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Chapter 31
The Port Mafia, the second basement floor, the torture group.
The humid air was mixed with the smell of blood, and in the confusion, a bloody tooth rolled to his feet.
Ozaki Momiji glanced down and hung up the phone without caring.
"Chuya," she said, "Yuichi and Dazai are already on their way back."
boom.
The man in the Milfiore uniform smashed his head on the ground again, and Zhongyuan Zhong also let go, and when he stood up, the interrogation was finally over.
Ozaki Momiji laughed: "If Ogai-sama hadn't ordered the whole thing to be kept secret from Yuichi, it would have been a good choice for Yuichi to do it himself."
The child's torture method is between Zhongya and Dazai. One second, he gently squatted down and stretched out his hand to the traitor. The next second, he smiled and silently pushed the person into hell.
Before Takigawa Yuichi joined the battle group, Ozaki Momiji had invited the other party to join the torture group - of course, was politely declined.
The teenager sucked in his red nose, the corners of his eyes were choked with moisture, and he said he couldn't adapt to the smell here.
Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned: "There is no need to let him know."
Blood was mixed into the pure black gloves, Zhongyuan Zhong also said, and took off the gloves with a gloomy face.
——Irijiang Masaichi.
This is the name given by the man who fell to the ground.
As the former commander of the Merlonier base, Brandjesso's former close friend, and the main technical developer of Mirufiore, Masaichi Irie, took refuge in Pengele a few days ago.
Bai Lan, who lost her left arm and right arm, understood what it meant by giving this gift to Takigawa at this time.
Even in another world, no one wants to be killed by their companions who get along day and night.
"That said." Ozaki Momiji said, blinking the eyes that leaked out of the fan, "If you don't get rid of the smell on your body, it will be exposed."
"..."
Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent. He looked down at his messy clothes and let out a long sigh.
"I see."
The door of the interrogation room was closed, and after the identity verification, the elevator parked on this floor quickly opened.
Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in front of the cadre's lounge. He wanted to change his clothes first and then go back to the office to write a report, but when he opened the door, he met two pairs of familiar eyes.
"Hi." In the silence, Yu Takigawa, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his hand.
He leaned back, and the bangs on his forehead fell with gravity, revealing a clean forehead.
Takikawa Yu rolled his eyes and greeted enthusiastically, "Flying chess is missing two, does Nakahara-kun want to join us?"
Zhongyuan Zhongye: "...And there's another one?"
"I can't find anyone, so I'll drive two." Yuichi Takigawa affirmed.
But as soon as the voice fell, the faint smell of blood floated over with the air flow.
Takigawa Yuichi "Huh?" with a sound, his eyes stopped for a moment on the jacket on Nakahara Nakaya's shoulders, and he sat up quickly again.
"Forget it, this one is yours too, Dazai. Nakahara-kun just finished his torture work and should go to take a shower."
Wait... why does Takigawa know!
Zhongyuan Zhong was also shocked, and subconsciously looked at Dazai Osamu, who was resting his chin listlessly.
Dazai Osamu blinked innocently, indicating that he didn't mean it.
Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth. If it wasn't for the port mafia clearly stating that members cannot kill each other, he would have thrown this guy down the stairs now.
However, seeing Takigawa's reaction, it seems that he only knows half of it.
Zhongyuan Zhong also took a deep breath, and his irritable mood calmed down a little. He took two steps closer, and quickly noticed the boy's OK stretch on the corner of his eye.
Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned: "Are you injured again?"
Takigawa Yuichi fell into the grief of his plane being shot down by Dazai, without looking up: "Ah, it's just a scratch, it's not a big deal."
"That's what the organization did last time." Dazai Osamu added slowly, "Yuichi was so angry that he was looking for people to fight everywhere in the amusement park."
"..." Obviously the other party took the initiative to come to the door,
Takigawa Yu turned his face unhappy: "Hey, why does it sound like it's me who is causing trouble?"
The hair on the boy's shoulders swayed with his movements, the curtains in the distance were blown up by the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun slipped in, quickly dyeing the silvery white and red.
The Central Plains also froze in place.
In that "other world" that only the Central Plains had seen, Takigawa Yuichi was like that too.
He closed his eyes lightly, lying on the velvet rug, with bright red blood on his body.
The blood spread little by little, soaking his long silver hair.
From a distance, it looks like a blooming flower.
[Takikawa in another world] It was so quiet that it seemed like he was asleep—Nakahara would rather he was asleep.
But his experience as a mafia made him unable to convince himself.
The dry blood on the boy's face was mixed with tears, and the whole person was messed up.
"Nakahara-kun... Nakahara-kun!" Noticing the subtle changes in the expressions of the people behind him, Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help raising his voice.
His voice was as usual, and he pulled the other party out of this painful memory.
"Aren't you going to change your clothes? If you don't have one, you can wear mine first."
Dazai Osamu was alert: "I have it too."
Zhongyuan Zhongyao, who did not believe that this person would be so kind, narrowed his eyes.
"But it's okay not to wear clothes."
Dazai's voice fell, and his face was quickly pressed against the board.
With a bang, the original arrangement was disrupted.
Yu Takigawa regretted and silently picked up the plane that was shot down just now: "I won, luck is also a part of success."
"What?" Dazai sat up and rubbed his face gruffly, "Speaking of luck, Yuichi isn't much better."
