Chapter 131: In Yokohama, please keep an eye on Randou-kun for me, Fushimi...
"Originally, there was no need for Fushimi to start working so quickly."
Mori Ogai opens the game by telling players about the dire situation of the Port Mafia in a slightly helpless tone.
"Unfortunately, this is a critical period for the Port Mafia, and the manpower available is very limited."
"Don't be nervous. This is something every member will experience and it won't be beyond their individual capabilities," he reassured.
The player raised their hand curiously, "Dazai and Chuuya aren't you coming with me?"
In fact, Mori Ogai summoned the players alone, and Dazai Osamu or Nakahara Chuuya were not seen in the leader's office, which basically confirmed it.
"I'll assign Chuuya-kun a suitable mission later." Mori Ogai's smile deepened, his eyes twinkling. "As for Dazai-kun, his first mission... has already been completed perfectly."
"Then, in the name of the leader, I will give you your first mission after joining the Port Mafia." The gentle tone subtly changed to the tone of command a leader gives to his subordinates.
An insider profile of a Port Mafia member was pushed in front of the player.
This is……
"Mr. Lan Tang?" The player recognized the other party's identity as soon as he saw the photo above.
"Oh, is he an acquaintance?" Mori Ogai's eyes widened slightly, arching their sides deliberately. "If Fushimi and Randou-kun knew each other before, that would make things easier."
Based on their experience, the player reasonably speculated: "Could it be that... Mr. Lan Tang is a rat sent by the police to the port mafia?"
"Well, there's currently no evidence pointing to Lan Tangjun being an undercover agent."
Should we just call the official organization "tiaozi"?
Mori Ogai thought silently, this is probably a derogatory term used only by the previous leader...
"Hey, is that because Mr. Lantang is planning to betray the Port Mafia and wants me to go...?"
Mori Ogai looked at his new subordinate and suggested that he run his hand across his neck from left to right: "..."
"I don't think we need to go that far just yet," Mori Ogai said subtly, gazing at the player with the resigned gaze of a junior. "Besides, when we initially invited Fushimi to join the Port Mafia, we never considered him doing something like this."
"To me, it's an unbearable waste to fill my subordinates into mediocre positions that can be replaced by anyone."
"How much does Fushimi know about Randou-kun?" He paused and asked something else.
Fushimi Kyoji was unsure about the key words he had for his impression of Rando:
'I love books'
'Fear of cold'
Mori Ogai hummed, "Do you have any preference on the style of books?"
"Eh... something thicker?" the player said uncertainly.
Mori Ogai: ...?
Mori Ogai calmed himself down and explained what had initially drawn his attention to Randou: "After I took over and obtained information on all the esper members of the Port Mafia, I discovered Randou-kun."
He tapped his index finger lightly on the "Coloring Book" written behind the column for supernatural powers.
"The available information indicates that Lan Tangjun joined the Port Mafia when the previous leader was still alive. He possesses special abilities, but has never been given a high position."
As he spoke, Mori Ogai's speech slowed down slightly.
When the player looked at him, his pair of flowing purple eyes were looking at her. After noticing that the player was looking at him, he continued speaking without audible pause.
Is it reminding players that there are doubts?
"Well, the previous leader's impending death caused a lot of trouble for the Port Mafia. Now the Port Mafia is completely short of both manpower and funds."
Mori Ogai couldn't tell who he was complaining to, but he looked at him intently with an unvarnished gaze: "If there were someone with a clean record available at this time, it would be a lifesaver."
What he meant was that he didn't want to let go of Lan Tang, the buried "pearl in the ocean".
"Lan Tangjun is my preferred candidate for cadre. If nothing unexpected happens, he will become one of the top five cadres of the Port Mafia."
The man's face was shrouded in shadow, his hands folded beneath his chin. "I need you to experience for yourself whether Lan Tang-jun is worthy of the Port Mafia's trust."
The official attitude only lasted for a very short time, as Guangjin Liulang knocked on the door and asked for instructions.
Mori Ogai let in.
"Usually when a new member is introduced to the Port Mafia, the senior who led him will give him something of his own."
Mori Ogai turned his head and smiled at the player: "Well, let's just call it an internal custom."
"Based on how long he's known Fushimi, Mr. Hirotsu is a very suitable candidate."
Hirotsu Liulang, who stood by as still as a statue, heard his name mentioned and replied respectfully, his expression unchanged, "It is true that I have known Miss Fushimi for a long time. However, I cannot say that I am a guide, nor do I deserve the title of a guide."
He stroked his beard and stood aside without saying anything.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at Mori Ogai strangely.
If you have to choose someone who leads the player to join the Port Mafia.
