In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

The cigarette was lightly held between his bony fingers, and the curl of light smoke rose slowly upwards, smudged the raised eyebrows, showing a bit of obsession.

Leaning against the window, the body wrapped in a black and red jacket is slender and tall.

His side face is calm, but it carries a wonderful, mysterious aura that is incompatible with this place.

The setting sun not far away was reflected in the pupils, and in the thin blood-colored sky, a bird with white wings fluttered and flitted over his retina, before disappearing among the heavy clouds.

-In the luxurious but gloomy corridor, a young man in a three-piece black suit was biting a cigarette, and walked forward on the soft carpet with dark leather shoes.Except for the moon-white hair, his whole body seemed to be melted into the darkness, and beside him was the subordinate who reported the result of this mission.

It seemed that the other party's chatter annoyed him. The cold-looking young man biting a cigarette frowned: "ISEE.BEQUIET." "I'MVERY SORRY, MR. BLACK!" His body was drawn across, as if a dagger was gently pressed against his neck.

He closed his eyes, put one hand in his pocket, and pulled the collar slightly with the other.

I really don't want to see that old guy, Atsushi Nakajima snorted secretly in his heart, every time he almost couldn't help but shoot the other party's thoughts, but now is obviously not the time.

Over the years, the most important thing he has learned is patience.

There seemed to be some small voices coming from the opposite side of the corridor. Atsushi Nakajima squinted his eyes and looked over. The boy in a dazzling white suit appeared in his eyes at the moment, playing with a rose that had been stripped of its thorns.There was a slight smile between his brows, and he was whispering something to a strange girl in an elegant dress beside him.

That guy... Atsushi Nakajima slowed down unconsciously. He reached out his hand to take out the unburned cigarette from his mouth. The subordinates at the side felt that the air suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. He was tremblingly observing his boss. facial expression.

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer, the two also officially stopped and looked at each other.The long corridor that fell silent for a moment, the lights in the glass cups on both sides flickered slightly.

The subordinates could not help but sweat, and the young man in the opposite side had a interesting look at the opposite teenager, and the coldness of his boss. He must not have a low say: "Thisismr.white, AndyouareoneOFTHEHEIRS.MR.WHITEISINISISTHETHETHEBUSINESINESCHAINOF Organizingfinance.ThelastnegotiawiththTreamFamilywas ...(This is Mr. WHITE, who is one of the heirs like you, and holds the financial transaction network of the organization. The last time he negotiated with the Trish family, it was...)" He sent someone to disrupt our negotiation plan through stock market manipulation)" The white-haired boy's voice was cold, and his eyes were fixed on the boy in the white suit in front of him, who was still holding the bright red rose in his hand.The subordinates on the side only felt that today was really bad luck. They had seen their boss lose their temper more than once in the office after being forced to change the plan because of the behavior of the other department.

What's more, the boss himself has deliberately wiped out the trading family from behind when the other party is conducting key transactions on many occasions. It is said that the two have never met since they joined the organization, but they have already had deep grievances.

Now that the two met, the subordinate was already ready for a big fight, and quietly took out his mobile phone.

"MR. BLACK, I'VEHEARDYOURNAMEALONGTIMEAGO. (I've heard of you a long time ago)" He smiled, but the words spit out from his thin lips were not as harmless as that smile, "YOUREALLYADDEDALOTOFUNNECESSARY'SURPRISES'TOUS~( You really added a lot of unnecessary 'surprises' to us)" "YOU, TOO." The white-haired boy stared at him with ice in his pupils.He was biting on the cigarette, and the smoke almost hit the other person's face.The boy with snow-white sideburns took a step back a little later, with a harmless smile on the corner of his mouth, "FLOWERSWITHBEAUTY." The subordinate standing behind the white-haired boy almost looked at the rumored one with trepidation. A family has fallen from a high mountain to a low valley. The heir of the organization who controls the financial lifeline of the organization stretched out his slender hand, and gently inserted the rose into the suit pocket on the white-haired boy's chest.

He thought that his boss might punch him in the next second, but the other heir who was dubbed the "evil tiger" and had no survivors wherever the mission went, just looked down at his trembling chest The rose with its petals open did not speak.

"HOWABOUTWEGOTOYOURFAVORITEMICHELIN-STARREDRESTAURANTTONIGHT? (How about we go to your favorite Michelin restaurant tonight)" the boy in a bright white suit turned his head slightly, and said with a smile to the girl who looked at each other curiously, with white hair The boy frowned, raised his legs and walked straight forward.

