Those years when I was looking for my father in Yokohama

At night, on the deserted street, a light came from afar accompanied by the sound of cars.

The figure who appeared in the middle of the road at some time turned around slowly, revealing a pale face under the light.

"laugh--"

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and it almost stopped in front of the figure.

Seeing the face of the person blocking the way clearly, the driver's curse suddenly stuck in his throat.

The faint fragrance came, and the driver's eyes became blurred, and he didn't even notice the reprimand from the people in the car.

Until the car door opened, two big men in black with guns came out from it.

And the two big men in black were as stunned as the driver after seeing the face of the person blocking the way.

The stunned performance of the big man seemed to have offended the real leader in the car, and soon an old man came out of the car, also holding a gun in his hand, and looked at the person blocking the way with gloomy eyes.

Then, like everyone else, he froze in place.

The light and elegant aroma permeates the air, making people feel drowsy and intoxicated.

But the old man didn't seem to realize it, his cloudy but sharp eyes stared straight at the person blocking the way——

It was a child about eleven or twelve years old. Although he was young, he could see the peerless demeanor in the future from the facial features that were so delicate that he couldn't tell the gender.

Wearing a simple purple and black costume, the child with a rare black long hair tilted his head slightly, looked at the old man with slightly round purple eyes, smiled at him, but smiled without saying a word.

The aroma in the air became richer.

The old man took a deep breath, his gaze became more and more scorching.He couldn't help but take a step forward with a coaxing tone.

"Good boy, the night is very dangerous, come here to Uncle...Uncle will protect you!"

The coaxed subject blinked, as if confirming something, raised his leg tentatively, and took a step closer to the old man.

However, the old man seemed to be encouraged, with an obsessed expression, and continued to coax with an excited voice: "Yes, that's it, come to Uncle!"

The child in simple and elegant clothes approached slowly, and the old man stared at him excitedly until he successfully coaxed him into the car.

The stopped car restarted and quickly left the spot.

Only a faint fragrance remains.

***

The Port Mafia, a behemoth in Yokohama.

However, with the aging of the port mafia leader, this behemoth began to become irritable and presumptuous, causing the whole of Yokohama to faintly threaten to fall into chaos.

But at the same time, the port mafia has also spread a missing person news in recent days.

It is said that what they are looking for is a handsome man with black hair and purple eyes. The people in the port Mafia have found many qualified people, but this missing person notice has not been eliminated.

Gradually, as time went by, the news became true and false.In the latest news of the port mafia, under the impact of one more cadre, it gradually faded out of the outside world's field of vision.

The leader of the port mafia, against all opinions, promoted a 12-year-old boy to be a cadre, which caused an uproar among the people.

But the leader is the master of the port mafia. No matter how ridiculous the order is, in order not to arouse the anger of the increasingly violent leader, the disturbance caused by the new cadres quickly subsided.

They acquiesced in the existence of the newly promoted cadres, but the specific attitude is different from the beholder, and the wise see the wisdom.

***

"The leader's body is very healthy."

The gentle doctor in a white coat smiled and announced the medical report.

The leader of the port mafia, the old man sitting on the chair in front of the huge French window, was not surprised when he heard the doctor's answer, but asked.

"Where's Xiaoyan? Is she still in the room?"

The doctor with black middle-length hair replied, with a helpless tone: "Ah, Lord Wu Yan has recently become obsessed with games, and he doesn't even want to go out."

"This is not good." The old man frowned slightly, glanced at the work information on the table, and still said in a helpless and indulgent tone: "Go and coax him to come to see me, just to exercise."

If it wasn't for these jobs, he would have gone to find someone in person... Those guys who don't know the so-called!

The old man's turbid eyes flashed sharp and murderous intent, but he dismissed the doctor calmly: "The doctor has worked hard, go back."

Not long after he joined the port mafia, he became the leader's personal doctor. Hearing this, the young man named Mori Ogai bowed his head and left docilely.

After leaving the gate of the chief's office, Mori Ogai pursed his lips, maintaining his appearance as a gentle uncle, and walked towards a room not far from the office.

The dim light cast shadows on his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Standing at the two gates, after signaling to the guards in black suits on both sides, Mori Ogai knocked on the door.

In the next moment, the closed door opened silently, and the silent fragrance slowly released.

It was bright outside, but the room was dark.Only the display screen in the corner is shining brightly, and the game sound is endless.

Mori Ogai went in as usual, took the replacement slippers in the corner and changed them on, then stepped on the soft carpet laid on the ground, and slowly approached the light source and fragrance source in the corner.

It wasn't until a distance of one meter away that Mori Ogai politely said to the back in front of him: "Lord Wuyan, good day."

"Ah."

Wu Yan, who was concentrating on the game with her long hair hanging down the ground, replied casually.

Mori Ogai's expression remained unchanged, he just stared at his back and didn't speak.

He stopped talking, and Wu Yan, who was addicted to the game, naturally didn't want to talk, as if there was no such person, he continued to play his game, and passed his level.

The room fell into silence for a while, except for the continuous game sound, there was no other sound.

When he found that he didn't speak, the other party took the cruel fact that he didn't have him. Mori Ogai couldn't help but said: "Master Wuyan has been in the room for three days."