Isn't that person Mori Ogai...
Mori Ogai held his finger, pondered for a moment, and asked the player's opinion: "If you don't mind, I can do it for you."
"Hmm...but I can't think of anything to give Fushimi right now. Perhaps I could get the person's opinion?"
After asking, Fushimi Kyoki learned that it is usually a symbol related to clothing that can represent the port mafia at a glance.
Dazai Osamu himself got Mori Ogai's coat - but unfortunately the player already had one.
Wearing two coats would be too overwhelming and flowery.
The player thought carefully, searching in her mind what she wanted from Mori Ogai.
"Hey, if it's possible..."
The player looked around, his gaze shifting back and forth between Mori Ogai himself, before finally deciding on his choice and speaking forcefully:
"Then please, Mr. Mori, leave this person, who means so much to you and is always by your side, to me, your right-hand man."
Alice, who was lying on the carpet and drawing on paper, looked up. Her eyes widened with every word the player said.
Mori Ogai couldn't help but look surprised.
"Oh, I can't leave this child..." He hesitated, pretending to have a headache.
Players at the same time: "...your scalpel."
"That child?" Fushimi Kyoji blinked.
Mori Ogai repeated silently: "Knife?"
Before the player could figure it out, Mori Ogai suppressed his slight surprise and readily agreed to the request.
"But, I remember that Fushimi should be better at using guns?"
After receiving a nod from the player, Mori Ogai pondered, "If there's no plan to switch to throwing weapons in the short term, this sword will just be a decorative item for Fushimi."
He feigned a sigh and indicated that the player could make one more request of him.
"Huh? Are there any limits?"
By the way, can I be the leader of the port mafia?
Mori Ogai smiled and said vaguely, "Of course I'll refuse anything beyond my ability. Please think it over carefully."
Despite saying so, the pair of eyes that kept flickering with unknown meanings kept staring at the player.
...making such a proposal is tantamount to willingly spending a fortune, as if the expectation of what players will be interested in outweighs the possible cost.
Does this... conflict with my previous attitude of crying poor? The player thought dazedly.
Fushimi Kyoji could see Hirotsu Ryulang standing next to him out of the corner of his eye.
He waited for Mori Ogai's next instruction, so he did not retreat immediately.
I remember that Mori Ogai mentioned Hirotsu Yanagirami earlier. The 'Black Lizard' was the first member of the Port Mafia that players came into contact with.
Also thinking of...
The player met Hirotsu Liulang's eyes behind the monocle and gave him a firm look in return.
Seeing Hirotsu Liulang's bewildered look, the player suddenly turned to Mori Ogai and said, "I hope the Port Mafia can set up a special subsidy for girls' comics!"
Guangjin Liulang's beard twitched slightly: "..."
He told the cartoonist who came to Black Lizard for material that he had read his work, but it was just a polite greeting.
Tactless child!
Mori Ogai's gaze swept across the determined and bitter faces of his two subordinates, and he chuckled softly, "Sure! The spiritual pursuit of members is also very important. How about setting up a library within the Port Mafia?"
The decision was easily made while Mori Ogai was muttering to himself.
Fushimi Kyoki was still a little unsure about the details of the task assigned to her by Mori Ogai.
——The only drawback of the increased realism in accepting tasks is suspected to be.
That is, it is impossible to repeatedly confirm the requirements in the task bar, which is not very friendly to players with poor memory.
"Shh..." At the same time the player asked, Mori Ogai made a gesture to silence him.
Guangjin Liulang tactfully took the initiative to leave.
After the players and Alice were the only ones left nearby, he regained his usual composure. "To be precise, we can just focus some of our attention on Lan Tang-kun. There's no need to deliberately approach him."
"As for this behavior... surveillance, supervision, inspection. You can define it however you want."
Perhaps he found this statement too general and difficult to understand.
Mori Ogai tilted his head and offered a more relaxed suggestion: "Fushimi needs to decide for himself how to deal with Randou-kun."
He pulled out the scalpel he carried with him, and the blade, which clearly reflected a human figure, also reflected a pair of bottomless eyes.
Mori Ogai's eyes narrowed, and the purple in his reflection disappeared.
"Whether it's colleagues or friends... in essence, it's just a name changed."
He extended the scalpel blade inward, smiled faintly, and the aura of the port mafia leader stagnated.
A look of gentleness that was more familiar to the players appeared on Mori Ogai's face, which was still the same as when he was a black doctor in the clinic.
“There’s no need to understand the meaning of these words immediately.”
The player took the scalpel, which was faintly reflecting a cold light, from Mori Ogai's hand.
"Good boy." He took his hand back and praised.
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