Chapter 43 Stop fighting. If you want to fight, go to the dance studio!
The president never figured out what Ayatsuji Yukito thought of Sengenmaku.
This topic is so ordinary, just like a fallen leaf in autumn, falling with the autumn and winter wind. In a blink of an eye, the winter snow melted, and the cherry blossom buds in Yokohama bloomed in the chaos of Yokohama, regardless of the lives of people.
——Hey, don’t use the change of seasons as a trick, so what exactly did Ayatsuji Yukito say?
The Yokohama Mafia has its own triumvirate... no, a tripartite structure. You finish your song and I come on stage, wave after wave, like an endless stream of waves.
After the port mafia died down, Takasekai and GSS began to take turns to compete for the super idol of the Yokohama Mafia.
No one can comment on whether their smiles are sweet or not, but the entire underground society has been messed up anyway. It only took a few months for the mafias on both sides to go from being proud to losing their smiles. The only thing to be thankful for is that the smiles did not disappear out of thin air.
The smiles spread to the faces of the Special Ability Division and Nakahara Chuuya.
At the beginning, this matter was just a secret fight between the two parties who had a long-standing grudge against the port mafia, but no one knows what happened later, and it turned into a fight between the two parties. If someone from the port mafia passed by, they would rush over and kick the port mafia, and then continue to fight.
Although no one openly opposes the Port Mafia, everyone is actually waiting to die.
Wait for the old leader of the port mafia to die.
It's really scary when the old chief goes crazy. A starved camel is bigger than a horse. The man is not dead yet. Don't pop champagne at halftime. Keep calm first. Whoever loses calm will be in trouble.
Originally, GSS and Takase Society could only be considered as 'making friends through martial arts', the kind of people who feel uncomfortable without daily sparring, and neither of them would go too far until the end. But I don't know why, the more I fight, the angrier I get.
The lower-level members of the Takase Society were muttering in their hearts: These GSS guys are so shameless, do they really think they are the bosses of Yokohama?
The lower-level members of GSS were muttering in their hearts: These guys from Takase Society are really getting ahead of themselves, they think GSS is afraid of them?
Therefore, when the top leaders of both sides failed to react, the boundary of 'making friends through force' was broken, the fight became more and more serious, the more angry they became, and the greater the losses. Both sides have a lot of hatred for each other. In the past, they worked together to beat up the port mafia, but now they beat each other while taking the opportunity to kick the port mafia. They are so angry that they can't even see the port mafia.
Originally, the top leaders of both sides could have called a halt in time and checked what was going on. However, before they could elaborate, the Takase Society suddenly revealed that it was GSS that handed the criminal evidence of the top leaders of the Takase Society to the police, who then handed it over to the Special Powers Division, taking away the entire line.
The top management of the Takase Society was also angry at this time. If you want to fight, then fight. Why involve the police? Can’t you afford to sue the parents?
At this time, it is useless for GSS to say that it was not done by their own people. In order to maintain the prestige of their own forces, Takase will begin to try to fight for territory and things in a mafia manner.
Then, by a very coincidence, on the day they were preparing for battle, the day the battle of revenge started, a GSS man was also taken away, which directly led to the collapse of the entire front line, and Takase won a great victory inexplicably.
It was later revealed that it was Takase who reported it.
gss was also angry. I said it was not me, and you can’t afford to play dirty, right? Who are you looking down on?
Takasekai was confused. He wanted to clarify that it was not him, but the timing was too coincidental. Just when Takasekai was in trouble and they were united in preparing for revenge, GSS suddenly got into trouble. It was said that the key person was indeed a member of Takasekai, but that person had actually disappeared a long time ago.
Then the two sides started fighting, attacking each other openly and covertly, cleanly and dirtyly, and rumors spread everywhere, making both sides less and less willing to sit down and make peace. He just worked without saying anything, working tirelessly and making a lot of money from the special power spy class.
Superpower Secret Service: I love it, I want to watch more.
Wonderful, really wonderful, so wonderful that I don't know where to start complaining.
So what does this matter have to do with Zhongyuan Zhongye?
If you ask Nakahara Chuuya and Akutagawa Ryunosuke where they were during the conflict between the Takase Society and the GSS, they will deny it and say, "I don't know. Who was it? I was only fourteen years old and I was hanging out on the street in Leibo Street. You've got the wrong person."