The Lord Wuyan he was talking about ignored him.

Mori Ogai continued to speak earnestly: "Excessive indulging in games can hurt your health."

The person he spoke to earnestly did not look back.

Mori Ogai continued his efforts: "The leader asked the adults to see him."

Wu Yan finally gave him some reaction: "Get lost!"

Mori Ogai, who was scolded, smiled: "Master Wu Yan, staying up late will not grow tall."

The endless game sounds stopped suddenly, and the dark room became silent.

The person who had been turning his back to Mori Ogai turned sideways, looked at him with a frown, and said in a confused tone, "What do you want from me?"

Mori Ogai glanced at him, then immediately lowered his eyes, took a deep breath to suppress the palpitations, and then answered truthfully: "Master Wu Yan has been addicted to games, the leader is very worried about your health, and wants you to go meet him."

But Wu Yan seemed to have never heard of it, staring at him with slightly round purple eyes, and continued to ask in confusion: "What do you want from me?"

Mori Ogai was stunned, raised his head slightly, glanced at Wu Yan who rested his chin on one hand, and looked confused and not fake, then quickly lowered his head, and repeated: "Master Wu Yan has been obsessed——"

"It's not this!" Wu Yan interrupted his repetition, a little impatient, but felt that there was some meaning, so she managed to suppress the impatience, looked at Mori Ogai and continued to ask: "You repeated over and over again. What are you looking for me for?"

Realizing something, Mori Ogai raised his head and finally looked directly at the face of the person in front of him.

His name is Wu Yan, who suddenly appeared in Yokohama three months ago, and was personally brought back by the port mafia leader. A young but unparalleled delicate face.

But what is more attractive is the hazy sense of mystery that surrounds him.Combined with the light and elegant unknown fragrance of the young man, it gives the audience a feeling of intoxication, as if it can make people drown under his clothes in an instant.

——The boy possessed a kind of magical beauty and charm.

Even Mori Ogai, he couldn't help being a little shaken by the other person's appearance.So he usually chooses not to look at the other party, in order to weaken this magical charm.

Is it the supernatural power of the psychic department?Mori Ogai made such a guess more than once.

But the physical changes of the port mafia leader made him doubt this guess.

It is a rare healing ability that can restore a decayed body to its original state, right?

But this is not in line with the magical charm of Wu Yan's body. It is only a healing ability, but it can't fascinate the port mafia leader!

Or does the other party not only have one supernatural ability?Or maybe the other party actually only has one kind of supernatural ability, but the supernatural ability itself has a huge framework and room for manipulation, so it shows a variety of effects...

After so much analysis and many speculations, the reality is that only a few seconds have passed, coupled with the uncontrollable moment of trance when looking directly at Wuyan, Mori Ogai can barely speak on the verge of Wuyan's impatience.

"Are you satisfied with the present?"

Wu Yan tilted her head and blinked: "Satisfied, not satisfied."

Mori Ogai couldn't help but hold his breath, and when he saw the unparalleled youthful boy in front of him, he gave him a regretful look, and suddenly said, "Haven't you found my father yet?"

Mori Ogai dumbfounded: "...No."

Thinking of the missing person task released long ago - just the three clues of the handsome man with black hair and purple eyes, without even a name... The clues are limited, so it's normal not to find them.

"Then you are so useless." The young boy showed a little disgust.

Mori Ogai smiled helplessly: "Your Excellency is so powerful, there is nothing you can do about it?"

Wu Yan, who was still putting on a disgusted face just now, stopped, and couldn't help puffing up her cheeks with her hands: "...If I had a way, would I still be here?"

If he knew, he would have gone to his father a long time ago, who has time to waste time with this group of humans-wait, isn't he human?

Wu Yan fell into deep thought because of an unintentional thought of her own.

Mori Ogai continued to probe calmly: "Sir, think about it carefully, are there any other clues?"

Wu Yan came back to her senses, and looked at Mori Ogai with unclear meaning.

Mori Ogai's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't realize it, the sincerity on his face didn't seem to be fake.

Wu Yan put down her hands resting on her chin, turned completely to face him, and said seriously, "He has black hair and purple eyes, very pretty, and my father looks very similar to me."

After a pause, Wu Yan, who couldn't think of any other clues, gave up thinking: "I can't think of anything else."

"My memory is gone, it's not easy to just remember these things." Wu Yan couldn't help but want to sigh.

He only remembered his name and purpose, other memories were blank, and he didn't even know how he appeared here.

Sen Ouwai's eyes flickered, and his lowered eyes avoided meeting Wu Yan's gaze, and he said jokingly: "I barely meet the requirements, but unfortunately, I don't have a child as old as an adult."

"Otherwise, why do you think I endured you for so long?" Wu Yan answered him as a matter of course, successfully making Mori Ogai stiff for a moment.

But Wu Yan seemed to see something interesting, and said on a whim: "Come and play games with me."

His voice was full of temptation: "As long as you can defeat me, I will grant you one wish."

"Even if you want to be the leader—"

Mori Owai's pupils shrank sharply.

The young man smiled slyly: "It's not impossible~"