Chapter 147

The sky in Yokohama is often a transparent blue. When the cruise ship is parked on the water, you can clearly see the Ferris wheel next to the Bay Bridge.

The talks with the Port Mafia went unexpectedly smoothly.

Both of them chose to skip the memories and introduced themselves as if they were meeting for the first time. Morio's speech and behavior were as unhurried as the sea breeze blowing on his face. He didn't look like a powerful mafia boss, but more like a gentle and elegant neighbor elder.

Land transactions, industrial development, competition and cooperation... After several contracts were signed, the negotiation atmosphere was polite and friendly. Inevitably, there were some details that could not be finalized, and they were all very generous in seeking common ground while reserving differences.

This abnormal attitude forced Kono Seiryoshi to look at Moriou a few more times.

It's really strange. A few days ago, Mori-style company didn't have such an easy-going attitude.

Sensing his vigilance, Mori Ogai's smile showed a hint of helplessness. He folded his hands and looked at the sea for a while before he spoke slowly: "Kuno-kun, in your eyes, is the scenery of Yokohama still the same as before?"

Gongye Shengliang was stunned.

Because he was deeply impressed, he quickly recalled the conversation he had with Mori Ougai before they parted.

【“I have no right to judge whether the “Three Moments Concept” is good or bad, but I agree with one point.”】

“This is indeed a beautiful city.”

The scenery is naturally the same, but the human heart has changed.

He was slightly absent-minded, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes, reflecting the sea surface, were rippling with clear ripples.

After a moment, he turned to Mori Owl and smiled faintly: "Mr. Mori, have you gotten used to this kind of scenery?"

Mori Ogai showed no dissatisfaction with his question-and-answer session, and nodded amiably: "No matter how long you look at it, you will never get bored. This is the charm of this city."

Kono Seiryoshi was noncommittal: "I heard that if you look at the same thing every day, you won't be able to notice changes even if there are any."

His expression suddenly faded. "...It seems that people are always careless sometimes."

The waves are still.

Kono Seira quietly reminded him, "Mr. Mori, this is no longer Yokohama."

Mori Ou paused with his folded fingers stilled, turned his eyes to the side, and his heart suddenly sank.

The cruise ship was surrounded by the boundless ocean, and the Yokohama Port, which should have been within sight, had disappeared without a trace.

The person sitting opposite him was not affected by this bizarre scene at all. He blew away the tea foam and took a sip of the red tea. His eyebrows and eyes still showed the frail shadow of his past, but he had already gotten rid of the constraints of those days.

Using inducement and coercion to turn the tables, even though the two sides are now on opposite sides, Sen Ouwai couldn't help but sincerely admire this as a good move.

The gray-haired young man put down his teacup and said gently, "Don't worry, Mr. Mori. Three quarters is still three quarters. The sea breeze from Xisili will not stay in Yokohama for long."

"But the wind comes and goes freely and no one can interfere, right?"

There are no permanent friends, nor permanent enemies. They all understand this principle.

The cruise ship floating alone on the sea seemed to be forgotten by the world. After a long silence, Mori Owl's tense shoulders finally relaxed helplessly.

He sighed deeply, his eyes and eyebrows showing a rare trace of fatigue, and mentioned another matter: "Recently, I have been having a recurring dream."

"In my dream, it was the day you were kidnapped by the psychic from Zhonghui, Kimino-kun."

Gongye Shengliang frowned.

Mori Ogai continued to talk to himself, "Ten hours after I lost contact with you, Leibo Street, the Bay Bridge, and... the five buildings of the Port Mafia, exploded at the same time without any warning."

"To be precise, it was the disaster that destroyed Yokohama."

Mori Ou said in a low voice, "In my dream, I searched for solutions over and over again, but I could not find any."

"After repeating it for the seventeenth time, I suddenly realized that there was no solution."

It was the cause and effect he had planted with his own hands. The so-called dream was only a hair's breadth away from reality.

Anyone who takes away what is important to others will one day have his or her own most precious things taken away from him or her.

Unfortunately, he had always regarded this as a necessary sacrifice.

Gongye Shengliang lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Whether it was Zhonghui or Mimic, he wanted to question Mori Ougai - is this really the only way? Do you really have to do this to survive? To what extent will the so-called "optimal solution" be satisfied?

There is no point in saying more.

Since he didn't say anything at that time, thinking about it now would only add to my troubles. It's not a pleasant memory that can be dug out and displayed.

Kono Seiryoshi took a sip of tea and thought aimlessly about how to respond.

You can comfort Mori Ogai by saying that dreams are the opposite of what they actually are and Yokohama won't get angry even if you blow up the nut. Or should you be more practical and recommend a doctor to him?

But Shamar may not be willing to treat men in their forties.

After thinking for a long time, Gongye Shengliang sighed and said, "Please accept my condolences."

Mori Owl: "..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, perhaps wanting to laugh, but couldn't.

At the end of the meeting, the black-haired man extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Kouno-kun."

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There was only one person left on the cruise ship, and the port that had disappeared came back into view. Mori Ogai sat still in the chair, the black tea in front of him had already gone cold.

The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared beside him, puffed up her face angrily and punched him, "I'm holding it in so much, why don't you let me out!"

