Chapter 125: The situation in Yokohama: Mr. Mori's medical skills are indeed poor! ...
"Eh... is he a member of the Port Mafia?"
Fushimi Kyoki took the initiative to speak to the black-haired man in a long trench coat standing in front of the bookshelf.
The man turned around, his pale face coming into view. The player then noticed his out-of-season attire: thick plush earmuffs, gloves, a scarf...
The player paused as he wished he could cover all exposed skin with cloth before he slowly finished his words: "...Excuse me?"
The man's expression was as cold as his temperament. He lowered his eyes, looking down at the player without revealing any emotion. "Why do you feel that way?"
Ugh!
Fushimi Kyoji's face darkened instantly. Wasn't it?
Sorry, she's also become one of those people who judges people by their clothes...
Just as the player was about to explain the stereotype, the man looked at his own clothes thoughtfully and asked, "Is it obvious?"
——It’s true!
I learned his name from him: Lan Tang
He is a low-level member of the port mafia.
After confirming Lan Tang's identity, the player asks him about the whereabouts of the black lizard.
The place where the black lizard usually rested temporarily was abnormally empty.
All the port mafia members seen on the streets had serious expressions and were in a hurry.
"I'm just a low-level member of the Port Mafia. I have no connection with the Black Lizard on a daily basis, and I have no right to spy on the whereabouts of the action team." The man, who seemed to be in poor health, said this, his voice subtly different from the weakness he showed.
Fushimi Kyoji nodded, indicating that she understood.
Just when she thought he wouldn't speak again, he didn't look at the player, but looked towards the direction of the five buildings of the Port Mafia with a vacant gaze, his tone inexplicable.
"Perhaps it's related to the Port Mafia leader's passing last night due to illness. Now is a critical moment for a leadership transition."
Eh?
The amount of information that Lan Tang casually revealed surprised the players.
Then a feeling of 'as expected' came over me.
It seems that Dr. Sen’s medical skills are really not that good!
The root cause of the clinic's poor business has been found.
After learning the whereabouts of the black lizard, the player's attention naturally shifted to the person in front of him, staring at Lan Tang with curiosity.
He exuded an aloof aura that kept strangers away, but he still answered the players' questions.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew over. The player didn't feel anything, but the tall man shivered immediately.
It also pulled Lan Tang out of his thoughts, and at the same time he became aware of the burning gaze beside him.
"Anything else?" he asked, tightening his scarf again.
The player shook his head. "With something as serious as this happening to the Port Mafia, shouldn't Mr. Lantang be back on standby?"
Lan Tang was very calm: "The Port Mafia is full of insignificant little characters like me. There's no need to gather them all."
He said this without showing any embarrassment or humility on his face.
Fushimi Kyoji was still trying to decide what kind of feeling Randou's tone and demeanor gave her. He took the initiative to invite the player: "Come to my place, sit down and talk."
Hmm...ah?
Player: Oo?
It is worth mentioning that all the NPC models in the game are very detailed.
This directly leads to players being unable to tell whether Lan Tang is just a passerby character who needs others to come to his rescue, or whether his personality setting indicates that he has a weak awareness of interpersonal relationships.
The person being stared at, however, acted completely oblivious. "If you don't want me to, please allow me to leave first. It's really cold outside. I can feel the wind blowing through my bones."
As he spoke, he shuddered all over.
Although the temperature around him was suitable, he felt like he was in the middle of winter and was shivering from the cold.
Do you feel cold psychologically?
"Will this be better?"
Fushimi Kyoji raised his hand and held the ring that was ignited by the flame of death in front of the other party.
The moment the flame of death appeared, Lan Tang's attention was drawn to it, and a look of surprise, different from before, immediately appeared on his dull face.
He took off his gloves and wanted to get closer to feel the warmth of the flames.
But all I felt was damp vapor.
Lan Tang's fingers flexed slightly hesitantly. "I can't wait to get back to the couch now."
Fushimi Kyoji followed the other person and returned to his residence with Randou.
As soon as I opened the door, a tangible heat hit me in the face.
The other side of the door might be connected to someone's oven. The player made a groundless assumption.
Lan Tang was very accustomed to this temperature. He came to the fireplace and sighed subconsciously.
It seemed that if the stalemate continued outside for a while, even if he was asked to take out all the money he had, he would do it.
Fushimi Kyoji said "Excuse me" and then walked into the place that could be called "home".
Lan Tang, who was leaning against the fireplace, didn't turn around and reminded, "Watch your step."
Books are scattered everywhere on the ground, and you might actually trip over them if you're not careful. Players try hard to identify where to put their feet so as not to step on the books.
...Is the average salary of the lower-level members of the Port Mafia so high that after deducting daily expenses, they still have room to pursue ideological realms?
Looking at the books stacked up to a height almost as high as the armrest of the sofa, the player thought silently.
These books are of varying ages, with some being brand new and some being old books with creases all over the corners. Players even saw a copy of "Meng Ai" among them.
"Hey! This comic book..." The player rummaged around and took out the autographed "Moe Ai" given to her by Umetaro Nozaki.
Lan Tang raised his hand and threw "Meng Ai" into the open fireplace. The fire inside jumped up and burned more vigorously in an instant.
Player: “…”
"What's wrong?" Back in the warm and comfortable environment, Lan Tang's aura was much softer than before.
"No," the player shook his head, "not anymore."
Lan Tang reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the comic in the player's hand, as if he felt sorry for not being able to burn other people's books.
He then took a book from the coffee table and threw it into the fireplace without any care.
Fushimi Kyoji saw out of the corner of his eye that there were marks made with a pen on the open pages of the book.
——If there ever comes a day when I am beyond redemption, the fire of hell that burns my soul will cling to me forever.
"What kind of book is it?"
Player: "Well...it's not exactly classic literature, but it's quite interesting."
Fushimi Kyoji's interest in it mainly comes from the novelty of reading comics in the game.
Seeing that Lan Tang was listening, the player simply opened the comic and read the dialogue to him vividly.
"Hehe, I'll take Mamiko's birthday chocolate."
“Ah~ Suzuki-kun—”
Lan Tang: “…”
"It's my fault for not understanding Mamiko's heart in time."
"Suzuki-kun..."
Lan Tang: “…”
"...Read me some poetry." He said this after a long silence.
"oh!"
The player's recitation was limited to "reciting", using a flat tone and reading out the text dryly.
If you are afraid of the cold, it would be more cost-effective to buy charcoal than to buy books to burn, right?
Listening to the crackling sound of the burning fireplace, the player thought distractedly.
After reading for a while, the player felt a little bored and put down the book because he hadn't heard Lan Tang's voice for a long time.
The other person was curled up in a sofa that was not suitable for his body size, covered with a thick blanket, with his eyes closed calmly, and his face looked a little bloody in the light of the fire.
Are you asleep?
The player put down the book in his hand, made no sound, and tiptoed to leave Lan Tang's residence.
At the same time the door was closed, a barely audible sound mixed with a sigh was heard.
"From the moment I chose to burn books to keep warm, all those beautiful poems that could soothe the soul were gone from me."
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