Why should I clean up

Port Mafia, second basement, torture group.

The moist air was mixed with the smell of blood, and in the chaos, a bloody tooth rolled to his feet.

Koyo Ozaki glanced down, and hung up the phone not too concerned.

"Chuya," she said, "Yuichi and Dazai are already on their way back."

boom.

The head of the man in Mirufiore's uniform hit the ground again, Nakahara let go, and when he stood up, the interrogation was finally over.

Koyo Ozaki laughed: "If Master Ogai hadn't ordered the whole matter to be kept secret from Yuichi, it would be a good choice for Yuichi to do it himself."

The child's torture method is between that of Chuya and Dazai. One second he gently squatted down and extended his hand to the traitor, but the next second he withdrew his smile and silently pushed people into hell.

Before Takigawa Yuichi joined the combat team, Koyo Ozaki had invited him to join the torture team—of course, he was politely rejected.

The boy sucked his red nose, and the corners of his eyes were choked up, saying that he couldn't get used to the smell here.

Zhong Yuan also frowned: "There is no need to let him know."

Blood was mixed into the pure black gloves, as Nakahara said, he took off the gloves with a gloomy face.

——Irie Masaichi.

This is the name given by the man who fell to the ground.

As the former commander of the Melonier base, Blancheso's former close friend and the main technical developer of Miru Fiore, Irie Masaichi took refuge in Pengo Lie a few days ago.

Of course Nakahara understood what it meant for Bai Lan, who had lost his left arm and right arm, to give this gift to Takikawa at this time.

Even if it is another world, no one wants to be killed by the companions who get along day and night.

"Having said that," Ozaki Koyo said, blinking his eyes leaking out of the fan, "If you don't remove the smell from your body, you will be exposed."

"..."

Zhong Yuan was also silent, he looked down at his messy clothes, and snorted for a while.

"I see."

The door of the interrogation room was closed, and after identity verification, the elevator stopped on this floor opened quickly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in front of the cadre lounge. He wanted to change his clothes before returning to the office to write a report, but when he opened the door, he met two pairs of familiar eyes.

"Hi." In the silence, Takigawa Yuichi who was sitting on the sofa raised his hand.

His body leaned back, and the bangs on his forehead drooped with gravity, revealing his smooth forehead.

Takigawa Yuu raised his eyes, and greeted enthusiastically: "Flying Chess is missing two, and Mr. Zhongyuan wants to join us?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...is there another one?"

"I can't find anyone, so I will open two." Takigawa Yuichi said with certainty.

But as soon as the words fell, a faint smell of blood drifted over with the air current.

Takigawa Yuichi said "Huh?", his gaze stayed on the coat on Nakahara Nakaya's shoulder for a moment, and he quickly sat up straight again.

"Forget it, this one belongs to you too, Dazai. Mr. Zhongyuan has just finished his torture work, so he should go take a bath."

Wait...why would Takigawa know!

Nakahara was also shocked, and subconsciously looked at Osamu Dazai, who was listlessly resting his chin.

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, indicating that he didn't mean it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth. If the port mafia hadn't clearly stipulated that members could not kill each other, he would have thrown this guy down the stairs by now.

However, looking at Takikawa's reaction, it seems that he only knows half of it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and his irritable mood calmed down a little.He took two steps closer, and quickly noticed the OK bandages that the boy had stuck to the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Yuan also frowned: "Are you injured again?"

Takigawa Yuichi fell into the sadness of his plane being shot down by Dazai, without raising his head: "Ah, it's just a scratch, it's not a big deal."

"The organization from last time did it." Dazai Osamu added slowly, "Yuyi was so angry that he was looking for people to fight everywhere in the amusement park."

"..." Obviously the other party took the initiative to come to the door,

Takigawa Yuichi turned his face to the side in displeasure: "Hey, why does it sound like I'm the one making trouble?"

The boy's hair draped over his shoulders swayed with the movement, the window screen in the distance was blown up by the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun slipped in, quickly dyeing the silvery white to red.

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze in place.

In that [another world] that only Nakahara has seen, Takigawa Yuichi is also like this.

He closed his eyes lightly, lying on the velvet carpet, with bright red blood under his body.

The blood spread bit by bit, soaking his long silver hair.

From a distance, it looks like a blooming flower.

【Takigawa from Another World】It was as quiet as if he was asleep—Nakahara would rather he was asleep.

But his experience as a mafia made him unable to convince himself.

The dry blood on the boy's face was mixed with tears, and his whole body was messed up.

"Central Plains-kun... Central Plains-kun!" Noticing the subtle expression changes of the people behind him, Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help raising his voice.

His voice was as usual, pulling the other party out of this painful memory.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes? If you don't have them, you can wear mine first."

Osamu Dazai was alert: "I have it too."

Nakahara Chuya, who didn't believe that this person would be so kind at all, narrowed his eyes.

"But it's okay to wear no clothes at all."

Dazai's voice fell, and his face was quickly pressed against the chessboard.

With a bang, the original arrangement was disrupted.

Yuichi Takigawa regretted, and silently picked up the plane that was shot down just now: "I won, and luck is also a part of success."