He could see that before the man named Jinhei Matsuda opened what Yuichi handed out, Kimura, who got out of the car, unceremoniously said to leave immediately.
Immediately afterwards, the curly-haired policeman's hand fell on Yunyi's shoulder, and he warned the confused Yunyi with a serious face.
It wasn't until the police car drove away and Osamu Dazai swayed over from a distance, Takigawa Yuichi recovered.
The boy silently stuffed a box of Band-Aids into his pocket, expressing with a deadpan expression that he and Kimura were at odds with each other.
Takigawa Yuichi suffocated at the thought of this.
He snorted coldly and put away the chips on the table: "Go ahead, Nakahara-kun. If you accidentally kill me, I will help you hide it from Mr. Sen."
Excessive.
Dazai Osamu chuckled lightly.
He was not at all threatened by this sentence, and when he put one hand in his pocket, his fingertips touched the gauze that had fallen off earlier.
"Don't change the subject, Yuichi."
The shadows of the trees cast in and out of the window in the lounge swayed slightly. Dazai Osamu rolled his eyes, and his tone was light and unpredictable.
"As far as I know, except for the one on your face, you haven't dealt with the wound properly for a long time."
Takigawa Yuichi's ability needs to be used in close range, which means that he will be injured more or less when he goes out on a mission.
Taking this into account, Ozaki Momiji once told the doctors in the port mafia to be on call at all times.
——But Takigawa Yuichi didn’t go at all.
Occasionally, he was seriously injured or unconscious and was carried in by Dazai.
Two eyes of condemnation came over, and Takigawa Yu paused for a while, and suddenly felt that the wound on his back that was randomly wrapped with a bandage was a little itchy.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" he tried to defend. "Can't a man just spit and wipe it off?"
Dazai said "oh": "Those who died of sepsis also said the same."
...sounds like it makes sense.
Takigawa Yuichi seriously evaluated the pros and cons in his heart, but finally refused.
"No," he replied casually. "I'm not used to strangers touching me."
"..."
Zhongyuan Zhongyao and Dazai looked at each other. As partners who didn't want to go on missions with each other, it was rare for them to have such a tacit understanding.
So under the dusk, the originally quiet promenade of the port mafia became lively.
A black figure flashed quickly.
Zhongyuan Zhong also followed behind and gritted his teeth: "Takikawa! Come back to me! Why are you so afraid of doctors as a mafia!"
"I said I'm not afraid!"
"Yuichi, there is no road there."
boom
The thick wall was broken through, and Osamu Dazai blinked, a little surprised: "Hey, it looks like he's really scared."
Yuichi Takikawa, who was fleeing, turned back angrily: "Shut up! I already said that I'm not afraid! ——Hey! Get out of the front!"
Such an order made the mafia guarding the door with guns to look at each other, whether it was Takigawa in front or Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya in the back, they were the ones they couldn't afford to offend.
In a moment of hesitation, the elevator door dinged open.
Ozaki Momiji, who had just returned from the torture room, watched the scene in front of her and quickly understood what was going on.
"Yuichi-kun." The woman opened the fan, closed her eyes and smiled lightly.
"..."
"[Golden Yaksha]"
No, why does this strange scene subtly coincide with the nightmare that has plagued him for a year?
Takigawa Yu paused for a moment and thought for a while.
In the dream, he died at the age of twenty-eight, which means...
Well, still alive.
Takigawa Yu was full of confidence again for a while. He tilted his head to avoid the attack of the golden Yaksha. As soon as he stepped into the elevator, the red light enveloped the surroundings.
Central Plains, who couldn't catch anyone, simply fixed the elevator.
He folded his chest and stood in the distance. Although he didn't say anything, Yuichi Takigawa could already see the sentence "Why don't you run away" in his eyes.
Oh, the damn gravity.
Takigawa Yuichi has yet to figure out a way to deal with Chuya Nakahara's abilities.
Although theoretically, as long as he can touch the opponent, his [Plunder] can be activated - but Zhongyuan Zhongya's life is obviously much more valuable than others. Judging from the price of doing so before, the result of the matter is likely to evolve into himself. kill yourself.
"Go and call the doctor." Ozaki Hongye tilted her head and said to the subordinate who was in a daze.
"Yes!"
The two mafia armed with guns ran away, and Yuichi Takigawa walked out of the elevator resignedly, looking a little frustrated.
"What if the doctor is an undercover agent sent by a hostile organization." The boy analyzed carefully, "It's easy to be killed without a weapon and with his back to the opponent."
The Central Plains also took a step.
...is that the reason?
Dazai shook his head sadly: "As expected of a slug, I was persuaded so easily."
"Shut up." A tic-tac-toe popped out of Zhongyuan Zhongya's forehead, his cobalt blue eyes filled with anger, as if he could hammer Dazai into the ground in the next second.
But soon, such emotions were suppressed when he saw the teenager who was squatting and playing with his mobile phone.
Until now, he didn't understand the reason why he in another world would attack Takigawa.
"Will not."
Shadows fell.
Takigawa Yu raised his head and found that Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his eyes and looked at him.
The sixteen-year-old cadre candidate, the port mafia's frightening gravity, solemnly promises.
"Before that happened—"
"Takikawa, I will kill them all."