What if the lord is too popular

[-]:[-] p.m. Port Mafia Chief Office

Mori Ogai was sitting at the desk, with a mountain of pending documents in hand.

This is his day's workload, plus the orders that were canceled due to rumors of vampires, things will only increase.

The time was supposed to be split into two halves, but the leader himself was absent-minded, holding the summary at the end of the month and looking distracted.

Alice, who was playing chess with herself, noticed the abnormality, quietly observed for a while, and jumped off the sofa with her legs.

She approached tiptoely, seeing that Mori Ogai was indifferent, she took out the document in his hand while he was unprepared.

"If you don't want to read it, don't read it, leave early!"

She akimbo confidently said.

Mori Ogai was startled, and looked at the girl as if waking up from a dream:

"Who said I don't want to watch it?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide his gaffe.

"Want to see your eyeballs still motionless, as if stuck with glue?"

"...I can't be lazy?"

At this moment, he was already a little panicked.

"What laziness!" Alice yelled close to his ear, and said angrily, "It's obvious that you are worried about Yashiki Yoya! Then why don't you ask."

She tugged at Mori Ogai's sleeve with all hands and feet, like urging a lazy old scalper to work.

The leader looks solid as a rock, but complains endlessly in his heart.

Who on earth set Alice up to be such a messy character?

Oh, it was himself.

This is really a crime...

The two were in a stalemate when the door slammed open.

Ozaki Momiji broke in, and the tail of the pink kimono rolled up some wind.

The wind was not cold, but it froze Mori Ogai and Alice like solid ice.

The three looked at each other in blank dismay, the first to react.

He broke off Alice's entangled fingers, and coughed lightly, trying to cover up:

"Ahem Hongye-jun, did you forget to knock on the door?"

For some reason recently, Mori Ogai has also become concerned about his image in the eyes of his subordinates, just like a male peacock in love who tends to its bright feathers at any time.

Ironically, his object is gone.

Ozaki Koyo turned a blind eye to his embarrassment, and said:

Coke?

sugar?

alone?

Home?

all?

reason?

"I just got the news that Yoya Miyashiki fell from the top floor of the apartment where he lives and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

"what!"

Mori Ogai's heart rose to his throat in an instant, and he asked, "Which hospital?"

Koyo Ozaki stared straight at him, with sarcasm on the corners of his upturned eyes:

"What's the matter Boss?" She casually fiddled with the manicure, "Isn't this what you want?"

"..."

Mori Ou was at a loss for words, and while he was furious, all his strength poured out like quicksand at his fingertips.

He pushed away the chair and walked towards Hongye, the windbreaker brushed against the corner of the table and scattered the documents on the ground like an avalanche.

Men rarely make such low-level mistakes.

"Where is he."

Mori Ogai suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest and asked in a cold voice, the meridians on his cheeks looming when he spoke.

Shocked by the low pressure all over his body, Koye Ozaki curled his lips reluctantly: "In XXX Hospital."

Before the words fell, the leader disappeared outside the door like a gust of wind passing through the border.

"..."

Alice sighed at the snow-white wall at the door, resigned to her fate and began to clean up the mess.

Koyo Ozaki bent over to help, changed from the tit-for-tat confrontation just now, and covered her lips with a tactful smile in Kansai dialect:

"Men are really dishonest~"

Alice echoed in a low voice: "It's really annoying."

Hospital

Dazai was beside Yaozai's bed, thinking of the doctor's diagnosis:

[Multiple fractures all over the body, but not life-threatening. ]

To this level, talking with Ms. Yosano can be cured within a quarter of an hour.

Dazai still sent the man to the hospital.He held Yaoya's hand tightly.

Even if I am obsessed with pursuing the profound meaning of life, I will not easily try to jump off a building.

Because the result is either ugly or painful.

Thanks to teleportation.

Then again, Yaozai seems to use this ability as a bargaining chip for wanton behavior.

It's crazy.

So Dazai decided that even if the man burst into tears and even yelled in pain later, he would not have the slightest sympathy.

absolute!

Dazai rubbed his face against the back of Yaoya's hand, closed his eyes and prayed reverently for him to wake up soon.

Just thinking, tap tap—

The footsteps approached with a strange breath.

Dazai's fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his iris-colored eyes.

Former Port Mafia officer has the ability to sense danger.