But if you have a God's perspective, you can find that these two people, especially Nakahara Chuuya, have been busy for the entire autumn and winter, and the time period they were in was exactly when the conflict began and became intense.
To be more precise, the inquiry into where they were on the third day when Takase 'reported' GSS showed that they were in a small container near the edge of Leibo Street.
The dim container was littered with debris. In a hidden corner, the legendary missing informant was tied to a chair with his hands and feet bound and his mouth gagged. Behind Nakahara Chuuya stood Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Both of them had indifferent expressions, without any special expressions.
After going through this process, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was influenced by Chuuya Nakahara, admired him more and more. In fact, the relationship between these two people was not particularly close, and their compatibility was too poor to reach the soul level.
Dazai Osamu's bond with Akutagawa Ryunosuke is that kind of special bond, the kind that seems to touch the soul...? (He has wanted to win your award all his life. He worked really hard. I cried my heart out.)
That's why Nakahara Chuuya was overtaken by Dazai Osamu who came later. However, although he is still not as good as Dazai Osamu who can directly shock his soul, hurt his body and shape his thoughts, to be honest, in Akutagawa's heart, Nakahara Chuuya has become the number two almost on par with Dazai Osamu.
"What should he do?" At this moment, Akutagawa asked in a low voice.
"Ah... we must not let him out, or we will be in big trouble." Nakahara Chuuya said with a faint expression.
He walked forward and kicked the man's shoes.
"Hey, wake up, is there anything else you want to say?"
However, all the questions that needed to be asked had been asked. The man looked haggard and trembling, and at first glance he was like an empty bottle, with nothing to pour out.
So Nakahara Chuuya sighed.
"Get rid of it."
He didn't look reluctant at all, and his expression was calm, as if he was just deciding on dinner. He has never been a good person. Yokohama cannot produce kind and innocent children.
Just as Akutagawa condensed the black beast and walked forward, Nakahara Chuuya paused, remembering the place that Sengenmaku had found for Akutagawa. His mind moved slightly, and he looked at Akutagawa.
"You go out, I'll come here."
"......? I..." Akutagawa was a little confused.
"It's okay, you go out, I have something to ask him."
When Akutagawa walked out of the room, Nakahara Chuuya let out a low "tsk".
"Tsk, I almost forgot about it."
He whispered softly, activated gravity, and a red halo rose from his body.
"The police can't do such a thing, Akutagawa."
In an instant, the man's organs were crushed like foam, and a life disappeared in his hands in an instant. There was no blood or pain. The man's death was like a breeze, without even bringing any chill, and it disappeared cleanly.
A light laugh rolled out of Nakahara Chuuya's throat. There was no sadness or confusion, only a hint of self-mockery:
"After all, the meaning of my life is destruction."
The self-mockery and sudden realization in those azure eyes gradually faded away, and the boy's expression gradually became as cold and sharp as the blade of a freshly sharpened knife. He turned around, penetrated the spots of light falling in the corner of the container, and left in the opposite direction.
In the entire plan, Zhongyuan did not use even a little bit of Qianjianmu's power. He relied entirely on his own feelings and plans, and used strategies and information asymmetry to pry open the conflict between the two organizations. Although the plan was still a bit crude and old-fashioned, it was very effective. GSS had no time to take care of Leibo Street, and later on the Special Powers Section also got involved and fanned the flames. By the later period, Nakahara Chuuya completely got out of the plan and did not act again, but the two organizations could no longer stop fighting.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is April.
A lot happened when the cherry blossoms bloomed in April of that year.
"Contemporary Image" was changed from a bimonthly to a weekly magazine, "Pain and Love" was officially published, and at the same time, the museum series starting with "Ichimonji Kokan" by Yukito Ayatsuji kicked off.
On the most ironic and funny day, April 1st, GSS and Takase Society had the most serious war, with hundreds of casualties and a large amount of cargo lost. When the fighting became impossible, both sides checked their wealth and found that they were running out of ammunition and food.
After the ceasefire, in order to give an explanation to the lower levels and declare the end of this tit-for-tat, both sides had to agree on a time to compromise with each other and sit down to negotiate peace. They should have realized something was wrong by then, but they didn't.
Perhaps it was a coincidence or fate, but the atmosphere at the peace meeting between GSS and Takase was quite awkward and tense. No one spoke a word and they almost came to blows in the end. The meeting ended in a bad mood.
