Chapter 63

Gin's mood was very complicated.

Rather than doing the same task at any time, the boss meant to prioritize Yayoi's safety. Although I had to go find her immediately, it wasn't difficult to find Yayoi.

Wearing a locator on your body is too outdated. The thing Gin used to confirm Yayo's location was his mobile phone.

A heavy phone addict like Yashi would not throw away his phone even if he lost it. However, out of a need to respect privacy, this location is not accurate. We can only know the approximate location, which is still convenient to find later.

Gin brought Bourbon to the vicinity of the location, and when he was about to look for it, Yayoi took the initiative to find him, which made Gin feel very good, especially with such an affectionate attitude at the beginning.

Gin reached out and lifted his chin. The boy's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were sparkling and moist. He looked at him with confusion and a bit of doubt. He looked harmless and easy to control.

The body temperature is also higher than usual, and the temperature can be felt through the clothes, making people feel very hot.

But what did the man following closely behind him just say?

Gin paused with his hand that was touching Yashiro's hair, and wanted to grab him by the collar and pick him up to scold him.

Then, there was a sudden turn of events. Yayoi hugged him and acted coquettishly for the first time in a long time, which calmed him down and even produced a subtle sense of pleasure.

"Let's go, let's go back." Gin put his arm around his shoulders. Yayoi seemed particularly clingy today, but Gin didn't care. Instead, he liked his obedient and docile appearance.

How should I put it? Even if Yayoi pretends to be very good, Gin knows that he is definitely not the type without his own opinion. It is precisely because he knows what he wants so well that he knows that there is no need to fight for many things. He will compromise when it is time to compromise. This is a personality that is very suitable for being a superior.

If it weren't for his identity, Gin would have thought that the boss kept him as his successor.

Gin glanced coldly at the young man standing there and sneered, Brother?

Gin pushed down the brim of his hat. He felt good that he found Yayo without much effort. He brought Yayo to his side and simply ignored Kenji Hagiwara who was standing beside him, intending to leave directly.

Naturally, Hagiwara Kenji couldn't let him go. He frowned and said in a natural tone, "Excuse me, sir, this child is mine."

The man in black gave him a cold look, the ink under his hat

There was no emotion in his green eyes, as if he was just an insignificant bug that the man could easily crush to death with just two fingers.

His color is the same as Yashiro's, but the temperature is at least forty degrees different. His expression is cold and fierce, as if he has killed many people.

In this case, I can't let go.

As if he didn't sense Gin's dangerous aura, Hagiwara Kenji narrowed his eyes and said, "Really, or we can call the police to handle this matter."

When Gin heard the ridiculous words, he grinned in a mocking smile. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a weight in his hand. Yayo leaned in his arms as if she had lost consciousness.

"Amuro." Gin looked at Yayo who closed her eyes with a cold face and called someone's name.

The blond young man who had been hiding in the dark just now appeared at this time. He showed a cold look and walked towards Kenji Hagiwara.

Gin felt relieved to leave the follow-up matters to Bourbon. He leaned over slightly, picked up Yayoi, and turned away without any reluctance.

Kenji Hagiwara's heart sank, and looking at the completely unfamiliar expression of the blond young man, his lips trembled slightly.

"drop……"

"Don't follow us anymore, Mr. Officer." The blond man was wearing a black windbreaker, with a not-so-polite, mocking smile on his face. He lowered his voice and threatened the "stranger" in front of him, "That's it."

Hagiwara Kenji's mind had never been so clear. His purple eyes flashed with an unfathomable and complex light. He pursed his lips tightly and stared at the blond man as if he were an enemy.

The blond man turned his mouth downwards, turned around and left without any reluctance, gradually merging into the darkness.

Hagiwara Kenji turned around in a huff, and when he was out of sight of anyone, he revealed a worried look and whispered, "Zero..."

…

Fūya Rei felt as if he had eaten rotten fruit. His mouth felt bitter and he even felt nauseous in his heart.

Just now, when he saw Hagiwara Kenji, he subconsciously hid himself. He had not contacted them since graduation. Not only because he was now an undercover agent in the organization and was worried about bringing misfortune to his friends, but also because of his current appearance, it would be a bit uncomfortable to see them again.

Even if he didn't want to, he had seen the darkness.

Fūya Rei was a step behind when he arrived at his car. He was not sure what he was thinking.

