After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

After that, the port mafia came to the beach and picked up the unconscious Verlaine and the dead Shangjiangzhou Youxing.

The girl's red dress was soaked in the cold sea water, tightly wrapped around her skin.

Her snow-white skin began to fade after death, slowly turning into a beautiful and lifeless gray.

Shang Jiangzhou's face was extremely serene.

Don't look at her severed arm and scars on her neck; her whole body seems to be asleep, comfortable and peaceful.

Verlaine, who was on the side, had already been tied up by the port mafia, put on restraint belts, and was carried away unconsciously on a stretcher.

"Uh..." Mori Ogai stood quietly next to the corpse of Yuxing Uezu, silently staring at this young "Venus".

The sea water overflowed her head, slightly lifting her smoky pink hair, making her seem to be sleeping in flowing crystals.

"Mr. Mori, if your "recycling" permission order was given 5 minutes earlier, Yuxing probably wouldn't have died. "

Standing behind Mori Ogai, Osamu Dazai spoke.

5 minutes difference.

The young man tilted his head, his eyes were empty and silent, like a dark night without clouds.

"Uh..." Mori Ogai didn't answer Osamu Dazai, he just kept silent to himself, staring at Uemezu Yuxing with confused and suspicious eyes.

She is more fragile than expected, like a glass vase with roses.

The vase was broken, the rose fell to the ground, the petals withered, and life was lost.

After a long time, the man took off his black wool coat and gently covered her body;

Slowly squatting down again, to pick up the pair of off-white severed arms, and carefully put them under the clothes.

"Good night, pomelo and apricot jam."

Mori Ogai's voice was as soft as a feather.

His leather shoes and trouser legs were soaked by the icy water, but he didn't care.

Through his coat, Mori Ogai gently touched Jiangzhou Yuxing's head.

"Good boy, go to sleep, there are countless dresses and red wine in the dream; those are the ones you will like."

After Mori Ogai finished saying goodbye, he propped himself up on his knees and stood up slowly.

"Bring this kid back to the Port Mafia."

Dazai Osamu looked at his subordinates who were waiting to take orders.

"Master Chief."

The waiting subordinate in black looked a little nervous, and cold sweat slowly rolled down his pale cheeks.

He did not immediately accept Mori Ogai's order, but looked at Mori Ogai with some fear, as if he was worried that his next speech would offend Mori Ogai.

This is the gesture men least like to see.

Mori Ogai frowned and looked at his subordinates, with displeasure on his face: "Just say what you have."

Subordinate: "My lord, there are currently more than 30 subordinates whose whereabouts are unknown... Most of them are staff who monitor Miss Shang Jiangzhou."

Mori Ogai: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The two looked at each other, and the faces on both sides were ugly to the naked eye.

"Go on."

Osamu Dazai folded his chest and looked at his subordinates coldly.

The subordinate wiped off his cold sweat, and stammered: "They all destroyed their own communication equipment by coincidence, and used anti-reconnaissance methods to leave the monitoring path of the port mafia... It is very likely that they planned to defect."

Premeditated defection.

Everyone present knew the seriousness of these words.

……

Saya Book Club.

More than 50 people wearing red robes stood quietly in the lobby on the fifth floor, looking at Gin Akutagawa and William Jones on the high platform.

;The lights in the hall were dim, making everyone's faces blurred.

"According to the agreement, we will take back the body of Shangjiangzhou Youxing."

Akutagawa Gin walked forward slowly, and pulled off the big red hat on top of his head, revealing his pale and immature face.

She looked around silently, seeing many new faces in the crowd, her voice was calm and full of smiles.

"The people who come here are nothing more than resonating with heaven and earth and our gods."

"When you witnessed the death of Shangjiangzhou Youxing, did you feel uneasy?"

Akutagawa Gin asked the crowd in red below with a loud voice.

"Uh..." The crowd was silent, no one made a sound, they just looked at Akutagawa Gin quietly, eyes of different colors filled with extremely crazy "religious fanaticism".

"Yes, none of us felt uneasy."

Akutagawa Gin slowly raised her hands, the blood-red cuffs were dazzling and bright under her arms.

She looked up at the chandelier at the top, as if meeting the eyes of a god.

"Because we can all feel that everyone—one step closer to heaven and earth."

"That's not death, that's transformation, that's emergence."

After all, Akutagawa Gin put down her hands abruptly, staring at the crowd with sharp eyes, and her voice lost its passion and became rational and calm.

"All along, the mentor has done enough for us."