"Sorry, sorry, Alice-chan." His thoughts were interrupted, and Mori Ogai immediately changed to a pitiful expression, and was about to open his mouth to please -

“So it’s hidden here.”

A strange and light-hearted boy's voice sounded from behind, "Assassination is not difficult."

Bang!

Alice, who was still in a bad mood a second ago, now looked extremely cold. She changed her clothes in an instant, and the huge needle in her hand cut through the metal side of the ship like mud.

But there was nothing behind the side of the ship.

Mori Ougai's expression was equally cold. He had a scalpel sticking out of his sleeve and was looking at the sea in front of him with a gloomy look.

The boy's slightly sarcastic voice had long been blown away by the wind, leaving only a faint sea mist.

The man knew very well in his heart that the murderous intent that made his hair stand on end at that moment was definitely not his illusion.

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When Kono Seiryoshi returned to the ground, he felt a long-lost feeling of emotion.

No matter how luxurious a cruise ship is, it cannot hide the fact that it is a ship floating on the water. The shaking is not large but continuous, and you will feel dizzy as soon as you relax.

Fortunately, I found external help in advance. It’s good to have external plug-ins.

He sat on the bench and rested for a while. When he had almost recovered his strength, he saw a frog-headed man walking slowly across the square with two marshmallows in his hand. It was Fran, who was supposed to be in Sicily.

That's right! Kono Seira's plan is to pay Varian's famous money enthusiast and illusionist Mammon to create a proportional illusion double of Fran, pretending to be on the mission seriously.

As for why Fran doesn't do his own stand-in, it's because he can get better service by spending money! Mammon can also help when Scuola is on the ridge.

Kono Seiryoshi took the marshmallow and said, "Thank you for your help, Fran. Ah, strawberry flavor."

The marshmallow was too big and it was easy to get on his face when he ate it. He held it in one hand and ate it bite by bite with a bamboo stick.

"My ears really need a vacation after being forced to listen to the stupid captain's 100-decibel roar every day." Fran sat down next to him and yawned. "Where to go next?"

"Today's work is over. You can go home directly or stay for a walk." Kouno Seiryo looked at his phone. "It will be sunny for the next few hours."

Fran bit the marshmallow stick and let out a long "hmm" sound, staring at the sky for a while. "Let's go home. It seems that accidents are prone to happen on the streets of Yokohama."

Five minutes ago, he had returned to his job and threatened the local boss. It would be bad if he was retaliated by petty-minded adults while walking.

Kouno Seira nodded: "Okay, let's take a day off first."

On the way back, when Kono Seiji was typing with a serious look on his face for the third time, Fran silently raised her cell phone and clicked it at him.

When Kono Seiryoshi heard the voice, he looked up in surprise. Fran had already put away his phone, put his hands behind his back, and whistled as if nothing had happened.

He understood and stuck out his tongue a little embarrassedly, "Sorry, I just discussed tomorrow's schedule with someone." He quickly assured, "Let's go home and play games! But don't stay up late."

Fran narrowed his eyes slightly, then returned to his usual expressionless look and nodded: "Me picked up a few new games... By the way, don't you need to go find those friends when you come to Yokohama?"

"They are all busy, and I have work to do as well." Kono Seiryo pinched his chin and thought, "I want a more normal meeting."

Let's just forgive him for the previous emergency.

After returning home, Fran got into the kotatsu with ease. Although it is not the season to heat the room, Fran, who has lived in France and Italy for a long time, likes this Japanese kotatsu very much and calls it "a must-see attraction that you will regret not visiting."

The stove was ready, snacks and drinks were ready, and games were ready. The two of them tried a certain adventure game that was very popular recently, and soon became addicted to it.

I don’t know how long it took before the clearance CG was finally released. After going through many trials and tribulations, the hero and heroine finally reconciled and kissed passionately 360 degrees under the blooming fireworks.

Two people outside the screen: "..."

It didn't say it was a couple mode before I played it?

Fran reached out and poked the empty snack basket, then fell back and lay down with her arms and legs spread out, sighing, "I'm a little hungry."

Kono Seiryoshi looked out the window at the night sky lit up with neon lights and said, "It's already nine o'clock in the evening after all."

Having just finished playing games, they were both excited and tired and didn't want to cook, so they simply opened the food delivery app.

Just when I was having trouble making a choice, a caller ID popped up on my phone.

Kono Seira answered the call in surprise: "Mr. Kunikida, what can I do for you?"

The person on the other end of the line breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his voice, but soon became serious again: "It's like this, regarding your commission, the detective agency has made some new discoveries and would like to discuss it with you."

"It's hard to explain over the phone. We'll go over there right away."

"Now?" Kono Seira's eyes widened. "From Yokohama?"

It takes an hour on the road.

Franca, who was lying under the stove, noticed something, but didn't say anything and just pricked up his ears.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Kunikida spoke again, his voice was heavy and distorted, "No, I'm in Tokyo. Besides me, there are others..."

"And," he said through gritted teeth, "that Dazai guy."

The author has something to say:

When I wrote about Fran and Shengliang being hungry after playing games, I was hungry too... I got out of bed and ordered takeout.