How to file a resignation with Gin

On the other end of the phone, Kurosawa Jin hadn't spoken for a long time, and the wind was blowing continuously along the phone line from California to Tokyo, taking away all the temperature.

Finally, he said, "I see."

The silence continued for a while.

"wait me back."

After saying this, Kurosawa ended the call.

Hojo Natsuki also made a decision in these few minutes.

He pressed to pause the game, left the game cabin, grabbed a coat and went out.

Destination location: PortMaifia.

The Port Mafia Building stands tall on the coast of Yokohama. It is the tallest building in Yokohama, like a giant supporting the sea and sky.When Hojo Natsuki remembered, it was actually not as tall as it is now, and it was expanded ten floors later.

He hasn't been back to PortMafia for a long time, but the port members have excellent memory and eyesight.

When the elevator met Chuya Nakahara, who was about to go out, the other party raised his eyebrows and asked with concern: "I'm back so soon, don't you want to rest for a few more days?"

"Much better, thank you Zhongyuan-kun." Hojo Natsuki nodded, "I have something to ask the leader."

Zhongyuan Zhong also said with a smile: "Okay, then I will go to work too, and I will have a drink together when I have time in two days."

Hojo Natsuki: "...Haha, okay."

He also thought of Zhongyuan Zhongye's destructive power when he was in a drunken madness, and wondered why this person was usually so measured, and couldn't have a correct understanding of his drinking capacity and quality?

A few minutes later, he arrived at his destination, the office of the chief of PortMafia.

The outer room is the living room, where Secretary Akutagawa Yin usually receives guests, but she is not here today.

Hojo Natsuki understood, kept walking, stepped on the wool carpet, went straight to the door of the inner room, knocked twice symbolically, and turned the doorknob directly to enter.

The lights were not turned on, and the sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the whole office looked silent and gloomy.

Osamu Dazai turned his chair slowly: "Natsuki-kun, you didn't have an appointment, it's not a good habit to break into the chief's office without authorization."

Hojo Natsuki swung a few ounces and replied, "Really? I thought you were waiting for me."

He walked to the coffee table on his own, threw himself into the soft sofa, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"Dazai, how long have we known each other?"

"Are you here to reminisce?" Dazai said, "This kind of question is really sour. I always feel that you want to ask me to borrow money..."

"It's been twelve or three years since I was adopted by Mr. Sen."

"Is it."

"Well. I've lived for so long, and you're still the most annoying guy I've ever seen."

"Then I'm really honored." Osamu Dazai sighed exaggeratedly, "But with me, for the position of 'the most hated person', you have to compete with Chuya, please work hard."

Hojo Natsuki glanced at him speechlessly.

Except for the all-knowing famous detective from the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai is the most intelligent and close to demon person in his cognition.

This kind of impression had been formed since the first meeting. The first time he saw that exquisite-looking boy with kite eyes, he knew that this person was definitely not someone in the pool.

Maybe it's a business bragging, maybe it's to show his plastic friendship, Dazai always said in a joking tone, "Natsuki is the smartest person I've ever met".

There is probably a bit of sincerity here.

People like Dazai have already simulated dozens of chess moves in advance as soon as they make a move in chess. They are naturally good at strategizing, which is also what Natsuki Hojo is good at.

Both he and Dazai’s thinking is very jumpy, chatting like two frogs jumping on the lotus leaf, the last sentence is in Tokyo and the next sentence is going to Mars, outsiders It sounds like two psychopaths communicating deeply in sick words, but they always Can keep up with the other party's thinking.

Hojo Natsuki rested his chin on his hand, looked out of the window lightly, and also brought the silent Dazai Osamu into his eyes.

And there is a fateful conclusion, called, cleverness is always mistaken by cleverness.

He complied, and so did Dazai.

Osamu Dazai told him not to make the same mistakes again, but he did not change his fate even after reading that 'book'.

Who is more stupid than whom in this matter?

After making the decision to 'enter the game and become an NPC', Natsuki Hojo still reserved for himself, such as using 'books' to lure Dazai into the game, even if he fails again, someone can cover him up.He has a well-planned plan and has always been able to do everything with ease. He won the bet on Kuisawa's preference, and he didn't lose a single bit of reality, but this war was still declared defeated.

No one can win soberly and calmly.

Hojo Natsuki crossed his fingers and stuck them to his abdomen. He stared at the crystal ceiling and said, "I want to find him, but I don't want anything."

There is no plan, no end, no leeway.

Again, be the person in the game.

"You really want to make the same mistakes again." Osamu Dazai said calmly, "What is written in the 'book' cannot be changed. If you tear up the card, there is no way to return to this week with your real body."

"Create a new identity card, and being with him in the game can almost fulfill your dream, and then let go of your obsession."

Dazai opened and closed his lips, and sighed coldly and hypocritically, "After all... next time, will you really meet this Kurosawa?"

"You're right." Hojo Natsuki replied affirmatively, completely ignoring the sarcasm in his words, and then changed the topic, "But why am I doing this?"

But what am I going to do again?

