What if the lord is too popular

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining.

Yaoza, who came late, walked out of the bathroom, the curtains in the living room were closed, and it was dark.

Mori Ogai heard the noise, wiped his mouth and raised his eyes slowly, "I thought you wouldn't come today."

Complaints hidden under the straightforward narrative are usually only heard by the closest people.

Yaozai pressed his swollen temple on purpose, and stepped closer.

"Sorry, sorry, waking up early doesn't fit my current biological clock. If I didn't want to see Mr. Mori, I might not be able to get up at all."

"Hmph." Mori Ogai snorted lightly, but the corner of his mouth was unconsciously smiling.

It was easy to be coaxed.

He got up and gave up his seat with the cold coffee that had been refilled many times, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Yaozai shook his head, took the opportunity to take the coffee in his hand and drank it down, sighed contentedly:

"It seems to be alive a little bit, thank you, Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai frowned: "Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach."

Yaozai smiled and turned a deaf ear, then changed his serious face in an instant, "Is the number coming?"

"of course."

Mori Ogai took out a small piece of paper from the notebook on the table and handed it over.

"Saving the world still needs the Son of God to do it, and I, the leader of the port Mafia, will not do it for me."

Evil is not evil, and good is not absolute good.

Yaozai thought of the woman whose neck was broken as he stood by and watched.

He sat in front of Mori Ogai, took out his mobile phone and dialed the keypad according to the number on the piece of paper.

After entering three numbers...

Unexpectedly, an associated number jumped out.

Yoya and Mori Ogai looked at each other silently, and after checking—

is exactly the same!

Could it be that the "teacher" who claims to be able to develop a drug that can turn a vampire back into a human is an acquaintance?

Ubuyashiki Yoya began to check the communication records with such doubts, and then a message from a few weeks ago jumped into his eyes.

[Ten o'clock in the evening, waiting for you in the laboratory. ]

Anonymous.

Yaoza was puzzled, it was only natural.

Ever since he was forced to become a ghost by Oni Wu Tsuji, only the ones he has recently re-acquainted remain in his mind.

"Does Mr. Sen have any impression?"

He asked the people behind him for advice, out of an inexplicable intuition, Yoya believed that there should be no secrets between himself and Mori Ogai.

result-

Mori Ogai narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

"Ah~ Of course I have an impression, Mr. Ubuyashiki."

"..."

The storm is about to come, and after becoming a ghost, Yoya Ubuyashiki's intuition has become more acute.

He quickly wanted to change the subject, so he smiled awkwardly:

"However, even if Mr. Mori said it, I can't remember it. Let's call directly."

"Hit directly?" Mori Ogai taunted, curling his lips, "Do you know what to call this 'teacher'? Since he is an important person, it's not good to be rude, right?"

Yaozai was at a loss for words, coughed unwillingly, and humbly asked for advice: "So, who is the other party?"

Mori Ogai did not speak, but leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, stared at him condescendingly, and parted his thin lips lightly for a while:

"Lan, Tang, Ying."

"Lan Tangying?" Yaozai was taken aback, the conversation with Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou last night poured in, and the joy of "it didn't take much effort" arose spontaneously.

"Isn't he just..."

Mori Ogai interrupted half of the conversation:

"That's right, Mr. Ubuyashiki is the man he wants to see even though he gave me sleeping pills."

"..."

A thunderstorm fell from the sky. If it was just a storm, now the building is about to collapse.

Sitting still will only be crushed by Mori Ogai, so we must find a way.

Poor Yaozai has no memory at the moment, so he can't make a strong rebuttal, only...

He cleared his throat trying to cover up, and looked straight into the man's eyes, "But such a long time has passed, even Mr. Mori can't guarantee that the memory will be accurate, right?"

After the voice fell, there was a moment of silence, and the opponent's debaters seemed to die down.

great.

Yaozai just breathed a sigh of relief, stab-

Being dragged off the table with the person and the chair without warning, Mori Ogai leaned down, supported the table with one hand, and leaned on the back of the chair with the other, trapping him within an inch.

The distance where the breath can be heard, the burning eyes and the lips that are eager to kiss all made Yaoza unable to resist, so he had to turn his head.

"Mr. Ubuyashiki." Mori Ogai called him in a low and bewitching voice, and asked each word with a pause: "Do you think I will forget the time when I made [beep] with the person I like for the first time?"

The straightforward and bold words made Yaozai's breathing stagnate, and the neck that was exposed in the air was instantly hot and red.

He was speechless, and even regretted his rare stubbornness before.

No, he just didn't realize that it had always been his instinct not to admit defeat.

Mori Ogai's cool hand lingered on his neck, and his tone was melodious and nostalgic, "Speaking of which, we are at this table next to you, with your legs around my waist, and we..."

"do not talk."

Yaozai licked his dry lips, begging him in a hoarse voice.

