Chapter 37 We are watching the stars in the sky

Can't go any higher.

With his baseball cap pulled low over his entire face, Amuro Toru hid in a blind spot of surveillance, his purple-gray eyes deep and sharp.

He looked at the elevator opposite, which was guarded by two burly men with machine guns. All the elevators below the 35th floor had no guards, but suddenly there was one here on the 35th floor.

It can only explain one situation.

This elevator pass-through point will be a very important place.

It could be the leader's location, or it could be a confidential data room.

Hearing the rhythmic sound of patrol footsteps behind him, Amuro Toru calmly reached out and pressed the door handle facing away from him, hiding inside the door as quickly as a cat, and closing the door without making any sound.

"Hey, welcome~"

Suddenly, a young man's clear and smiling voice came from behind.

Amuro Toru's heart tightened, and with less than a second to react, he quickly drew his gun and aimed it at the black-haired boy who was sitting leisurely on the sofa behind him.

Is that him? The guy in the photo Gin handed him called himself Hayana Kotori.

Having not been attacked for the time being, Toru Amuro quickly checked the situation inside the house. It was a room similar to a study, with dim light. The moonlight cast shadows through the window. Densely packed books were placed on the bookshelves around it, and in the middle was a red sofa chair and a round table.

It seems to be used for rest and relaxation.

His gaze scanned the surroundings, finally landing on a young man who was leisurely holding a piece of paper and folding something with a relaxed look on his face.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "You knew I would come, so you waited for me here?"

The white paper with densely written words was folded into a paper airplane in the boy's hands. Dazai Osamu smiled gently: "I was just taking a gamble. Now it seems that I won the gamble."

Although he talked about betting, Amuro Toru knew in his heart that his every move was probably seen by this young man when he first entered the building.

It's scary, his mind is so meticulous that it's frightening.

"This atmosphere is not suitable for joking." He said this with a twist of his lips.

At this moment, Toru Amuro was completely different from his usual gentle and kind self.

His body was as tense as a cheetah, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent at any time. His face was tense, and his purple-gray eyes were extremely sharp. That was the look of Bourbon from the Black Organization.

was discovered.

Falling into the hands of the port mafia is tantamount to death.

He just didn't understand why this young man had already discovered that he had sneaked in, but was waiting for him here without even any men to protect him.

"A person with superpowers?" he asked.

If the other party is a person with special abilities, the power of the gun in his hand will be greatly reduced.

"Yes." Dazai Osamu looked at the other person and said lazily: "It's a very interesting ability."

Seeing that the blond young man opposite him didn't put down his gun, he supported his head with one hand, his eyes were lazy, and his white and slender fingers were intertwined in his hair. The interweaving of black and white was particularly eye-catching.

"Want to try it?" he warned him.

Putting away the gun that was pointed at the other person's head, Amuro Toru stood up straight and asked directly: "What do you want from me?"

"Cooperation is mutually beneficial." Dazai Osamu was very interested.

In case it was a tentative trap, Amuro Toru said expressionlessly: "I will not betray any information of the organization."

"If the organization you mean is the public security department, then of course." Dazai Osamu said something that hit the other party's psychological defense line, and he noticed the sudden change of astonishment in the blond young man's eyes.

Denying it at this moment would have indicated a complete panic. Amuro Toru suppressed his heartbeat with all his might, unmoved by the other party's words. He simply sneered, "Do you think I'm sent by the Public Security Bureau?"

"Do I think it will work?" Dazai Osamu raised his eyes and looked at the other person quietly: "If Mr. Amuro doesn't admit it, this piece of paper in my hand will appear in the hands of your boss Gin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew the paper airplane in his hand towards Amuro Toru.

Catching the paper airplane with dense black writing on it, Amuro Toru opened it and saw what was inside. He frowned and became more tense than ever before.

This was the most tense moment he had ever experienced in his seven years of undercover work in the Black Organization!

Written on this piece of paper is his true identity.

I don’t know from which channel the other party got it, but it’s absolutely true!

His identity is a major secret and is not allowed to exist in computer files. It can only be kept absolutely confidential in handwritten files!

How could this person in front of me possibly get it?!