The other party also stepped forward at the same time, and the moment the two passed by each other, Atsushi Nakajima watched from the corner of his eyes that the guy turned his head slightly, and whispered into his ear like a breeze: "Congratulations, you are still alive, Nakajima island."

There was a secret and subtle light in those dark pupils.

Atsushi Nakajima squinted his eyes without squinting, but also turned his head to the side.He raised the corners of his lips and lowered his voice: "You too, Akutagawa."

They walked straight forward, as if they had stepped on two paths that diverged from each other but led to the same goal, and did not turn back until the end of the corridor.

- "Don't smoke in my clinic, otherwise I will ask you to leave." The sound of high heels stepping on the wooden board can be clearly heard. Very careless.

He nimbly cut off the cigarette with his index finger, and threw the cigarette butt out of the window with a flick of his fingers. He was leaning against the window, with the red hair dyed on his forehead flashing across his stern eyebrows.

The air was saturated with the smell of disinfectant mixed with blood, Atsushi Nakajima frowned slightly.

"Sorry, MISS. DOCTOR." He apologized without sincerity, and pointed to the room with his finger, "How is he?"

The woman in a white coat has short black hair with neat ears. She held a notepad and quickly wrote on it with one hand, "The right shoulder is dislocated, there is blood on the wrist, and a slight sore throat. In addition It's all skin trauma."

"And you, the shrapnel has been embedded in the shoulder but forcibly removed in a non-sterile environment, it is very likely to cause inflammation."

Atsushi Nakajima's gaze flicked across her nameplate, and he wrote down her name.After listening to the other party's words, he tore off his collar indifferently, his shoulders were already wrapped in white bandages, his delicate collarbone was like a butterfly with wings spread out, and a few scabbed scars were faintly exposed below.

This action reveals a light and ambiguous tone, as if a drop of crystal clear round raindrops rolled down on the rose petals: "There is no need for MISS.DOCTOR to worry about it, my problem is not within the scope of treatment that was originally scheduled. "

The doctor in the white coat folded his hands and stared at him coldly.

He took out the blood-stained shrapnel from his pocket, took out a tissue to wrap it, put it back in his pocket, and then took out a black card from his pocket and handed it over: "This is the negotiated reward."

With the tip of his tongue against his upper cavity, he read out the letters on the other party's nameplate in an incomprehensible, slightly hoarse tone.

"MISS. And Xie Ye." The other party unceremoniously took the black card and swiped it through the credit card machine. After seeing the increased amount, he nodded in satisfaction.She took out a box from her pocket and handed it over, with a somewhat inexplicable shallow anger on her brows.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't care about this, he just opened the box after taking it, and footsteps sounded.

He raised his head and saw Akutagawa Ryunosuke who had come out of the diagnosis room. His arm was wrapped in a layer of bandages, and he seemed to be frowned because of something.

Atsushi Nakajima, who had already guessed what the other party was thinking, said lightly: "I have already said, here, throw away your original cognition."

His voice was extremely cold, as if he had just been taken out after soaking in the cold pool of March.Akutagawa could swear that if it wasn't for his current appearance, the other party probably wouldn't bother to talk to him.

"Listen to me and do it."

He turned sideways, the zipper of his jacket had been unzipped, revealing a pair of slender legs wrapped in tight black trousers.Leaning against the window with legs crossed, a little trace of soot remained on the fingertips: "You will not die."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned and looked at him, the other party took out the lighter from his pocket and flicked the fire, and then took out a snow-white cigarette and bent his neck to join the fire.The doctor in the white coat obviously frowned, but this time he just gave a cold snort and turned his head away, walked back to the clinic table and flipped through the case book by himself.

Akutagawa watched the other person walking towards him, and remembered the scene that just happened in the car.

-The muzzle of the gun on his forehead was cold, and what shocked him even more was the pair of eyes squinting at him, and the pair of purple gold that made him feel extremely suffocated by pinching his throat There was no fluctuation in the pupil of the color eye.

He was stunned in a rare and rare way, and actually thought again about what kind of impact he would receive if the stupid-faced tiger in his world met himself in this world.

……

After listening to the other party's narration, the black-haired Atsushi Nakajima narrowed his eyes slightly, but the gun in his hand was snatched by the other party unexpectedly.

It seemed that the scene was reversed in an instant, but he didn't worry at all, he just reached out and turned on the music player in the car, and a hoarse female voice wafted out along with the alcohol-smoked melody.

"You don't have a good relationship with the other me." He said, his hands lazily resting on the steering wheel, his eyes were stained with a slanting sun.Ryunosuke Akutagawa coughed lowly, and said with a bit of gritted teeth, "The gun is in my hand now."

