After I divorced from chaos step

"Ranbu-san was very good to me, he didn't do anything to apologize to me." I explained, "We divorced peacefully, although the divorce agreement has not been signed yet, but it will be soon, it's only been two days."

Hearing my explanation, Nakahara Chuya's face darkened even more.

"Have you signed yet?? This bastard kicked you out?"

"no……"

Wait, did he misunderstand Ranpo?It seems that the relationship between the two of them has not been good all along.

But most of them were chaotically provoking him, but he just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

I know he is trying to save face for Grandma Hanamaru and me, but Nakahara is actually a very well-bred man.

When I was young, I came to Yokohama with my grandfather Xingzuo to see his old friend Mr. Natsume Soseki. At that time, the port mafia was robbing and killing people everywhere in Yokohama. .

Grandpa Xingzuo and I were naturally also targeted by the mafia. Grandpa first persuaded us with kind words and paid [-] yen for the toll.Grandpa had no choice but to break off their legs and tie them up one by one like crabs, and then prepared to drag them all back to the port mafia.

I naively asked my grandfather at that time: "Since they are bad people, why not kill them all?"

Grandpa patted me on the head: "You are so young, you shouldn't think about killing people."

"But the people here are so pitiful." I have lingering fears about being robbed, because my schoolbag still contained the souvenirs I bought and brought back to Kamakura, and I was almost robbed too, "It's impossible to wipe out the mafia okay?"

"The port mafia has been wiped out today, and there may be new evil organizations tomorrow." Grandpa sighed softly, "The evil in this world can never be eliminated."

I flattened my mouth: "Why is this? It's useless for All Might to come to Yokohama?"

The most famous hero in Japan at that time was All Might.

I firmly believe that he can save all mankind.

But in fact, he can't be saved.There are always places where the light cannot reach, and there are always places where he cannot come.

Perhaps at that time, my grandfather didn't want to destroy the image of All Might as invincible in my heart. He patted my head and said, "Qingxi, but the good in this world is endless. Do you want to be the great good or the great evil? "

"Of course it's a great kindness!" I hated evil like an enemy since I was a child.

"Very good." He nodded. "Some people's goal is great good, but if they take the wrong path, they become an evil path. Good intentions at the beginning will not end well."

"Huh?" I didn't quite understand.

Grandpa stopped explaining and leaned over to hug me.

I seldom act like a baby to my family, and this feeling is very beautiful.Grandpa held me with his left hand, and dragged a rope with his right hand.

On this rope, there were countless mafia members who were tied into crabs by him.Grandpa put the [-] yen that he handed over to the crab leader into his wallet, and decided to take me back to Kamakura.

I wondered, "Don't you want to meet your friend?"

Grandpa snorted: "It's a bit of a disappointment, it's gone."

"What a wayward old man."

"Hahaha, I told my old friend that when Yokohama becomes more accessible, I'll come over as a guest. Anyway, things like wine won't go bad after a few years."

I looked at the crab and said angrily: "Don't send these back, you should kill them all, otherwise they will come out to harm people in the future."

After hearing my words, the crabs struggled hard.

Grandpa tapped the top of my head lightly with his chin, and said helplessly: "You are so young, you are not allowed to mention killing people again, wait until you are 15 years old."

I was worried: "Can Yokohama get better?"

Grandpa smiled softly: "That depends on who manages Yokohama and how to manage it. This is not something you and I should worry about. Let others have a headache."

He glanced back at the crabs, and with just one glance, his eyes were like knives, and all the restless crabs fell silent in an instant.

"Just like them, they are all just tools. If someone uses these tools, the situation will be different."

I tugged at my grandfather's ears in confusion: "I don't understand!!!"

Grandpa laughed again: "It's also a knife. In the hands of a doctor, it's a knife to save people. In the hands of a murderer, it's a knife to kill people. Which knife do you want to pick up?"

I said without hesitation: "Of course it is like a doctor."

Grandpa lost his smile in an instant. He looked at me for a long time and then sighed.

"No matter which knife you pick up, you are in control of your own destiny. In fact, in my opinion, there is no difference." He paused and said, "Just don't become someone else's knife. Forget it, yours. Although her IQ is better than your mother's, it's still not enough, and she will probably be deceived in the future."

I heard that my grandfather said I was stupid, so I pulled his hair in disbelief.

Enduring the pain, he grinned and said, "I'll give you a wallet. You will save more money in the future. If you are deceived, you will also have money for food and lodging, so you won't become a homeless man in the sewer."

……

Who would have thought that grandpa's jokes that made people listen to the jumping feet would become a prophecy.

I was deceived by someone now, and I didn't listen to him, and saved money in advance, so that I had to run to my grandmother overnight to beg for shelter.

But the Port Mafia is doing well.At the very least, they have cultivated cadres who are loyal and affectionate like Zhongyuan Zhongye.

It's just that his misunderstanding of Ranpo is a bit deep.He always felt that Luanbu had done something that was sorry to me outside.

I felt that the explanation was not clear for a while, so I wanted to change the topic: "I heard that Chief Mori loves a lady who is 20 years older than him, but due to secular obstacles to sibling love, the two failed to consummate, so he went to I don't have any wives yet."

The corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth twitched crazily, and even the duckbill of the duck he was carrying kept shaking.

"Who did you hear?"

"One day chatting with Mr. Dazai, he secretly told me the secrets of Hong Kong black people."

The veins on Nakahara Chuya's forehead also started to twitch wildly.

"That guy's words." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "...don't listen to a word."

