Chapter 85 Chapter 85 The organization will always protect you
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Mo Shiyu walked out of the dilapidated neighborhood. Just like when he came in, he avoided the garbage piles filled with broken glass, wine bottles and syringes, passed through the small alley, and returned to the busy street.
He took off his student-style sweatshirt and put on a black windbreaker. He let his slightly damp gray hair, which smelled of cheap shampoo, down, gathered it behind his head, and put on a black woolen hat.
He passed by an oden stall and stopped to look at it for a while. The grandmother behind the stall smiled and served him a bowl of oden.
Mo Shiyu paid the money, thanked him, and sat on the roadside with his bowl to eat.
Halfway through his meal, a pair of shoes suddenly stopped in his sight.
Mo Shiyu raised his head and looked at the person who came with gloomy and lifeless eyes.
A handsome young man with stubble in a hooded sweatshirt and carrying a guitar bag was looking at him sadly and quietly.
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"Mr. Midorikawa." Mo Shiyu was stunned, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Time fish." Zhu Fu Jingguang said softly.
Mo Shiyu's eyes rolled, and he saw Dazai Osamu pointing excitedly at the oden stall nearby. "Grandma, this, this, this, this, this, this."
The young man in the camel windbreaker held two bowls. After handing one to Zhu Fu Jingguang, he took his own bowl and squatted down opposite Mo Shiyu.
"The Port Mafia and the Detective Agency are together." Mo Shiyu's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, and he asked doubtfully, "When did your relationship become so good?"
Zhu Fujingguang said, "It's just a personal relationship, and has nothing to do with the organization."
A personal relationship? It was triggered by the danger of the Moth Man, right?
Mo Shiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly. "Well, it has nothing to do with me."
It may seem a little strange that two completely different guys in two anime can become friends, but they are both shining people in their own worlds, so it is normal for them to come together because of an opportunity.
"Are you just passing by, or did you come here specifically to see me?"
Dazai Osamu chuckled, "You wouldn't believe me if I said I was just passing by."
Mo Shiyu propped up his chin and carefully picked up the fish balls in the bowl one by one. "What do you want me to do?"
Zhu Fujingguang did not answer immediately.
The smell of the young man in front of me was moist and sticky, and the inferior fragrance in his hair was like a blooming and rotten flower.
Zhu Fujingguang wondered, had he just taken a shower in this slum? What was the scent trying to mask? Was he on a mission? Or had he killed someone?
He could never figure out what this gray-haired young man was thinking.
They knew each other from a battle, and he judged at the time that this was a man with good skills, most likely a killer or mercenary - in fact, what he heard in the port mafia later also confirmed this.
Logically speaking, people related to this profession would never be equated with positive words.
But before Zhu Fujingguang saw him kill someone, he first saw him turn around and cover their retreat. He also saved his own friend.
A very contradictory and fascinating person.
"You must be curious about why I went with Chongzi that time and what happened afterwards," said Mo Shiyu.
Dazai Osamu held his chin and looked at him, "I'm not so curious now."
"Is it because you saw me?"
Mo Shiyu gave him a smile that was as sweet as a hook, but the temptation in it was a bit perfunctory, probably to the extent of just kissing the hook and throwing it into the pond.
Dazai Osamu felt that he was being treated in a perfunctory manner.
The former cadre, a little angry, was ready to get back at the party, "What was Shi Yu-kun doing just now?"
"I came out for a walk." said Mo Shiyu.
Zhu Fujingguang joined the conversation, "We shouldn't stay here for long. Let's find a place to have a drink."
Dazai Osamu raised a bottle of red wine. Mo Shiyu took a look at it, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You spent a lot of money."
Dazai Osamu shrugged and explained with a smile, "When I went to the Port Mafia, I happened to pass by Chuuya's wine cellar."
Morofushi Kagemitsu silently evaluated the price of the wine and thought that Dazai Osamu would probably be killed and dismembered by Nakahara Chuuya.
