Chapter 38

The elegant and deep cello sounds washed over the cool night like running water, mixed with the secret conversations and flirting, which was very pleasant to the ears.

Winter is approaching, but the spacious courtyard garden is still green. The night sky spreads out above the transparent roof, blocking out the cold wind and gathering moonlight to illuminate the entire banquet.

The leader of the port mafia who controls the city at night was naturally one of the focuses of the banquet. After exchanging a few pleasantries with familiar government officials, Mori Ou politely rejected several entrepreneurs who tried to get close to him.

He was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and walked around the crowd and stopped at a remote corner of the garden. There sat a person alone.

He was wearing black clothes, had black hair and iris eyes. He looked listless and held his chin with boredom in his hand. He looked at the moon outside through the glass with unfocused eyes, and it was almost as if the words "Don't bother if you're not interested" were written on his face.

"I'm surprised you're willing to socialize with me, Dazai-kun."

Sen Ou swirled the red wine in his glass and started a conversation with a smile, "I thought you would slip away halfway."

Dazai Osamu didn't even raise his head, still with that expression of being uninterested in everything, "Tonight is not what I expected."

"Oh?" Mori Ogai was actually interested in what he said, "What do you think it will be like?"

"I thought..."

Dazai Osamu's drawn-out voice came to an abrupt halt. He turned his head and looked at Mori Owl. His dark eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, were oozing with coldness like inorganic glass beads.

"I thought Mr. Mori didn't dare to take me with him."

Mori Ogai showed a bit of surprise on his face, but this surprise was soon replaced by a helpless smile. He smiled and shook his head, looking at the new leader of the Port Mafia with the same eyes he looked at the kid who was sent to his infirmary a few years ago, "How could it be."

"Dazai-kun, don't let rumors affect your judgment. Zhong Hui... No, every mission since you joined has been completed very well."

Dazai Osamu turned his head without comment. The light was pale and his expression seemed to be as cold as the moonlight outside the window.

Mori Ogai did not take Dazai Osamu's cold reaction to heart. He looked around secretly and slowly took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

"There have been some changes in the deployment in Europe. The intelligence sent by the cooperative organization claims that they have caught the rat's tail. I'll leave this matter to you. Set off tomorrow."

He gestured to the waiter, picked out a glass of clear and clean cocktail, and pushed it steadily in the direction of the black-haired cadre, smiling slightly and saying, "Hongye-kun will be here to take over from you in a while, so you don't have to force yourself to stay here."

Before standing up and walking towards the center of the brightly lit flower garden, Mori Ogai paused for a moment, glanced at Dazai Osamu's indifferent back, and whispered meaningfully: "Have a good night."

It was not until all traces of someone's brief stay beside him were completely covered by the air filled with the fragrance of flowers that Dazai Osamu cast a charitable glance at the wine glass on the table.

He slowly stretched out his bandaged hand and grasped the thin handle. Then, he casually turned his wrist.

The last drop of wine slid down the rim of the glass, soaking the soil beneath the feet of the foxtail lily.

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Half asleep and half awake, Gongye Shengliang was awakened by the system.

He rubbed his eyes, his eyelashes were wet with tears and then rubbed open, and he asked the system in a daze what happened.

The light ball was uncharacteristically hesitant: [That... um, the contractor... I think... well, why don't you take a look for yourself.]

It sighed heavily in a very humane way and directly opened the system map.

In the circle with a real radius of 50 meters, in addition to the bright spot representing Kono Seiyoshi shining, there is also a bright white dot jumping on the edge of the circle.

Kono Seiryoshi suddenly woke up.

Bright spots indicate that there are people there, and white spots indicate that they are not enemies.

The light ball added: [I didn’t need to tell you, but a full hundred minutes have passed and he doesn’t seem to be planning to leave!]

One hundred minutes - Gong Ye Shengliang subconsciously glanced at the watch, only to see the hour hand slowly pointing to two.

It's so late, could it be that some mafia member has passed out from working overtime?

After opening the door, the slight doubt in my heart turned into a dilemma.

The atmosphere outside the ward was different from the usual dim atmosphere of the Port Mafia. The lights were so bright that they appeared inhuman and cold.

A mushroom grew in the corner of this plain white corridor.

The whole person was tightly wrapped in a black coat, with his face buried under his knees, revealing only the back of his head with fluffy black hair and half of a messy bandage.

Kono Seiryoshi found it unbelievable, but when he thought that this was Dazai, he found it strangely reasonable.

He tiptoed towards her, but just after taking two steps, he suddenly smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

...Dazai drank alcohol?

In the moment he was stunned, Dazai Osamu in the corner seemed to feel the breath of someone approaching, and he tilted his head and raised half of his face.

The alcohol did not numb his alertness. Dazai Osamu's exposed eye narrowed slightly, conveying a subtle sense of danger.

Alcohol was not without its effects, as evidenced by the fact that it took the wise and decisive officer five times longer than usual to focus his eyes.

Gray hair with a silvery texture, eyelashes with a small shadow, slightly furrowed brows, open lips, and - golden eyes that completely reflected his current appearance.

In a daze, his empty heart was filled with painful and joyful emotions.

