What if the lord is too popular

[The host is asked to try to attack the target "Yueyan" to obtain customs clearance information. ]

"Dad, when are we going home?"

Yaozai knelt down, stroked the boy's hair with a pleasant smile, and pretended to ask casually:

"How old are you, kid?"

"I'm five years old."

The boy raised his head, his blue and red pupils were shining brightly in the dark night.

Yue Yan, who was at his desk, stared at him coldly:

"You seem to be particularly interested in my child..."

Before the words fell, the door snapped open.

Mori Ogai barged in like a leisurely stroll, and saw Yaoya chatting up the boy at a glance:

"You are so patient."

Thinking of the unbearable past, he wrinkled his nose like chewing a sour lemon.

"Why are you here?" Yaozai got up and asked.

"Who let you in?" Yue Yan threatened in a low voice.

Mori Ogai glanced at the owner of the office, his eyes fell on Yaoya and he smiled gently:

"I rushed over when I saw the live broadcast. Let's go."

He stretched out his hand towards Yaozai.

On the side, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head and refused to meet his gaze.

Yaozai was about to take a step closer.

at this time-

"and many more."

Tsukihiko, who was sitting on the seat, approached aggressively.

"I'm asking you why you broke into my office without permission."

Yaozai stopped his pace and made way out of the passage in time.

Regardless of whether or not to attack "Yueyan", the more you know about the "enemy", the better.

His small mind of watching from the sidelines was shattered by Mori Ogai.

The other party glared at him angrily, and looked at Shang Yueyan with a smile that was not a smile:

"Is the producer Yue Yan? This is the leader of the port Mafia, who is here to lead my people back."

"The leader of Mafia at the port," Yueyan's facial features stretched faster than lightning when he heard this, and he smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan, for saving my life during the live broadcast accident."

"You're welcome," Mori Ogai nodded with a smile, and immediately stretched out his hand in front of Tsukihiko, and changed the topic: "If the producer doesn't mind, please pay the fee?"

Yue Yan frowned: "After the appearance fee, the guest's bank card will be charged according to the agreement."

Mori Ogai looked over the man's shoulder, and his eyes fell on Yaoya who was watching the excitement.

"I'm talking about the mental damage fee for Mr. Ubuyashiki, who was frightened during the live broadcast."

Yue Yan's red eyes narrowed slightly: "When such a thing happens, everyone will panic."

"Oh, really? But Tsukihiko-san is very calm and composed. Someone who could still detect me in that situation 'knowledgeably pushed you'."

"My people." Mori Ogai said clearly.

Yaozai's ears suddenly became hot like fire.

Yueyan's Adam's apple rolled several times, thousands of words were about to rush out like magma.

Mori Ogai smiled as if nothing had happened:

"However, the ratings of your live broadcast will increase steadily, and the image of our port Mafia will also be greatly improved. It is barely a win-win situation, so I don't care about it."

He changed into a handshake gesture: "Nice cooperation, Mr. Producer."

Yue Yan stared at him for a long time, then smiled coldly:

"Sorry, I'm a clean freak."

Mori Ogai widened his eyes for a moment and shrugged:

"That's right, it saves me the trouble of washing my hands."

Yuya Ubuyashiki walked up to Mori Ogai at the right time, but didn't speak yet.

The little boy's milky voice and milky airway:

"Big Brother is leaving?"

Yaozai nodded kindly, his eyes paused briefly on the gauze around Yueyan's neck.

"Mr. Yueyan, I hope you recover soon."

After finishing speaking, he tightened his hands in the sleeves of his kimono, and turned his head to see Mori Ogai giving him a warning look.

"Humph."

I don't know if the groan came from Tsukihiko, who was defeated in the verbal battle, or from the inexplicably angry leader of Mafia at the port.

It may also be the same.

Yaozai turned a deaf ear to it.

tap tap —

The three walked to the door.

Before Mori Ogai turned the doorknob, he turned his head and glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who was following suit.

The ocher-haired youth still refused to have any interaction with him.

But first of all, the gentleman didn't care too much, because he saw the other party uncomfortably rubbing the half of the black glove he was wearing.

Mori Ogai smiled almost invisibly.

The hallway was brightly lit, but silent.

The three walked to the elevator, Yaozai was neither humble nor overbearing:

"Can you let me go?"