There was no emotion on his face anymore, he even put on a smile and opened the car door.

In the passenger seat was Gin, who was only wearing a turtleneck sweater, with his hands folded across his chest, seemingly waiting impatiently for him to come back. Yayo was lying in the back seat of the car, covered with Gin's windbreaker, her face was also covered, and her body was only slightly moving up and down.

Gin gave an address and Furuya Rei drove away efficiently.

He couldn't tell whether Gin trusted him or not. This address was something that Furiya Rei had never heard of before, and it should be Gin's new safe house.

Although he said he didn't trust them, Gin was willing to tell them the location of the safe house. Although it was for their convenience in picking up and dropping off Yayoi, it was likely that Gin would also live there.

But when it comes to trust, Rei Furuya really doesn't feel any at all.

Without giving it much thought, Fūya Rei sent them to that address.

Gin picked up the sleeping Yayo and got out of the car. Furiya Rei watched their figures disappear from his sight, his hands on the steering wheel, and exhaled a breath.

There was no need to worry about Yashiro's safety, even though that person was Gin, there was really no need to worry. Although he was reluctant to admit it, if anything unexpected happened, he would be safer around Gin than by his own side.

Hiro... When will Hiro come back?

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When Yashi opened his eyes, the midday sun shone in from the window, casting shadows of the window panes on the floor and bedding, and even a ray of light and shadow fell right on his eyes.

Yashiro raised her arms to block the light. She didn't know how long she had slept, but she still felt very sleepy. She even had a headache. Her body felt weak and limp, as if it had been run over by a truck.

Even though he knew it was impossible—after all, his ability was to heal himself automatically, and even if someone had stabbed him with a knife the night before, he should have recovered by now—Yashi still raised his hand and moved his fingers to make sure that his body could still move.

The headache becomes more pronounced when I move a little, just like I'm drunk...

etc,

Yashiro sat up instantly, but his violent movements made his already uncomfortable body from being hungover even more uncomfortable, and there was a stinging pain in his temples, so he pressed hard twice with his knuckles.

But Yashi was in no mood to take care of his body right now. He started recalling the Penguin King Park, which left the most profound impression on him yesterday, and continued recalling until he blacked out.

As he recalled, his face became paler and paler.

Finally, he lay on the bed with a desperate expression——

Drinking will cause trouble!

"Why did you make me remember..."

The young man slowly closed his eyes, his pale and delicate face was full of pain, his raven-feather-like black hair scattered on the bed, giving off a sickly, sad and broken feeling.

In fact, it was because he felt that he knew everything after getting drunk that he once again mistook Gin for Chiaki because of her long hair, and he even hugged her and talked to her in a gossipy way that made him recall the past.

When he gets back, he will force Qian Huang to dye that thing green!

Woohoo Chiaki...

Oh, my headache.

Even though it was just a small cup, the side effects were more uncomfortable than staying up late for a week. Yashi even felt a dull pain in his stomach when he thought about what he had done.

As for why he would do such a shameless OOC thing when he mistakenly recognized Chihiro, doesn't everyone like to sell swords to their good friends!

For example, when the other person is walking on the street, you suddenly rush over from behind and hug him to scare him, or after the other person has watched a horror movie, you secretly change his incoming call ringtone to the ringtone in the movie...

Even before, when he had to disguise himself for some reason and was forced to dress up as a girl, he was particularly interested in holding Qian Huang's arm and asked in front of strangers on the subway: "Brother, this is the third time we have gone to the hospital. Can we leave our baby here this time? Although I know that my sister is waiting for you at home, I will definitely not disturb you..."

Qian Huang had long been accustomed to his pranks. Facing the condemning gazes of the people in the car, he touched Yashi's head indifferently and said calmly: "Be good, let's give birth to the baby. I will divorce her when I go back."

…

So the main fault of this matter was that Qian Huang never stopped his behavior, which led to him becoming complacent for a while.

Let me just forget it.

Yashi buried her head in the quilt again. At this time, someone knocked on the door of the room twice. Yashi answered, but she didn't have the strength to get up and open the door.

However, the visitor was obviously not a person who stuck to the rules. He opened the door and walked in. Seeing Yayoi lying under the quilt, he reached out a hand and pulled him out.

He made Yashiro sit on the edge of the bed. She looked a little weak, with her eyes downcast and staring at the floor.

