There is no love in the group

Life doesn't seem to change, everything is working according to the usual trajectory.

Half a year has passed since the last riot, but because there are too many forces involved in it, and the three emerging organizations have to make some close arrangements and negotiations, Yokohama is still in the stage of rectification.

Chuya Nakahara's clothes were tumbling, and his orange-red hair slipped from his cheeks. He walked through one of the corridors of the port company with a gloomy face, and the passing subordinates stopped what they were doing. The young man whom the leader valued respectfully bowed his head.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also obviously used to this scene, he came to the chief's office without squinting and knocked twice, then retreated to the side and closed his eyes to rest.

It is noon now, and most people will choose to take a nap after lunch.

But the leader of the port Mafia is different. He will dress up his superpower Alice in his office at this time of the day.

Maybe other people will think about it when they knock on the door of the leader's office at this time, but Zhongyuanzhong is different. If there is an important report, as long as it is about Mori Ogai and this company, even in the early morning, Zhongyuanzhong will Picking up Mori Ogai, he held the other person's eyelids and spoke.

He definitely has some respect for Mori Ogai, but he is more concerned about what might happen to Mafia at the port.

Although he is only a part-time job here, he has more sense of identity with this company than a sense of belonging, and he is in a state where he can leave at any time, but inexplicably, Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't want any accidents to happen to it.

This is out of attachment from the depths of the soul.

Before waiting for the leader's message, the door inside was opened.

Nakahara Nakaya looked up, Dazai Osamu, whose whole body was covered with bandages and only one eye was exposed, was standing behind the door, his eyes were dark, and he still looked like a dead mackerel.

Just looking at it, Nakahara looked away disinterestedly, walked past him to the leader's desk and looked at Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Sen, there is already some clues about people with strange abilities coming from abroad. This is the information."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also gently put the stack of materials in his hand on the table, waiting for the other party to read them.

Yokohama is indeed a city with ups and downs. No, there have been rumors in recent days that fog of unknown origin appears in every corner. This situation will last from ten minutes to several hours. After the secondary fog dissipated, silent supernatural power users would appear on the spot, and their death methods were almost the same as their own supernatural powers without exception.

Chuya Chuya came here this time to report this matter to Mori Ouwai.

Mori Ogai stopped the action of forcing the girl to change clothes, and walked half a circle around the boss chair with a smile on his face, propping his chin casually, not caring at all about the ability information of the strange ability user.

"Mr. Zhongye is obviously not our official employee, but you have been working so hard all the time. It's really hard work for you."

Nakahara also heard Mori Ogai's remarks, and knew that he would not be able to leave for a while. After all, Namori Ogai had "dissuaded" him many times with this beginning in the past six months.

Sure enough, this time it was still the same rhetoric.

"Nakaya-kun, I have noticed your hard work. Are you still not planning to officially join Mafia port this time? It is really humiliating to be a temporary cleaner here." Mori Ogai Nikko asked, looking at Zhongyuan Zhong Ye still stood there without responding, and reluctantly added an extra weight: "For regular employees, the salary can be increased by five times, overtime pay is calculated at three times the hourly salary, and there are various allowances in normal times."

Anyway, the money was allocated from the 5000 billion li to the port Mafia, so it is perfect for use as bait.

Hearing the next sentence, Nakahara Chuya's eyes lit up, and then he frowned and refused.

Even if it is rejected hundreds of times, Zhong Yuanzhong will still look serious and solemn: "Sorry, Mr. Mori, I have no idea of ​​joining any organization yet."

Osamu Dazai leaned against the door and listened to their conversation. He sneered unceremoniously when he heard the words, and he showed such an expression to Mori Ogai: "In that case, Mr. Mori, the token of recommendation he left behind is still How about giving it to me? Anyway, that person didn’t want to give it to the slug in the first place, did he? Mr. Mori is too partial.”

Whether it is Mori Ogai or that person, they are too partial to Nakahara Nakaya, and he doesn't even have the slightest idea of ​​taking away his memory.

It was already midsummer, and the heavy curtains were not drawn in the chief's office today, but under the sun, Osamu Dazai's pupils still couldn't reflect a gleam of light.

Ah, ah, I wonder if death can take away his memory?

He wanted to die again, right now, right now, right here.

But there are still things not in hand, wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Osamu Dazai moaned in his heart with a dry voice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned even tighter, he really couldn't figure out who could have anything to do with him.

