Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Thank you, kind sir

5

Mo Shiyu dragged the two men to the abandoned warehouse nearby. After making sure that they would not affect the cityscape, he took out the documents in their arms, checked them, and stuffed them into the bag he was carrying.

After briefly dealing with the scene, he looked around guiltily, turned around and ran away.

Hurry up, hurry up, before the port mafia reacts!

However, the next second, he suddenly noticed something, squatted down suddenly, and supported the ground with his palms.

There was the vibration of footsteps in the distance, gradually approaching.

The footsteps were extremely light and quiet. The other party should be a martial artist, but he was not heavy and not tall.

The direction of the footsteps was exactly in the direction of his planned escape route. Mo Shiyu cursed inwardly, stopped decisively, looked back, and his eyes were fixed on a warehouse about ten meters away, with the door locked but the windows half open.

Maybe the administrator forgot to check when he got off work and missed this window, which was just right for temporary hiding.

Surrounded by a dense curtain of rain, Mo Shiyu exerted force with his feet, pushed against the wall for leverage, grabbed the edge of the window with both hands, supported his body with his upper arms, and like a flexible gymnast, silently flipped over and entered the second-story window.

After entering, he immediately closed the window and tried his best to curl up under the window.

After all these actions, about 8 seconds had passed.

Mo Shiyu wanted to make sure that the body would not be discovered until he left Yokohama.

He deliberately waited until the two informants had contacted the port mafia before killing them, so that the port mafia would not realize anything was wrong until later.

Mo Shiyu is not like the others in the organization. He does not know how terrifying the Port Mafia is and only treats them as ordinary local tyrants.

But Mo Shiyu knew clearly that no matter how cautious he was in dealing with this organization, it would never be too much.

Regardless of whether the footsteps belong to the port mafia or not, he cannot be allowed to get close to here.

Let's use Plan B.

——

Zhongyuan Chuye held the brim of his hat, raised his chin silently, and looked at the gloomy sky. The rain was not too heavy, but it kept falling intermittently.

"Damn weather."

He complained.

There was no other reason why Zhongyuan Zhongye went out late at night. He had just returned from a business trip and had no other work, so he was alone at home, drank and got drunk, and was in a bit of a bad mood.

The cadres who are not good at drinking tend to cause trouble when they are drunk.

Generally speaking, in such a dirty corner as the port, there must be some sneaky guys who deserve a beating.

It’s a good opportunity to take advantage of the heavy rain to give the port a deep clean.

Unfortunately, after looking around, Nakahara Chuuya only saw a few people from their organization gathered in one place, seemingly doing some kind of support mission.

The drunk but still rational and protective cadre did not beat anyone he caught, but considerately changed direction and walked away.

The rain gradually got heavier, seeming to cover up most of the sounds and smells. At this moment, Nakahara Chuuya's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He smelled blood.

There was a very slight smell of blood, which must have been properly handled and was almost disappearing in the wind.

But he couldn't hide it.

The cadre glanced in a certain direction with his long, dark blue eyes, and smiled a bloodthirsty smile.

really.

Such dark and damp corners always give rise to trouble.

He turned smoothly and walked towards an alley, the windbreaker draped over his shoulders drawing an elegant arc in the rain.

As he walked forward, Nakahara Chuuya used his 1.5 eyesight to observe, especially looking around at the windows of some warehouses.

No one was seen.

It is impossible for the other party to discover him in advance, and the probability of him hiding is not high.

Most likely he left.

Of course, the possibility of reconnaissance abilities cannot be ruled out.

If this is the case, the other party is probably hiding in a warehouse and dares not move at all.

The cadre took a nonchalant step.

With the help of gravity, he could pull out the little mouse no matter where it was.

…

Mo Shiyu discovered that he had offended the most untouchable man in the whole world, no doubt about it.

Central Plains!

Although he had not read the original novel, Mo Shiyu remembered several of the most popular characters because he had been listening to other people's discussions. The pretty dwarf with a grumpy face and a hat under his nose was one of the best.

Why is he so unlucky?

Who the hell can run into Miss Nakahara as soon as he enters Yokohama?

It’s not the giant panda in the zoo. You can see it whenever you want. You can go there and see it!

If it were normal, it would be fine, Mo Shiyu might even be willing to secretly take a few more glances.

After all, the cadre is really good-looking and has a strong aura. The suit he wears looks really sexy, no, really domineering.

But now is not a good time!

Mo Shiyu's hands and body were covered in blood, and he was hiding in the corner of the warehouse. He looked like a suspicious person with something to hide!

If he doesn't do something, he will be punished on the spot!

Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth, and when Zhongyuan Zhongye passed by him, he controlled his body and moved slightly.

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly stopped.

In this narrow and dark alley, the air seemed to be stagnant.

The young man with semi-long orange hair slowly turned his head with a hint of disbelief.

At the entrance to the alley, there was a pile of garbage and wine bottles.

And next to this pile of garbage, there was a person shrinking.

Judging from his figure, he is a teenager.

He maintained a very insecure posture, burying his face in his knees.