"How much did you drink?" Gin asked coldly, and straightened up Yashiro who was about to fall again.

"Half a cup." Yashiro recalled

Because he was young, only a little alcohol was poured into the cup, but who could have thought that his body would react so strongly to the alcohol?

In the past, I would always be very careful to avoid even the chocolate with liquor filling, but I was really careless.

"Vodka?"

"……beer."

The vodka that Gin was talking about is certainly not the vodka that thinks she is his mommy. According to the context, it must be referring to strong liquor. It is understandable that people with poor alcohol tolerance cannot get used to it.

"Tsk." Gin made a disdainful sound, and then said in a brotherly manner, "Don't drink anymore in the future."

Yayoi responded weakly.

He said a lot of things in front of Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara yesterday, saying everything he should and shouldn't have said.

Fortunately, although he was unconscious at the time, the setting was still very complete. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange place and subconsciously began to look for Chihiro. Then Matsuda Jinpei began to act with him, and Yayoi also recognized their faces. He thought he had just traveled to this world.

And he thought he was very considerate, acting with Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara...but in the end, they were the ones playing with him!

Fortunately, apart from that chat, he didn't say anything extra to Gin and fell asleep, otherwise he would probably be in the organization's interrogation room now.

Perhaps because he looked too bad, Gin didn't say anything more. He let him have a good rest and left.

Yashiro heard the sound of a car starting, probably it had already left.

Although he was not feeling well, Yashi still struggled to get up and prepare to take a shower. It must have been Gin who brought him back yesterday. He had done his best to change his pajamas, but of course he could not help him take a shower. Maybe it was a psychological effect, Yashi still smelled of alcohol.

Finally lying in the bathtub, the hot water gently surrounded him, and Yashiro felt finally relaxed.

The hot water dispelled some of the fatigue and the headache finally eased a little.

There is always a trade-off. Yashi has a very powerful healing power, but he can only heal external injuries, including himself. At the same time, his body's resistance to drugs is also very strong. If he catches a cold or a fever, he can basically only rely on himself to get through it. Fortunately, his health has always been very good and he rarely gets sick.

So if he felt physically unwell after a night out, he could only try his best to relieve the discomfort.

He even fell asleep in the bathtub, but luckily he was prepared and set the alarm in advance, so he woke up almost soon after he closed his eyes.

After the water had cooled down, Yashi reluctantly got up. Drinking really messes things up. Not only does it make you say the wrong things and do the wrong things, but now he feels limp and has no strength at all.

In short, we must be more careful in the future, and no one can relax. It was because he thought too much yesterday that he accidentally drank the alcoholic beverage.

He blow-dried his hair and planned to go back to sleep. If he couldn't sleep, he could watch "Wheel of Fortune", which would definitely make him fall asleep.

Yayoi walked past someone without even glancing at him.

Someone in a black suit, a coat draped over his shoulders, and a bandage on his face.

Yashiro paused.

He turned around, and Dazai Osamu smiled at him with his eyes bent, "Hi."

Gin, I moved for nothing.

Perhaps the temperature in the bathroom was too high, which made Yashi's reaction a little slow. This was the only sentence left in his mind.

*

"Why are you here, Dazai?" Although Yayo's headache was relieved, when she saw Dazai Osamu, another kind of headache that did not show up physically appeared.

Talking to Dazai takes a lot of energy and is an instinctive reaction. When Yayo saw him, she immediately thought of Wei Laine, whom she met two days ago, and the phone call with Dazai Osamu.

In the original work, Dazai Osamu gave the information of the Flag Society to Verlaine, and this time it might be that he gave his own information to Verlaine.

It's just that the motive seems different, Dazai seems to be very sure that Weilun will not kill him.

"I suddenly wanted to see you, so I came." Dazai Osamu said gently, his iris-colored eyes looking at Yayo quietly, his tone lingering and lingering, as if they had some shameful secret relationship.

"But I'm not feeling well today." Yashiro sighed and smoothed the hair around her ears with her fingers.

He always braided that small strand of hair. Even though it was now loose, it still had a fixed curvature and felt different from other hair.

Dazai Osamu took his hand and led him to sit on the sofa nearby. He stretched out his hand to rub his temples and laughed: "Actually, I want to ask Yashiro-kun for help with something, but since you are not feeling well..."

