Chapter 133

The Armed Detective Agency's staff dormitory is an old two-story apartment building located in the bustling Yokohama City. The surroundings seem desolate. Abandoned cars are lying on the uncut lawn in front of the house, and the trees on the corner of the yard are lush and leafy.

In front of the window of the room on the second floor, Gong Ye Shengliang was looking at the bright silver leaves outside the yard while talking on the phone with a technician.

He murmured, "The earliest possible time is next week... OK, I got it. Please let me know if there is any progress."

After discussing a series of details, the technician curiously asked, "Is this required for work in Japan?"

Kono Seiryoshi hummed, "Some, but mainly for personal use."

"Personally, I'll go back and test it again." The technician said calmly, "After all, it's an instrument that acts on the brain. The rejection reaction is probably similar to a brain CT scan. Don't worry too much."

The strength of the Vongola technical department is still very trustworthy, and Kono Seiryoshi has experienced it deeply. Since the technician said so, it is certain that it will not cause too much harm to the body.

He smiled and said, "Then please..."

Before he finished speaking, the floor suddenly shook violently. During the shaking, I don't know if I accidentally pressed the hang-up button or there was a problem with the signal, the call was abruptly interrupted.

Kono Seira thought there was an earthquake. The small tea table on the tatami was shaken all over the place, and the few pieces of furniture all fell to the ground. But he squatted under the window and was forced to hold on to the window frame. He saw that the tree outside was still standing quietly in the corner of the wall, and the arc of its branches was not affected at all.

In the chaos, he seemed to hear a frightened "Ah!!" from next door.

What’s going on…?

The word "enemy attack" popped up in his mind, and while Gongye Shengliang was stunned, the wooden door panel, which was not very strong to begin with, was suddenly broken by something, and a dagger with a scarlet dark light broke through the air and hit him in the face!

The most intuitive judgment is that there is no way to avoid it.

There was a buzzing sound in Kono Seiryoshi's head, and at that moment, it seemed as if his heart had stopped beating.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a burning and stinging sensation on his face. He couldn't tell if it was bleeding or not. The tip of the knife flashed with a cold light and pointed directly at his pupils. The gust of wind cut off a few strands of his hair.

The next second, the dagger was like a puppet with its strings cut. It lost its power source, fell to the floor and rolled twice.

The phone in his hand began to vibrate again. It was the technician. Gongye Shengliang calmed down and pressed the answer button. The moment he opened his mouth to answer, his heart suddenly started beating again.

The person on the other end didn't know what was going on, so he asked with concern, "The call just got disconnected. Is everything ok over there, Mr. Kimino?"

“…”

Gongye Shengliang looked at the dagger that almost cut him, and felt it was hard to say that everything was fine.

He paused and said, "...Nothing, the signal here seems to be not very good."

The technician breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. I've written down all the requirements mentioned in the last call. If you have any additional questions, please call me anytime."

"By the way, just a side question, when will you be back from your business trip?"

At.

覀．

The technician waited quietly for several seconds, but heard nothing except the slightly chaotic sound of electrical current. Just when he was wondering if the network was stuck again, he heard a short gasp.

Then, he heard Kimino-kun, who was kind and popular in the headquarters, speaking intermittently: "Sorry, I have something to do here... Let's talk next time!"

…

Gong Ye Shengliang hung up the phone in a hurry, but didn't know how to react next.

He was kneeling on the tatami when he answered the phone, and now he can't stand up even if he wants to.

The anxious and rapid breathing approached from the back of the neck to the earlobes. The waist and shoulders were tightly gripped with an almost ferocious force, cutting off any escape route.

Gongye Shengliang's body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move, and his eyelashes drooped in confusion.

He whispered: "...Chuya."

The person hugging him from behind suddenly stopped breathing, and then he was held in his arms even more forcefully and tightly, as if he wanted to embed himself into his bones and flesh, pressing him so hard that he gradually couldn't breathe.

Kono Seiryoshi had no choice but to raise his hand to push away the auburn-haired young man's arm, and it was a little difficult to speak: "Chuuya...?"

When he touched the back of his hand, he was startled by the temperature he felt through the layer of fabric.

The person behind him hummed softly in response, then took hold of his hand, reducing the force slightly.

Nakahara Chuuya said in a hoarse voice: "...Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"The first time I thought it was an illusion, the second time I just wanted to kill him." There was a slight tremor in his voice, with a kind of panic relief, "...Luckily it stopped."

Self-blame, regret, remorse... these emotions are so thick that they cannot be dissolved and they all flood into my heart.

The orange-ochre head buried itself behind Kono Seiyoshi's back in despair, "You can scold me if you want. But no matter how much you scold me, I will not let go."

Kouno Seiryoshi opened his mouth and whispered, "...No."

In this situation, he was too embarrassed to say that he also regarded the other party as an illusion. As for the incident just now, he was not injured, but the military police dormitory that was innocently implicated was in a mess as if it had been robbed.

He thought for a moment, and once again covered the burning back of her hand through his gloves, patting it gently as if to comfort her: "Sorry for disappearing and reappearing so suddenly."

Nakahara Chuuya paused, then immediately held his hand back.

The shackles around his waist gradually loosened. Gongye Shengliang turned his head slightly and could see the clear outline of the ochre-haired young man in the moonlight.

Nakahara Chuuya had a stern face and his jaw was straightened. "Let me check it out."

He thought he acted calm and rational, and was no longer the reckless boy he used to be. He had no idea that his eyes were already red from holding back his anger.

Inspection. Gongye Shengliang was stunned. What inspection?

Before he could figure it out, the face in front of him suddenly enlarged and their noses almost bumped into each other.