"Whether it's a computer or handwriting, there are loopholes. If you really want to protect your identity, you should destroy all the files that record your information and erase the memories of everyone who knows your identity. Only in this way can there be no loopholes." In the quiet room, the boy's calm voice was like Senluo Guisha.

When the blond youth looked over, he held his face with his hands and looked at him, saying with a hint of evil humor, "You don't want your identity to be discovered, do you?"

Tightening his grip on the paper, Amuro Toru asked, "Just wanting to cooperate for mutual benefit?"

What does he want to use him for?

Or what do you want to use the public security for?

Dazai Osamu stated his purpose: "I want to know the ultimate direction of the drugs being developed by the Black Organization."

The drugs that can prolong the life of terminally ill people have been eliminated, so what is the real direction of the Black Organization?

Dazai Osamu was very concerned about this.

Amuro Toru's tense body relaxed: "You've got the wrong person. With my current identity, I can't access the core secrets of the organization."

"Huh?" the young man sighed in disappointment. "It seems that even though we are all wine lovers, our status is different."

It seemed that he had no interest in him at all. Dazai Osamu waved his hand at him and said, "Then, take care."

Toru Amuro: "..."

"That's it?" He frowned.

He totally didn't believe that after the other party had gone to great lengths to investigate his true identity, they only asked him one question and then let him go.

"Maybe you can be of great use to others, but to me, you are no longer useful," said Dazai Osamu.

What he wanted was the core information of the Black Organization's drugs, but the police on the opposite side only knew the periphery of the Black Organization.

Maybe one day he will be useful in eliminating the Black Organization, but that will only happen after he understands the organization's drug research.

What is known now is that Mr. Mori will not allow such an organization to survive, so as to prevent it from causing harm to Yokohama in the future. Even though the other party has a life-extending drug, for Mr. Mori, it cannot compare to his desire to protect Yokohama.

Any existence that threatens Yokohama will be eradicated by the Port Mafia, and the Black Organization is no exception.

Well, it's useless for now.

Unable to tell whether the boy on the sofa was lying or not, Toru Amuro chose to turn around and leave.

When he reached the door, he loosened his hand on the doorknob and turned back: "How did you suspect my identity?"

…

I can't figure it out.

This was only the second time he had met this young man. The first time was in Yoshida-cho Shopping Street, they just stared at each other without even having a conversation.

In Yoshida-cho, just by looking at each other once, he knew that he had confirmed that he was a member of the Black Organization.

But what went wrong when his identity as a public security officer was suspected?

It was no surprise that the other party would ask this question. Seeing that their ultimate goal was the same, Dazai Osamu was kind enough to give an explanation: "The time when we captured [Owl] in Yoshida Town."

Amuro Toru turned around and said, "The deal between the Black Organization and Owl. My presence outside the cafe was tantamount to revealing my identity as a member of the Black Organization, but I never showed anything that could lead to suspicion of being a member of the Public Security Bureau."

"Really?" Dazai Osamu's face was serious, and he said slowly, "The person hiding in the dark by the sea is you, right?"

"It's strange. As soon as we revealed our identity as the Port Mafia, the Black Organization, which was only superficially based in Yokohama, should have ordered you to retreat in order to minimize losses, but you stayed there."

"It's not an order from a superior, it can only be your personal will."

"What kind of person would have such a will? To want to get information from the Port Mafia, which is a lose-lose situation for both sides?"

"How can you be sure that they will send me to investigate the intelligence?" asked Amuro Toru, his voice already as low as possible.

He clenched his hands at his side, never expecting that just a small movement could be so keenly noticed that there was something wrong with his identity.

"I used the name 'Kato Hayato Hayato' to meet with you for the trade negotiations," Dazai said. "There were three people who showed up that night. If you were the sniper on the fishing boat, the moment I mentioned your name, I would have reminded Gin to gain a higher level of trust, but nothing happened. Considering your appearance that day in Yoshida Town, I infer that you were the intelligence officer."

"Plus, I paid attention to Hayana when she met me at Beikacho in Tokyo a few days ago. Coincidentally, you were the clerk at that store. Is that why you were sitting with your back to Hayana in Yoshidacho?"

"There's no way an intelligence officer so close to Yokohama would assign a mission to you."

They're all traps!

Amuro Toru opened his eyes wide in shock. This was a rare instance of him losing his composure, but the boy opposite him made every move silently, testing him to the limit without making a sound.