Mori Ogai ignored his request, rubbed his fingertips against the skin of his palm, and asked with a frown:

"Where's the gauze in your hand?"

ding dong—

When the elevator arrived, he looked up, and the silver shell reflected the trembling figure behind him.

Yaozai's heart tightened, and he spoke vaguely:

"Maybe it fell somewhere, I didn't pay attention."

"Ah."

Mori Ogai led him into the elevator first, followed by Nakahara Nakahara, without saying anything.

Inside the iron box, Yaozai and the leader stood in the back row, and Zhong also stood in the front.They form a subtle triangle.

pat—

Gravity causes the floor "1" to be pressed, the elevator door closes, and the feeling of weightlessness strikes.

"That Yueyan said that you pushed him on purpose, is that true?"

Chuya's tone was almost affirmative.

Yaozai sighed inwardly, as expected he still came.

He thought quickly about the best answer.

"Mr. Zhongye, I should have already..."

Mori Ogai's head start was interrupted by Yoya ungratefully:

"Why do you think so?"

Mori Ogai noticed that he was pinching the corner of his clothes quietly, and decided to wait and see what happened.

"Because you didn't deny it in the office, maybe you didn't want to lie subconsciously."

Indeed it is.

Yuya Ubuyashiki is not good at lying, but—

Sometimes it has to be done.

In order to keep the surface calm, he dug his nails upside down into his palm and took a deep breath:

"Then let me tell you clearly now, I haven't."

"Oh, you haven't?"

The gravitationalist snorted and laughed, repeating every word.

Silence fell, and the interlaced breaths of the three wove into an airtight net in the cramped space.

ding dong—

It is the right destination to save Yaozai from the fire and water.

pat—

The elevator opened slowly, and Osamu Dazai's excited face outside gradually became clear.

But before Yaoza could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhongyuan Zhongya manipulated his proud ability to close the door again.

boom!

"Hey Chuya, what are you doing kid?"

Osamu Dazai yelled outside the door.

"Chuya-kun," Mori Ogai raised his bangs and squinted his eyes.He was thinking about whether to summon Alice to give his subordinates a shot.

But the relationship between him and Zhongye has just eased, so it seems unwise.

"You said that you don't want to hurt innocent people again, and I believe you."

The gravitationalist stared stubbornly at Yoya Ubuyashiki through the reflective metal, trying to find the answer he had been dreaming of from his face.

But Tsukihiko is not innocent!

Yaoza cried out in his heart, forcing himself to look at him.

After a while, Chuya lowered his head to cover his expression, shrugged his shoulders and murmured:

"I'm going to hand over the tape recorder to the police."

"What did you say, Mr. Zhongye?"

Yaozai's face changed suddenly.

Zhong Yuan also hooked his lips and smiled cruelly:

"Isn't this the plan of you and Mr. Sen?"

However, the effect achieved by announcing it on live TV and handing it over to the police is completely different.

pat—

Gravity is removed, and the elevator doors open.

Yaozai grabbed the corner of Chuya Nakahara's clothes with quick eyes and hands:

"Wait, you can't turn this thing over to the police."

There was a familiar voice at the end of the words.

"What can't you give us?"

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat, and he followed the prestige, and besides the anxious Dazai Osamu, there was—

Junichiro Tanizaki and Yoshiyuki Tomioka!

"Let go." Zhong Yuan said indifferently.

Everyone could see their stalemate clearly, Osamu Dazai looked suspiciously back and forth between the two.

"Do you have something to give us?"

Junichiro Tanizaki brought up the old story again.

Even in this situation, Yaozai can still stop Chuya with teleportation.

But a sudden exhaustion swept over his whole body, from body to heart, he let go of his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him for a few seconds, struggling in his eyes, and slowly took out the black recording pen from his arms and handed it over.

"This thing should help you investigate the vampire case."

"Really?" Junichiro Tanizaki took it with great care, half-doubting: "What's in it?"

Hearing that it would be beneficial to the case, even Yoshiyuki Tomioka's lifeless eyes became turbulent.

"Hey-"

Mori Ogai's vague sigh seemed to pass by Yoya's ears.

Osamu Dazai stretched his neck happily, his joyful appearance was inappropriate:

"Yes, yes, what's in it, let everyone hear it soon?"

pat—

Junichiro Tanizaki pressed the play button while everyone was watching.

