Chapter 22

Just when Nakahara Chuuya was hesitating whether to buy a dessert shop, the tall lady ordered another egg roll and paid for it quickly.

Before Yokohama turned around, Nakahara Chuuya quickly lowered his hat and pretended to be just an ordinary customer in this hot dessert shop. Perhaps it was because he felt guilty, after all, it was not polite to follow a lady, even if this lady was the embodiment of this city and had existed for who knows how long.

However, Bashayang still walked straight towards him. At first, Nakahara Chuuya thought that she just wanted to share a table. After all, the business of this restaurant was extremely popular, and because of his aura, the only empty seat left was his table.

But a hand covered with white lace came over with a whole box of egg rolls, and the voice was as hoarse as sandpaper but the tone was unusually gentle.

"The clerk said the egg rolls aren't very sweet. Do you want to try it?"

Nakahara Chuuya looked up in astonishment, his cobalt blue eyes a little panicked. He had imagined the scene of his reunion with Yokohama, which should be on the streets of Yokohama. He had thought of a gift for Yokohama, and it didn't matter what happened. The important thing was that he was not a peeping Tom who was caught in the act.

"Don't you want to eat? At this age, you should eat more." The eight-foot-long voice sounded again.

Nakahara Chuuya hurriedly moved the box of egg rolls in front of him and took a hasty bite. Hachiya was not fooled, the egg rolls were indeed not sweet, but crispy and delicious, and a lot of crumbs fell off when he bit into them.

"You, when did you find me?" Zhongyuan Zhongye wanted to ask, but his cheeks were stuffed with egg rolls and his speech was not clear for a moment. After saying this, Zhongyuan Zhongye stopped talking and quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.

Bashayang didn't reply immediately. Instead, he asked the waiter next to him to get a cup of sweet milk for Nakahara Chuuya, and ordered a cup of American coffee for himself before speaking slowly: "In Yokohama, if you can't find the person who is following you, you will die quickly."

Nakahara Chuuya, who was still drinking milk, choked, but could not refute it. After all, what Hachishayo said was right. However, as the embodiment of the city, it was not only strange but also very sad for Yokohama Consciousness to say this about Yokohama.

"I'm sorry." Nakahara Chuuya apologized. The incident on Leibo Street must have had a great impact on the current chaos in Yokohama. Leibo Street is even now one of the most chaotic and dangerous places in Yokohama.

While apologizing, Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head deeply, so he couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him, but he seemed to hear a slight smile. He subconsciously raised his head and bumped into a pair of purple-gray eyes with a hint of smile.

"What are you apologizing for?" Yashayo stretched out her hands and lifted up Nakahara Chuuya's face, pressing her thumbs on his jaw and rubbing them gently. Perhaps she was not satisfied with the feel of her hands, so she frowned, "Didn't Mori Ogai give you food?"

"What?" Nakahara Chuuya blinked, not understanding how the topic jumped to this point. But it was the first time for him to feel someone touching him, so he subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Yashakyou took his hand back first.

Yokohama withdrew his hand and pulled the edge of his lace glove to avoid exposing an inch of skin: "Or did he never pay you? Both of you look severely malnourished."

Before Nakahara Chuuya had time to think about who the other person Yokohama was talking about was, Hachishayo brought the topic back.

"Do you need to apologize? Whether it's the cause of the explosion, the subsequent handling work, or even the hidden dangers that still exist, none of them were caused by your subjective will. So, why do you feel you need to apologize?" She asked again, but this time her eyes were emotionless, as if she was examining every expression of the person in front of her to determine whether he was lying.

Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a moment, and said very sincerely: "I don't think that harm without active intention is not harm. It was me who caused the accident, those tragic casualties, everyone who died, and the harm to you..."

There is a cemetery in Yokohama, where there are tombstones of all the people on the death list of Leibo Street that can be found. After Nakahara Chuuya found out, he installed a new tombstone without any words, because he didn't know the names of those people. There are many people without identities living in every corner of this city, and Leibo Street is no exception. It's just that after those people died, they couldn't even be found in the official death certificates.

