After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

The body of Shangjiangzhou Youxing was properly kept in the freezer on the basement floor.

After being repaired and dressed up by Mr. Jianjian—the girl was wearing a delicate white dress decorated with woolen roses, with gorgeous and round medieval pearl jewels on her pale neck, lying quietly among the bright red rose petals.

Its long smoky pink hair was held in place by a diamond barrette.

The unpleasant smell of frozen meat from the surrounding corpses has been overwhelmed by the orange blossom scented air freshener.

Mori Ogai did not ask people to install cool white lights in the room that belonged to the morgue.

On the contrary, the room is filled with warm orange light, and there is even a beautiful and retro small desk lamp next to the freezer of the corpse.

Zhong Yuanzhong was like this, sitting quietly in front of the freezer, looking at the dead body of Shangjiangzhou Youxing in front of him with dull eyes.

"Mr. Zhongye, don't you want to see Verlaine? He really wants to see you now."

Mori Ogai stood quietly behind Nakahara Chuya, stroking the boy's shoulder with his white gloved palm.

"Uh..." The man's touch seemed to carry an electric current, making Nakahara Chuya's body tremble slightly.

The young man bit his lip, lowered his head silently, his cobalt blue eyes were covered by his orange-red forehead hair.

"I don't want to see him."

Nakahara Zhong also said softly, the ending was full of wordless exhaustion and gloom.

"He did this kind of thing, and I will not forgive him."

The young man raised his eyes and looked quietly at the sleeping and quiet Shangjiangzhou Youxing in front of him: "There is no need for us to meet."

"I'm not his brother, I'm just me and have nothing to do with him."

Mori Ogai did not discuss Verlaine with Nakahara again.

The man stood beside the young man, tilting his head slightly, those eyes that were similar to Shangjiangzhou Youxing's but totally different were looking at him quietly.

Mori Ogai: "Are you blaming me? Chuya-kun."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

This question is like touching the taboo of a teenager.

The pupils in those cobalt blue eyes were shrinking slightly.

……

【Are you blaming Mori Ogai? 】

Last night, the little girl in the dream sat quietly beside him, smoothed the long hair around his ears with her cold white fingers, and asked softly.

"Uh..." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either, he just leaned tightly beside her, pursing his lips in pain and confusion.

Should I blame him or not?

What the hell am I joining the port mafia for?

Zhong Yuan also repeatedly asked himself in his heart.

"It's okay, just look at me."

Youxing's cool and soft palms gently stroked his chin, and turned his face to hers.

Obviously it is a very gentle strength, but it is so undeniable.

Shangjiangzhou Youxing: "Why did you join the port mafia?"

The pair of golden vertical pupils on her face were staring straight at him, with sharp scrutiny and questioning in her eyes.

"Uh..." It was clearly in a dream, but Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a great pressure;

He even felt cold sweat slowly sliding down his temples.

【Why did I join the Port Mafia? 】

When thinking of this sentence, Mori Ogai's cold and dull purple pupils flashed in his mind, and his heart felt cold.

But under the coldness, there was another group of incomparably scorching flames burning.

That was the blood and throbbing that he had never felt since he was born.

"The so-called leader is someone who becomes a slave of the organization, abandons humanity, and maintains rationality; in order to achieve the goal, he will do whatever it takes."

Shangjiangzhou Youxing's voice was smiling, and it was telling in Zhongya's ear.

"Zhongye, as I said, you don't owe me anything."

The girl put her hand gently on the back of his, and said soothingly.

"You have all the rights to write your life, so does Mori Ogai, and so do I."

"No one can hurt me, I'm just bearing the price of choosing my fate."

"Uh..." Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed the painful soreness at the tip of his nose, and he gently hugged Shangjiangzhou Youxing's thin body in his arms, letting her head hang on his shoulder.

Shangjiangzhou Youxing: "Never—never let anyone influence your "writing", not even me. "

"I am your friend, your companion, but also your guest in life."

"Please welcome my arrival with joy, and please watch my departure calmly."

He could feel Shangjiangzhou Youxing's arms gently encircling his waist, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"Chuya, let everything take its course; time will take everything away."

"Now tell me, what is the correct answer to this question?"

……

Tears flowed down the young man's cheeks silently, he didn't make too much noise, only a faint nasal sound.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Shangjiangzhou Youxing in the freezer with clear and bright eyes.

Shangjiangzhou Youxing asked him to let go, saying that she was just a passer-by in his life.

But in fact...he was more reluctant than he imagined.

From now on, no one is waiting for him in the port mafia, and no one will listen to him when he is confused and suffering.

"Are you blaming me again? Nakaya-kun?" Mori Ogai asked in a low voice.

Nakahara also sorted out his emotions, he answered Mori Ogai, and then he answered Shang Jiangzhou Yuxing in his dream.

[What is the correct answer? 】

Shangjiangzhou Youxing was asking him.

"It's not important." Nakahara Zhongya replied.

