Chapter 157 if-beast
Who is it that dares to provoke the port mafia in public?
Nakahara Chuuya tightened his grip on the tablet and pulled the corners of his mouth together with a forced smile.
I hope that when he finds this person, he can still maintain this admirable courage.
He glanced through the contents of the report again. There was nothing unusual in the surveillance, the list of people entering and leaving had been confirmed, the car that should be investigated the most had been blown into a charred scrap metal, and the person who was most worthy of questioning was also...
Now lying in his house.
Nakahara Chuuya: ...
On the tablet that turned black, in just a few seconds, the color of the ochre-haired man's face changed quite dramatically.
The situation was urgent at the time, so the first thing to do was to rule out the port mafia - Dazai must not be allowed to know the news, as he was afraid that the bastard leader, who had finally become a little more normal, would become mentally ill again.
Secondly, if something happened on their territory, that sinister organization would never let it go if we just sent the people back.
The contract between the two parties is still valid, and the port mafia will suffer losses first. Once the balance is broken, they will not have the upper hand.
Unable to go to either place, his apartment had no choice but to become a temporary safe house.
——Although he analyzed the pros and cons like this after calming down, what Nakahara Chuuya was thinking at the time was actually very simple, which was that this person could not die yet.
At least you can't die so easily.
He stopped the bleeding, called a doctor and a healing psychic, and took the man back home. While the doctor was diagnosing him, he opened the report from his subordinates through a door.
In addition to the sudden accident, there was another thing that Zhongyuan Zhong was very concerned about. Half a second before the explosion, he had a bad feeling and subconsciously used his supernatural power, but for some reason, the supernatural power was delayed. When he wanted to pull the person over, it was already too late.
He tried several more times after that, and gravity still obeyed his control, as if the delay in the accident was just his illusion.
Damn it, Nakahara Chuuya cursed secretly, the people behind this better pray that he won’t find out, otherwise…
The doctor he had captured came out of the room and reported to the senior officers in a low voice: "The external injuries have been treated. There are minor fractures, so just pay attention to your recovery. However, the injuries in other places still need further observation."
Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses, "…Is he awake?"
The doctor nodded quickly.
Seeing this, the ochre-haired young man didn't hesitate and pushed the door open.
Under the cold light, the person half-sitting on the bed was thin, with gauze wrapped around his head. His face was extremely pale due to blood loss. He lowered his head quietly, and did not react when he saw him come in. No one knew what he was thinking.
Nakahara Chuuya stood aside with his arms folded, his tone cold: "Now that you're awake, then-"
He didn't finish his words.
Because the person on the bed was suddenly awakened by his voice, and realized it later, his pupils dilated, but he was shaking in panic.
Nakahara Chuuya frowned, "What?"
He wanted to get closer to observe, but just as he took a step forward, the trembling amplitude of his pupils became even greater, and even his body shook violently, as if he was a roaring man-eating beast.
What happened? Wasn't you fine just now?
Nakahara Chuuya could only stop and patiently said, "The explosion is under investigation and we will give you a result - when do you want to go back?"
"go back……"
The young man repeated his words in a low voice, his voice dry and slow due to lack of water, and confusion in his golden eyes, "Where are you going back to?"
Zhongyuan Zhongya was impatient: "Of course it is——"
etc.
He suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He ignored the injuries on the other person's body and pressed the young man's shoulders, staring into his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Hey, do you remember what happened during the day?"
The thin shoulder bones were firmly locked by Nakahara Chuuya, and he couldn't even escape and shrink. The solemn expression of the ochre-haired young man was clearly reflected in his anxious golden eyes.
The young man endured the pain, dared not speak, and shook his head lightly.
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Very good, let’s punish him.
He let go, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned and left the room.
The door slammed shut, and Nakahara Chuuya grabbed the doctor by the collar and said in a low voice, "What the hell is going on?!"
The doctor did not dare to leave. He was sweating profusely. He held the examination sheet and replied tremblingly, "Master Zhongyuan, if the head is hit and the blood clot compresses the brain nerves, it is possible to cause temporary amnesia. I just said that further observation also includes considerations in this regard..."