"You say." Yashiro reached out and pulled down his hand. He didn't find it particularly strange that Dazai Osamu was so attentive. After all, Dazai Osamu was just that kind of person.

Sometimes he will be nice to you and make you feel that you are being treated very well by him, but at other times he will sell your information to killers from Europe. He is very ruthless.

But these

It was just a matter of getting along. Yashi felt that what the other party had done to help him was more important. After all, Wei Erlaine miraculously became his chef - he didn't even know what happened.

And even if Dazai Osamu had done nothing, Yayoi would not ignore it after he brought it up.

When Dazai Osamu saw that he agreed, he was not as happy as he had imagined. Instead, he sighed sadly and said to him, "I actually hope you will reject me..."

"Then... I refuse?" Yashi asked tentatively.

"That means you didn't refuse." Dazai Osamu had a frustrated look on his face, but he smiled again when he looked up at Yayoi, "Then you should agree to it. At least I can stay with you for a while longer."

…

What Dazai Osamu asked him to do was actually very simple, which was to pretend to be the leader of the port mafia and be escorted by him to a dinner party.

This is a very important dinner, held once a year. All respectable Japanese underworld organizations will come to participate. Even those who are involved in the underworld need to communicate. Whether it is official trends, future developments, or whether there will be any cooperation, they will all be discussed at this dinner.

The current leader of the Port Mafia, Mori Ogai, was once the doctor of the previous leader, but he secretly killed the previous leader and became the leader himself.

At this moment, there were sudden rumors that the previous leader had left behind a child. Compared with the ghost of the previous leader last year, having an heir was easier to accept. Many supporters of the previous leader publicly stated that they were more in favor of the young master taking office.

The previous leader's child was still alive, so it was impossible for Mori Ogai to have such a mistake. However, this child who slipped through the net was secretly raised by the previous leader's confidant and was trained completely according to the leader's specifications. Even the previous leader himself didn't know this.

After all, he was secretly cooperating with the organization, providing a large amount of funds to the organization every year, in the hope that they could develop a drug that could grant immortality as soon as possible, so that he could be the tyrant of Yokohama for a hundred years or two hundred years.

But this matter was a secret after all, and the confidant couldn't bear to kill the leader's bloodline again, because according to the leader's age, it would be really difficult for him to give birth to a healthy child.

The previous generation decided to secretly find the young master and announce his identity at this important banquet, thereby driving Mori Ogai off the leader's seat, which was equivalent to embarrassing himself in front of the entire underworld.

Although this is embarrassing, as subordinates of the previous leader, they are not taken seriously by Mori Ogai, and they are reluctant to give up their previous power, so naturally they hope to push their own puppet up.

But compared to them, it is still Sen

Ougai was one step ahead. He found the young master first and is now visiting him in the office of the Port Mafia.

The mission of Mori Ogai is to find a fake one and announce at the important dinner tonight that he will not get involved in the Mafia disputes and will entrust full authority to Mori Ogai.

After all, the real young master himself was unwilling to cooperate, and Mori Ogai didn't want to gamble on this matter.

It was also very important to find someone to act in the role. They had to be absolutely reliable. The real young master was only found this morning, so it was not easy to find an actor who would not let down his team and was trustworthy. Moreover, being raised as a leader, the necessary temperament was absolutely indispensable, which was something that ordinary actors could not achieve.

Dazai Osamu found Yayoi who had nothing to do with the incident. He and Nakahara Chuuya are of the same age, but both are familiar faces. Originally, Mori Ogai wanted Dazai Osamu to play this role. After all, Dazai Osamu was picked up by Mori Ogai, and everyone knew it. If Mori Ogai became the confidant who was entrusted with the orphan, he would be more legitimate.

It's just that Dazai Osamu didn't want to do it, and Mori Ogai couldn't force him, so he could only ask him to find a suitable candidate.

A wish of this magnitude could be easily fulfilled, and Yashiro agreed without any hindrance.

So Dazai Osamu took him to the mall, and the first step of disguise was clothing.

Yashiro didn't care much about what to wear. He used to buy things with Chihiro, and their clothes were mixed together. They would just wear whatever they got. Later, Chihiro grew taller, and they couldn't mix clothes except for coats. But Yashiro also had someone send him clothes at that time. He didn't even need to think about what to wear today. They were all matched and sent to his room.