Every year, flowers are placed in front of every tombstone in the cemetery. When he was still a sheep, Zhongyuan Zhongye could only place flowers picked from the wild. After joining the port hands, the flowers placed became official daisies used for mourning.

In addition, Nakahara Chuuya is still looking for the families left behind by those who died, but living in Leibo Street originally meant that their family conditions were not very good. In that accident, most of the entire family died, and the few who survived also left the city far away.

"Those who died no longer have a future because of me, and you have been left with indelible scars because of me. I am sorry."

After saying this, Nakahara Chuuya heard the other party chuckle, and then he heard Yasakaki say: "I will not accept your apology."

Just as Nakahara Chuuya was about to say something, he was immediately interrupted. His eight-foot-long fingertips tapped the egg roll box: "But I won't make things difficult for a child. Your human laws will reduce sentences for minors. I will wait until you are able to bear the consequences before I come to demand your repayment."

"Now, you need to finish this box of egg rolls."

Nakahara Chuuya felt that he was being treated as a child. Although he was indeed a minor in terms of age, he had already taken on many important tasks and was even able to handle things with ease in an organization like the Port Mafia.

So he took a big bite of the egg roll and emphasized to the lady in front of him: "I am already capable of bearing the consequences. If you have any trouble, you can ask me to solve it. I owe you this."

"Oh, is this why you joined the Port Mafia?" Bashiyang slowly stirred the spoon in the cup, as if treating an ignorant junior, "Normal children would not think of a career like the Mafia when considering their future jobs."

Yokohama's disapproving words made Nakahara Chuuya swallow another sip of milk. He really had no excuse for this. Becoming a mafia member meant embarking on a path that was unjust in the secular world.

"If you are willing to quit the Port Mafia, I can arrange the best job for you. You will meet new friends and family, and you don't have to worry about the consequences." Bashayang immediately made a suggestion.

"As for Mori Ogai, don't worry, I will make him shut up." When she said this, the lady who was relatively gentle to others showed a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth.

Nakahara Chuuya quickly finished the milk in front of him. He thought it would be better to quickly skip this dangerous question: "I have no plans to change jobs for the time being, and Mr. Mori is very caring to me."

"Really?" Bashayang was obviously not interested in this. She looked at Nakahara Chuuya with boredom as he finished his egg roll and even planned to order another one.

"No, I'm full." Nakahara Chuuya quickly stopped Hassakyo from asking for dessert, and noticed that the lady had only taken a few sips of unsweetened coffee. Except for the one for him, the other desserts she had ordered were all packed up. "Are you going to bring this to other people?"

Nakahara Chuuya wondered who else in Yokohama might have a special interest in Yashayo. For some reason, he actually felt a little concerned after knowing this.

The lady didn't notice the boy's little emotion. She waved her hand and a bird with pure white feathers landed. It took the packaging bag and flew up to the sky. Yasha explained, "This is for Tokyo. The child likes these things very much. Those children have a wide range of interests. I also brought the latest mystery novel for Mihua."

A strange image of the city formed in Zhongyuan Zhongye's mind. He shook his head to drive the strange image out of his mind. He looked up at the white bird above his head, which was swooping over the sky in a very dangerous posture.

Action books like this don't matter, but foods like cakes that are easily deformed can be dangerous. I hope Tokyo won't receive a weird-shaped cake.

Nakahara Nakaya sincerely suggested: "I know a company with very fast logistics. You can send things to me in the future. After all, birds have their own living habits." He said it very tactfully. In fact, there was no such logistics company, but Nakahara Nakaya decided to spend his own money to hire a few people to help him deliver things.

This time, Bashiyang did not refuse and happily accepted his help.

Nakahara Chuuya struck while the iron was hot: "Is there anything else I can help with?" Although he asked this, he also knew that there were few things that City Awareness could not do and there were few things he could help with.

Unexpectedly, the 2.4-meter-tall lady tilted her head and said, "I need a dance partner."

Mori Ogai, the new leader of the Port Hand, was the personal physician of the previous leader. He quickly took over after the death of his predecessor and swiftly eliminated all news of disapproval within the organization.