Then-

Someone's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Good evening, everyone. I am a former student of Teacher Yaozai. He, in short, is easy to be too kind. He will sacrifice his character for others. Well, so he appeared at the scene of the incident, and I don't like fighting vampires at all. Surprised."

The person in the recording was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat solemnly:

"I have only one personal request, and that is—

[No matter what happens, Teacher Yaozai can live well. ]

With a cheerful "Over~", the recording ends.

After listening to the whole process, Tanizaki Junichiro blushed with anger:

"Chuya Nakahara, are you wasting our time?"

Zhong also looked at the instigator who was making faces at him beside him, angrily:

"Dazai, when will you..."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, and spoke in a cadenced tone:

"Ah~ ah~ I originally wanted to record something else. For example, confessing to the teacher, or inviting him to die in love~ But considering that if Zhongye announces it on TV, it may embarrass the teacher. This time..."

Dazai's eyes darkened, and in an instant, the light of a successful prank flashed again in his eyes:

"I have no choice but to flatter the teacher casually. Ah, it seems that you are no longer a teacher. So is it okay to just call Yaozai?"

"No."

The one who spoke was not Yoya himself, but Mori Ogai, the leader of Mafia at the port with a gloomy expression on his behalf.

"Slightly~"

Tanizaki already knew what was going on, and thought it was a good time to warn Port Mafia.

He has a serious face:

"Chuya Nakahara, I think you should know that perjury is a crime. If there is a next time..."

Before the words fell, tap tap tap—

The Messenger of Gravity walked past him on his own, and walked forward until he found no one following him at the door, then turned around and asked impatiently:

"Aren't you going to the police station? Why don't you go quickly?"

Tanizaki: "...Are you sure?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Tsk, there's so much nonsense."

He looked at Yaozai and Mori Ogai from a distance, and said coldly: "As long as you can stay away from them, you can go anywhere."

Yaozai & Mori: "..."

Nakahara Chu also strode away, and Tanizaki hurriedly followed.

Even the resourceful Osamu Dazai is in a dilemma.

"Dazai-kun, we seem to have agreed that you will comfort Chuya-kun?"

Mori Ogai showed him the direction.

Dazai's worried eyes fell on the silent Yaoya, he thought for a few seconds, stomped his feet and shouted intentionally:

"Alright then, I hope you will take good care of my teacher Yaozai."

He walked in front of Yaozai with his hands behind his back, with a playful smile on his face cautiously:

"Good night, Teacher Yaozai. Ah, since you are no longer a teacher, can I just call you Yaozai?"

"No." Mori Ogai still firmly refused.

"Good night, Dazai." Yaoya smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked.

Dazai's figure went away like the wind, but Yoshiyuki Tomioka remained in place.

"Is there anything else you need, Police Officer Tomioka?" Yaoya didn't know why.

Tomioka's Adam's apple rolled several times, and there was anticipation in his silent eyes:

"Aren't you...really brought back from the dead?"

"What?" Yaozai was stunned.

"Hmph." Mori Ogai scoffed at the past of being deceived.

"of course not."

Yaoya regained his senses and denied it, seeing that the light in Tomioka's eyes dimmed a little bit.

"Oh," he said bluntly, "remember to come for a blood test tomorrow."

"...Okay." Yaozai agreed, and watched Tomioka leave without hesitation.

Only him and Mori Ogai were left in the huge space.

"Mr. Mori," Yaoya looked straight into the man's eyes, "Why did you instruct Dazai to change the recording? Didn't you agree with my plan?"

Facing Yaozai's rare anger, Mori Ogai hesitated a little.

The choice between lying and telling the truth swirls in his mind.

"I asked Dazai to do it because—"

[I don't want to put you in danger. ]

The man said lightly, but the emotion in his words was as clear as the raging magma under the ice.

Yaozai avoids his scorching gaze in embarrassment, swallows his saliva:

"...I'm a little tired, thank you Mr. Sen today."

Yaozai wanted to run away, but Mori Ogai grabbed his wrist first.

"You are like this now, I dare not leave you alone."

"……What do you want?"

Mori Ogai looked at him:

"Come home with me. Ah forget it."

The surprise in Yaozai's eyes flashed away, and he saw a flower-like smile blooming on his lips:

"I'd better go home with you."

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