Then he came to this world, and basically wore whatever he had, never being picky. Vodka had a pretty good taste in clothes, although they all looked a bit dark and second-rate to him.

Dazai Osamu took him straight to the front of a luxury store. It would have been best if things like dresses were tailor-made, but it was too late now, so they could only choose ready-made clothes.

Fortunately, Yashiro has a standard figure. Even though she is thinner than the average person, it is better than not being able to fit into the clothes.

Yayo didn't get a chance to say anything. Dazai Osamu walked around the store and the salesgirl followed him.

"This, this, this, and those few over there, take them all down." Dazai Osamu said. The salesgirl reacted extremely quickly, even faster than some of his men.

A small mountain soon piled up in front of Yashi. He suddenly sighed and for the first time felt

It would be better if I rejected Dazai Osamu.

There are not only formal wear, but also many other clothes, all of which are mainly warm and light colors, which are two extremes from the choice of vodka. Even the formal wear to be worn at night is a white suit.

As if there was some purpose.

"Forget about anything else, I'll just try this." Yayoi picked up the white suit that Dazai Osamu had chosen at first and walked into the dressing room.

This was not the first time that Yashiro wore formal clothes. Although he did not like the feeling of being constrained by formal clothes, it was better than that exaggerated dress. As the leader of the camp, he often had to appear in front of the public. It was okay for normal occasions, but there were also requirements for his clothing for slightly more formal occasions.

Yayo had only tried on the dress that was inherited by the camp leader once at the beginning. After that time, he didn't want to wear it again. He didn't expect that the world here had made this dress into a figurine. It was the one he and Akai Shuichi saw when the mall opened that day.

It is indeed beautiful, but Yashiro thinks that the six-year-old him might like it. For the sixteen-year-old him, the clothes are a bit too childish.

He recalled changing his clothes and walking out of the locker room.

When he put on the formal suit, he straightened his back unconsciously. This was probably some kind of instinctive reaction to show his demeanor as a leader.

The color white really suits Yashiro, and this suit doesn't look out of place on him at all, as if it was tailor-made for him. The contrasting black shirt makes the white color even more vivid, and he looks like someone who is always in a high position.

Dazai Osamu smiled as soon as he saw him, and his tense face finally relaxed after entering the store: "It looks good, let's take this one."

Yayo was about to go in and change, but Dazai stopped him, grabbed his wrist and left the store. Immediately, a man in a black suit and sunglasses went in to pay the bill, and then left with a pile of packed clothes.

It seems to be the ones that Dazai Osamu just chose.

When asked, Dazai Osamu acted extremely innocent and said, "Since Yayoi-kun refused to try them on, I bought them all. Take them all with you when you go back. Next time you meet me, you have to wear the ones I gave you. The black ones don't suit you at all."

"I thought I could handle any color..." Yashi was stunned for a few seconds after hearing his words, and said with mixed feelings.

"Pfft." Dazai Osamu covered his mouth and pushed Yayoi into a beauty shop, saying seriously, "Indeed, she can handle any color."

Dazai Osamu naturally does not

He might have been sent here for some skin care. Several pretty shop assistants looked around him for a few times. Their actions and looks were very professional. Then they immediately took action.

When Yashiro came out, his hair had been styled in a new way. Most of his hair was combed up, revealing his forehead, leaving only the loose hair on the right side. His braid was not removed, but a new hair accessory was pinned on top.

Anyway, it is no longer possible to tell that he is Saitaka Yayoi based on his hairstyle. Even someone familiar with him would need a few seconds to react.

Dazai Osamu was quite satisfied with his work. He placed his right hand on his left chest, bowed slightly towards him, and said with a smile: "Chief, we can leave now."

According to the setting, he is the successor to the leader, and it is not wrong for Dazai Osamu to call him that, if we look at it from the perspective of the predecessors.

Yashiro raised his chin slightly, revealing his forehead, which made his face look more delicate. He nodded slightly to Dazai Osamu and showed his more skilled smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Osamu."

Dazai Osamu's smile deepened.

They arrived at the car that had been waiting for them outside. Dazai Osamu was about to open the car door for him, but the door opened from the inside.

A ochre-haired young man in dark formal attire walked out and smiled at Yayoi, as if he didn't see Dazai Osamu: "Please come in, I will protect you every step of the way."!