"Hmm, so what, don't forget that the steering wheel is in my hands." Nakajima Atsushi was unmoved, even one hand had left the steering wheel, and he put it on his knee and tapped the beat.The car passed through the street like a fish, "I think you don't want to die in another world, because of an idiotic reason like a car accident."

The ending of the last word rose slightly, and for the first time, there was a bit of magnificence and banter in the squinting pupils.Akutagawa Ryunosuke pursed his lips tightly, his dark pupils reflected the boy's profile.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was still aimed at the boy's forehead.

"Relax, Akutagawa-kun." He stared intently at the front, the cigarette he was biting in his mouth swayed slightly up and down, and a little ash fell on his trouser leg, "The gun that can be taken away by you, How could there be a bullet in it?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared at him, and the other party said lightly, "If you don't believe me, try it and shoot."

He raised his finger and pointed to his temple, and the indifferent look in his eyes was still indifferent: "Aim here, bang."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking.Atsushi Nakajima continued to drive unmoved, but he was laughing to himself.Treating another him in the way that guy did, to some extent, did make him vent the anger that that guy had accumulated over the years.

In the end, Akutagawa chose to remove the muzzle of the gun and opened the magazine, which contained only one bullet at the bottom.His lips were pursed even tighter, and a gun appeared in the opponent's hand at some point, and it was circling around the index finger.

Akutagawa put down his gun rather unwillingly.

"why?"

His pupils stared at each other without blinking. The black-haired boy put away his gun and curled his mouth: "Because I'm bored."

"I want to have a joke with you."

Even when he said such words, his voice was still icy and cold.Atsushi Nakajima held the steering wheel with one hand and turned a big bend with ease.At this time, the dusk was about to fall, and a large area of ​​the setting sun was smeared on the edge of the sky, and the orange-red brilliance was swayed downward through the sky.

"As I said, you don't have to worry about what I do with the way you are now."

The cigarette held in his mouth was already more than half burnt, he pinched the cigarette with callused fingertips, and pressed the button with his hand that swung the steering wheel.The windows were lowered, and the cold air rushed in immediately.

"I won't let him die now."

The cigarette sticks out from the gap to shake off the ashes, and the flickering sparks flicker at the fingertips.Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt the constant itching in his throat. In fact, his throat was very sensitive to things like tobacco. He couldn't suppress it and finally coughed while covering his lips.

"Oh, it seems you are equally sensitive to tobacco."

He took the cigarette from his mouth, held it with one hand, and dumped his whole body towards the other side.Akutagawa frowned in resistance, and tried to step back a little bit, the smell of tobacco lingering on the other party rushed into his nostrils, he tried his best to suppress the itching in his throat, but the other party took the initiative to retreat again.

"Sure enough." The boy snorted inexplicably, and threw the cigarette out of the window directly.Akutagawa looked at the other party's series of actions with an uneasy expression, and lowered his voice, "I don't need your pity."

"Pity? Who would have that kind of thing? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot philanthropist?" Atsushi Nakajima gave him a rather surprised look, "Remember whose body you are now."

"You're not still confusing me with that guy over there, are you?" he asked as if casually.

"...No." Akutagawa said that he was not out of his mind to confuse the lunatic in front of him with the stupid white tiger.

"It's not the best." I don't know whether the boy believes it or not, but the expression on his face seems to have returned to the cold look just now, "I have no interest in being treated as another me, I hope you won't Kind of a stupid idea."

"Don't you also regard me as another him?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke lowered his voice and asked back, the boy's eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a slight hint of unpleasant contempt in the eyes that glanced over, "You can't compare with him."

Clenching his fist for an instant, Akutagawa Ryunosuke swore once again that if he could use Rashomon, he would let Rashomon stab him thoroughly.But the other party is still holding the steering wheel at this moment, and for himself, he can't fight the other party right now.

The two were silent all the way afterwards.

-Recalling the conversation in the car just now, Akutagawa finally had to be forced to accept the cruel fact that cognition was broken again.

"And Dr. Xie Ye, please keep it a secret." Nakajima Atsushi raised his eyes and looked at the expressionless female doctor. Even though the sharp hostility around him seemed to have subsided a little at this moment, there was still a trace of insignificance in his pupils. The policeman's killing intent, "I have paid you for the confidentiality fee, I hope you will not disappoint your name."

"I know." The female doctor in a white coat raised her head from behind the table and looked at them coldly, "Confidentiality policy, since you paid the fee, you are my guest, and the security clinic never discloses guest information."

Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyebrows noncommittally, he opened the box in front of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, took out a syringe from it, and stabbed it into his wrist without hesitation.

The liquid in the syringe soon bottomed out. Atsushi Nakajima pulled out the syringe, removed the needle from it and put it in his pocket, and threw the empty syringe into the trash can.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had been staring at his behavior coldly, said, "What is that?"

"MORPHINE, for pain relief."

Also used to stop addiction.

Apparently this is not the first time Atsushi Nakajima said without raising his head. He seemed to be counting the inventory of weapons with his backpack. Akutagawa, who knew what it was, changed his face, and lowered his voice, "Are you dying?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Akutagawa-kun." Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with frosty indifference, and then he suddenly remembered something, and the indifference melted a little, "Your side..."

"No...that guy should be fine...but those people are pitiful..."

He muttered under his breath and raised his head again.Akutagawa watched the other party walking towards him with a cigarette in his mouth, and took another step back almost instinctively.

But this time, what hit his nasal cavity was not the pungent nicotine, but a light aroma like fresh fruit, which hardly aroused any reaction in his throat.

Fruity cigarettes, this kind of cigarettes are almost only chosen by women, and men rarely choose such feminine cigarettes with almost no nicotine content.Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at him in amazement, but the other party's gaze pierced him straight, as if he was caught in the memories of the past again.

-The red wine in the wine glass slowly swirls slightly with the swing of the wrist. Outside the window is the dark and dense night, but it is extremely noisy against the golden neon light below.

The walls were originally white, but now they are stained with spots of brown.The clock that fell to the ground was still ticking, which was extremely harsh in such a dull and cold room.

This is what Atsushi Nakajima saw when he opened the door.The boy standing in front of the glass was still dressed in a clean white suit, holding a half-full red wine glass with his slender fingers, overlooking the city below.

"It's all resolved?" He turned around, the swirling blood-colored streamers reflected in the dark pupils, and he used a relaxed and mocking tone.Atsushi Nakajima was still wearing the dark suit, and he frowned slightly as he watched the round blood on the other party's tie.

The other party followed his gaze and looked down, smiled and tore off the tie and threw it away. The exquisite handmade tie embroidered with dark patterns was lightly thrown on the ground by him, stained with blood that hadn't completely dried up.

"Ah."

The dull air mixed with a strong smell of blood made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Atsushi Nakajima walked towards him, stepped over the stiff body that had lost its temperature on the ground, and stepped on the blood-stained carpet with the soles of his shoes.He walked up to the young man, looking down at the bustling scene below through the glass as well.

"IT LOOK SLIKE HEAVEN. (This really looks like heaven)" Akutagawa picked out the rose on his chest, sniffing the soft petals, Nakajima Atsushi squinted at him, and his deep voice came from between his lips biting the cigarette Squeeze out, "NO, IT'SHELL. (No, this is hell.)" "THEREISONLYONEWALLBETWEENHEAVENANDHELL. (There is only one wall between heaven and hell.)" The fingers of the teenager in a snow-white suit are slightly clenched, and the small thorns on the turquoise twigs Pierce into the skin of the fingertips.He turned his head, and in the dark pupils of his eyes, there was a little bit of light flickering on the lips of the white-haired boy.

"POORGIRL." Nakajima Atsushi cast his eyes on the girl in a Chinese dress who was lying on the carpet and her facial expression was covered by her long hair. There was an unbelievable and horrified expression on her frozen facial expression.He seemed to be sighing symbolically, but also seemed to be secretly ironic.

The object being ridiculed, with a smile on his face, let go of his fingers, allowing the rose to fall onto the carpet.

He turned around and took a few steps towards the white-haired boy, delicate petals were crushed on the soles of his leather shoes.Atsushi Nakajima frowned and looked up at the other party.He watched helplessly as the devil in a holy white suit reached out and intercepted the cigarette in his mouth, and put it into his own mouth, taking a deep breath.

"WHAT FUCK YOU ARE DOING!"

"DON'TUSETHESEDUCTIONSKILLSYOULEARNEDFROMWOMENTOME. (Don't use the sex/seduction technique you learned from women to me)" Atsushi Nakajima's eyes became fierce for a moment, he drew his gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger, the bullet shot straight Just hit the slight fire at the front end of the cigarette.Akutagawa squinted his eyes in antipathy and enjoyment, spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and put one hand on the precarious desk.