Kono Seira didn't care whether Dazai Osamu was drunk or someone else had forced him to drink. He continued to walk the remaining steps and was about to reach out to him, but suddenly he remembered that it was better to be tough with drunkards, so he directly lifted up the other person's arm and said, "Don't move, follow me."

Fortunately, this was a drunkard with good drinking habits. Dazai Osamu was much more obedient than when he was sober. He nodded a beat late, took his arm obediently, and slowly stood up while touching the wall with his other hand.

Being too close, the strong smell of alcohol spread in an instant, the warm breath gently fell on his ears, and Gongye Shengliang's face gradually became hot.

He has never had a good alcohol tolerance, and probably he was also infected with the vague feeling of drunkenness.

The drunk who had been behaving well all this time suddenly leaned against the door frame before entering the room, grabbed the coat on his shoulders with his right hand, and threw it hard.

The poor black coat was just thrown outside the door by its owner.

Seeing this, Kono Seiryo was helpless. He wanted to let Dazai lie down and rest before he picked up the clothes. However, he suddenly felt a lightness on his body - Dazai slowly stood up, but his hands did the exact opposite, locking the door accurately and quickly.

Kono Seiryoshi: “…” His reaction was even faster than his. Who was the drunk person?

He had no choice but to drag Dazai Osamu to the bed.

After being beaten up in a very tough manner, Dazai Osamu huddled in the quilt, looking a bit pitiful. His suit was taken off, and a few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the bandage around his neck that was wrapped around his collarbone.

Kono Seiryoshi was unsure whether to remove the bandage or not, and asked for his own opinion without expectation: "Should I remove it when I sleep? Um... why are you staring at me?"

He leaned down, tilted his head slightly, looked directly into Dazai's eyes with a smile and asked.

The other person's iris-colored eyes were misted with intoxication, and he stared at him without blinking, as if they were playing a childish game of "Stand Still".

When she heard his question, her eyes flickered, but she still stubbornly refused to look away.

It was not until his eyes were sore that Dazai blinked twice reluctantly and said in a dull voice, "That coat... has a strong smell. I don't like it."

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

He had almost forgotten that the poor black coat was still lying on the ground outside.

Kono Seira lowered his head to endure, but he couldn't help laughing in the end. He knew that drunks wouldn't listen to reason, so he raised his hand to touch Dazai Osamu's fluffy black hair and patiently said in a tone like talking to a kindergarten kid: "Wait for me to get a glass of water, drink it before going to sleep, okay?"

In fact, drinking honey water can better prevent hangovers, but there is no honey in the room. There are some fruit candies in the refrigerator. I wonder if they can be used as a substitute.

Gongye Sheng was thinking this in his mind, and when he stood up to pour some water, someone grabbed his wrist.

He was stunned and sat back on the bed, "What's wrong?"

Dazai Osamu did not answer, but just closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

"If you don't drink water, you'll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow, right?"

shaking head.

"Okay," Kono Seiryoshi compromised, "Then let go of my hand for a moment, and I'll get the towel."

shaking head.

"...Aren't you dizzy from shaking your head all the time?"

shaking head.

"..." Kono Seiryoshi choked.

Why did he think that drunk Dazai Osamu was more obedient than usual? He was so rebellious that he didn't even listen to what he said and just refused!

There was no way to waste time like this, so Kono Seiryoshi had to carefully pry open Dazai Osamu's fingers, but as soon as he pried open one, the hand pulled back and held it tightly again.

During the stalemate, my vision suddenly turned dizzy.

——He was pulled directly into a warm embrace.

The smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated, and it became even stronger after being trapped in this small space. A few strands of furry black hair fell on his neck, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"…Don't go there."

A fragile, slightly hoarse voice came from behind.

"Mr. Mori's words are not to be trusted. In order to keep his trump card, he will not let Chuuya know the truth. Ango is an intelligence agent with little combat ability. As for Odasaku... Odasaku will not kill again."

"I told Akutagawa that weaklings can't survive in the Port Mafia. What about you? You're not weak, but do you still want to live?"

He said a lot in one breath, and only realized the contradiction after he finished speaking. He didn't know where to start to deny it. The side effect of drunkenness was that the rape came late, and Dazai Osamu felt a splitting headache.

He did not touch the cocktails that Mori Owl delivered to him. Instead, after leaving the party, he casually turned into a bar owned by the Port Mafia.

He didn't remember how much he drank, and no one dared to stop him. When he came to his senses, he was already outside the ward.

Just across the wall, Dazai Osamu sat down slowly, leaning against the cold, hard, white wall.

...Why come here? If he goes into the water in his current state, he will probably soon get the death he has always dreamed of.

Countless broken faces flashed by, and his chest felt like something was pressing on him and he couldn't breathe - he was probably really going to drown.

Just before he suffocated to death, someone grabbed him on the dry seabed.

"…If you have a headache, don't think about it."

The voices and faces overlapped at this moment, and the slight vibration of the chest was transmitted through the parts that were leaning against each other.

The cool fingers gently brushed across his cheeks, nose tip, and brow bone, and the bloating and pain that had been coming back miraculously disappeared.

That familiar voice seemed like an illusion, "You've worked hard, go to sleep."