Nakahara Chuuya gritted his teeth and said, "I ask you, how can I cure it immediately?"
"Maybe surgery is needed, or a more powerful healing psychic..." the doctor replied tremblingly.
“…”
Nakahara Chuuya irritably shook his hand away and waved at the doctor: "Go back, and remember to keep today's events confidential."
The doctor is overwhelmed.
After pacing silently at the door for a few times, Nakahara Chuuya reluctantly accepted this dramatic reality and searched the Internet seriously for "How to judge whether amnesia is real or fake", "Will the personality of a person with amnesia change", "How to restore memory after amnesia", "What is the probability of restoring memory by knocking on the head"...
The more he looked at it, the worse he felt. He began to regret having asked the doctor to go back.
Nakahara Chuuya put away his phone, bandaged his face, and walked into the room again.
The young man was not frightened this time. Perhaps he had roughly understood his situation during the time he was out. After hearing the noise, he pursed his lips and looked over.
I dared not look directly at her, but let the corners of my eyes droop slightly; my lips were pale in color, and my whole person seemed to have faded, even the color of my half-lidded eyes was lighter than I remembered.
Of course, this could also be the first time that Nakahara Chuuya faced him in the bright light.
"Nakahara Chuuya, my name."
The ochre-haired young man looked down at us and spoke without any emotion: "The situation outside is very complicated. Just in case, you can't leave here. Do you understand?"
He unconsciously spoke in a commanding tone, which was harsh but easy to convince people.
The young man's face turned even paler, and he nodded with all his strength. In fact, in his current state, even if Zhong Yuanzhong didn't tell him, he couldn't get out alone.
"Nakahara... Chuuya..." He murmured in a low voice, his thin eyebrows wrinkled, as if searching for corresponding memories in his mind, but found nothing.
In this situation, hearing his name being spoken in this way by this person, a strange look crossed his face. Before he could adjust himself, he heard the weak voice asking, "Nakahara Chuuya-kun, what is the relationship between you and me?"
It's a relationship that is not familiar at all.
Nakahara Chuuya held down his hat with one hand and did not answer directly: "I won't kill you, but I'm not sure about the people outside."
If he wanted to kill him, he could have done it a long time ago.
It's not like I didn't have the urge to kill him before, but I didn't do it in the end. At that time, I didn't want to use despicable means to assassinate him, but now there's no need.
The results of the explosion have not been investigated yet, and we cannot be sure whether their target is the port mafia or this person. It is always better to be more vigilant.
The young man stared at him blankly, his pupils reflecting the light, as transparent as inorganic glass beads.
After a while, he smiled faintly: "Okay."
"Chuye-kun," he said, his eyes flashing twice, hesitating to speak, his eyes showing hesitation, "What about my name?"
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Fuck, how does he know his name!
Using a code name to fool? The ochre-haired young man frowned, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Do you still remember "Kimino"? Tsk, forget it, anyway, this is your name."
Nakahara Chuuya really didn't want to recall how he knew this name. When he thought about it, he wanted to punch Dazai Osamu in the face.
The gray-haired young man read it twice, still looking confused, and nodded slightly.
Seeing that there was no flaw, Nakahara Chuuya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But...what to do next?
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The next day's regular staff meeting went on as usual except that the leader was absent.
On the way out of the meeting room, Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Kouyo were chatting absentmindedly when the latter suddenly thought of something and asked casually, "Chuuya, did you call a doctor yesterday?"
Nakahara Chuuya paused and hummed.
"The guard of the port warehouse was injured in the fight last night." Nakahara Chuuya pretended to be calm, "How did Sister Hongye know?"
Ozaki Kouyo covered her lips with her sleeves and said, "I happened to be in the infirmary yesterday. I saw the doctor run out with a look of despair on his face. I was just a little curious."
Fortunately, she was not the type to ask questions, and after a few words of concern, she changed the subject. However, Nakahara Chuuya was not in the mood to continue the conversation, so he said a few words and hurried back to the office.