Mori Ogai readily agreed, and the sudden withdrawal of pressure gave Yaoza the illusion of surviving a catastrophe.

He settled down and broadcast the crucial number under the supervision of his lover.

beep beep—

Three busy tones.

beep beep—

Three more.

The wandering time wears away Yaozai's patience, and more importantly, what kind of attitude should he adopt after the call is connected?

Should I call again when I go back alone?

He was about to hang up, when a nasal voice came from the receiver, and an irritable response:

"Hey, what time do you think it is? Don't I need to sleep?"

It was a quarter past ten in Tokyo time, and even the heavy curtains couldn't block the sun's rays.

But for nocturnal vampires, it is indeed time to rest in bed.

Yaozai took the hands-free mobile phone away, and said with his first and last name:

"Mr. Lan Tangying, I am...Yaoya Miyayashiki."

After being quiet for a while, the other side asked in disbelief:

"What, are you Yaozai?"

This kind of intimacy that comes out naturally under sleepiness makes Yaoza feel like a headache, and there is only one thought:

[He's done. ]

……

After agreeing on the time and place to meet, Yaozai hung up the phone.

Mori Ogai turned around and left without saying a word, but he quickly grabbed his sleeves with his sharp eyes.

"Come with me, okay?"

Mori Ogai pretended to be surprised, "Huh? You are all so familiar, don't you need me to accompany you?"

"..." Yaozai took a deep breath, and when he raised his eyes, his dark red pupils shimmered, "But I have lost my memory, Mr. Mori, you are the person I trust the most."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows flattered, pondered for a moment, and patted the back of Yaoya's hand reassuringly, "Alright then, let me call the organization to ask for leave."

……

At first we met in a coffee shop.

However, neither Lantang who "flees in fear of crime" nor Hikiki who is famous is not suitable to show up in public. Under Mori Ogai's earnest recommendation, the two ghosts changed the meeting place——

May I ask, as the largest non-governmental organization, with countless enemies and standing still, how could it be safer than the encrypted conference hall at the port Mafia?

No.

Yoya couldn't refute it, and almost believed that Mori Ogai had started thinking about it when he knew the other party's identity.

You know, if he hadn't made a mistake first, he would never have let the second person get involved in this matter.

For a plan with an unknown future, it is enough for him to take the risk alone.

……

The sun is shining brightly.

Yaozai was sitting in the conference room, remembering that he wanted to take the opportunity to ask about Dazai's current situation.

But this idea can only be shelved temporarily - because once a man is jealous, it is really terrible.

He waited for a while, and heard footsteps in the corridor from far to near.

tap tap —

A sense of deja vu permeated his nostrils, Yaozai got up to greet him, and after walking two steps, the door unlocked by the double password of face and fingerprint opened.

click —

A few steps away, Osamu Dazai, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came into view, and he was obviously taken aback on his always smiling face.

"Dazai/Yaoya, why are you here?"

The two spoke in unison.

Dazai came back to his senses, and hurriedly straightened his curly hair, which was so fluffy that he didn't bother to dry it after taking a shower.

"Oh, Mr. Sen informed me to come to the meeting."

Yaozai looked Dazai up and down, seeing that he was in good spirits, his heart was finally relieved, and Mori Ogai's face pretending to be alienated appeared in front of his eyes.

Angry and funny.

I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd.

Just as he was thinking, the port chief who went to greet the distinguished guests went back and forth. His shoulder-length mid-length hair was tied behind his head, and his black cloak was rattling by the wind blowing through the hall.

He stopped in front of the door and looked at the curly-haired youth first:

"Oh, I'm really sorry Dazai-kun, I called you here when I'm so busy with organizing official business."

"You're welcome, Mr. Mori. Why do I have to bow my head under the eaves~" He glanced at Yaozai, and changed the subject, "But it's Yaozai's business, I'm still happy to help."

Mori Ogai smiled on the surface when he heard the words: "You are still so warm-hearted, I am gratified."

Yaozai: "..."

Fortunately, the confrontation between the two didn't last long, and Sen took a step aside to make way for the passage behind him.

"This is Lan who is currently engaged in research work..."

Lan Tang ignored him, walked directly towards Yaozai, took off his peaked cap and mask, revealing a head of dazzling blond hair and ice-blue eyes with some vicissitudes.

Without warning, he took a deep breath on Yaozai's neck, and said in amazement:

"What happened, why is your appearance and breath different from before? Did you go on TV last night?"

Yaozai didn't have time to answer, looking over Lantang's shoulder, he saw the suddenly gloomy faces of the two people opposite.

Today is really a "good day" not to go out.

The author has something to say: As we all know, the car was driven at the Lord's house.

Forest dust bullied the protagonist to lose his memory, hum!

PS: If there are typos / sentences are not smooth, I will fix them tomorrow.