"He led us, led me to the threshold, soothed our spiritual pain in our sleep, held us in his arms like a mother, and gently coaxed us to sleep."

"Everyone, we are all children of Sayaka."

When the red-clothed people in the audience heard these words, their breaths became heavy in unison, like bloodthirsty mosquitoes, looking greedily and piously at Akutagawa Yin at the top.

Akutagawa Silver: "Now our mother has arranged everything for us, and then we have to be independent."

"Everyone, please give up all the industries you are currently in."

"We will go all out now to push Sayaka to the passage of heaven and earth."

"The time has come, it's time to start transforming."

The girl raised her head slowly, her purple vertical pupils were strange and mysterious.

Her voice is like the cold ice of thousands of years, and it is like a chime bell that has been dead for a long time.

"When Sayaka is surging, it is the day when we open up the world."

……

...

A ray of sunshine in the morning woke me up, and I moved my eyelids to the noisy birdsong outside the window.

The body first felt a comfortable numbness, and then the nerves of the brain began to gradually dominate his body.

"Uh..." I moved my fingers and woke up from the hard bed.

There was a blinding white light before his eyes, and then his vision became clear.

It was a small communal living room with about six beds; I slept in the lower one by the window.

Because the windows were left open last night, I could smell the unique fragrance of morning dew as soon as it dawned.

"you're awake?"

I heard a girl's voice next to me.

Turning around, I found that on the lower bunk next to me, a mushroom-headed woman was using the bed table to dress up.

"Today is a weekend, Shangjiangzhou. It's rare to see you wake up really early. Are you going on a date with your supervisor boyfriend?"

The mushroom-headed woman didn't look at me while she was speaking, she just wiped her lip gloss in front of the mirror, her voice was full of sarcasm and yin and yang.

"......"

I touched the corners of my eyes, gave a hutch, got off the bed, and came to the full-length mirror in the bedroom.

In the mirror was a mature woman who appeared to be in her 20s.

She is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a rustic floral pajamas pajamas;

Plump, white and slender limbs, a delicate and bright face like a rose.

It was a beautiful long smoky pink hair, and a pair of bright and transparent eyes like purple glass.

"Uh..." I looked at the person in the mirror, lowered my head and touched my bulging chest, and then touched the smooth and tender skin on my neck and collarbone.

Finally, I crossed my jade-white palms, held them on my two arms, and fondled them lovingly back and forth.

"Uh..." The mushroom-headed woman behind me frowned and looked at me, as if she didn't respond to my appearance in the mirror.

"I seem to have had a very long dream." I said.

In my dream, I was only 14 years old.

The mushroom-headed woman smiled with a disdainful voice: "While you were working in the factory, someday you were not dreaming."

She doesn't seem to have a crush on me.

"Shangjiangzhou, no one else is here now, can you tell me if you are really dating that 50-year-old executive."

As the woman spoke, she showed malicious and curious eyes.

"...?" I looked at the woman in a daze, and then slowly looked back at her.

"I don't know." I said calmly.

I really do not know.

This sleep made my brain groggy, and I basically couldn't think of anything.

I only know that my name is Shangjiangzhou Youxing.

An orphan who used to live on Leibo Street—finally, he joined the sheep and betrayed the leader.

"Uh..." Betrayed the leader?

I frowned, and looked down at the pure white palm, feeling dazed and puzzled.

Why should I betray him.

Or, why should I listen to that bitch Shirase?

What is he?

Obviously it is a very long-lasting memory, but I seem to slowly turn the pages from my heart and reorganize them.

I am now in Osaka and have lived for many years.

But why am I in Osaka?

Why am I living in this world.

I came to bring the world, don't I have a purpose?

"However... the director of Honda has a wife. His daughter is about your age, so take care of yourself."

The mushroom-headed woman gloated at me and smiled.

She ignored me and went on to put on makeup.

I made a hutch, and returned to my bed by memory, and dragged out an old suitcase from under the bed.

Open the trunk.

I saw some cheap T-shirts and ripped jeans inside, and some Korean baseball sweaters for the jacket.

"Uh..." I stared at these clothes, and for a while, there was a huge difference between the dream world and the reality.

No trinkets, no opulent jewellery.

This is not the life I deserve.

I need money, a lot of money.

I should probably go back to Yokohama.

Although I don't know why I should go back to Yokohama, but an inner voice keeps telling me that I have a purpose and I want to accomplish one thing.

"Where's Director Honda?"

I turned my head and silently looked at the woman who was drawing eyeliner.