He approached Atsushi Nakajima's side face, with a slightly smiling tone mixed with a subtle fruity fragrance: "ARMENIAN M7, CHOOSEIT FORME? (Armenian M7, did you choose it for me?)" The white-haired boy answered him without hesitation. He punched mercilessly, but was barely resisted by the opponent's raised hand.

"Leaving the last monitor on purpose, is it fun, Akutagawa." Atsushi Nakajima stared at the man's dark pupils, and his eyes were on the small machine that was hit by the bullet on the wall behind him, which was almost the same color as the wall After staying for a few seconds, he lowered his voice and switched back to Japanese.Akutagawa raised his eyebrows, "As expected of Nakajima, he was discovered so quickly."

"Heh, it's such a troublesome old thing to insist on acting in a play." The sharp murderous intent flashed across the purple-gold pupils, and he forcibly suppressed it.Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his hand, watching the other party's face put away the deliberately pretended smile, his eyebrows were slightly pressed, and finally looked away.

"It's time, it's time to go."

They walked out of the room one after the other, ignoring the slumped corpses in the hall, and stepped on the blood-soaked carpet, leaving the empty room.

- Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his thoughts, he casually twirled the gun between his fingers, pressed the earrings and said a few words in English in a low voice, looked up at Ryunosuke Akutagawa who seemed to have a tense face and didn't want to say anything: " I will give you half an hour to rest at most, and you must leave after half an hour."

"why?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared at him, while the black-haired boy just opened his backpack and took out a box from it. After opening, he put a pair of black contact lenses in his eyes, and found a brown one. The wig was buttoned on the head: "That guy made it. He used to wear it when he went to the bar to prevent being recognized by crazy fans. In order to avoid trouble, I advise you to wear it too."

He threw another black wig over, Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his hand to catch it, but still asked stubbornly, "Why?"

"Why? Do you think that old man will really let it go?"

Nakajima Atsushi simply asked in a calm tone.When he saw Akutagawa Ryunosuke's and that guy's black pupils retreating but completely different expressions, he paused slightly, and then sighed helplessly.

"Last reminder, throw away all your original cognition."

He looked out of the window at the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon, the leaves trembled and rustled for a while, and his eyes seemed to turn dark little by little as the setting sun sank.

"Even if your identity is the mafia, don't be self-righteous if you want to survive." He bit his cigarette and continued, "This is Yokohama, but it's not Yokohama where you are."

Atsushi Nakajima, who already knew the general situation of the other party's world, exhaled a puff of smoke rings. The coldness of the cold wind stimulated his back, but he skillfully ignored the coldness, just biting the cigarette and lowering his eyelashes halfway.

"That old man is absolutely unwilling to let it go. Even the core members of the militant faction have been sent to Yokohama. It is estimated that they will be able to go to the port tomorrow."

The corner of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc mixed with subtle complex emotions: "After all, this is the poor Yokohama Concession that is being slaughtered by others."

-The young man suddenly opened his eyes, and the mottled painted ceiling was reflected in his pupils.He propped up his body with his arms, and felt the sense of body control that was so familiar to his soul, a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Is he finally back? Akutagawa Ryunosuke confirmed this fact almost instantly, because the next second the door panel was kicked open mercilessly, and what came into view was a man wrapped in a black-red jacket with dyed black hair. The boy, the expression on the other side's face was full of anger and impatience: "Yesterday I said that I must get up at eight in the morning, why are you so dawdling?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke blinked, facing the imposing Atsushi Nakajima with his arms around him, he raised his hands and shook, showing a casual smile that the other party is most familiar with: "I'm back ~ HAVE YOUMISSEDME ~ HONEY~" The expression on Atsushi Nakajima's face paused for a moment, and was replaced by more violent anger in the next second.He squeezed his fists and strode towards the young man who was still sitting on the bed.Akutagawa watched the other party getting closer and closer to him leisurely, as if he was not worried that the fist would hit his face in the next second.

And the fist that was wrapped in strong wind did hit, and when it was about to touch Akutagawa's face, he turned abruptly and hit the wall beside his ear.

Dusty lime fell from the bottom of the fist.

Akutagawa blinked at the boy with a ferocious expression on his face, raised his hands obediently, and showed an almost innocent hearty smile: "DON'TWORRY, IMISSYOUVERYMUCH~" Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips tightly, watching from a high position Seeing the expression of someone he was most familiar with on that face, there was no doubt that it was that guy.

A dim light flashed in his eyes.

The purple-gold pupils and the pitch-black pupils looked at each other, reflecting that secret emotion.

The black-haired boy suddenly bent down, pressed his lips against the other's ear, and exhaled a hot breath.

"Welcome back, MY. PARTNER."