...This guy Dazai really came to his senses at the right time. I won’t scold him today.
Nakahara Chuuya was speechless yet relieved. He slowly sat down, tapping the armrest unconsciously with his gloved fingers.
The seat I'm used to sitting in usually feels a little off today.
Soon, something even more wrong appeared.
Nakahara Chuuya likes dogs and has wanted to have a dog of his own for many years. However, due to his busy work schedule, he has never been able to do so. However, his determination to have a dog is so strong that he has already taken action.
For example, his apartment balcony is fenced in, there are unopened packages of dog food in the cupboard, and there are several types of collars and cages.
In addition, there are surveillance cameras specially installed to observe pets.
When Nakahara Chuuya sat alone in the office with an expressionless face, and connected the surveillance camera that he had never used before, an inexplicable strange feeling once again came over him.
**, why does he act like a perverted voyeur!
He forced himself to focus, his eyes were deep blue, even colder than when he was hunting down traitors.
The doors and windows were locked, all important documents were taken away by him in advance, and meals were delivered on time.
He is not the dark-hearted mackerel like Dazai, and there is no interrogation room in his house. However, no matter how spacious the apartment is, it cannot hide the fact that such a configuration is almost the same as a human body.
The monitor is worthy of its high price. It is silent when turned on and the picture is clear even in dim conditions.
He could even see the tightly closed eyelashes of the person on the bed.
The young man was curled up against the wall, with the quilt covering him tightly, leaving only the tip of his nose exposed. Gongye was sleeping soundly, for more than ten hours straight from last night until now.
According to the medical report, his physical condition is weak but his recovery ability is abnormally strong, otherwise he would not have woken up so early yesterday.
Nakahara Chuuya took a few more glances at him, making sure that he would not wake up for a while before turning off the surveillance.
It's always easier to sleep than to wake up.
…
I don't know if it was someone's intention, but today he had twice as much work as usual, and it was all paperwork. Nakahara Chuuya worked overtime until the early morning, and was overwhelmed by a basket of difficult reports. When he put the key into the keyhole, his mind was full of chaotic characters.
He pressed his aching forehead, took a long breath, untied his bow tie dejectedly, and prepared to take a shower and go to sleep.
In the darkness, he suddenly heard a sudden gasp.
This was his home, and even without turning on the lights, Nakahara Nakaya knew exactly where all the items were. He found the source of the sound almost instantly, and before he took off his gloves, he grabbed the offender's neck.
The neck of his hand was slender, and the cool temperature failed to penetrate the fabric, but instead left a red mark.
The lights came on and Nakahara Chuuya was stunned, but he did not let go of his hand.
He frowned and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
The last bit of color on Gongye's face disappeared, and he opened his lips, bewildered and at a loss: "Because, you haven't come back yet."
"It's dangerous outside. I know. I won't go out." His voice got lower and lower, and the tail tone was almost inaudible. "But if I stay here, will I cause trouble for you..."
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
He didn't expect that the excuse he made up would become a boomerang and hit the target quite accurately.
Oops, my conscience hurts.
He loosened his hand, and the red mark on the other's fair neck fell into his eyes, and Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"I'm just busy with work," he said stiffly, not being used to it. "You don't have to wait for me."
Gong Ye's drooping eyelashes were long and thin, casting a fragile shadow. Weak, pale, sluggish, silent, the movement of a flying insect landing on the window frame would make him panic like a frightened heron, but with broken wings, he could not fly away.
Compared with the black-clad young man who was always at ease and had a mask-like smile in Nakahara Chuuya's impression, there was a strong and extremely shocking sense of disharmony.
They were not familiar with each other to begin with, and now Nakahara Chuuya suddenly found it difficult to judge which one he liked better, the past or the present.
"Please let me wait for you to come back," the current one said softly, as if begging, "I'm sorry."
Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a long time, picked up the fallen coat, and said, "Whatever you want."
Both men passed over the attempted attack.