Mo Shiyu said in a pious tone of gratitude to God, "Thank you, you are the most sincere kidnappers I have ever seen. I am willing to go with you."
Zhu Fujingguang held his forehead and said, "We are not here to arrest you."
Many organizations have wanted him recently, including the Port Black Hand.
But Zhu Fu Jingguang did not intend to catch Mo Shiyu in exchange for a chance to climb up. He could not do such a thing as exchanging his friends for his future.
Mo Shiyu knew that this was not their purpose, but that didn't stop him from knowing that the organization behind them was very interested. He shrugged and said, "Life is full of uncertainty. Please forgive me for needing to confirm this before drinking with you."
They walked through several alleys and entered a dim tavern.
Dazai Osamu calmly opened the bottle of red wine, completing the last step of his suicidal plan.
He poured three glasses of wine and gave them to three people.
Zhu Fujingguang held the glass of wine, struggling mentally between drinking it and not drinking it. He felt that his undercover career might be ruined by the drinking culture.
Mo Shiyu shook the wine glass and took a sip. He had to admit that this was the best wine he had ever drunk since killing someone. "Dazai-kun, since I have already drunk the evidence of my crime, if you were killed by Chuuya-kun, I would burn paper for you out of common sense."
"Don't worry, that day will never come." Dazai Osamu clinked glasses with him leisurely.
After all, without the tacit consent of the mafia cadre, even he could not steal such expensive wine.
Mo Shiyu can drink a lot, but he likes to pretend to be drunk. After a few drinks, he naturally lies on the table.
"You and Mr. Chuuya should have a lot in common." Zhu Fujingguang shook the wine glass lightly and said to the young man with a faint blush on his cheeks and half-open gray eyes.
To translate, both of them are alcoholics.
"Your scent is so strong..." Dazai Osamu asked leisurely, "Did you kill someone just now?"
"Yeah." Mo Shiyu smiled lazily at him, "My sub-landlord wouldn't let me keep a dog, so I killed him."
Zhu Fujingguang: "..." Is this what it means to read the random reply? Does he want to verify the authenticity of this sentence?
Mo Shiyu chuckled, turned sideways, supported half of his body, and asked as if in a whisper.
"If you're not here to arrest me, then you're here to help me... but how can you help me? If you don't even know me, how can I find a place to stay?"
Dazai Osamu had no qualms, "I will help you hide it."
He raised his hand, dipped it in some wine, and placed his right index finger on Mo Shiyu's lips. A little white fingertips were exposed at the top of his sleeve, and he spoke ambiguously and gently.
"Hide it somewhere only I can see it."
No, how could such a good sentence be said like this?
"How should I put it?" Mo Shiyu looked at him. Before the atmosphere became more romantic, he opened his lips slightly and touched the tip of his tongue against the other's fingertips.
"I'd rather kiss you than have sex."
Dazai Osamu couldn't help laughing.
“Is that how you always say no?” he said. “No one ever gives up.”
Mo Shiyu held the wine glass in his hand. They stared at each other for a while. After a while, he closed his eyes and said, "It's only you."
"Because I always feel like I might have said the same thing as you."
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at this scene and felt that he should not be sitting here, he should be under the car.
The atmosphere between these two people seems a little different from last time.
It seemed as if they all made some changes tacitly.
"We're serious," Morobushi Kagemitsu said without any guilt, ruining the charming atmosphere. When Dazai Osamu looked over, he smiled gently in return. He said, "Don't go back to your organization. Hide with the bugs, hide underground. Wait until the Yokohama incident is over, then come out."
"We will find a way to help you with the government and the mafia," said Zhu Fujingguang.
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything, and a pain and thirst slowly rose in his throat.
His eyebrows and eyes outlined a vague and graceful contour under the dim light, and his lips were curled like precious and exquisite porcelain jade.
"Thank you," he said, "but... I'm not going to run away. I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I run away?"
"My body, my eyes, my hair..." he said softly, "They are all just props of this world."
