Parentage test.

Whose anime still uses this kind of thing to verify the parent-child relationship? Isn't it enough just to look alike?

Absurd, indeed it is.

I looked at Zaizi cautiously.

"Don't you want to open it and take a look?" he asked me.

Am I not worried?

If it is my own DNA, then it must have nothing to do with Zai Zi. If it is a character setting, then isn't it just the same DNA?

I have no idea about the process and principles of paternity testing, and I don't dare to explain any more.

I have to die sooner or later, so I hardened my heart and quickly turned the page.

The cover looks like a hard color print, but the actual content inside is just two thin sheets of paper.

I picked up the first one first. The name "Nakahara Chuuya" was written on the top line, followed by a long paragraph of text that I couldn't understand. At the end, only the number was particularly eye-catching - 99.9%.

? ——I slowly typed a question mark.

Although, my character is Zaizi. Even if I am wearing Chuuya's skin... Is it the same as in the previous world, has my character been completed?

Is the world's will trying to mess with me again?

I quickly reached out and pinched my leg hard.

No pain, seems to be fine.

I put the paper aside with some hesitation and opened the one below it.

This time, the name on the label was "Dazai Osamu". I skipped the same long paragraph of incomprehensible nonsense and looked directly at the final data.

99.9%?

How can it be 99.9%?

Okay, not surprising, my character has changed from the butcher's son to the son of two blacks. I agreed and pinched myself to confirm it.

As expected, there was no pain, safety confirmed!

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Zaizi reached out and put the cover back, pressing the two paternity certificates inside tightly.

This was clearly the most ideal situation, but the way he talked made me feel a little bit upset, and rationally I felt that something was not right.

Ask me if I am satisfied?

This question itself is problematic.

There shouldn't be any problem with this report, but there is no reason for Zaizi to help me forge it.

I took a look at Zaizi's expression, and with his tacit consent, I reached into his pocket and took out another small piece of folded paper.

I slowly unfolded it. There were no names on it, not even a lot of text, nor the percentage data I was subconsciously looking for. Instead, there were some pictures.

Maybe it's the process of genetic matching?

I strangely understood some of it. I had seen the double helix diagram in anime before.

But why is this one missing a piece on the east and west sides?

Based on my intuition from watching anime for many years, this strange report should belong to me!

But I am a little confused. What on earth is Zaizi trying to do by doing this?

What is the purpose - or, has he come up with something that I can't quite figure out?

He wouldn't give me an answer.

"Don't worry, I will make it up to you." Zaizi held me in one hand and hugged me gently, then put his lips against my ear and whispered softly.

Complete?

Complete that picture, or complete my settings.

Why do I have a terrifying feeling when I think about it? I won’t reveal my identity, right?

He said he wasn't hinting at anything. Did he want me to just confess and let it go?

No, I can't just admit it to myself, I must find a way to make it right, or at least know what Zai Zi is thinking.

Only at this moment, I miss my best friend who is good at using a knife. He can always set up many knives that I have never thought of. If he and Zai Zi are on the same line, he will definitely be better than me.

I want to ask for off-site help, and ask my gay friends to lend me a brain to write a script.

"This..." Zaizi put the fragment of the "book" page that Tuozong had just brought back between his two fingers, "Let me keep it for now."

Take it if you want. After all, the mechanism of the "book" requires the construction of a complete and logical story, and I don't seem to be suitable for this role.

"As for this appraisal," Zaizi took out the one with Chuuya's name on it and put it in front of him, leaving the remaining one tucked under the cover. He pushed it in front of me, "Please help me hand it to Chuuya."

...a real butcher with a middle-aged face.

puff--

I will choose an inadvertent way to let Chuuya find out on his own.

Apart from what happened with Zaizi, Chuuya seemed to be as depressed as I was.

I even felt that he was more depressed than I was - he especially emphasized that he had not yet seen the paternity test I placed on the table.

I've been staying at Chuuya's place every night lately - the truth is that Zaizi's dormitory can't accommodate another person like me, and Chuuya's "big room" is more comfortable.

As expected of the configuration of the highest officials of the port mafia, everything in the room was far beyond my reach. There was a bar on the first floor of his house, and on the wine racks there were many wines with names that I had never seen or heard of, and could not understand.

Chuuya usually only has a few drinks when he comes home at night, but today the situation is somewhat out of control.

As it got darker, I could smell a distinct smell of alcohol after I opened the door. It was a sweet smell, not unpleasant.

In the past few days, I have never seen Zhong Ye drink so much. His face was flushed, and his blue eyes were slightly moist, looking wet, like a little deer.

