Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

It was the beginning of May, and the air-conditioning was already turned on in the car.Same as when he came, Qianli sat quietly in the passenger seat, silent.The large coat was marked by the seat belt, from which it can be seen that the 'boy' has a thin body, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as petite.He took out his phone and woke up the screen, and the numbers displayed on the top were 01:03.

Under normal circumstances, it takes about half an hour to drive from Tokyo to Yokohama, but driving at night is almost unimpeded, even red lights rarely appear, and the time spent on the road may be further shortened.

After another 5 minutes, the taillights of the black car disappeared in a luxurious neighborhood in Ginza.Without those colorful neon lights, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.The young man acting as the driver gradually increased the accelerator, and the speed of the car increased to 120 yards in a blink of an eye.

His technique is quite good, and the galloping car is still smooth.

"Lord Qianli." The smoky pupils stared intently at the lane ahead, and the high beams had limited vision.In order to be safe, drivers must maintain a high degree of concentration. "Go straight back to the office?"

Qianli tilted his head, and a corner of the mask was faintly exposed under the hood.The light from the street lamp shines through the car window, and it is hard to tell whether it is bright red or deep red in the alternation of light and dark.

"Go home." Just two words, concise and to the point.

The car fell silent again until it passed a tunnel.The special lamps used for lighting are softened to avoid 'black hole effect' or 'white hole effect' caused by sudden changes in brightness.The back of Qianli's head was pressed against the back of the chair, and his body was naturally relaxed.

"You have been with me for five years." A statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Do you have any thoughts on transferring? Your qualifications are enough to be promoted to a cadre candidate."

Hearing this, the young man frowned, and his right hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly.This extraordinary movement made the shocking scar on the back of his hand more obvious, and the white area looked like a dying centipede.

"No, please let me stay with you."

"……I see."

Qianli turned his gaze out of the window, and the car speeded up again after exiting the tunnel.He joined the port mafia at the age of 14 and has been in it for six years now.The first encounter between the two was really not a happy one. One was on an assassination mission, and the other was about to be executed by the mission target.At the age of 15, he served as the chief guard and unknown assassin, a job that continues to this day.Youth 22, the heir of a small gang.

By chance, he saved the other party's life. Since then, the port mafia has gained a new face, and he has a dedicated life assistant.

Time always slips away quietly inadvertently, so fast that people can't catch it.

Flash is five years.

Qianli became one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, and the young Oda Shinichi also truly integrated into the organization.Quickly skip the break-in period and nothing seems to have changed.

He looked into the distance quietly, and the youthful face under the mask was neither sad nor happy.As far as the eyes can see, there is boundless darkness, and sporadic lights flicker from time to time.Some people are dreaming soundly, while the minority with severe insomnia can only keep their eyes open and look at the ceiling, surviving the long night alone.When the morning light breaks, we are tired of ushering in a new day, and so on.

01:25, the black car entered Yokohama.

At 01:37, leave the main street and turn into a driveway surrounded by trees.

At 01:39, the headlights of the car swept past the wooden sign that said 'Private property, do not enter except'.

01:40, the destination arrived.

As the car door opened and closed, Qianli walked down first.His current residence is a typical Japanese-style building, located in the vast forest.The environment is quiet and sparsely populated.Looking down from a high altitude, it can be clearly seen that it is a boxy rectangle surrounded by two-meter-high courtyard walls, and rooms with different uses are connected to each other through corridors with wooden floors.Xieshan top, deep overhanging eaves, and windows on all sides.

A lantern with a plain white background hangs on the brown-painted gate at the entrance, and a cluster of vivid cherry blossoms jumps on the paper.The source of light is not a candle, but an LED lamp made into a candle.

As Chisato's life assistant, Oda Shinichi lives in one of the guest rooms most of the time.The two walked through the Zen-like courtyard one after the other, and paper lanterns with different patterns can be seen everywhere.

Oda Shinichi's bedroom was relatively close to the front hall. After watching his boss leave, he turned and walked into the house.

Those who are lucky enough to step into this place will find a strange thing, the lanterns used for lighting are not extinguished all night until dawn.

Qianli walked slowly under the quiet porch, the dark brown wooden floor creaked.For some unknown reason, there were almost no traces of birds, insects and ants within a radius of one kilometer.

The night was dark, and the light falling from the top of his head stretched his vague shadow extremely long, and finally extended to the yard, completely blending with the triangular distribution of rockeries.

Qianli's bedroom is at the end of the corridor, and the lights are on in the room.Pushing open the shoji door, the interior decorations are pitiful.Standing against the wall on the left is a half-person-high locker. The body of the cabinet is painted black, and a blooming Yae Sakura is painted on it.There is a knife holder made of mahogany on the top of the cabinet, and beside the knife holder is a bunch of pure white Casablanca inserted in a thin-necked vase.