"I will never rest in peace until the culprit is found."
Dazai Osamu looked at him, his pupils dilated slightly.
So that's it, he thought.
It seems... he was the one who had the first impression.
Dazai Osamu once stabbed his arm with a dagger to stay awake.
He was sure that the other him had probably done the same thing when he first met the person in front of him.
His body was drawn in without resistance, and his soul was filled with disgust to the core.
Uncontrollable affection, emotions that are easily swayed, it's disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.
But later, he in that world still fell in love with the person in front of him.
why is that?
It would be much easier if I just gave up completely.
"You will die." Zhu Fu Jingguang pressed his shoulders, almost using all his strength.
Mo Shiyu said, "I don't care."
He would occasionally think that he was not a strong enough person to be unshakable.
Give up yourself, forget the past, and enjoy everything that this body brings. Then you can have as much of everything that humans pursue: wealth, love, happiness, as much as you want.
I wasn't planning on going home anyway.
Why not?
Why not accept the fate the world has given him?
"Thank you." He turned his head and looked at the two of them. "If there's a chance, I hope to drink with you again."
Because I was not born without freedom.
***
Zhu Fu Jingguang had no intention of letting Mo Shiyu go.
He was not optimistic to begin with, and now he was shrouded in an increasingly heavy sense of unease, like smog.
The person in front of me is not a mutant.
He and Dazai were enough.
In fact, this was what he had planned from the beginning. The gray-haired killer in front of him looked gentle and had no temper, but in fact he was as stubborn as a donkey who would not turn back until he hit a wall.
If Mo Shiyu doesn't want to hide, then force him.
Morifushi Kagemitsu did not forget Hagiwara Kenji's instructions. Before the law could judge him, he could not watch the handsome gray-haired killer in front of him being devoured silently.
They brought red wine, both to celebrate the reunion and to express their apologies in advance.
At least stay alive...stay alive first.
Moreover, Zhu Fujingguang turned his head and saw that in his guitar bag, besides the rifle, there was also a child with superpowers.
Thinking of this, Zhu Fujingguang glanced at the guitar bag, but suddenly stopped.
A white doll poked its head out from the gap in the guitar bag, its black hole-like eyes wide open, staring at the gray-haired young man lying on the table without blinking.
This white doll has a thin layer of stitching down the middle of its neck.
"Sheyu..."
Speaking of this child...
Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly turned his head and looked at the profile of the gray-haired young man, his eyes tracing over his eyebrows and eyes.
This is something that I suddenly realized when I looked at them together.
Zhu Fu Jingguang had seen She Yu as a teenager.
Actually... they look a bit alike.
"Sheyu, you helped Shiyu, right? You guys..."
Zhu Fujingguang's eyes were filled with suspicion, and a terrible guess arose from the bottom of his heart, "You are..."
The white doll crawled out of his guitar case.
He crawled to the side of the gray-haired young man. At the same time, another identical doll crawled out of Mo Shiyu's bag under Zhu Fujingguang's nose.
“…” Zhu Fujingguang watched helplessly as the two kids started fighting with each other.
Dazai Osamu was dizzy from drinking, and watching the fierce battle, he said, "Eh... am I drunk?"
The dolls pulled each other's heads and kicked each other, but luckily they didn't show their teeth, otherwise the cotton would have been flying everywhere.
In the end, the doll that had been by Mo Shiyu's side narrowly won. He stepped on the belly of the doll with stitches on its neck with one foot, declaring victory.
The doll transformed into a white-haired boy, holding one of the pointed ends of the other doll.
He snuggled into the arms of the gray-haired young man.
"Mine." She Yu whispered.
"mine."
Mo Shiyu laughed softly.
He hugged each person and the doll.
"Mr. Midorikawa, it looks like my doll won." He lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Do you still want to stop me?"
Zhu Fujingguang, "..."
Great, you two are having an affair, right?
They still want to keep him in the dark. What are they fighting about? Are they fighting over who can stay with Shiyu?
