Chapter 134
After Kono Seiryoshi asked that question, there was no response for a long time.
The moonlight outside the window was blocked by clouds, and inside the window, the face of the ochre-haired young man was also not in shadow.
Without seeing the facial expression, there is no way to guess what the other person is feeling.
Silence filled the room like noise in a photo, making it hard to breathe.
Staying silent would only make the situation worse, so Kono Seiyoshi pretended to be relaxed and said, "The receiver might make people dizzy for two minutes, but there won't be any other side effects. Then..."
He paused, then continued, "I'll use it with you when the time comes."
Someone can only prove safety through personal experience. If he has missed too many appointments, I am afraid his credit in other people's hearts is not optimistic. Whether for fairness or to prove safety, he should use it first.
But he is unwilling to forget - those memories and emotions, whether painful or happy, can be borne by someone else.
I just don't know if Spana will agree to use his precious invention for such an unreasonable request of "pulling out memories and putting them back"...Konno Sei thought to himself with a smile, if he doesn't agree, he will have to ask the tenth generation for help.
After a while, Zhongyuan Chuuya finally opened his eyelids.
"...You want to erase my memory?"
In the night when even breathing can be heard, the silence is suddenly torn apart.
"Is my past so bad that the first thing you do when you come back is to get rid of it?"
Nakahara Chuuya questioned, staring directly into those golden eyes that were wide open and trembling.
The ochre-haired young man seemed to be burning with anger and disappointment, and his eyes were so cold that they were almost inorganic.
He took a step forward, and the wooden floor beneath his feet suddenly creaked in pain as if it could not bear the weight, but was forcibly controlled to a level that would not break.
Nakahara Chuuya pressed on: "Answer me, do you want to do this?"
He asked this, and the ending of his words made Gongye Shengliang's heart suddenly sad.
"no……"
No, he never thought about it that way.
He was trapped on the narrow tatami by an invisible pressure, his wrist was grabbed, forcing him to raise his head and meet the eyes of the young man standing in front of him.
The increasing pain in his wrist reminded Gong Ye Shengliang that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.
Confusion appeared in his eyes, and it grew instead of diminishing. "... middle."
"But I am not, and I will never be, Mutsugu Kono."
The grip on his wrist stiffened.
"I am no longer called this name, I have other identities and social connections, and I will not return to the Port Mafia. Tomorrow morning, I will leave Yokohama."
What's more.
Kouno Seiryo murmured: "...I no longer have any special abilities."
The source of all the memories has long since disappeared.
If his special ability was still there, he wouldn't have to go to the Vongola headquarters to borrow the memory extraction machine.
Although it was troublesome to use and the conditions for use were very strict, after learning that he had superpowers, he thought, "I can do something for them," and he was more or less grateful.
Without super powers, he would be the same person who is always passive and has to work twice as hard.
"I wish that kind of supernatural power was gone!!"
His wrist tightened and Nakahara Chuuya interrupted him almost rudely.
Before Kono Seiryoshi could come to his senses, he saw Chuuya seemed to immediately react to his own gaffe. The young man took a deep breath, but still couldn't help but ruffle his hair in annoyance.
"It's fine if you change your name. I've used a lot of fake identities when I was on business trips. It's okay if you don't return to the Port Mafia. As long as you are happy with your current job, that's fine. Of course, I'll be the first to welcome you back when you come back."
"If your supernatural power is gone, it's gone. It's not a good thing. Even if it's not gone, I won't let you use it again. This saves you a lot of trouble."
"I have to leave Yokohama tomorrow morning... It's okay, I can come find you."
Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a few seconds, and his blue eyes that looked at me deeply were startlingly bright in the night: "I say this just to tell you that you can do whatever you want."
"...But," he took a deep breath and squeezed out the second half of the sentence through gritted teeth, "Don't say something like "erase the memory and forget the past" - such stupid things!"
"If you really want to make it up to me," he turned his head away, his voice dull, "then you should attach more importance to yourself in other people's hearts."
...Eh.
Kono Seiryoshi looked at him blankly.
To be honest, it's a bit of information overload.
When did Chuuya know about the side effects of his powers? What does "take yourself more seriously" mean? And the words in between are just like -
It's like I'd risked everything to keep him.
The light was dim, and he could see the young man's wrinkled brows, sharp eyes, pursed thin lips, and a face that was slightly flushed, perhaps out of shame or anger.
When their eyes met, for a moment, Kono Seiryoshi wanted to cheat and run away.
Cheating was impossible. Even though the heavy feeling pressing on his body had long since disappeared, he could only stay where he was, unable to move a single step.
"What's with that expression?" Nakahara Chuuya held his forehead and laughed helplessly, "Did I say something hard to understand?"
Kono Seiryoshi didn't know what his expression was, and he couldn't even imagine it. He could only look down and look away in embarrassment, and answered truthfully: "...I'm sorry, I'm not sure either."
"Stop apologizing."
A hand slowly and firmly lifted his face, and the slightly rough touch rubbed his cheek, feeling a little itchy.
Nakahara Chuuya asked in a low voice: "What's your answer?"