Osamu Dazai stopped talking, reached out his hand to take off the precious pen pinned to his shirt pocket, held it between his slender fingers and played with it, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Hojo Natsuki's expression with scrutiny, as if he wanted to confirm something.

After a while, Osamu Dazai nodded and said, "If you think it through yourself, then I have nothing to disagree with."

"Of course, isn't this what you expected?" Hojo Natsuki answered, "When I leave, there will be one less person who knows the secret of the 'book'. You leave the position of leader to Nakahara Chuya, and the book to you. The new double black you cultivated... you are also free, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai got up, took a bottle of red wine and two goblets from the cabinet, and sat down in front of the sofa. He poured some wine and shook it lightly to sober up.

"Sure enough, Xia Shu-kun is the person who understands me best." He put on a hypocritical mask again, and raised his glass high, "There seems to be nothing worth celebrating for us. It doesn't matter. Anyway, let's have a drink?"

"Okay." Hojo Natsuki also raised his glass symbolically, and lightly touched his glass, making a crisp sound.

He said casually: "Then respect us...you will take the blame?"

After clinking the glasses, he put them down without taking a sip, because in reality, Hojo Natsuki also has alcohol intolerance.

He returned to the villa, sat in the game cabin again, and restarted the suspended game again.

From California to Tokyo, the plane takes more than ten hours. Hojo Natsuki did not choose to speed up the time, but walked around the street slowly.

He saw the familiar coffee shop again. Two years later, the signature dessert was still the cake that was limited and not very tasty.

Under the open-air umbrella outside the store, several young and beautiful girls took pictures of cakes and coffee, talking and laughing with their companions.

Hojo Natsuki walked over to take a look, only to find that the cake was much larger than the small square he remembered. Thinking about it carefully, the section it was cut was not very flat.

Probably because Kurosawa Jin didn't want sick people to eat too much cake, so he manually divided out small portions.

Imagine TopKiller frowning at a piece of cake and thinking about how to do it, Hojo Natsuki couldn't help laughing.

There are not many examples that I can think of at the moment, but Kurosawa must have done a lot of this kind of thing.

He never said a redundant word, but his preference was impenetrable in every little thing.

Thinking about it carefully, I have published a cruel killer like "I can't remember the face of the person I killed", but for myself, the memory is actually quite good.

Knowing that American style needs to be served with ice, and that he can't drink wine, he will also miss the things he often talks about and wants.

Hojo Natsuki walked around the streets, taking into account the changes in the past two years, thinking that the economic development of this virtual world is quite fast.

He felt bored, so he went back quickly, guarding his old cell phone, for fear of missing the news from Kuize.

Gradually began to feel sleepy, and fell asleep on Kurosawa Jin's bed with his mobile phone in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again, only to be woken up by noises from the living room.

Hojo Natsuki rubbed his eyes, stood up with difficulty, and pushed the bedroom door open a crack.

And Kurosawa dropped the bag in his hand, turned his head to look at his position, and the light poured down from his head.

Xia Shu yawned and walked over with his mobile phone.

【I dreamt of you. 】He opened the memo and wrote,【You don't mean anything, I'm very angry. 】

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows and asked back, "When will my words count?"

Hojo Natsuki thought a lot, for example, at the very beginning, he broke his scalpel and made him rack his brains to earn gold coins.

For example, I said 'wait for me in Yokohama', but I didn't come.

But that was all in the past, he decided to discuss the facts and count the faults of Zhoume Kurosawa this week.

【You said you would buy me an iced Americano, but you brought me a hot one. 】

[You also promised not to shoot me. 】

【You change every day...】

Mr. Gin, the former TopKiller, has so many crimes that he can't write a memo.

Kurosawa watched him type quickly to accuse himself, and after a long time, he pulled his lips and smiled, and asked, "Then why do you like me?"

Hojo Natsuki stopped suddenly.

He thought, yeah, why?does it worth?

Obviously you can have everything smoothly, but you have to leave it behind and go to a future where life and death are uncertain.

Are you stupid?

For things like feelings, there is no compensation for losses, and the outcome is self-responsible for profits and losses.

It is heartbreaking at every turn, but why can it make people willingly fly moths to the flames?

Hojo Natsuki blinked and wrote slowly: 【Because you caught fireflies for me. 】

Probably because the intellect can accept advice, but the heart cannot.

And the balance of love, because there is no scale, so profit and loss are not counted.

Kurosawa stared at that sentence for a long time without making a sound, then went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer.

He opened it, took a shallow sip, and asked, "Oh... When are you leaving?"

——Will you come back?

Hojo Natsuki's fingertips began to tremble: [Leave immediately. 】

Kurosawa's eyelashes trembled, and he responded blankly.

And Xia Shu was once again surrounded by a devastating sense of suffocation. He knew that he was going to hurt this person again, and his heart throbbed.

He wrote: [I come to say goodbye to you. 】

Kurosawa opened his lips, as if he wanted to ask about the date of return, but suddenly realized something from those few emotionless words, tightened his fingers, and the can made an unbearable crisp sound.

He closed his eyes and wrote the last sentence with difficulty: [Kurozawa, I will not come back again. 】