What if the lord is too popular

The live news broadcast lasted an hour.

At 20:45, the audience left in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the director, and the host sorted out the manuscripts. The dignitaries and guests had a face-to-face meeting, and at the moment they were chatting enthusiastically with the producer Yue Yan in the background.

When panic strikes, the rich are often the first to fall, but they are more afraid of losing their status and power than their lives.

No one has time to take care of Yaozai, he sneaks in to chat with Tong Mo leaning against the wall.

After a while, Tanizaki Junichiro came with his hands in his pockets, he nodded to Yaoya, and stared vigilantly at the Lord of Bliss with lazy eyes.

Yaozai smiled: "Tong Mo can be trusted, Officer Tanizaki."

"Ah—that's a really touching comment."

Tong Mo chanted in his ear, with an obvious mocking tone.

But if it is this person, it may be sincere.

Because he is neither angry nor embarrassed.

A heart like still water is sometimes a kind of salvation.

Tanizaki Masanobu nodded suspiciously, decided to trust Yoya's judgment, and asked in a low voice:

"Did you say something important to Yamada just now?"

Otherwise, why was he in such a hurry to cast "Fine Snow" to cover the other party's tracks.

Naturally, it is the most important thing, but before getting the result, he is not going to tell Tanizaki.

It is a great sin to give empty joy to others.

He smiled but didn't answer: "How is Zhimei doing recently?"

Speaking of his younger sister, Tanizaki's sharp eagle-like eyes are mixed with a little softness, and there is a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth:

"She has behaved a lot since she was kidnapped in the bar, and her temper has improved a lot. It's just...more clingy."

It seems that Junichiro, who is decisive in the face of the case, also has a weakness.

Yaozai smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Maybe you still feel uneasy? You spend more time with her."

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at the instigator of the kidnapping case, Tong Mo shrugged his shoulders with a clear conscience, and seemed to say with his innocent glazed eyes:

Don't look at me, I'm just following orders.

Yoya looked away, thinking of another person related to Naomi.

At that time, Tanizaki Naomi was caught in front of Wuyou, and her life was always hanging by a thread. If it wasn't for the sudden "death" of Dazai Osamu, even he would not be able to think of a way to help him escape for a while.

Yaozai hesitated for a few seconds: "That 'colleague' of Naomi doesn't know, is it okay?"

Although you have no other intentions, you should still be cautious. Vague words are a good choice.

Tanizaki didn't know if he understood, raised his eyebrows in surprise and was about to speak, at this moment...

tap tap —

Tomioka Yoshiyuki approached with a blank expression, Yoya and Tanizaki looked at each other tacitly, and stopped talking.

"Did the people from Mafia send it off?"

Tomioka's indifferent gaze passed Yoya's face, and he nodded:

"Yes, senior, he was taken away by that fellow Mori Ogai."

He crushed a fly with his tightly furrowed brows, and the disgust in his tone dripped to the ground at any time.

After all, if it weren't for the situation, where would the police cooperate with the port Mafia?It's too late to arrest someone and go to jail!

Yoya couldn't help laughing, and then recalled Mori Ogai's blatant teasing:

[Mr. Hinoki should be able to understand the feeling of missing a lover, right? ]

After saying such heart-pounding words, he was lucky enough to leave without saying hello.

Yaozai thought indignantly, the twitched heartstrings were still trembling, but the performer left the stage early.

So, does the respected Mr. Mori understand this kind of embarrassment and loss?

He pursed his lips, watched Tanizaki stretching his waist, and when he met the junior's disapproving eyes, he swallowed the yelling happily.

"It's really great to have nothing to do, so let's do it tonight, the two of you can go back and have a good rest."

"Thank you, Officer Tanizaki and Officer Tomioka. Goodbye." Yoya said softly from behind.

Tanizaki waved his hand without looking back, even though he was only accompanied by Tomioka, he was out of the posture of swallowing mountains and rivers in a daze.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned his head to stare into Yaozai's eyes with a smile, "By the way, you can ask the leader of the port Mafia the question you just said. Any news I hear will automatically fall into his ears." .”

The pointed words make Yaoza full of doubts.

Did Ogai Mori know the whereabouts of Osamu Dazai, or even know each other before?

His eyes darkened slightly, thoughtful.

Amnesia is indeed a fence that hinders the progress of human wisdom, although he is now a combination of a vampire and a "ghost".

An hour later, Yaozai and Wuyan sat in the galloping taxi.

Topics related to "Nightly News" occupy the top five Twitter trends, namely:

Son of God, Juniper, Tong Mill, Bliss Cult, and Nightly News.

Wu Mi held the phone with a happy expression, and did not see the annoyance that should be the bottom of the show.

Yaozai was amazed: "You are not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Wuyou rolled his eyelids lazily, and laughed: "In your heart, my measure is so small?"

Not only is it small, it is almost nothing.

Yaozai didn't answer, the expression on his face was obvious.

Seeing this, Wu Mi sneered coldly: "As long as you and the Bliss Sect are popular, that's fine. I'm just addressing the needs of the audience."

How noble, how selfless.

Yaozai was about to stand and applaud, if he didn't know his true nature.

Prior to this, the driver in the driver's seat had spied on them several times with half-covered eyes. Hearing this, he immediately beamed with joy, opened his old smoking voice, and first coughed as if to prove his existence.