He took off the Yizheng Dao knife hanging on his waist, put it back on the knife holder, and then walked into the adjacent cloakroom.

Hooded coats, scarves, turtlenecks, everything was stripped off and thrown into the hamper in the corner.The mask that never left the body before stepping into the bathroom was pressed by the owner on the clean bathrobe, and the red and black Prajna mask smiled grinningly as if no one was around.

After half an hour, Qianli, who changed into a dark bathrobe, returned to the bedroom, took out the bedding from the closet and made the bed.Get under the covers, unlock the phone, and click on an icon composed of blue and white, with a hummingbird spreading its wings in the center.

[Midazolam: The brain is hypoxic, and I want to go to the bottom of the sea. /whale]

Just two seconds after the sending time, a familiar face who has followed him for several years immediately commented at the bottom of the tweet: [Mida Jun is writing this kind of incomprehensible 'free post' again. ]

Fishing and tide watching, the nickname of the other party.

Qianli replied blankly: [It's a diary. ]

[Fishing and Tide Watching: Hahaha, that's too short. ]

[Midazolam: Not good at speaking, just get used to it. ]

[Fishing and watching the tide: How can I, I am very touched. ]

Qianli's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, as if someone had opened a corner of a box hiding a secret.

No, it's impossible.

[Midazolam: Significance unknown. ]

[Fishing and watching the tide: I thought I could scare you, but it seems to have failed. /stand hand]

[Midazolam: ...]

[The moonlight is so beautiful: go to bed early and wake up early, a good sleep can help you relax. ]

The newly posted comments also come from familiar faces, but this person leaves very few comments.

[Midazolam: Insomnia is force majeure. ]

[The moonlight is so beautiful: Thank you for your hard work, close your eyes and don’t think about anything. /beat head]

[Midazolam: Impossible, uncontrollable thinking. ]

[Xiongyang: Mida-kun's diary is very interesting. ]

For a nickname I haven't seen before, the number of followers has increased by one.

[Midazolam: Thank you. ]

[Xiongyang: After reading—Mida-kun is a long-lasting person. ]

Clairvoyant quickly deleted this comment, and by the way, blacklisted 'Xiangyang'.How did you find out?He clearly wrote very cryptically.

On the other side, a young man in a sand-colored windbreaker sat in a tavern that was about to close.He has a handsome face and slightly curly black hair.He was seated near a corner, and on the table were a jug of sake and a plate of crab meat that was mostly missing.

"Oh, I was blocked as expected." Osamu Dazai picked up his glass and took a sip, his iris-colored pupils staring at the lit phone screen with a half-smile.

"Still so cautious, Qianli-kun."

The strongest assassin of the port mafia likes Chuya Nakahara, and Osamu Dazai noticed this five years ago. 'Midazolam' was indeed cautious enough to not disclose any information between the lines, but he had contacted the owner of the account.

Nakahara Chuya's birthday is April 29th, and 'Midazolam' will publish a succinctly worded blessing tweet every May 29th.Due to the lack of target objects in the sentence, people who didn't know the birthday thought it was 'midazolam'.

Osamu Dazai squeezed a piece of crab meat with a smile, his slender fingers were well-knit, and they were slightly cold under the light.He pressed the keyboard to cancel the 'Xiongyang' account, and then re-applied for a new one named 'Retrograde'.

Qianli put away her mobile phone and got into the cold bed.Half a minute passed, still no sleepiness.The empty sight involuntarily moved to the scroll on the wall, with black characters on a white background - static.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

"Lord Qianli, something happened to Yin." Shinichi Oda, dressed in a suit, stood outside the door with his head bowed, ready to go out in advance.

Qianli turned over and sat up, frowning slightly. "Hold on."

It only took 3 minutes for Oda Shinichi to see Chisato fully dressed, and the two quickly rushed to the place where they parked before.

After fastening the seat belt, Qianli glanced at the time and said, "Let's report."

"Yes." Oda Shinichi started the car and released the handbrake. "Silver's mission target information tonight is wrong, and the other party is a person with supernatural powers."

"continue."

"She sent me a location, and she is currently being hunted down. Due to the urgency of the situation, the amount of information that can be transmitted is limited. According to my speculation, the enemy's supernatural ability is probably—"

"I trust your judgment."

The cold face softened for a moment, Oda Shinichi opened his mouth slowly. "Transfer all the attacks you receive to the attacker."

"Damage rebound?"

"Correct."

——No wonder Silver missed.

Qianli asked again. "Have you notified Takahashi?"

Oda Shin nodded. "I've given him the address."

***

The petite girl staggered into a long-abandoned factory, leaving a blood-red footprint with every step she took.

The enemy is approaching.