"Oh." Could it be that Dazai's news is that three people become tigers?

It is also understandable, after all, Dazai is a member of the detective agency, and he is not familiar with the port mafia, so he must know some gossip.

Nakahara Chuya glanced at me again: "Tell me, why did you and that guy suddenly want to divorce? If he did something sorry to you, just say it, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

I originally wanted to use Mori Ogai's topic to divert this topic, but Nakahara Chuya is smart after all, and I can't hide it.

But in fact, I don't want to make up reasons to lie to him.

Nakahara is also different. He and Osamu Dazai are the only two people who have not lied to me and have always treated me well and helped me a lot.

"It's really inappropriate. Ranbu-san didn't do anything to apologize to me. I'll tell you later, okay?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, neither saying yes nor no.

I thought for a while, and then said: "Mr. Zhongyuan, let me ask you, should husband and wife be honest? If you fall in love and get married in the future, will you hide your partner's identity as a mafia?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked elsewhere, with a calm expression: "I can't accept my identity, and I don't have to stand with me."

I smiled: "That's it. Shhh, I'll tell you about other things later. Please take me to Grandma Huawan."

Nakahara didn't insist on asking me why, he found a hard hat and threw it to me.

Brand new.

It appears he never wore them.

I was about to step on the back seat of the locomotive when I suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhong Yuan, has this locomotive ever carried anyone?"

"No." He threw the Chu duck to me, "I only brought this dead duck."

Chu Duck croaked twice in dissatisfaction, and was thumped again by him: "It's so noisy, next time you come out in the middle of the night, I'll throw you away."

I hugged Chuya tightly and sat on the back seat.The locomotive is something that I have always thought was very cool. When I was driving, there was a sound of wind blowing past my ears, and I could hear it clearly through the helmet.

The flowing wind seemed to have a shape, whether gods or demons passed me by.

Nakahara Chuya's speed slowed down significantly, he wasn't driving fast, and I didn't feel cold at all with his coat on.When we arrived at Granny Hanamaru's duck farm, it was still dark.

In front of the duck farm was a narrow path, and the car couldn't move forward, so Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped the car, and I helped him support the motorcycle with my feet in advance.

He frowned slightly when he saw it, but he also said thank you to me.

I returned the hard hat and coat to him, but he only took the hard hat, not the coat.

"It's cold at night, wear it."

I continued to wear it.

There is still a short distance from Granny Hanamaru's house, and I am impressed by Chuya Nakahara's gentlemanly demeanor: "Mr. Nakahara is also very kind to his subordinates, and it must be good to do things under your hands."

He turned his head to look at me: "You want to join the Mafia?"

...You actually saw through my thoughts in an instant, really smart.

After I married Ranpo, I stopped working.I also thought about continuing to work like my mother after marriage, but if both husband and wife are working, the high taxes and pitiful benefits made me give up this idea.

I guess I don't earn enough to pay taxes.Simply concentrate on taking care of the disorderly diet and daily life.

But it's different now, I don't need to take care of him anymore, but I have no money to use. Now, I have to find another job and earn some money to rent a one-bedroom house first.

"I need a job now, or I won't have anything to eat." I also put on a miserable expression toward Zhong Yuanzhong, "I still have to rent a one-bedroom apartment, I can't rely on grandma forever."

"I don't suggest nor let you join the Mafia." To my surprise, Zhongyuan Zhong also rejected me bluntly, "It's very complicated."

I thought he would readily agree, and rely on his friendship with Grandma Hanamaru to arrange a secretarial job for me.

"Chief Mori seems to be a good leader. Under his leadership, the Mafia is already maintaining peace in Yokohama. The Mafia is not what it used to be."

The Port Mafia of today is nothing like the Port Mafia I saw with my grandfather when I was a kid.I feel like they are almost side by side with Hero Firm.

Zhong Yuan also had a serious expression on his face.

"That's for killing people, or they will be killed."

I was slightly startled.

"I will think of a way for you about work. You can tell me what kind of work you like. I also have friends." He stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkled collar for me, and said calmly, "Except Join the port mafia."

I just mentioned it casually at first, but I didn't expect him to pay attention to my work, and I was a little moved.

"I'm always bothering you."

He looked up at me for a few seconds, then pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a childish smile.

"It's okay. I can handle this level of trouble." He took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and a little flame flashed, "I used your gift last time very easily, thank you ,source."

The name Yuan reminds me of the scene when I first dated Chuya Nakahara. He also called me Yuan, which is less restrained than Yuan-san, but not as familiar as Yuan-chan.After I got married, when I met him occasionally, he also called me Yuan, or he stopped calling me altogether.Ranbu repeatedly emphasized to him that he should be called "Mrs. Edogawa", but Nakahara had never heard of it once.

Now that I'm divorced and I'm about to return to my old surname, I can indeed be called Yuan again.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, can I ask you a question?"

He took the key out of his pocket and put it in the lock.

"Say."

"Did you feel a little tired of me when you went on a blind date with me?"

Otherwise, I wrote him a few emails, asking if he had time to see Maple Leaf, but he didn't reply.

But now it seems that Zhong Yuanzhong is so cultivated, even if he is bored with me, he will give me a reply of rejection.

I half thought he was bored of me, and half thought the Mafia work was so hard that there was no time for it.

"Will I bore you?" He asked in a rhetorical tone, the key clicked and the door opened.

He didn't turn on the light, and stood quietly at the door.The street lamp outside the house was on, and the white light became heavy and dazzling in an instant.

He raised his face and looked at me expressionlessly: "You probably got it wrong."