He turned his head and stared at the door panel which was close at hand.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

What came into view was a female doctor in a white coat. Her face was pale, her hair was black, and her eye shadow was extremely pink.

Three contrasting colors give her a ghostly, inseparable temperament.

"Is he awake?"

The woman put her hands in her pockets, and looked at Yaozai on the bed.

Dazai froze for a moment, got up and gave up his position, with a distressed expression on his face:

"Not yet. May I trouble you to look again?"

"it is good."

The doctor took out a stethoscope and put it around his neck, and asked casually:

"Are you his friend?"

"Boyfriend." Dazai replied without thinking, biting the key words firmly and clearly.

The woman's gesture of pressing Yaozai's chest paused slightly, and said with a light snort: "I want to do a detailed examination on him, you go out."

Dazai frowned: "Can't I stay here?"

"No," the woman categorically refused, looking up at him, "I hate other people telling me what to do."

"Then I won't talk about it..."

Dazai's argument was abruptly interrupted: "Get out."

The coercion erupting from the woman filled every corner of the room, making it difficult to breathe.

Dazai was dripping with cold sweat, not giving an inch.

for a moment—

"It's time for dinner, take what you can eat according to the doctor's order!"

The nurse outside the room pushed the dining cart, and the smell of steaming food overflowed through the crack of the door.

Dazai touched his nose awkwardly:

"Okay then," he surrendered, "I'll get him a meal. I'm in trouble."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly fled.

"Hmph." The woman ordered without looking back: "Close the door."

pat—

Dazai closed the door as promised, let out a long breath, and a long-suppressed smile slowly climbed onto his lips.

He had been observing quietly just now, but fortunately he did not miss the fleeting change of the female doctor.

Those plum red vertical pupils are exactly the same as what Yaoza said.

Like a cold-blooded animal with skin, it is frightening.

Dazai eavesdropped on the movement inside through the door panel.

The corridor was crowded with people, and suddenly—

His eyes focused on a tall and familiar figure.

"Ah."

Dazai loosened his muscles and bones for a while, and strode over.

Mori Ogai missed the visiting time, so he had to use unconventional means to "borrow" a set of equipment.

He skillfully put on his white coat and covered his face with a mask.

Walking out of the cubicle like an experienced surgical director.

The real director shivered while hugging his naked self.

The man has a gun and sees his face.

Better to be frozen than to die.

pat—

He locked the door behind Mori Ogai's instructions.

……

Mori Ogai passed the information desk, feeling the wind under his feet.

The little nurse who had been drowsy suddenly woke up, with spring in her eyes, she rested her chin on the passing figure and guessed.

Which department did the doctor walk through?

Ask him when he comes out.

Thinking of this, the little nurse suddenly felt full of energy.Despite the excitement, he failed to find the flat glasses missing from the table.

……

Mori Ogai held the gold-rimmed frame on the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

He successfully stepped into the ward area of ​​his dreams, his eyes like a torch scanning every house number.

302, 302.

Mori Ou shuttled through the noisy crowd, only wanting to find Yaozai's location.

A sharp pain in his abdomen hindered his steps.

He looked up in disbelief, and saw the smiling face of the curly-haired young man succeeding.

"Dazai-kun..."

"Mr. Sen's vigilance is really low sometimes."

The other party grabbed his arm and dragged him into the men's bathroom.

In the cubicle, Mori Ogai smiled reluctantly with his back against the wall:

"Don't you think you've struck too hard, Dazai-kun?"

Osamu Dazai smiled harmlessly:

"How could it be? Compared to what Mr. Mori did to Yaoya."

"Yaozai?"

Mori Ogai frowned at this familiar address.

He remembered that the guy in front of him had been plotting against Mr. Ubuyashiki, and there was never a moment when it was easier to take advantage of it than now.

Mori Ogai had pantothenic acid on his chest, which was not visible on his face:

"Is he all right?"

"It's a miracle that he survived the fall from the 21st floor. Fortunately, he has teleportation."

On the 21st floor, hearing this number again still made his heart throb.

How did Yaoza fall from there?

"I'm going to see him." The man said irresolutely.

Dazai stared at him for a long time, his eyes turned cold.

A tense atmosphere was brewing in silence.

Mori Ogai secretly held the scalpel in his sleeve, almost ready to attack.

