured." Takahashi Kazuhiko narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, put away his pistol/gun and lit a cigarette for himself again. "I'm a doctor and I never kill. Please remember this, Yumeno-kun."

The Browning modified by him cannot fire normal bullets, and the magazine is filled with small automatic injectors with a diameter of 9mm.

Oda Shinichi, who came late, looked at this scene with a serious expression, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. "Satisfied?"

"Thank you for your cooperation." Takahashi Kazuhika took a puff of cigarette with a smile, and the light blue smoke slowly rose in the air.

"When will he wake up?" Oda Shinichi asked in a deep voice.

"Wait for Lord Qianli to finish his breakfast." After finishing speaking, Takahashi Kazuko added: "I specially chose the injection with short-acting time."

Oda Shinichi: "..."

***

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qianli was fully dressed and walked into the tea room specially used to entertain guests.The tall double cherry blossoms in the yard stretched their branches and leaves in the sun, and the sound of startled deer knocking on the stone slabs was neither slow nor urgent.

Yumeno Hisaku was lying on the low table with his head bowed, and the rice ball for one person next to him remained untouched.Qianli's sudden appearance temporarily freed him from his drowsy state, and the young man who was regarded as a "disaster" by others raised his head happily.

"Lord Qianli!"

A bloodless face was reflected in the pupils under the mask, and the tape holding the gauze was broken.When looking up at him, the white and fragile neck was revealed, and the blue-purple blood vessels were clearly discernible.Qianli frowned calmly, with a little scrutiny in his eyes.

The last time he met, he noticed that Yumeno Hisaku had an inexplicable obsession with him.It's not just the joy of meeting 'similar', but looking forward to getting his gaze.Likewise, those cautious explorations are born of incomprehensible ingratiating.

"Yumeno."

Yumeno Hisaku flinched for a moment, then sat upright obediently. "yes."

It's normal to be afraid of me.

Qianli's eyes were half closed, but his eyes shouldn't be so bold.

"I'll give you two years, Oda, you've met him, and he will teach you about firearms. 'G/Lock' is the captain of my private army, and he will be responsible for training your melee combat ability. I'm not interested in raising A waste, and the organization doesn't need a non-staff imprisoned in a brig."

A few words briefly summarized the tasks that Kusaku Yumeno must complete in the next period of time, and the person involved accepted the young man's arbitrary arrangement without any hesitation.

……obedience.

Qianli narrowed his eyes slightly. "I'll ask you an answer."

Yumeno Hisaku was startled, his hands holding the doll were twisted together uneasily. "Okay, okay."

"What do you want from me?"

"Eh? I, I don't think so! It's just—"

After half a minute of silence, Yumeno Hisaku, whose cheeks were flushed, finally plucked up the courage to speak out his true thoughts.To do otherwise...will die a miserable death like those he damaged.

Chisato-san's gaze told him so.

The 13-year-old boy, whose mental age was still in childhood, raised his head anxiously.

"I, I just yearn for you."

"Heh." Qianli raised the corner of his mouth, his short breath revealing undisguised sarcasm. "Two requirements, if you want to stay. First, you are not allowed to use supernatural powers without permission. Second, put away your curiosity and stay away from my bedroom."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the tea room, just in time to bump into Oda Shinichi who came in a hurry.The dignified man held a micro-communicator in his hand and handed it to Qianli along with the car keys.

This is an encrypted call from Mori Ogai's office.

Qianli frowned slightly. In fact, he was about to go to the office, and he had to ask the other party about something.

"leader."

"Mr. Qianli, the last move of the combination even surprised me a little bit. '