A simple script is not desirable, a complicated script is not desirable, and a script that can be fully explained in one go is also not desirable.

It should give people some room for imagination, but also leave some room for maneuver.

Finally, the final right of interpretation must belong to me!

The first step is to establish the concept!

"Dad, don't be so fierce. I'm scared." I blinked. Just by looking at this face, it was enough to make people believe it.

If they look so alike, they must be either identical twins or father and son from the anime, right?

Chuuya’s expression was blank for a moment, and it was even more distorted than when I called Zaizi daddy, “…You, called me?!”

I nodded.

This identity is the easiest to gain Zhongye's trust.

"Hey - didn't you just call me 'Taizai-sama'?" The butcher is never late to make trouble.

But doesn't he realize that he has completely put himself in the position of my "daddy"?

And this time, I was ready to deal with it.

"You are of course the Lord Dazai," I glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm, "You are the leader, so naturally everything you say is right."

"Leader?!" Chuuya glared at me, as if he wanted to confirm whether I was lying, but when his eyes fell on Zaizi himself, he felt that this was entirely possible.

Even the butcher, who originally only trusted me a little, began to doubt me.

Because he really considered becoming the leader of the Hong Kong underworld. Moreover, in the if line that they didn't know about, Zaizi did become the leader - no matter what the reason was, no matter what process he went through.

Chuuya reached out his hand to stop Zaizi from talking, then raised his chin at me and said, "Go on."

I lowered my eyes, choosing my words carefully.

The second step is to bring in an objective third party to add credibility to your own words.

"I heard from Aunt Hongye that when Dazai was young, he was a big scumbag. He abandoned his family and children for the 'wild man' outside..."

I took a tentative look at Zaizi, but saw that his whole face - no, his whole person - was distorted.

Even he began to doubt himself - even if it was just a little bit of doubt, it was enough for me and for him.

The third step is to create an ignorant living environment for yourself so as to stop the conversation before any loopholes arise.

"Dad never lets me ask too many questions."

Chuuya and I made eye contact, and I could sense recognition from his violently trembling pupils.

Since entering, under a series of shocks, Chuuya's worldview has been somewhat shaken, and his psychological defenses have gradually loosened. He carefully thought about the possibility that if Zaizi had not betrayed the Hong Kong Black at that time, what would have happened next.

I have never given a complete story, but just a few key time and event points are more tempting than a complete script. Because the person who reads this story will identify himself based on this subtle information, and all the logical contents are deduced by himself. He himself is the biggest protagonist of the script, so for him, this is the most convincing script.

The redness on Chuuya's face faded, and I even felt that he turned pale in shock at his own thoughts.

Even the feet that were pressing on the pillow's face lost their original strength and fell to the ground.

It can be seen that he was almost degraded from the original picture by these continuous blows.

My goal has been achieved.

In Yokohama, where mystery tellers are everywhere, how could I possibly make the once famous Double Black completely believe my lies on the first meeting?

It is enough for me to plant such a seed in their hearts.

The impact was so great that it went beyond embarrassment, and the atmosphere eased instead.

The pillow was thrown aside. Zaizi and I looked at each other, rubbed our numb legs, and then changed our positions and sat on the bed.

"Then... why are you here now?" Chuuya loosened his bow tie and threw his coat on the table.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "I don't know either - I think everything is Dazai-sama's will."

As long as the blame falls on the butcher, everyone will believe it.

"…The question now is, do you want to continue living here?" Zaizi said, quickly changing the subject, "It's only a matter of time before Mr. Mori discovers something unusual."

Of course I knew that, but I wasn't afraid. I had originally planned to go to Mr. Mori's place for some free food and drinks.

"It's dangerous for you to join any organization here, let alone the Port Mafia." Zaizi suddenly came over and put his right hand on my right shoulder. "Chuuya should also understand... He is 'dangerous'."

Am I dangerous?

Chuuya nodded, looked at me seriously and said, "I found it as soon as I came in."

???

Something you discovered as soon as you came in?

Is it my business that I am your biological son?

And please be clear, am I dangerous, or is my existence dangerous?

I'm very scared.

"Since we agree on this, why don't we discuss where to hide him?" Zaizi leaned on me, and with my body as a shield, he slid his left hand down my back and lifted my clothes...

Don't get me wrong, he wanted to take advantage of my inability to act to get the notebook back.

I really didn't dare to move, for fear of revealing any clues and letting Chuuya notice.

But Zaizi had overlooked one point. Although I didn't want to move mentally and rationally, I couldn't suppress the physiological itchy reaction.

Especially when Zaizi's cold fingers touched my skin, my stress reaction was completely out of control.

“Ouch!”

I couldn't help but scream, and my whole body seemed to be electrocuted. I fell forward with half of my body on the ground.

It's nothing.

My sudden attack caught Zaizi off guard, and the notebook stuck on my waist missed his hand and flew out because of my excessive movement.

Because Chuuya was sitting in front of me, and I had my hands on his feet, the book that suddenly flew out naturally attracted his attention. What was the first reaction of a Hong Kong black martial arts master and a top-level person when he saw something flying straight at his face?

Of course he grabbed the notebook with his backhand.

Zaizi and I should have had exactly the same psychological activity at this moment - Oh no, it's over!

It's impossible for two rookies like me and Zai Zi to snatch it from it by force.

"What is this?"

I quickly huddled back into the big bed and covered my face with my hands, just wanting to reduce my presence.

“Let’s go, let’s go—” Zaizi jumped up from the bed and waved his fingers in front of Chuuya’s eyes, blocking his vision for a bit. “My wallet was thrown into the river this morning. I don’t have any money to support Chuuya’s son.”

“Ha——” Chuuya said with a look of disgust, “I didn’t count on you in the first place.”

He flirted with Chuuya so that he could leave smoothly and let me bear it alone.

Impossible, does not exist!

I quickly put one foot on the ground and hugged Zaizi's arm with one hand, "Dazai-sama, didn't you say something to your father just now?"

"Is there...?" Zaizi's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head to meet my eyes.

I - you are now in the same boat with me, so hurry up and find a solution!

Zaizi - if you want to kill yourself, do it on your own, don't drag me into it.

I - it's all your fault!

Zaizi - Who knew you would suddenly jump up?

Me - who told you to do anything tricky!

"Hey, what are you two suddenly going crazy about? Do you think I'm blind?" Chuuya frowned, watching the two of us flirting with each other, and finally realized that something was wrong.

Although he is not so smart as to be a demon, he is an indispensable part of the Hong Kong underworld. Not only is he the ceiling in terms of martial arts, but his intelligence is also far beyond that of ordinary people.

Especially when it comes to strategies for counter-attacks, he always has a surprising inspiration - it can also be said to be a habitual memory after being persecuted too much.

He realized that there was something between the two of us that we didn't want him to know. And my actions clearly showed that I wanted to drag Zai into the water. This also proved that Zaizi was deliberately misleading his attention.

And just now, only one thing happened.

Chuuya's gaze finally shifted to the sinful notebook.