If they could effectively exchange information at this moment, or be smarter and see through the fog, they might be able to find some clues after unraveling the many coincidences. However, they lost this last chance to integrate the information.
After that, even if they noticed something was wrong, GSS and Takase would be too embarrassed to ask the other party what happened, and could only investigate the situation privately with only half of the information they had. At the same time, the Special Forces Division who were lurking and watching the show were also investigating, but the intelligence from the Special Forces Division was also incomplete. There were some details, but not many.
The incident happened too long ago and was too chaotic. In addition, the instigator was not an organization, but a child who wanted Leibo Street to be quieter. It is actually harder to find people who have no big conspiracy but can still cause big trouble.
In the end, the battle for the strongest idol in Yokohama turned into a battle of clowns. Both sides looked at each other and realized that the other was a clown.
Unfortunately, probably all things happened at the same time. During the period when both sides ceased fighting and counted the losses, something happened to the port mafia, which had been shrouded in fog for many years because its leader was seriously ill.
Haha, you guys are done fighting, you don’t have time to fight me anymore, so I’m dead?
Then the leader of the port mafia chose to die at the right time.
Not only that, the old leader of the Port Mafia... no, the predecessor, after the predecessor of the Port Mafia passed away, shockingly but not too outrageous, he passed the throne to a private doctor.
To be honest, it's not surprising that the leader of the port mafia could do such a thing, no matter who has seen him go crazy. He even killed his own cronies at will, and his fear of those below him coveting his position was almost written all over his face.
This kind of behavior of a person who hates his own subordinates and is suspicious of them all, thinking that everyone is out to harm him, and who makes a desperate attempt to pass on the throne to the doctor in order to make his subordinates return empty-handed...to be honest, considering his madness, it's not very strange, and it's even a bit too reasonable. It makes people sigh that Big Brother's character is really consistent and has ups and downs.
The broken window effect is really useful...
But can the Port Mafia really accept a doctor as its leader?
This is a life-threatening question.
The whispers of the crowd spread throughout the streets and alleys of Yokohama. As word spread, the eyes of organizations large and small were focused on the lucky man who had suddenly become the leader.
——Mori Ogai.
Is it really just luck or coincidence?
still……
**
Today is the second day since my predecessor passed away.
Dazai Osamu sat alone in the cold and stiff chair in the interrogation room and accepted his thirteenth interrogation of the day.
The lie detector was connected to his finger and heart. There was no expression on his face, and his iris-colored eyes were red in the dim light as if they were bleeding.
Opposite him was a camera, and Ozaki Kouyo was sitting opposite him. Outside the interrogation room, Randou, who had successfully joined the interrogation team, was leaning against the wall with a calm expression.
"Question: At 7:32 pm that day, why did the predecessor summon Mori Ogai for something, and why were you there?"
"The chief is not feeling well, so I am here to serve as the doctor's assistant. During the past few examinations, I was often present, and there are records to prove this."
True, but that was the result of drug accumulation. Mori Ogai reduced the dosage of painkillers and his addiction came back.
"Question: What kind of discomfort did the predecessor suffer from? How did Mori Ogai judge it?"
"I don't know. I only know that the doctor diagnosed an acute illness and said I wouldn't survive more than two hours. He asked me to go get help, but the leader told me not to go."
Really, it was indeed an acute drug addiction attack, and then I wanted to kill everyone on the spot, haha, so boring.
…
“Q: Please describe in detail the circumstances of your predecessor’s death, including signs of death, final actions, final words, and state of death.”
"When the leader learned that he was going to die, he angrily accused the five major cadres of having their own agendas... Do you want me to elaborate on this? He said that the colonel cadre... That was about it. He grabbed Mori Ogai's clothes and told him that he believed in Mori Ogai and passed the position of leader to him, saying that he didn't trust anyone else. Then he suddenly couldn't breathe... and died suddenly."
Fake.
Dazai Osamu raised his hand, and as he did when he was a child, he used a gesture of sadness and fear to hide the cold and sarcastic smile on the corners of his lips.
The polygraph gave a green light, proving that what he said was true.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The interrogation, which had lasted for nearly thirty hours, was finally over. Dazai passed the psychological oppression questioning, mild swearing punishment, and lie detector test.
Ozaki Kouye stood up and ordered her men to untie Dazai Osamu's restraints:
"Dazai Osamu, you can leave now. But you cannot leave the Port Mafia's territory without permission, otherwise we have the right to hunt you down and interrogate you. Do you understand?"