At this moment-

Osamu Dazai smiled without warning, like the first cherry blossoms blooming on a branch in early spring.

"Okay," he shrugged indifferently, "the doctor should have finished checking anyway."

He turned around and opened the lock, and Mori Ogai asked suspiciously:

"You mean he and the doctor are the only ones in the room now?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Osamu Dazai didn't know why.

click —

The door of the compartment opened, and Mori Ogai rushed out like an arrow with a tense expression.

"..."

The young man who was lagging behind closed his eyes, ignored the cautious call for help from the left, and followed slowly.

Mori Ogai stumbled and ran towards Yoya's ward.

[302 rooms]

He held his breath and pushed the door open.

pat—

What greeted him was an empty bed.

The cold wind blowing in from the half-opened window ruffled the broken hair on his forehead.

Mori Ogai shuddered, as if falling into an ice cave.

Dazai Osamu came from behind, looked over his shoulder, gasped, pretending to be surprised:

"Yaozai!"

Mori Ogai gritted his teeth, turned around quickly and put his elbow against the wall.

There was a muffled plop.

Dazai frowned, enduring the pain.

"In this situation, you actually leave him alone with a stranger?"

"Isn't Mr. Sen responsible for this situation?"

Dazai retorted, his cheeks gradually turned blue, but he couldn't find the panic that Yaoza should have after disappearing.

Mori Ogai was surprised, and suddenly realized:

"What are your plans?"

Seeing Dazai raising his eyebrows, he smiled wryly:

"No, it's 'he' and what's the plan?"

Dazai patted the back of his hand with bulging veins, and coughed exaggeratedly after being put down.

"Yaozai wants to investigate the mastermind behind the vampire incident."

He straightened his rumpled collar as he spoke.

"Then you don't stop?"

Dazai looked up at him suddenly, as if he heard some Arabian Nights:

"Are you joking, Mr. Mori? I can't refuse his request, and he obviously knows it."

Mori Ogai's mouth was dry, thinking of himself being the same, he had no choice but to change the subject abruptly.

"So you stopped me just now to delay time?"

"No," Osamu Dazai shook his head and smiled sincerely: "I just want to find an excuse to beat you up."

[You know, as a love rival. ].

"..."

Mori Ogai was speechless.

If there is one person in the world who can be a rascal with integrity, it must be Osamu Dazai.

Dazai took out a pitch-black device from his pocket without changing his expression.

"Don't worry, I installed a signal transmitter on him, and he will never be found."

In order to verify his statement, he turned on the screen, and a red dot kept flashing on it.

The young man held his head high and raised his jaw slightly:

"Everything is under control."

Mori Ogai looked down and did not wait for a sigh of relief.

Sudden-

The red dot disappeared without a trace after a jump.

"!"

Osamu Dazai turned pale with shock: "How...how is this possible?"

country road

Guiwu Wucan walks along the secluded path holding Yaozai in his arms.

The whole process of "stealing" the man out of the hospital, except for the ignorant curly-haired young man, went incredibly smoothly.

The ghost king's suspicious nature was at work again, he looked down at Yaozai in his arms.

The breeze set off a soft sound that could easily be ignored.

tick tock —

It's like some kind of small machinery is running.

Wu Mi's eyes darkened suddenly, and he followed the movement and searched.

finally-

He unbuttoned Yaozai's hospital gown, and pulled off a "black mole" on the man's chest—a microscopic signal transmitter.

"Hmph. Such a small skill."

Wu Mi sneered, Gao Xuan's heart suddenly dropped.Nothing escapes his insight.

The cold hand continued to walk on Yaoya's hot skin, a sense of malice arose spontaneously.

Wu Mi found Yaozai's broken rib and pressed it hard.

"Um-"

Yaoza's subconscious cry of pain made Wu miserable very satisfied.

Recalling the whispers that flowed through the earphones the night before, it is hard to imagine that the seemingly cold Ubuyashiki descendants would make such an enchanting voice.

Perhaps thanks to this, in just one day, the accompanying guests by the man's side changed to new faces.

"You're so unpredictable."

The King of Ghosts commented expressionlessly, taking advantage of the situation and hugged Yaoza who was crawling into his arms due to the cold.

The author has something to say: I didn’t have time to update it on Christmas, I can only wish you all a happy weekend hhh

PS: Worried about the main character catching a cold