I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

I took the elevator to the underground isolation room. My brother Paul Verlaine, the former assassin king and now one of the five cadres of the Port Mafia, lived in the deepest room that was sealed off layer by layer.

Although, since Dazai Osamu became the leader and monopolized the power, coupled with Hongye's departure, the meeting of the five major cadres of the port mafia has never been held again, which can be said to be useless.

But even so, cadres are still a status symbol.Only those who have made enough contributions to the organization can become cadres.

The fact that Verlaine was still alive was already one of the most important secrets of the Port Mafia, but he still relied on his ability to train killers to expand Dazai Osamu's territory, and even successfully became a cadre.

The little girl named Izumi Jinghua who partnered with Atsushi Nakajima is his disciple, the result of his training in the past six months.

Even in this sealed underground, Verlaine still has information from the outside world.

After Dazai passed away, all the killers he trained hid, without any changes, and I was able to complete the handover smoothly.

Without his support, I wouldn't be able to become the leader. I know he is really good to me, but I still don't want to see him.

Even directly ignored his existence.

After all, after Verlaine came to Yokohama six years ago, he killed my friend in order to cut off my shackles on the grounds that he wanted to take me away in search of freedom.

There are five friends who were killed by his own hands, and I can work with him but I can never forgive him for the dead friends.

Normally, I can only pretend that there is no such person, but now that I have become the leader of the port mafia, then I must also master the killer army under him.

If only for this, I must come to see him.

There is no point in procrastinating. At the door, I squeezed the hat in my hand and knocked on the door.

The door was pulled open the moment I knocked, and Verlaine, who sensed my arrival, opened the door first.

"Chuya, you're here." As if nothing happened, he greeted me, his iris-colored eyes similar to Dazai's were as calm as a lake.

I didn't move, just stood at the door and looked at him.

So, Verlaine shook his head helplessly, and he knelt down on one knee facing me.

I subconsciously took a step back and stared at him: "What are you doing?"

Verlaine looked at me and said dotingly, "I want to express my submission to the new leader."

I looked at him and frowned: "I don't need you to do this."

Verlaine, who knelt on the ground on one knee, took my hand and asked me, "Aren't you happy that I am like this?"

I watched him say nothing, and we both knew that whatever he did wouldn't make me happy.

As early as when he killed my friend, it had already decided my attitude towards him.

Verlaine shook his head helplessly and stood up from the ground, "Then let's talk about something that makes Zhong Ye happy."

He moved closer to me, reached out and stroked my hair and said to me: "The leader is dead, if Chuya wants to open up the filth, he will completely become a barbarian and spit."

"I know."

"Then, do you still remember the time when I relied on you to close the door?"

Hearing Verlaine mention that six years ago, relying on the codes he entered on me, he regained his consciousness as a human being from the second stage the moment I approached and touched him.

I squeezed the hat in my hand and looked at him with some hesitation: "If I open the dirty door, can you close the door?"

"It should be possible." Verlaine nodded to me after thinking for a while: "As long as Chuya believes in me, it's fine. If Chuya wants to use filth, please remember to tell me."

I saw that he didn't speak, Osamu Dazai was dead, and after I lost the disqualification in the world, if I used the filth to open the barbarian spit to fight, it would only be a dead end.

But there are exceptions to everything, just like when Verlaine input coded instructions into my body, allowing me to close his state when I came into contact with him, he can also close the filth for me.

Although I don't know why Verlaine chose to survive in such a dark place, but I can be sure that he must have his own plan in doing so.

But if the door is closed for me, it will completely destroy his plan.

When the filth broke out, the powerful force could not be concealed, and the fact that Verlaine was still alive could no longer be concealed.

When the time comes, those forces that have enmity against this Assassin King will never let him go who is so weak.

Looking at the serious Verlaine, I suddenly understood why Mr. Sen asked me to come down to see him.

Perhaps the killer power in his hands is only part of it, and more importantly, he wants Verlaine to do things for me willingly.

Perhaps in Mr. Sen's mind, he probably hoped that Verlaine and I could cultivate some brotherhood.

When I really want to use filth, he will convince Verlaine that he can save my life at a critical moment.

Perhaps, Dazai kept Verlaine for such a purpose, hoping that Verlaine could come in handy at critical times.

It's just that they didn't expect Verlaine to say it so directly, just to make me happy.

But that doesn't actually make me happy.

Sensing my resistance, Verlaine continued to pat my head and said: "The Zhongye Port Mafia's indispensable combat power has now become the leader again. If Zhongye dies, it will be very troublesome."

"But I'm different. Assassin king Verlaine died six years ago, so it's okay if someone finds out."

How could it be, Verlaine valued his life more than anyone else.

After all, his life is a continuation of the life of his dead lover.

He is different from me. Mr. Rimbaud has proved his love for Verlaine with his own life.

Hearing what he said, I pushed him to leave.

This plan is meaningless. If that happens, even if I die in battle, there is no need to sacrifice Verlaine.

Verlaine looked at me and suddenly let out a long sigh. After closing the door of the isolation room heavily, in this room where we were the only ones, Verlaine reached out to me and hugged me directly in his arms.

The last time we were this close was six years ago, when I carried him back from the wreckage of the battle to the Port Mafia.

After that, we barely spoke.

But now Verlaine stretched out his hand to hold me, he held me in his arms and said softly: "If the death of that person makes Chuuya feel sad, Chuuya can cry in his brother's arms."

Probably in a sense, Verlaine is really good to me, he is a good brother who can do anything for me.

Back then he was willing to fight for me and Mr. Rimbaud, and now he is willing to die for me.

He witnessed my love, also witnessed my failure, still trying to comfort me.

It's just that I can't accept his comfort, probably because the most painful time has passed, even if I hear him comfort me like this, I can't cry at all.