Jingguang held his forehead with his hand, his face full of fatigue. Enough, he didn't want to love anymore.
He looked at Dazai Osamu. The doll had rebelled, and now only he and Dazai Osamu were left.
Dazai Osamu held up his head, his eyes gloomy and dull. He said, "If I were you, I might not run away either."
Mo Shiyu said, "Thank you."
Thank you? Dazai looked back at him. "But we are not the same people. I don't mind if my death looks miserable."
Mo Shiyu said, "Me neither...Okay, I do mind a little."
Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly turned cold.
That's enough, this person is awake enough.
"I really don't like drinking." Dazai Osamu spread his hands, stood up, turned around and opened the door of the pub.
"This has never been a place where you can convince people."
The doorbell dinged.
The room fell into a long silence.
…
"You must have heard of the trolley problem." Mo Shiyu said softly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "Does it have anything to do with it?"
Mo Shiyu turned his head to look at him, "For this world, I may be the only ray of hope."
"Maybe it would be right to hand me over to the government or a capable organization."
"If we have to sacrifice one person to save the world," Zhu Fujingguang said, "I don't agree with this bullshit rule."
Mo Shiyu said, "How come you can swear?"
Zhu Fujingguang drank a glass of wine and sighed, "Sometimes, the only way to describe the badness of this world is with dirty words."
Mo Shiyu smiled. He leaned over, stretched out his cold fingertips, and gently touched Zhu Fu Jingguang's face.
Zhu Fujingguang slowly opened his eyes wide.
This is……
"Thanks."
The young man with long ash-gray hair had his narrow gray eyes half-open and half-closed, looking seven parts drunken and three parts hazy.
He had a low-quality fragrance on his body, but his whispering voice was so gentle that it seemed to melt people's hearts.
"Don't worry, we'll see each other again."
***
When Mo Shiyu walked to the hotel where he was staying, he saw Akai Shuichi leaning against the car smoking. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned his eyes to the side, his green eyes looking at him coldly.
To be honest, for a moment, Mo Shiyu seemed to think that Gin had dyed his hair black.
These two people are really enemies and partners in the soul sense.
Mo Shiyu coughed softly, "Zhu Xing?"
The young man with long black hair came over and looked him over quietly. "Your hat looks great."
Mo Shiyu touched the black woolen hat on his head, then glanced at the other person's black woolen hat and was silent for a second: "...Thank you."
"What's the matter?"
A silver gun muzzle extended from his back, pointing at his temples.
A low and pleasant voice sounded from my ears.
"I'm here too, Sensei."
Mo Shiyu paused, then slowly raised his hands under the gunpoint. He smiled and said, "Oh, who is so annoying? Who actually put you two in the same group?"
Behind him, Toru Amuro was strangely silent for a second.
Valentine, you really don't know?
"The organization hopes you can go back as soon as possible." said Shuichi Akai.
"It's a mandatory recall order." Mo Shiyu had just finished speaking when he saw several passersby in the distance, some doing exercise, some picking up trash, and some dating, looking over with cold eyes. "So many people have come."
"Hi~" Mo Shiyu waved to the opposite side, and the mechanical and cold eyes of the organization members suddenly became stunned, and some people even had abnormal blushes on their faces.
"What if I don't want to go back?" Mo Shiyu said.
Toru Amuro didn't hold the gun tightly in his hand, so that Mo Shiyu could snatch it away at any time.
He had a listening device on him, so he could only say politely, "Valentin, there are snipers in the distance."
"Sniper?" Mo Shiyu said, "Is it Cologne? Or Chianti, Calvados?"
"They're all here."
Mo Shiyu thought that this was just a gathering of acquaintances. There really was no one left in the organization, right?
Akai Shuichi handed him a headset and said, "The higher-ups want to talk to you."
Mo Shiyu raised his eyebrows and took it.
He put it to his ear, and heard a voice that was so old that it was almost trembling. The voice was old, calm, and unhurried.