The correct answer - [this is not important]

I want to stay, not for anyone but me who wants to stay.

This is my choice, my will; I follow your philosophy as a leader, and what I want to see is how Yokohama will be decorated in your hands.

Zhongyuanzhong is also throbbing because of this, and his blood is boiling with enthusiasm.

"Is it?"

Mori Ogai was silent for a moment, and said strangely.

The man looked in the direction of Shangjiangzhou Youxing.

Suddenly, he saw that the hairpin on Youxing's hair was a little crooked, which messed up a few strands of hair by the way.

"Uh..." Mori Ogai was taken aback.

The man raised his steps and walked towards Shangjiangzhou Youxing. He bent down slightly and reached out his hand to help it tidy up the hairpin.

"leader--"

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, and suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Uh..." Mori Ogai stopped, and his fingertips were only a few centimeters away from touching the smoky pink hair.

"Boss, that's enough." Nakahara Chuya said in a trembling voice.

enough……

Don't touch her again.

Mori Ogai: "..."

All the emotions on the man's face gradually turned into a deadpan expression.

"Sorry, Chuya-kun."

Mori Ogai said softly, his fingers left the head of the corpse.

……

"Youxing, have you figured it out yet?"

An old man in his 50s wiped the greasy sweat on his cheeks with a handkerchief, and looked at me greedily with a wretched and joyful smile on his face.

This human high-quality male is the Honda director.

I found him from the phone address book, and then invited him to a secret coffee shop by the side of the road.

According to my memory, the supervisor of Honda was very lecherous and quite knowledgeable. Among the more than 100 female workers, he directly fell in love with me who was the most beautiful.

It could be that I don't want to sleep with a greasy man in his 50s who smells like dead bodies, or that the Honda executive is married;

So I never agreed to have a disgusting "romantic legend" with him.

He has been touching me in private, flirting with me, and spreading bad words about me around my colleagues, trying to isolate me from my colleagues.

He did it very successfully.

There was even one time when he locked me in the office during lunch break, intending to forcefully attack the overlord; in the end, my forehead was smashed and bleeding.

Now I still have a small inconspicuous scar on my temple.

Ah, I don't think there is any moral behavior to deal with this kind of hanging man.

"I figured it out."

I looked at the director of Honda with my chin propped up, and said disgustedly.

"You give me 200 million yen, and I'll sleep with you for a year."

Director of Honda: "..."

When the middle-aged man heard it, he didn't seem to expect that I would say such a thing, and he was obviously stunned.

"This……"

The Honda supervisor sluggishly jammed.

"What is this?"

I frowned impatiently, picked up the coffee cup gracefully, and took a sip with my red lips.

"I am 20 years old and you are 50 years old. I won't say anything else."

The Bentley that the director of Honda usually drives, and his family is also rich, obviously not short of the 200 million.

What he was worried about was that I would not accept the money after taking it.

"What are you worried about? I signed a three-year contract with your company. If I want to go far away, why don't I ask for a little more money? Can I still run out of Japan?"

Director of Honda: "You can't go back on your word."

While wiping his sweat hotly, he looked at me panting, anxious.

"No, I will settle down in Osaka in the future."

I gave a decent smile.

……

In this way, the director of Honda took me to a nearby bank to apply for a bank card, and transferred 400 million yuan to me.

As for why it is 400 million, he said that he wanted to sleep with me for two years, so he doubled it directly.

So if you don't come out for a walk, you won't know how many invisible mentally handicapped people are in today's society.

As far as this IQ is concerned, I'm sure I'm going to be a pyramid scheme.

I took advantage of his time to go to the public toilet, and directly locked him in the public toilet with the bicycle lock;

Then I transferred the 400 million from the card to another card I prepared in advance, and directly broke the card that the Honda supervisor had handled for me into two halves.

Then, I hailed a taxi directly, left the bank, and came to the commercial street.

During this period, the director of Honda made more than a dozen calls to me. I was so annoyed that I broke the phone card and went to the communication company to apply for a new one.

When I came to the commercial street, I bought some beautiful long dresses and matched some mid-priced jewelry for myself.

Wearing a red close-fitting French dress with a square collar and exposed collarbone, freshwater pearl earrings and a necklace, I stepped on the sky and came to a barber shop.

"Hello, welcome."

The little brother at the front desk saw me a little stunned, stuttering and blushing.

He quickly put away his drowsy state, and greeted me in full swing.

"Excuse me... do you need to take care of your hair?"

The little brother grabbed the apron with both hands nervously.

Me: "Thank you, I need to curl my hair a little bit."

"Well, our staff is still preparing. You see, like the gentleman over there, do you want to sit in a chair and wait?"

The little brother pointed to the sofa next to him.

Sitting on the sofa was a pale Slav in white woolen clothes and a fur cap. He was reading a magazine with his legs crossed.

As if aware of my gaze, Maozi raised his eyes slightly, then gave me a polite smile, and looked down at the magazine as if nothing had happened.

This dress looks like a snow-white tramp.