I originally thought that Gin's suspicion and cruelty were difficult to deal with, but this person is even more dangerous than Gin!

He hasn't even shown any force, but he's already manipulating the Black Organization with his brain!

"Do you have any more questions?" The young man raised his eyes and met his gaze. With a somewhat arrogant attitude like a cat playing with a mouse, he said, "How did I get your real information?"

Standing there, Amuro Toru looked down at him and felt deeply that he was at an absolute disadvantage.

Before he could react, he had already lost all chances of turning the tables. I'm afraid the same will happen to Gin in the future.

Strangely, he felt a sense of anticipation.

"How did you get it?" he asked.

He really wanted to know.

The boy blinked, and all the deep, dark aura on his body disappeared, replaced by an innocent and childish willfulness: "It's a secret."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Amuro breathed a sigh of helplessness: "Then why did you let me ask."

"If I tell you everything, it will lose its mystery." He said this, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

In fact, Dazai Osamu personally took action and sneaked into the extremely hidden data room of the Public Security Headquarters through a high-level official with absolute authority in the Public Security Bureau. There, he found the public security file belonging to a person named Toru Amuro, whose real name was Rei Furuya.

He was surprised by the other party's identity.

I originally thought that his rank was not high, but I didn't expect that he was actually the head of the public security department.

"What is your real purpose?" Amuro Toru asked the last question very carefully.

The boy's smile faded, and he slowly stated his ultimate goal: "The port mafia's security is ironclad."

Amuro Toru asked: "Do you want to protect Miss Kotori?"

He must have his own purpose for using the name 'Kotori Hayana'.

Dazai Osamu looked at him and smiled without saying a word, refusing to answer the question.

Realizing that he had made another wrong inference, Toru Amuro pushed the door open and left the room.

A long distance away from the Port Mafia building, Toru Amuro looked up at the sky and was certain that the young man had the same goal as him.

Even though he didn't show it, he noticed it.

He wanted to squeeze out the Black Organization's usefulness as quickly as possible, and then - he was afraid it would lead to destruction.

The Port Mafia, an existence even more terrifying than the Black Organization, is just sleeping now. If it wakes up one day and wants to do something to this city or this country, it will be the beginning of a disaster.

Exhaling, Amuro Toru felt a heavy and depressed mood in his heart.

The whole person stood in front of the darkness, able to see and touch, but feeling helpless.

After finishing the matters at hand, he was one step closer to the Black Organization and making a deal with them. In a good mood, Dazai Osamu took out his cell phone and called Hayana Takanashi.

We haven’t seen each other since we separated for midnight snack last night. What is Hayana doing?

He thought in a good mood.

The phone was connected, and the girl's drunken, hoarse voice came: "Dazai?"

Hearing the strong sound of wind blowing through the phone, the boy's voice softened: "Haasana drank alone?"

"He was with Akutagawa. That guy was under a lot of pressure too, so he relaxed a bit." The cold wind made people's cheeks feel cold, and Hayana Takanashi was much more sober after being drunk.

She was wearing a men's coat and a hat on her head. The wind made her hair fly and the cold air made the tip of her nose a little red.

The calculation and deepness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a warm emotion. The boy softened and asked, "Where is Hayana now?"

"Me?" the voice on the phone murmured, its voice as sweet as honey. "I'm in the sky, looking at the stars."

"In mid-air?" Grasping the key point, the softness on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared completely.

"With Chuuya."

"I didn't expect that just by mentioning it, people would actually come up there to watch the stars."

Hayato Kotori looked up. Although it was still far away, it was much clearer than standing on the ground. There were bright stars above her head and a red light on the distant horizon. Looking down, there were endless lights.

The starry sky above and the starry sky below enveloped them, it was indescribably stunning and beautiful.

Noticing the hand around his neck tightening, Nakahara Chuuya, who was walking forward on the gravity stone, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hang up?" Hayana Takanashi was puzzled.

"Maybe the signal is bad." He continued walking forward with the person on his back, and Nakahara Chuuya reminded her like a child, "Hurry up and watch, we're going down soon."

“Hmm—”

In the dim room, the boy stared at his phone, the happiness on his face completely disappeared without a trace.