"If you don't come back, everyone who was on the mission will die."
Mo Shiyu's pupils shrank slightly, and then he couldn't hide his excitement and raised the corners of his mouth.
He stared at the air in front of him and spoke word by word.
"Boss, it turns out you have a mouth and can speak."
There was no sound from the headset, not even the sound of breathing, it was as dead silent.
Mo Shiyu sneered, threw away the headset and the bag he was carrying, and raised his hands, "Okay, take me away."
***
The hazy light was mixed with the scent of wood.
The curtains in the room were mostly drawn, leaving only a small gap, blocked by a layer of gauze inside the curtains.
This was not an interrogation room where one would feel uncomfortable sitting, but rather a rather upscale bedroom with a luxurious and subtle feel.
Mo Shiyu, with his hands handcuffed to the head of the bed, fell into deep thought.
He didn't expect to be here.
As expected, he was the one who could make the mafia organization bigger and stronger. He really didn't understand the train of thought of Karasuma Renya.
Why did they go through so much trouble to send him here instead of to the lab? Where is this place?
He was forced to take a bath to wash off the bad smell on his body, and was tied here without even wearing pants.
Even my hair is wet.
Mo Shiyu's wet eyelashes drooped down to cover his smoky gray pupils, and water droplets from the ends of his hair kept dripping down and sliding down his thin and trembling back.
He was shivering with cold, but he didn't look weak. His eyes and brows seemed to contain a handful of sharp ice sand.
"Not coming?"
Mo Shiyu raised his chin, his face, already pale from the cold, becoming even paler when the light hit it. This pallor, contrasting with his crimson mouth, created an indescribable charm and coldness.
The bed sheet is still black.
The shirt just covered his thighs, and he deliberately rubbed his long calves slowly on the bed sheets.
About six or seven seconds later, the door opened silently.
The sound of a wheelchair sinking into the carpet.
Mo Shiyu turned his head and looked at the person who came.
It doesn't seem quite appropriate to say that he is an old man who is about to die.
This is the face of an adult, about 30-35 years old, with a seemingly paralyzed body and a pair of calm, dark, and unfathomable eyes.
The iconic hooked nose.
"...Boss." Mo Shiyu raised the corners of his lips, leaning on the bed, and said softly and slowly, "Is it you?"
"Valentin." Karasuma Renye looked at him in the dim light. He pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, took one of his handcuffed hands with unexpected politeness, and lowered his head to give it a kiss.
"Good evening, it's me."
Mo Shiyu turned around with some difficulty to look at him. He actually came in alone.
Even with his hands cuffed, he had more than 10 ways to kill this powerless and paralyzed old man.
Karasuma Renya should know better than anyone else what he is thinking.
"Before we begin our formal conversation, I must first apologize to you," Karasuma Renye said gently, "I don't like violent tactics. If I had noticed you earlier, I would have done my best to give you a comfortable environment to grow up in. But I failed to do so, and I apologize."
With ease.
He habitually takes the lead in the conversation.
"Boss, I'm not your child. I don't need you to protect me from the wind and rain." A sickly smile flashed across Mo Shiyu's lips. He looked down at his seductive body and said mockingly, "Of course, if you like being someone else's father, then please ignore what I said."
Karasuma Renya sighed, as if helpless about the sharpness in his words.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Mo Shiyu's naked, slender legs, his slightly trembling body, and his ash-gray, damp long hair.
"Don't worry, I won't let you go to the lab."
Mo Shiyu said, "Then where should I go?"
Karasuma Renya said softly, "Just stay here and rest. You've been working non-stop for a long time. Valentine, I mean no harm. I just thought you should find a place to get a good night's sleep. That's why I asked you to come back without your permission."
"Maybe it sounds a bit abrupt and rude to say this, but please believe me, this kindness is not out of the blue or without reason."
"Valentin, you are not without a place to go. But as long as the organization exists, it will always protect you."
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