Husband who was the leader after pregnancy lost his memory

It seems that the brain was eroded by the severe pain, Koichi Komiya started to say random and illogical, and Mori Ogai couldn't understand what the other party said for a long time, so he raised his eyebrows and looked down at the information in his hand .

Koichi Komiya was associated with a strange and mysterious organization when he was in high school, and soon began dating Saki.

Mori Ogai would like to know the details and circumstances of the relationship, but no matter how powerful the intelligence department is, it is impossible to find out such things. There are only some general situations learned from their high school classmates. Good, very good match, Koichi Komiya always takes care of Saki and treats her well.

Ok……

The inexplicable discomfort in Mori Ogai's heart became stronger the further he looked back, and he raised his hand to turn a few pages.

It is impossible for Komiya to only transfer the funding. The school violence he experienced in high school and the uncontrollable things caused by those abilities may have something to do with him.

When I was in high school, many strange, even weird things happened around Zao Ji. Some things are known to ordinary people, and some are not.

At first glance, those things were caused by Zao Ji's unknowing use of his abilities, and it was by no means a beautiful and peaceful state of mind.

Of course Mori Ogai didn't know what happened in Zaki's high school, even if Zaki told him he didn't remember it now, the intelligence department can only investigate what the outside world can know, such as other people's comments, school information, etc. Or the monitoring of the neighborhood, etc., but they can't investigate the original truth of the matter and the feelings of early Ji.

For Mori Ogai, at least for Mori Ogai when he was not amnesiac, the early feelings are the most important.

Mori Ogai lowered his eyes, and his inner thoughts were a little bit chaotic for a while, he lightly closed the folder in his hand, and looked up at Xiao Gong who was still not knowing what to say.

"Oh, haven't you finished yet?"

Looking at the other party's current state, I'm afraid they won't say anything about that organization. Although Hongye has countless ways to pry open the mouth of a stubborn person, Mori Ogai feels that it is too early to do so now.

It's too cheap for him.

Only by putting a long line can you catch big fish.

"It's really hard work, Mr. Komiya."

After handing over the document to the secretary, Mori Ogai walked a few steps towards Komiya with a smile on his face. There were puddles of water or blood under his feet, and the sole of his leather boots made a clear and sticky sound when he tapped on it.

He didn't seem to care, he just stood there straight in the posture of the superior and the examiner, condescendingly staring at the man who was half down on the ground but couldn't slide down completely because of the handcuffs.

"When we were dating, ahem, I couldn't bear to let her suffer a little bit, but she was also very sensible, ah, after all, we are first love, when is that green, throbbing and ignorant? I won’t forget it. Maybe, cough, she still dreams about our memories at that time when she dreams at night.”

Hearing this, the secretary couldn't help but 'cut': "Then it must be a nightmare."

Even so, Komiya still acted like a winner, as if he had won Mori Ogai, his tone was full of complacency and showing off.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha... Does Zao know what you look like? Has she been here before?"

"Ah, of course I have."

Komiya looked up at Mori Ogai in surprise.

"What's the matter? You look very surprised. Don't you think that I never let Saki-chan set foot here because I think it's dirty? Ah, how could it be?"

Mori Ogai took out a scalpel from nowhere and played with it in his hand. The sharp tip of the knife shone coldly in the dark room, reflecting the indifference in his purple eyes.

"Of course she has been here, not just once. Many people here are handled by Zao Jichan herself. She is indeed a smart child. Even if it is the first time, she handles it very neatly."

Everyone who was interrogated or dealt with in the torture room had been registered in Mafia, and it was as specific as the police report. Naturally, he had seen many reports about early Ji's handling of these things.

"Varied……"

In Xiaogong's eyes, it is definitely not the distress and pity for the pure angel in her heart who fell into darkness.

"Are you curious about the reason? Of course it's because I want her to see the world clearly."

Mori Ogai's gaze swept across Komiya's body like a poisoned snake, the latter's eyes widened in horror and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"We are so innocent at an early age, so it is easy to be deceived, right? Otherwise, we would not be caught by people like you. My purpose... is to let cute and simple children understand that there are people like you in the world .”

That person was clearly smiling, but he felt that the person standing in front of him was like a god of death holding a huge scythe, cold-blooded and indifferent, who would easily take his life away in the next second.

But Mori Ogai came over and just uncuffed him.

"Ah, you can go, no one will stop you."

"……Walk?"

Komiya fell to the ground in embarrassment, with a puzzled expression.

"of course."