Under his leadership, the Port Mafia prospered, gradually engulfing all the Yakuza organizations in Yokohama and becoming the only leading organization. There was nothing that the man could not do, from the top cadres to the grassroots organizations, no member of the organization would not be convinced by him.

However, such a man is now in deep decadence.

"Alice-chan, why didn't Yokohama come to see me? She's obviously gone to the Armed Detective Agency."

The blonde girl who was questioned by him turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him: "Ms. Yokohama certainly doesn't want to see a pervert managing the port mafia, and you are too old, Rintaro, and not as cute as Nakaya, so you deserve to be ignored."

The middle-aged man with long hair buried his head in his arms and cried fakely: "It turns out that Alice-chan dislikes me. I thought I was the best in Alice-chan's heart."

"Ah, Rintaro, don't come over here." The blonde girl threw him away in disgust, avoiding being hugged by the man.

After a while, Mori Ogai hugged the blonde loli as he wished, but also suffered the girl's temper.

Mori Ogai put his hands together and made a pleading gesture: "Okay, okay, Alice, don't be angry. I will buy you lots of clothes, okay?"

"Those clothes weren't what Alice wanted to buy. It was Rintaro who bought so many because he wanted to see them."

Mori Ogai apologized again: "Then I'll take you to the dance. The people from Group K are holding a dance today and invited Nakahara-kun. Let's go and take a look."

It was clearly his own plan, but he deliberately created such a farce to make his actions seem logical. However, no one would talk about him in the leader's office without a second person. Even if someone was there, they probably wouldn't say anything. It's no secret that the leader of the Port Mafia has a weird hobby.

K Group did not invite Mori Ogai. It was not because the people in K Group had any opinion on Mori Ogai. It was just that the leader of the Port Mafia, who had swallowed up a large number of Yokohama Yakuza organizations, was not eligible to be invited by a medium-sized organization like K Group. The fact that Nakahara Chuuya, an important member of the Port Mafia, accepted the invitation was enough to make them happy.

Of course, this is just on the surface. In fact, the purpose of the K Group's dance this time is to unite with other gangs in Yokohama to overthrow the Port Mafia. On the surface, they hold a dance, but secretly distribute a batch of arms transferred from Tokyo. With sufficient arms support, it is not impossible to seriously injure the Port Mafia.

The above information was gathered by Dazai Osamu alone, who then threw the information on the desk in the leader's office and disappeared, saying that he was bored.

So Mori Ogai gave this task to Nakahara Chuuya, but he was still a little worried about him. After all, the boy was a very kind-hearted person, and he had only a limited time to join the port gang. He had not yet developed the heart of a qualified mafia member, and without Dazai Osamu's help, things might go wrong.

But it was too much trouble to find a new candidate, so Mori Ogaizetsu decided to go to the scene to see what the other party was thinking. As for whether the leader should do such a thing, a small character like Group K would not be able to do anything to him.

So Mori Ogai saw such a horrifying scene at the dance party—

A young boy who was less than 1.6 meters tall was hugged by a woman who was over 2 meters tall and danced gracefully on the dance floor!

Nakahara Chuuya's face flushed red, and he was as stiff as a puppet controlled by his partner. After one spin, when his partner got close to him, he quietly asked, "Are you really okay? I feel like there are still a lot of people watching us."

"Don't worry, as long as I don't want to be seen, in the eyes of those strangers, I will be in line with their perception."

This is an ability that all cities have, or a degenerate ability. The existence of urban consciousness could not be seen by ordinary people at the beginning, but now it has evolved to the point where urban consciousness can freely control strangers and make itself a reasonable existence in their sight. After all, not all incarnations of cities conform to human aesthetics.

It is precisely because of this that Yokohama can buy desserts for Tokyo without hesitation. In the eyes of those shop assistants, Yokohama is probably just a slightly taller woman.

They still attracted attention at the dance this time. Perhaps the reason was that Nakahara Chuuya, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, chose a female companion who was taller than him.

However, Shinichi Hirin did not intend to bring this up. They were here for a more important mission.

(End of this chapter)