Kono Seiryo pursed his lips, and with confidence, he spoke first: "The memories of Kazuka are very important to me. I have never thought of getting rid of them."
"And...I won't disappear again."
No one can be sure of the future, and he rarely makes such vague promises.
But at this moment, I suddenly had the courage to challenge "forever".
"I've made a note of this. Next time, I will catch you back even if you run to the ends of the earth," said Nakahara Chuuya.
Although he said harsh words, his eyes were serious and gentle.
The buzzing of the cell phone broke the atmosphere. Zhong Yuan, who was still immersed in joy, was stunned and his face visibly sank.
It seems that this is a job that cannot be turned down, and Kono Seiryoshi understands it very well.
His legs were numb from kneeling for too long, and he stood up slowly from the tatami, feeling a little worried.
The cell phone he just used belonged to the detective agency. He didn't know where his previous cell phone was lost, and the chances of getting it back were slim. It was likely that the number was no longer usable.
Thinking of this, he quickly typed a line of words and handed the screen to Nakahara Chuuya.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was caught in the dilemma of choosing between the leader's urgent summons and his personal feelings, did not understand at first and asked with a puzzled look.
Kono Seiryoshi pointed with his fingertips and said, "This is where I live now. I won't just run away."
The next second, Nakahara Chuuya suddenly started coughing and his face turned red.
He couldn't help but steal a glance at the address and tried to remain calm: "Well, I'll visit when I have time."
Kono Seira narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll prepare tea and snacks anytime."
…
The current officers of the Port Mafia left the hostile organization's simple dormitory building, looking back every few steps, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
After watching the other person disappear around the corner, Gongye Shengliang turned around, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"
This room...seems uninhabitable.
The sink escaped the disaster because it was embedded too tightly into the wall. Gongye Shengliang avoided the chandelier that was only connected by a wire, looked at the door panel with a hole in it with fear and horror, sighed, and first restored the overturned coffee table and cabinet to its original position.
But the old cupboard door couldn't bear the weight, and before it could be touched, it creaked loudly and died.
There were scattered items on the floor: several thick rolls of unopened bandages, two flyers from nearby businesses that were randomly stuffed in, a notebook and a pen, and a small CD player.
The CD player looks old, the paint has faded, and there are a few faint scratches on the glossy surface, but it has been well maintained. The speaker covers, which are most susceptible to dust, are very clean, indicating that it is often used.
Gongye Shengliang didn't want to touch other people's things without permission, but it was not good to just leave them on the ground. He was really not good at it, so he had to pick up the scattered gauze first.
As soon as my fingertips extended out, a hand with a bandage pressed on the CD player.
Gongye Shengliang stopped, with his hand still hanging in the air, not knowing whether to take it back.
Dazai Osamu half-knelt on the ground, expressionlessly wrapped up the remaining sundries with flyers and threw them into the corner, considering that he had finished cleaning up.
A subtle atmosphere spread in the air. Of course, the earthquake was so loud just now, how could the people next door not hear it?
Thinking about it this way, it seems even more embarrassing.
"Aren't you going to ask me? About erasing memories."
A peaceful sound was heard, and there was even a sense of relaxation.
Kono Seira slightly widened his eyes and met Dazai Osamu's eyes that were looking at him. His iris-colored pupils were as clear as if washed with water, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Is the soundproofing so bad? Or...
Kono Seiryoshi felt helpless but also thought, "As expected," it didn't seem strange that someone like Dazai would place a bug in his bedroom.
His fingers dropped and slowly curled up.
Seeing Nakahara Chuuya's intense reaction, even the most slow-witted person should have known that this was not a good idea.
However, if it was Dazai who had been acting strange and resistant all along, he might be willing—
Finally, Kono Seiryoshi lowered his eyes slightly, "...What do you think?"
After waiting for a while, I didn't hear a reply, but suddenly I felt a faint itching on the back of my hand.
Dazai Osamu lowered his head and fiddled with the end of the gauze on his finger. The wound was not painful at all, and in the past half a day, Kono Seiryo had almost forgotten about it. Now that he was being played with like a cat unraveling a ball of thread, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Just when I was at a loss as to what to do, I suddenly heard Dazai Osamu speak: "Are you sure you don't have your supernatural powers anymore?"
The topic changed so abruptly that Gongye Shengliang hesitated for a moment, then nodded after careful consideration.
Dazai Osamu sighed, "Indeed, useless memories just take up space."
"But the details that were missed may come in handy someday, which is really annoying."
"Wait, Dazai...?"
Kono Seira was startled and didn't pay any attention to what Dazai Osamu was talking about.
His back was pressed against the hardwood frame of the closet, with nowhere to retreat. However, the other person continued to lean over him as if unaware of his predicament, until they were so close that their breaths entangled.
The enlarged palm climbed up along the knuckles and forcibly intertwined the fingers.
So close, Dazai Osamu's gaze was deep and unfamiliar, making people's hearts palpitate.
Gongye Shengliang heard his voice with a smile: "What should I do? Can you help me sort it out?"
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