"What?" Dazai sat up and rubbed his face moaning, "If you're talking about luck, Yuichi isn't much better."

He had seen it all, before the person named Matsuda Jinpei opened something that Yuuichi handed over, Kimura got out of the car and said unceremoniously that he would leave immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the curly-haired policeman put his hand on Yuyi's shoulder, and told Yuyi something with a serious face and confused eyes.

It wasn't until the police car drove away and Osamu Dazai swayed over from a distance unhurriedly that Takigawa Yuichi finally came back to his senses.

The boy silently stuffed a box of Band-Aids into his pocket, expressing with a deadpan expression that he and Kimura were at odds.

Takigawa Yuichi choked at the thought of this.

He snorted coldly and put away the chips on the table: "Do it Mr. Zhongyuan, if you accidentally kill him, I will help you hide it from Mr. Sen."

Excessive.

Dazai laughed lightly.

He was not threatened by this sentence at all, and when he put one hand into his pocket, his fingertips touched the gauze that had fallen before.

"Don't change the subject, Yuichi."

The tree shadow cast from the window in the lounge swayed slightly.Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, and his tone was light and unpredictable.

"As far as I know, except for the one on your face, you haven't treated the wound properly for a long time."

Takigawa Yuichi's ability needs to be used close to him, which means that he will be injured more or less when he is on a mission.

Taking this factor into consideration, Koyo Ozaki once told the doctors in the Port Mafia to be on call at all times.

——But Takigawa Yuichi didn't go at all.

The few times I went there occasionally, they were all seriously injured or unconscious and were dragged in by Dazai.

Two condemning eyes cast over, Takigawa Yuu paused, suddenly felt a little itchy on the wound on his back that was randomly wrapped with a bandage.

"Why do you look at me like this?" He tried to argue, "Don't men just spit and wipe it off?"

Dazai said "Oh", "Those guys who died of sepsis said the same thing."

...sounds plausible.

Takigawa Yuichi carefully evaluated the pros and cons in his heart, and finally refused.

"No," he replied casually, "I'm not used to being touched by strangers."

"..."

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai looked at each other, as partners who didn't want to go on missions with each other, it was rare for them to have such a tacit understanding.

So at dusk, the originally quiet corridor of the Port Mafia became lively.

A black figure flashed past quickly.

Nakahara Chuya followed behind and gritted his teeth: "Takikawa! Come back to me! Why is a mafia so afraid of doctors!"

"I told you I'm not afraid!"

"Yuichi, there's no way over there."

boom--

The thick wall was pierced through, and Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, a little surprised: "Hey, it seems that I am really scared."

Takigawa Yuichi, who was fleeing, turned back angrily: "Shut up! I've already said that I'm not afraid anymore! ——Hey! Get out of the way!"

Such an order made the mafia guarding the gate with guns look at each other in blank dismay. Whether it was Takikawa in the front or Dazai and Chuya Nakahara in the back, they were the ones they couldn't afford to offend.

After hesitating, the elevator door dinged open.

Koyo Ozaki, who had just returned from the torture room, watched the scene in front of her and quickly understood what was going on.

"Youyi-kun." The woman opened her fan, closed her eyes and smiled lightly.

"..."

“[Golden Yaksha]”

No, why did this strange scene subtly coincide with the nightmare that had plagued him for a year?

Takikawa Yuu paused and thought for a while.

In the dream, he died at the age of 28, which means...

Fortunately, I can still live.

Takigawa Yuichi suddenly became full of confidence again. He tilted his head to avoid the golden Yaksha's attack, and as soon as he took a step into the elevator, red light enveloped his surroundings.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who couldn't catch anyone, simply fixed the elevator.

He stood in the distance with his chest folded. Although he didn't say anything, Takigawa Yuichi had already seen the red/naked/naked expression in his eyes, "Why don't you run away".

Oh, the damn gravity.

Takigawa Yuichi hasn't figured out a way to deal with Nakahara Chuya's ability until now.

Although theoretically, as long as he can touch the other party, his [Plunder] can be activated-but the life of Chuya Nakahara is obviously much more valuable than others. Judging from the price of doing so before, the result of the matter is likely to turn into his own kill yourself.

"Go and call the doctor." Ozaki Koye tilted his head and said to the stunned subordinates.

"Yes!"

Two mafias with guns ran away, Takigawa Yuichi stepped out of the elevator resignedly, looking a little depressed.

"What if the doctor is an undercover agent sent by a hostile organization." The young man analyzed seriously, "It's easy to be killed without a weapon and with your back turned."

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused.

...Is this the reason?

Dazai shook his head sadly: "As expected of a slug, he was persuaded so easily."

"Shut up." Nakahara Chuya's forehead popped a well, and his cobalt blue eyes were filled with anger, as if he could hammer Dazai into the ground in the next second.

But soon, such emotions were suppressed when he saw the teenager squatting and playing with his mobile phone.

Until now, he still didn't understand why his self in another world would attack Takikawa.

"Will not."

Shadows spilled down.

Takigawa Yuu looked up and found that Nakahara was also staring at him with lowered eyes.

A 16-year-old cadre candidate, the fearsome gravity of the port mafia solemnly promised.

"Before that happened—"

"Takikawa, I will kill them all."