Ignoring the other party's reaction after speaking, Mori Ogai just put the scalpel back in his arms, turned around and walked out, Alice and the secretary also left behind him.

"Master Ogai."

"Have you been waiting for a long time for the red leaf sauce?"

Momiji straightened her cuffs, raised her feet and walked out side by side with Mori Ogai.

"You let that man go."

"Ah, we need more good news from him."

"So, how are you feeling now?"

"Ok?"

Hongye slightly pursed her lips and showed a shallow smile, her eyes only fell on the road in front of her, not staying on anyone.

"Have you remembered anything about Mr. Early Ji?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Then can I ask you a question?"

The conversation between the two was boring and complicated, and Alice couldn't understand it. She pouted impatiently, turned around and ran to the back to hold the secretary's hand, coquettishly asking the other party to buy her a strawberry cake.

Mori Ogai looked at Momiji with some doubts.

"of course."

"Why do you do these things? You can give orders to my concubine to do these things. The threat from your subordinates is really not worth mentioning to you." Hongye's back was straight, but her expression was With gentleness: "But you still have to deal with the matter of Mr. Early Ji yourself."

Ah yes.

For what?

Is it to retain Zao Ji's powerful combat power and specially act for the other party, so as to win the other party's touch and loyalty?But the other party was not watching this good show from below the stage at all.

Was it because Zao Ji was his wife in name, so he had to deal with it?Ah, he is the leader of the port mafia, so there is no problem at all with his subordinates for this kind of investigation.

Is that for the stability and growth of the Port Mafia?Obviously not, Koichi Komiya is not strong enough to influence Mafia, he is just a slightly smarter clown.

"Oh, this is a question worth thinking about."

"Didn't you think about it before you came? So... why?"

The two of them stamped their feet at the door of the building, watching the agents on duty or on mission at the door walk past them one by one, say hello and then leave.

"Probably there is no high-sounding reason."

Mori Ogai smiled and held Alice's hand and walked towards the parked car, looking into the eyes of Momiji who was also smiling, the vague, dazed, and tangled emotions in his heart seemed to be unraveling bit by bit. Reveal a little softness inside.

"Just because I want to."

"Then that's enough, Ogai-sama." The moment the car door closed, he heard Hongye say: "I'm going back first."

"Boss, shall we go back to the headquarters?"

"Well, hard work."

Mori turned his head to look out of the car window. It is indeed the season of cherry blossoms. Even outside Mafia, you can see such beautiful scenes everywhere.

Whenever he sees the cherry blossoms, he can't help thinking of the memories he inadvertently recalled in the garden.

He really didn't expect that he could recall a fragment of these four years so quickly, the colors in his memory were so vivid, the voice was so clear, and the emotion was so strong.

It was even so real that Mori Ogai wondered if it was really his memory, rather than experiencing such a romantic thing again in a trance moment.

Ah, romance.

It sounds like a word that is far away from him.

The feeling of Zao Ji in his memory and in reality is very similar to him. Although the person who appeared in front of him a few days ago is much more mature than the one in his memory, he still feels that they are the same.

He doesn't seem to care about anything other than himself.

Whether it's his hypocritical caring, superb acting skills, excessive love, special treatment, supreme status...everything Mori Ogai can think of that can be given or tempted others, she doesn't seem to care.

Just like, if he was just an ordinary underground doctor, or even just a 77ZL social animal who was scolded by the boss every day and could only squeeze the subway to get off work tired and frustrated, she would raise her head and raise her hands in worry to tidy up. His bow tie, said softly: "Hurry up and have a good rest."

For some reason, this reminded him of a passage he had read somewhere before: "There are forty million roses in my yard, and every morning I would go to my yard with a book in my arms to look at them. Delicate and beautiful, the sun is warm. Whenever someone asked me for a rose, I shook my head. Until that day, he came, walked up to me with a smile, lowered his head and asked me warmly: "What book are you reading?" ’ I knew that the forty million roses in this yard and I were his.”

Mori Ogai was also once young. Many years ago, he was also a simple boy who had endless expectations for this world. He believed in love, believed in the distance, believed in every stranger, and believed in this world.Passionate, youthful, reckless, romantic, but it seems that everyone will gradually become mediocre in the end, trapped in their current square frame, and all edges and corners will be smoothed.

Then he clearly remembered, that’s right, it was the first memory that he would remember even if he lost his memory. He clearly remembered that when he was 37 years old, someone rained cherry blossoms on him in winter, like A fire ignited the dry firewood in his body, and the hot soul made him feel... as if he was more alive than when he was 17 years old.