He stepped back subconsciously, but his neck was held down without him noticing, and the touch seemed to be magnified several times. He could even imagine in his mind the fine patterns on the surface of the satin gloves rubbing back and forth on that small area.

Nakahara Chuuya did not notice his discomfort and his expression was extremely focused - he seemed to really want to "check" something through that thin layer of skin.

Kono Seiryoshi could probably guess what he was looking for, and tried to straighten out his words, "If it's something like a tattoo, it's gone, and it won't be there again."

Even though they were so close, Nakahara Chuuya seemed not to hear anything.

The not-so-strong pulse was steady and regular. The open collar revealed the clavicle, and a small shadow was embedded in the concave part of the upper part. The light was dim, and the boundary between the continuous porcelain white and the shadow was unclear. An abrupt black appeared in the field of vision, covering the slender neck.

Nakahara Chuuya was stunned for several seconds before realizing that it was his gloved hand.

He was startled, then he realized the awkward look on the other person's face, hesitating to speak, his breathing stagnated, and he hurriedly let go of his hand.

"Um, ahem! Sorry, I was distracted just now..." Nakahara Chuuya tried to explain, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Feeling the temperature rising on his face, he closed his mouth in anger.

——Damn it! Isn't this just no progress at all!!

Just as he finished the inspection, Gongye Shengliang buttoned up his shirt, hiding his thoughts and thinking about how to start talking.

After a long silence, Nakahara Chuuya finally turned around. His long ochre hair fell on his left shoulder, and the curly hair on both sides barely covered his red ears.

He was determined to say something, but suddenly his eyebrows jumped and he took out his cell phone from his coat. After taking a look, his brows furrowed even deeper.

From his expression, I can guess that it's work-related. Yes, Dazai said that Chuuya was supposed to be on a business trip.

It seems that there is no chance to talk about it...Kuno Seiryoshi felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. While thinking, he saw Nakahara Chuuya put his phone back in his pocket, leaving it vibrating non-stop.

The ochre-haired young man stood in the middle of the room, looking around the dormitory that looked like it had been bombed, and his expression became subtle.

Kono Seiryoshi tilted his head and looked at him: "Is work not a big deal?"

Nakahara Chuuya paused and looked away as if nothing had happened: "Fortunately, Akutagawa went over to take care of it."

However, if an officer openly abandons his mission and leaves the scene, I am afraid only the leader has the authority to deal with it.

He will not dodge the punishment he deserves, but the boss should understand and maybe even congratulate him... Nakahara Chuuya thought randomly, with a smile in his eyes that he couldn't control.

...Ahem! Anyway, this room is too shabby. The previous house has not been occupied for a long time, and the hotel is not safe. It would be better to...

"Chuuya, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"……Um?"

His thoughts were interrupted before he could even think about them. When Nakahara Chuuya looked into those calm golden eyes, the smile on his lips had not yet faded, so he quickly coughed to cover it up, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Gong Ye Shengliang didn't dare to look at him, his eyelashes drooped low: "At that time, I really died once, and I never thought that I would see you again."

"If there's any difference, it's probably that I knew I was going to die from the beginning."

The ochre-haired young man's relaxed expression froze and he stood there in a daze.

"Even though I knew I was leaving, I selfishly changed a lot of things and left irresponsibly... It's too much for someone to live with painful memories."

Nakahara Chuuya's eyes flashed with a rare panic, and he raised his voice to interrupt, "Why are you talking about this now! You're back, aren't you?"

"As long as it's you, as long as it's still you, that's enough!"

In his haste to confess, he had no idea what he had said in the confusion.

Gongye Shengliang shook his head gently at him.

Of course it was different. He had a rough idea of ​​what Mori Ou might say to him.

The change of identity and status will involve the best-kept secrets among several organizations.

But these are not the main points.

Although the confidentiality involved is troublesome, it is not without a solution. It will be easier to deal with with the addition of supernatural powers. Contracts, letters of agreement, negotiation contracts, hundreds of thousands of items, will completely bury the secrets that should not be exposed.

Feelings are the most cruel thing, and this cannot be compensated for in any way, so we can only settle for the next best thing.

Gongye Shengliang asked softly:

"If you could forget everything that happened in the past... would you be willing?"

…

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In another room on the second floor of the dormitory, the movement of the "earthquake" naturally did not go unnoticed.

Nakajima Atsushi was feeling very uneasy. This was clearly his room, but now he just wanted to escape by jumping out of the window.

On his left is Izumi Kagami, who is holding a dagger and looking alert - fortunately, Kagami is also very serious and dedicated today.

To his right was Dazai Osamu, who had been lying on the tatami for an hour and had not moved. Wait, Mr. Dazai, don’t you have your own dormitory? !

The black-haired young man with eagle eyes has not spoken much since he entered the house. He first casually flipped through the "Complete Suicide Manual" that he regarded as a treasure, then put on headphones and closed his eyes to rest. Now he is huddled in the corner without even raising his head. I wonder if he has fallen asleep.

It was late at night and they hadn't had dinner yet. Nakajima Atsushi rubbed his rumbling stomach and took out the only two remaining boxes of pudding from the closet. He gave one to Kyoka first and walked towards Dazai Osamu with the remaining box.

"Well, Mr. Dazai, would you like to eat something first?" he asked tentatively.

"……Um?"

Dazai Osamu answered him a little late, speaking in a normal tone, "You and Kyoka can eat."

Nakajima Atsushi nodded subconsciously, but it was not until he sat cross-legged in front of the small coffee table and tore open the pudding package that he suddenly started and turned his head to look at the young man in the corner.

Dazai Osamu buried his head between his knees. He had nowhere to put his long legs, so he had to bend them. He looked quite pitiful.

But Nakajima Atsushi was sure that he was not mistaken - just now, Mr. Dazai was smiling, right?