"Ahem, you are indeed the son of God on the show, right? When you arrive at your destination, can I trouble you to listen to my 'troubles'?" As if to show his piety, he added a little awkwardly: "This trip It's free. Oh, and if it works out, I'll be on call in the future!"

People are like this, once a favorable condition is given, the request becomes a matter of course, and there is no room for rejection at all.

From Yaoya's point of view, he definitely wants to absorb some "genuine" negative emotions and turn them into energy, but he has no right to speak, at least on the surface.

He looked at it from the corner of his eye, and moved his attention away from the flickering mobile phone screen. He was very grateful for Yaoya's obedience, and while gently stroking Yaoya's silver hair, he said:

"No, he is very tired, next time."

It's hard to imagine that Wu Mi would use such a negotiating tone.

But the driver made an inch of it, and immediately retorted: "He is the son of God, how could he be tired?"

"Did you...didn't understand what I said?"

All of a sudden, the cramped space of the taxi is filled with suffocating coercion.

Note that it is "person".

Yaozai's demeanor was as usual, but the driver who was over half a century old was pulling his uniform on his chest, his face was pale and he couldn't breathe, and the fear of death enveloped him.

"..."

Yaoza hurriedly grabbed Wu Mi's hand, and shook his head as if advising.

As a result, the pressure disappeared as quickly as it came.

The driver was dripping with cold sweat, feeling terrified.

He ignored him, looked down at Yoyashiki, who was close at hand, and the moment his eyes met, the refreshing smile at the corner of his mouth dormant, replaced by suppressed anger.

"How dare you look at me and think of Mori Ogai?"

The temperature in the taxi suddenly dropped to freezing point like a cold wind passing through.Before the driver had time to celebrate the rest of his life, he shivered again and remained silent.

Yaozai was startled, his rippling dark red pupils hastily avoided Wu Mi's scrutiny.

Of course, he didn't lose his mind and make a stupid mistake, but did it on purpose.

No normal person is at ease hearing about their relationship.

"What are you hiding from?"

Wu Mi pinched his chin, not allowing him to escape.

Yaozai had no choice but to lick his lips in embarrassment: "Is Mori Ogai really my...ex-boyfriend?"

The keywords that are enough to reverse the situation must be clearly pronounced.

"What did you say?" Wu Mi asked knowingly.

"Could it be that he is my incumbent, then you...?" Yaozai hesitated to speak, the man in front of him frowned for only a few seconds and frowned again.

The two confront each other, refusing to give in to each other.

After a while, Wu Mi sighed, rubbing Yaozai's reddened chin with cold fingertips.

"Yes, Mori Ogai is indeed your ex-boyfriend, but knowing it won't do you any good."

Yaozai was curious about his rare heart-to-heart look, and wanted to see what kind of stories the man could make up.

"why?"

"It's because Mori Ogai released the news that you are the 'Son of God' that you will be hunted down with a huge reward."

"..."

Tong Mo also said similar news, but the protagonist who "persecuted" him became Osamu Dazai.

Yaozai's doubts were seen through by Wuyou, "Doesn't that inspector named Yamada look familiar to you tonight? He was the one who disclosed your blood test results to Mori Ogai."

A series of rhetoric is like a rope around Yaoya's neck, tightening it tighter, only the final fatal blow is missing.

"I heard that Mafia's business situation is worrying recently, so Mori Ogai doesn't really miss his 'ex-boyfriend', but a forced temptation after the blood test failed."

"..."

Finally, Yaozai's firm mask showed signs of cracking, and his eyes shook:

"You...really didn't lie to me?"

Wu Mi passionately kissed Yaoya's hair, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I will only protect you."

The system hurriedly jumped out: [Ubuyashiki Dai...]

Before the opening remarks were finished, the mute was pressed.

Suddenly, Yaoza, who was in Wuyou's arms, couldn't restrain his body from trembling slightly, because the demon whispered in his ears.

"How about I kill Mori Ogai for you, Yoya?"

Arriving at the destination in a blink of an eye, the women's laughter and screams could be heard from a long distance away, and the same kind of breath resonated in Yaoza's chest.

Yaozai dragged Wucan out of the car to stop him from killing the driver.

"People just heard things that are well-known."

Indeed, what should be concealed is their identities as "ghosts", and "sons of God" must be famous far and wide.

In the brightly lit living room, Yaozai saw the legendary partner of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi—a man with slightly curly hair and eyes of different colors.

He sat crookedly on the sofa chair with his legs crossed, and some similar beauties crawled on the soles of his feet.

It is easy to find something in common in them—curly hair, brownish-brown pupils and a seemingly fragile temperament.

Yaozai followed Wumi and stood at the door with his head bowed for a while, Jiulan Litu slowly got up as if he had just noticed them, without looking at the shoes in the woman's hands, his bare feet stepped on the marble The ground, walking slowly.

The vampire glanced at Wu Mi condescendingly, stretched his neck and took a breath between Yao Zai's neck:

"Ah—it's really mixed with my blood, and it doesn't smell like trash like your master. So should we kill him?~"

The author has something to say: In addition to being incompetent and furious, the traditional arts of the crumbs also have the ability to sow discord.