But his expression was still very sharp, like a sword that was always unsheathed. Even if wine was spilled on it, it would not reduce his sternness - no, it was momentum.

When he saw me coming back, he waved to me to come over.

After a detailed chat, I learned that when he was on a mission in the south of the city today, something happened that made him laugh and cry, but also speechless.

Someone is trying to incite him to rebel.

"Huh?" I couldn't help but ask.

Is there anyone who wants to defeat the conscience of Hong Kong triads?

Stupid or stupid!

"I don't know where they got the news from, saying that I am selfish and they promised me something, and that I want to betray Hong Kong's underworld." Chuuya looked puzzled, and couldn't figure out why he encountered such a thing, so he pointed at his face and asked me, "Do I look snobbish?"

I shook my head wildly.

How is that possible? There is no one more conscientious and loyal than Chuuya, okay?

"And the big sister, I always feel like she's looking at me strangely lately." He rubbed his arms, as if he remembered something strange, "She always brings up that bluefin tuna, and even said we're part of the mafia, and told me not to worry about anything - huh?"

Chuuya said as he pushed the glass hard onto the table. The glass collided with the wooden bar with a loud bang. "I have nothing to do with that mackerel. At least not in my world!"

Sorry, I'm the one who held you back. Sister Hongye must have misunderstood me after seeing my presence, right? The matter of crossing the world is top secret. No one should know except the two people involved, Shuanghei, the two leaders in power, and Ranbu, who has the third eye.

Sister Hongye is also one of those who only half understands the situation.

Although considering my age, it is impossible to be the result of normal childbirth - at least not the result of their childbirth at this point in time, but with Zai Zi and something like Huang Batu that cannot be explained, everything is possible.

You see, when Nakadashi was dragged out of the darkness and began to become an independent individual, wasn't he also eight years old at the beginning of the story?

This would explain why Sister Hongye always gave me children's toys. She probably really treated me like a child.

"It's not you. She started hinting at me like crazy before the big sister knew about you, but she changed to being explicit recently." Nakaya rubbed his forehead helplessly.

It's okay for others, but Hongye is different to him. When he first joined Honghei, it was Hongye who brought him up. To Zhongye, she is truly like an elder.

Is this an alternative way of urging marriage?

Mafia officials also have such troubles.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Chuuya took out a rubber band from his pocket and used his hands to pull his hair into a ponytail.

——It’s so beautiful!

I touched my nose to prevent myself from leaking some strange liquid. Even though the face is the same, the feeling of combing this hairstyle is completely different. His exposed neck is white with a hint of red, and the pure black choker looks like an unspeakable prop. The position in front of the Adam's apple is the lock of the choker. The metallic embellishment here adds a touch of toughness to his fragile white neck and the fragile combination of the black choker.

When I go back this time, I will also pick a choker to try on myself.

I was intoxicated by Chuuya's beauty when he told me another very gratifying story.

"The big sister went to the detective agency in person today to collect the debt. It is said that Mackerel will have to work non-stop for the next few days. This mission was personally assigned by their president and supervised by that Edogawa. Let's see how he runs this time."

Debt collection?

Oh - it's the hotel bill from last time. Considering Zaizi's usual behavior of playing with his own wallet, it might not be easy for him to pay it back.

But why did Sister Hongye go there in person? Was it to find an excuse to see Kagamihana-chan?

"That hotel is under the name of Big Sister." Chuuya answered my question, "Actually, Big Sister knew about your existence before. The day you stayed there was the last day for financial statement settlement. Big Sister must have thought I was back, right?"

In other words, was Sister Hongye the first one to notice me?

Then why didn't you let Sister Hongye come to me at that time? If it was Sister Hongye at the beginning, I wouldn't have been socially dead, and the prepared Huangba Tu speech might have been useful.

"I heard from my subordinates that Sister Hongye wanted to talk to me about something, but I was in Italy at the time and my cell phone had a signal problem, so I didn't receive the call. Sister Hongye should have come back to find me since she knew the hotel had a record of me checking in. Didn't you see Sister Hongye?" Chuuya drank the last sip of the wine.

I, I didn’t see it?

"Which day?" I asked.

"The night you just went there, oh, damn."

……?

Why don’t I have any memory of this? Did I drink too much?

Following the timeline, I push back.

Suddenly, an epiphany struck me.

When I woke up the next day, I vaguely felt that someone had come. After the social death incident, I always assumed that it was Zai Zi.

Isn't it?

I recalled the strange attitude that Hongye-san had suddenly shown, and the way I slept that night.

The case is solved.