"clear."
It was fake, he saw it clearly.
In the doctor's devilishly crazy and cold smile, in his wine-red eyes oozing with blood, the unbearable scalpel slashed across the leader's neck.
The blood flew onto the wall, didn't anyone see it?
Haha, you fool, how can you believe what the doctor says so easily?
**
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…
Let me teach you one thing.
Don't trust your doctor too much.
Being cared for by a doctor comes at a huge extra cost.
Do you really want this care?
…
When I lay on the bed, under him, and my fingers touched the scalpel I had prepared in advance, his fate was sealed.
The cold scalpel cut across the officer's neck.
This is no different from scratching a corpse. In fact, because the person is still alive, there is no odor, and the touch is especially fresh and soft.
When cutting the throat, it felt like cutting pig cartilage. There was a slight feeling of blockage, but because the person was still breathing, the scalpel vibrated subtly at that moment.
I've never cut a living person's throat before, and it feels pretty good.
The unprecedented experience gave me a slight joy of having learned new knowledge, and that sense of relief and the joy of having won a fatal duel blended together. When his blood splattered all over me, I actually laughed.
He looked at me in disbelief, his eyes were a little complicated, and I didn't know how to describe it.
Fear, panic, heartache, surprise, anger, or the grief of being killed by a loved one.
Ah, actually I don’t really care. It has nothing to do with me.
I am more concerned about the next play.
Next, it’s time to play the victim.
I and he are the actors, while others and you are the judging spectators.
It's not difficult, just relax.
It’s no different from everyone else’s life, except that he died and I’m still alive.
…
I'm not a psychopath.
I reiterate, I am not a psychopath.
I just don't think they are human.
I don’t think I’m human either.
I don't see any difference between life and death.
I have never felt any sense of urgency about life and death, and I don’t even care.
Humans have a vague perception of death, and many people use severe pain to cover up the feeling of nothingness of losing everything.
For example, if you want to die, but then you think about it and are afraid of the pain, you don't die. In fact, at this time it is difficult to tell whether you don't want to die or you are really afraid of the pain.
I am different. I am not afraid of pain, but I also don’t think I deserve to die.
I want to survive.
I felt that since I had lived this long, it wouldn’t make any difference if I lived a little longer.
You're here now, right?
To someone like me, this world is actually no different from a game.
When the game character loses blood, the player will not feel pain.
I bleed and I don't feel any pain.
So I am a player in this game world, and that makes sense.
The lives of game characters are always rich, and sometimes they even involve love stories.
But some gamers will skip this part and become a serious player.
Some came for the love plot and smiled happily at the sweet words exchanged between the characters.
There are also people who don't care about the official pairings at all, and they just randomly match up supporting actors from nowhere and pair them up. If they make eye contact, they will be jealous of them to death.
How do I know?
Because I was the one who was paired.
Ever since I encountered the manslaughter incident by my superior, everyone felt sad for me. They seemed to be worried that I would suffer psychological trauma from it, so they were very active in helping me start a new emotional life and find a normal relationship.
I really want to skip my love story, but life cannot be accelerated. So I can only face various accidental encounters or forcibly arranged special plots with a blank expression. Occasionally, I even hear rumors that I was in a relationship with someone I don't even remember.
In the end, I could only randomly choose an official partner from the guests.
"I love you," the man said.
"Thank you," I said.
This person was introduced to me by my teacher, who taught me for a very long time. I don’t know why, but she always seemed to think that I was a child who lacked love and was in great need of love. She tried to give me many things, thinking that the more she had, the more I would be filled with love.
This person loves me very seriously, but we both know that I don't love him.
My teacher also knows that I don’t love him.
But she didn't think it was my problem.
She even felt sorry for me.
It's strange, she always seems to think that I need more love, and if I don't have love, then they haven't done it well. She didn't think the calmness and coldness I showed were my personality, she seemed to think I was constrained.
It seems that everyone in this world feels that people must have love to survive.
The way of loving is also very careless. If everyone thinks it is good, if you think it is not bad, if the input and income are proportional, then this can be called perfect love.
Even later on, they no longer loved each other. As long as you can live a peaceful life, such a life is called happy.
What's worse, some people forcibly ignore the pain and try to jump directly to the ending of love, hoping to have a peaceful life in advance, so that such a life can be called perfect.