The boy's head was covered with a ragged piece of white gauze, a large piece, transparent, pale white, embroidered with lace, very thin and light.

Some of them look like the veil a bride wears at her wedding.

The difference is, this veil has too many holes in it.

It felt like it had been torn apart violently, and there was no trace of blessing or happiness.

The tattered veil covered his entire back and the upper half of his face.

It should have been a woman's headdress, but it didn't look out of place on him. With his half-shoulder-length white hair and protruding shoulder blades, it gave him a morbid and inhuman charm.

It's a bit like the ghost bride wandering around in an abandoned church in a horror game.

Zhongyuan Zhongya could not see his eyes, only the veil covering his eyes. A few strands of pale hair were exposed, which seemed to be wet by the rain and stuck to his cheeks.

The tattered veil enveloped him, making him blend in with the trash around him.

In addition, his body was curled up very small, so it was difficult for ordinary people passing by to notice that there was a person hiding here.

But this only applies to ordinary people.

For Chuuya Nakahara, it was so close that it was only an arm's length away, but he had not even noticed that there was someone here.

This is an extremely incredible thing.

He hadn't even heard the other person's breathing, not until now - as if the person in front of him was a ghost.

Nakahara Chuuya's supernatural powers rose up almost immediately, and he became highly alert.

This is no ordinary homeless person!

What is that?!

In such a quiet and terrifying atmosphere, Mo Shiyu kept his head buried in his knees and spoke in a low voice.

"This gentleman..."

He raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of watery, lifeless eyes.

"terribly sorry……"

"You stepped on me, and I feel... a little pain."

——

Mo Shiyu used a vest.

[The Sleeping Beautiful Boy], his body is asleep, but his spirit can move freely.

While the vest attracted the attention of the cadres, Mo Shiyu's real body immediately jumped out of the warehouse, avoided surveillance, and fled quickly for his life outside Yokohama.

Thanks to his vest, although it is very deceptive, it is the only one that can help me buy time in this situation.

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head and found that the tip of his shoe had indeed touched a little of the veil that had fallen on the ground.

Strangely, he had no physical sense of stepping on anything.

It was as if this piece of gauze did not exist in reality at all.

Although extremely cautious, the cadre, who was essentially polite, chose to move away and then asked, "Who are you?"

"who I am……"

Mo Shiyu repeated it.

"I am, I am Sheyu."

"Thank you for your attention, kind sir... It's been a long time since anyone wanted to talk to me."

This guy has been unconscious for so long that his mouth has become a little clumsy.

Even Mo Shiyu's speech was a little stuttering.

Nakahara Chuuya frowned. There was something strange about this young man, but he did not sense any malice for the time being.

For this reason, Zhongyuan Zhong did not choose to attack directly, but tentatively adjusted the gravity of the ground under his feet.

The next second, except for the white-haired boy, everything else here moved towards him imperceptibly.

Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes slightly. He discovered a problem.

The boy was not affected by his supernatural powers.

In other words, does the person in front of me really exist?

Nakahara Chuuya reciprocated the greeting, first giving his name, and then saying, "What are you doing here? There was a bloody incident nearby just now. Did you see it?"

Mo Shiyu tilted his head, his voice sounded a little hollow, a little broken.

"A bloody case..."

"I don't know about any bloodshed... I'm just hiding from the rain here."

He lowered his head even lower. "Raining is so annoying. Please stop raining soon. I still need to find someone..."

Zhongyuan Chuye grasped the key words.

"Looking for someone?"

Mo Shiyu let his real body run away while controlling the vest and slowly nodded.

"I've been looking for it for a long, long time, but I haven't found it yet."

The white-haired boy in a veil curled himself up tighter, muttering in loss and despair.

"Not here, not there, not anywhere."

Nakahara Chuuya frowned. This young man had some logic, but not much. He could communicate normally, but it seemed that his mental state was not right.

It really seemed like no one had spoken to him in a long time.

"This person, is he important to you?"

"...very important." Mo Shiyu said in a low voice.

Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue, not paying any attention to the dirty garbage pile next to him. He just half-knelt down, letting the hem of his finely crafted windbreaker touch the dirty water on the ground.

He stared at the boy's eyes, which were buried in his knees with only a little bit of them showing, and spoke to him.

"Don't look so boring."

"If he's important enough to you, you'll find him one day, and he'll run to you at the same moment."

"So, put away that sad look. You don't want to look for him with that expression, do you?"

Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.

He had been acting according to his character until now, but he didn't expect the other party to react like this.

Obviously, to Chuuya Nakahara, he was just a stranger whose friend or foe was unclear.

Strange person.

He thought to himself.

To be honest, most of Mo Shiyu's previous impression of Zhongyuan Chuuya came from discussions with his classmates.

These discussions are very subjective, just like listening to fans talking about celebrities. Mo Shiyu always felt that it was not that exaggerated.

Now, I really saw the real person.

He then realized that those beautiful and precious compliments were indeed most appropriate for Zhongyuan Chuye.

Mo Shiyu looked at him and opened his mouth, "...Okay."

Nakahara Chuuya tutted in dissatisfaction, "No progress."