Mori Ogai sighed, and took out some white object from the bottom of the cabinet. He also explained to the confused Nakahara:

"After every senior at Port Mafia recommends a newcomer to join us, according to our usual custom, the newcomer will get a personal item from the senior as a token." Mori Ogai said, took two steps forward, and found Whether it was Dazai Osamu or Nakahara Chuya, their eyes were already glued to the items in his hands, and they couldn't help but smile.

He pinched the two corners of the object with both hands and shook them.

A clean white medical gown was unfolded.

It didn't even have any patterns, and it didn't even have the folds of ordinary clothes, but it attracted the attention of everyone present.

Osamu Dazai was afraid that others would snatch him away, so he took the clothes cautiously despite his seemingly rude actions, threw down the old coat impatiently, put on a white coat, and nodded after turning around: "Yeah, yeah , it suits me very well~"

It's really you, wearing such a conspicuous touch of white in the blackness, you are definitely the most eye-catching cub in the crowd.

Mori Owai put on an awkward yet polite smile, and looked at Nakahara Chuya who suddenly fell into a daze.

"Chuya-kun, how are you? Do you want to consider officially joining? I can give you this token."

Mori Ogai has not given up on the idea of ​​completely pulling Nakahara Chuya into the group.

Although the person who left the clothes originally intended to give them to Dazai in accordance with the fine tradition, but now that he is not around, of course the clothes are given to whomever is most useful.

Osamu Dazai deserves to be committed to the forefront of the battle of wits and courage with Mori Ogai. As long as people other than him are unhappy, he is happy.

"No, Mr. Mori, if you move your eyes down a little, you can see the glasses in Mr. Slug's pocket. That is the last 'token' left for him, right?"

So don't rob him.

There are more in that room, more, just for the farewell gift of this inhuman named Chuya Nakahara?

Really biased.

Obviously he was the one who met first, right?

Not only did it not take away his memory, but it also did not leave anything that could be called a souvenir.

Didn't this force him to arrest him and question him face to face?

Osamu Dazai already had some ideas in his mind.

He saw that the arc raised by Mori Ogai had dropped a little, and he knew that if he said something disruptive, the other party would not be polite, so he shut up.

Satisfied, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white coat, and Osamu Dazai swayed out slowly.

After that person left, he and Mori Ogai visibly changed into a relationship that they didn't even bother to pretend.

Well, it is understandable, after all, I am too similar to Mori Ogai.

Moreover, he hinted that after that person left, he would betray the idea.

Osamu Dazai didn't think that what he said during the pleasant cherry blossom viewing, Mori Ogai, who was too thoughtful, would ignore it as a chatter.

The other party is probably plotting something, or is he afraid that he will take the unheated position under his buttocks in a familiar way?

No matter what, he has to be faster.

Mori Ogai calmed down the bad mood of being disturbed by the bear child again, and asked Nakahara Chuya: "Nakaya-kun, I wonder if you can help me continue to follow up on this supernatural person named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko? "

He pretended to wipe away a few tears: "The turmoil a while ago has not subsided, and now this order has happened again. As the leader, I am also very worried that I will not be perfect, and it will bring panic to the subordinates. ah."

He knew that although Zhongyuan Zhong also maintains a relatively indifferent expression now, he is still the type of person in his heart who is difficult to leave others alone when they ask for help.

Come on, Nakaya-kun, the road paved by that person will become a street light for Mafia port in the dark.

Seeing Chuya Nakahara agreeing as expected, and then walking away, Mori Ogai took out his mobile phone and called one of the ladies.

"...Yes, I am the parent of the child who saved you in 'Cocoon' last time, about..."

Mori Ogai's words were blocked behind the door, and Nakahara Nakahara didn't care who the other party was talking to, and what he was planning. He stroked the chocker on his neck silently, only his fingertips felt the cool touch, he Only then will the restless heart be calmed down a little bit.

Regardless of whether they are part-time or long-term workers, Mafia, the port, treats employees very well. Every employee will have a staff dormitory, but the staff dormitory in Zhongyuan Zhongye has been vacant for a long time.

Because no matter how inconvenient it is to go to and from work, or whether it is rainy or windy that day, he will return to his home unshakably.

The three-story bungalow is not a special building, and there is even a family of white brick and red tile houses on this street, as it should be.

There is nothing beside the door, obviously every household has the same design, but Zhong Yuanzhong just feels that this place is too empty and deserted.

"Perhaps it would be better to grow some plants...?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured softly, pushed open the iron gate that only reached halfway up, and entered the courtyard.

He took a special look at the lawn in the yard, and found that the grass had started to get messy, so he knew it was time for pruning, and he was going to finish the outside work first.

Keep your home clean and tidy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought casually.

What if someone comes to visit?