I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

Not only could I not cry, but Verlaine's performance also made me feel weird.

I pushed him to signal him to let go, "I came to you today mainly because of your elite killers."

"Chuya came to see me just to say that." Verlaine, who was hugging me, did not let go, but said with a smile: "But I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't want to talk to you about business today."

Then what else can we talk about, and I don't want to talk about feelings and life with him.Just when I was about to push away and come back in a few days, Verlaine still held me tight.

"What exactly do you want to do?" When I asked this question, I had already activated my supernatural ability, imposing a gravitational field on Verlaine.

Being in the gravity, Verlaine didn't seem to feel it at all, he simply reached out and hugged me up, even shaking me.

How can you disrespect me as a leader? I pressed my hand on his arm to increase the force of gravity.

But it didn't seem to be of any use to Verlaine, instead he hugged me and shook me, then frowned and looked at me unhappy.

There is only my shadow in his iris eyes, looking so focused.Just when I thought he was about to say something important.

Verlaine drew a serious conclusion in a very solemn tone: "Chuya must not have eaten properly recently, you have lost weight."

I almost replied how do you know, but I still held back.

I obviously carry several weight-increasing training rings on my body, but Verlaine can easily perceive my real weight after breaking through my gravitational field defense.

His fighting power is stronger than I expected.

It seems that after six years of keeping a low profile, his powers have recovered a lot, and it's not because of his weakness back then. No wonder he agreed to solve the filth for me.

Verlaine, who already has enough strength, also gives me a headache. I can't guess what he will do next.

Seeing that I looked at him and didn't speak, Verlaine sighed helplessly: "Why is Chuya unhappy, brother is obviously just worried about you."

He reached out and gently touched my cheek, and said earnestly and piously: "My brother, I sincerely hope that you will be happy."

The person who may make me feel happy has left this world and brought my heart together.

I looked up into Verlaine's eyes worrying about me, loving me.

So, do you know about Osamu Dazai jumping off the building?

But it is impossible for me to ask this question.

I suddenly thought of the day six years ago when Verlaine killed five companions who were close to me on the grounds that everything was to set me free and to cut off the ropes that bound me.

So today, for him who has recovered most of his supernatural powers, what does the existence of Osamu Dazai represent.

Before Dazai jumped off the building, I didn't know that Mr. Mori was still alive. I only thought that Dazai killed him four years ago.

Sister Hongye has also gone far away. If there is no Osamu Dazai, I will be the only one left in the family of the port mafia.

Obviously, for Verlaine, the existence of Dazai is my greatest constraint.

So is it possible? For Dazai's death, Verlaine was actually one of the planners.

My lover conspired with my brother to carry out his plan.

As the trainer of the assassins in the organization, Verlaine knew every secret passage in the building.

When Akutagawa Ryunosuke came in, as the assassin king, he was broken into the lair by a junior like Akutagawa Ryunosuke, how could he know nothing about it.

He just observed in the dark, witnessing coldly.

He observed the fight between Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima, and also witnessed the departure of Osamu Dazai.

Maybe he was expecting me to leave, but everything is different from what he thought six years ago. I lost all the chains that bound me, but I still haven't been free.

After rushing back from Europe, I announced in front of everyone that I became the new leader of the port mafia.

From now on, the organization has become my biggest constraint, and I am even willing to die for the organization.

So now, what will Verlaine do?

As if my guesses didn't exist, Verlaine paid no attention to my distress.

He carried me to the seat and told me to do it well, and went to the kitchen humming a song.

While I agonized over the possibilities, he sang and started cooking.

Not long after, Verlaine came out with an iron pan.

Putting the iron plate in front of me, Verlaine looked at me and introduced with a smile: "Five-ripe Wagyu steak, the wine pairing is..."

I can smell the aroma of the steak on the plate, but I feel like throwing up.

I don't know if Verlaine would feel annoyed that I became the leader, but I was so uncomfortable that I didn't want to breathe the air in the same space as him.

The steak on the plate was disassembled by Verlaine with supernatural powers, and turned into a shape that was divided into pieces for easy entrance.

Then Verlaine inserted a piece, raised it to my lips, and motioned to me: "Zhongye, ah."

Seeing that Verlaine was eager to feed me himself, I turned my head in embarrassment.

Compared with six years ago, Verlaine's appearance has hardly changed, but his personality is much gentler, and he is not as cold and unruly as before and difficult to communicate with.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that he is still the one who treats me well according to his own ideas.

At least he never thought that I am 22 years old and I don't need my brother to cut the steak for me.

I never thought about the importance of Dazai to me.

This man who claimed to be my elder brother, but was not related to me by blood at all, kept saying that he loved me, but watched my lover die so close at hand.

Although Dazai's death may have nothing to do with him, his behavior still makes me feel painful.

I have infinite anger in my heart, but this is the headquarters of the port mafia, everything is my speculation, I can't really fight him here.

I smiled at him and took the fork from his hand: "Thanks, I can do it myself."

Finally, Verlaine handed me the fork with some frustration.

I took a bite without knowing the taste, and I nodded in his gaze: "It tastes good, and your craftsmanship is great."

After finishing the steak, I stood up and said goodbye to Verlaine. He didn't stop him but said, "Zhongye must eat well, don't let brother worry."

"I will." I stopped and said goodbye to him as if nothing had happened.

When I opened the elevator, I saw Mr. Sen. It seemed that he had been waiting for me here for a long time.

I walked in, smiled at him and closed the elevator door.

Mr. Mori leaned over, and reached out his hand to touch my forehead worriedly: "Mr. Chuya, are you okay?"

"No..." Before I finished speaking, I felt a surge in my chest.

I leaned on Mr. Mori and vomited the steak I just ate all over him.

Not caring that his white coat was soiled, Mr. Mori patted my back gently and shook his head helplessly: "Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Nakaya."

I leaned against Mr. Mori and looked at him in surprise.I thought that Mr. Mori would tell me in a very dignified manner, 'It's been six years, and Chuya still can't forget what happened back then, and needs to overcome it. '

"Nakaya-kun doesn't have to think of me as a monster." Mr. Mori, who seemed to understand what I wanted to express, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on my forehead and sighed helplessly: "Now, you are the leader. I'm just a little doctor."

After complaining, Mr. Sen didn't say anything, and carried me, who was a little weak, to the leader's lounge on the top floor.

There is an infirmary here belonging to Mr. Mori, which has been used by Mr. Mori to treat me and Dazai for a long time.

After Dazai became the leader, he didn't tear it down, but just sealed it up.

Now, its owner is back.

The room has been tidied up very clean by Mr. Mori, and it still smells of disinfectant, which is a familiar smell to me.

After changing a set of clothes, I lay down on the familiar hospital bed.

Everything around me is familiar and missed, and I fell asleep when I lay on my stomach.

I don't know how long it took, but the warm towel covered my face, and the warm feeling made me open my eyes.

After wiping my face with a towel, I looked at Mr. Mori.

After taking back the towel from my hand, Mr. Mori looked at me expectantly with a bowl of porridge, as if he was about to feed me.

Although I had no appetite, I still got up from the bed and took the bowl, and finished the full bowl of porridge with side dishes.

I haven't had it for four years, and it still tastes familiar.