I can't feel love, I can't feel happiness, I can't feel completeness, and I can't feel pain.
But I learned this from that guy:
When he loved me, he was in pain.
He was in agony when he tried not to love me.
I learned this lesson, and later when I was doing psychological counseling, when people asked me what love was, I would say:
"Loving is painful, and not loving is also painful."
It's funny, after that everyone thought I had love.
——
At this point, Lilith suddenly asked me:
"Isn't it a happy thing to be loved?"
I thought about it and said:
"It is true that I felt happy when I saw his dead body after he committed suicide. But it was not because I was loved or because someone died because of loving me."
I don’t know when love collapses and when it persists.
Maybe there was a third party between us, because sometimes he would have the smell of someone else, but I didn’t care, so he would have a sad expression.
When he died one day, I even sighed:
"It turns out he really loves me."
Then, I felt fortunate.
Because of love, he can actually give up his life.
When can life and love be confused? To me, love is a soap opera played out in reality. It may be interesting, but its value is not even as good as a brand new scalpel.
I said:
"I don't need love. I protected myself once again."
"I don't think I love myself, I just think I should live."
If you haven't died yet, then live on.
Although I don't know what pain is, I hate being hurt.
I hate it when anyone hurts me in any way.
…
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Love and Pain, Part 7: Excerpt
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On a calm afternoon, when the sun shone obliquely into the room, a much grown black cat was sleeping in the sun. Its black fur, which absorbed a lot of heat, gave off a strong sense of warmth even without getting close to it.
Ayatsuji Yukito was leaning in the shade reading, mostly the latest updated books on forensic medicine or mathematics and physics. He flipped through the book from time to time, and it was hard to tell whether he was concentrating on it or not, or maybe he had already memorized it all.
Ozaki Koha called suddenly.
When he received the call, Qian Jianmu was looking at the latest intelligence.
He sensed something was amiss. In the midst of calm, he intuitively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find out what the problem was.
Yokohama is like a big dye vat, with old pigments thrown into it in a mess. It is very comfortable when you fish in troubled waters, but when you investigate, you will taste the bitter fruit of this chaos.
"Sir, my name is Hongye. How are you today?" Hongye chuckled on the other end of the phone.
"Why are you calling at this time?"
Although Mori Ogai's position has not yet been determined, Ozaki Kouyo's identity as a cadre has actually been basically determined before everyone else. Her plan was quite successful, and it could even be said that she was lucky in every way.
There are many different opinions about the fact that Ozaki Koyo chose to stand on the side of Mori Ogai. It is unclear whether it was because she felt that she had avenged the death of her old leader or because she was calm and objectively choosing a side. In fact, many of the intelligence information was released by Ozaki Koyo herself.
If Mori Ogai fails, the next successor will be suspicious of the fact that she has a grudge against her predecessor. She only needs to make a little effort and the current stance will not have a particularly big impact on her position.
And if Mori Ogai succeeds, she will be doing him a favor, and Mori Ogai will have no reason or capital to do anything to her.
This is how she used her own stains, neatly using those filth as tools and ladders, and then stepped over them indifferently.
She has been quite busy recently. Last year, one of the five top cadres died, and the leader was seriously ill, so no one has taken over yet. Now that she has taken over this vacancy, she has to sort out the work of the past year and also integrate the troops to take control of power. She may be the busiest person in the entire mafia.
So the fact that she called now seemed particularly unusual.
"I just read your book and I really want to read the next paragraph, so I thought of you. Even if I can't read it, I can still feel a little satisfied by listening to the author's voice."
Hongye's voice was filled with a gentle smile, but Qian Jianmu knew that this was just her prelude, and he was quite helpless:
"You wanted to see me deliver the manuscript, it's not a very important thing. So is there any special news?"
"Really? Can't you talk to me a little more?"
Hongye's tone was a little bit resentful and teasing, but she just said this and immediately explained her purpose:
"Lan Tang's target is Huang Ba Tu."
The thousand walls suddenly fell silent.
Hongye continued:
"I remembered that Mr. seemed to be investigating the birth of Leibo Street, so I retrieved Lan Tang's files and found that Lan Tang was a survivor of the Leibo Street explosion, but he joined the Mafia because he lost his memory."
She laughed:
"A killer suspected of being a spy, Leibo Street, Huangbatu. Is this information valuable, sir?"
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