Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the bathroom mirror and sorted out his image.
After receiving the invitation call from the leader of the port mafia, Toru Amuro's attitude was to treat it as if it didn't happen and just find a reason like "a friend has gone abroad" to refuse; but Zhufu Jingguang disagreed.
He reported the incident to his superiors.
Thanks to the internal response of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Ministry of Public Security, Zhu Fu Jingguang's files were transferred to the Police Department after narrowly escaping from the black organization. He and You Tongran shared a superior management officer.——This management officer
After considering the invitation from all aspects, and asking Zhufu Jingguang about his wishes, we finally decided to let him go to Yokohama to give it a try.
"Hiro, that's the mafia!"
"Much better than the Black Organization."
"Kamidai Kiyokazu...I can't see through him."
"But his current attitude is friendly, and he saved Matsuda, didn't he?"
"..."
“I don’t know how many spies want to enter the port mafia now. It’s too late for others to envy people like me. Relax, zero.”
"But--"
"Zero, it's been three years. I want to change."
"..."
Recalling the last time when You Tongran was washing dishes and trying to persuade him not to go to Yokohama, but was finally persuaded and worriedly told him a lot of safety matters, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but smile on his face.
yes.
It’s been three years.
The black organization is worthy of being a dark world creature with the concept of secrecy. Their presence seems to be everywhere. A gangster passing by on the street may be one of their peripheral members. The enthusiastic and cheerful convenience store clerk may be their core member...
In order to prevent Scotland’s identity from being discovered, and also to prevent more people from being implicated when exposed...
Zhu Fu Jingguang has never established new and stable interpersonal relationships, and his identity prevents him from getting in touch with many friends in the past. What is even more frightening is that the hope of annihilating the black organization has not appeared yet——
Year after year.
Sometimes, he still feels like a kite flying too high. Although the string is strong, the wind and rain are always eroding it.
Zhu Fu Jingguang knew that if he faced the police psychologist with his true self, he would definitely lose his position as liaison...
——He concealed his mental state.
——Because there is no more reliable choice.
Should Zero's safety be left to Kazami, a young and reckless man who keeps talking about "Officer Furuya"?
No.
The young man with cat eyes closed his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror again.
His originally short hair was now longer and tied into a braid on the back of his head; he was very clean shaven, making him look several years younger than his actual age; clever light makeup outlined the lines of his eyebrows, making him slightly different from his original appearance
; The emotion in his flat eyes covered his eyes, making him look a little more bookish...
Basic advanced version camouflage.
It's enough to deal with people you don't know very well.
In the port mafia, there will definitely not be any of his colleagues from the Black Organization or the Metropolitan Police Department.
Morofushi Kagemitsu walked out of Yokohama Station and went to the recruitment website to look at a recruitment notice he had collected.
It is an advertisement for a port import and export trading company recruiting chefs.
He had already submitted his resume, and the other party's personnel contacted him and sent the interview time, location, and precautions to his email.
Yes.
Although he could contact Kamishiro Kiyokazu directly, Zhufu Jingguang still planned to take the normal interview route.
——I hate being parachuted into the workplace.
——Zhu Fu Jingguang tends to create a harmonious working environment.
The interview is tomorrow.
Zhu Fu Jingguang left his luggage at the hotel and planned to visit the city first.
He went to the front desk and got a free tour brochure.
Unlike Tokyo as an economic center, Yokohama as a port
The pace of life and work is much slower.
It's February now, and some schools are on spring break. Zhu Fu Jingguang watched a group of junior high school students running past him in a noisy manner, full of youthful atmosphere, and the lines on his face were unconsciously soft...
——Then they saw them bump into a group of big men in black coming out of the corner.
Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously tightened the weapon in his arms.
But nothing happened.
The students laughed, pushed each other, apologized, and ran away again.
"..."
You guys make me look stupid.
Zhu Fu Jingguang held his forehead, smiled and shook his head.
He likes this city a little bit.
By a very coincidence, Zhufu Jingguang met Suzuki Shiro in the evening.
The chairman of the Suzuki Consortium was accompanied only by two well-disguised bodyguards. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man.
Next to him was a young man with black hair, and a young man with red hair behind him.
...Kamidai Kiyokazu?
This is an ordinary street in Yokohama. It is neither bustling nor deserted. It is between a commercial street and a residential area. Morofushi Kageguang naturally stepped into the convenience store on the street and pretended to buy goods. He looked at the black-haired man with his peripheral vision.
juvenile.
It was late winter, and the young leader of Mafia had his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted windbreaker, and tied a fiery red velvet scarf around his neck. The black and red colors made his skin whiter and whiter, like ice and snow, and his appearance was exquisite.
And Zanli, who has an indescribable classical dignity, is talking to Suzuki Shiro next to her with a reserved smile.
Zhu Fu Jingguang pricked up his ears.
As the sun sets, the lights gradually light up in the houses.
He heard the young man's comment: "These thousands of lights are the blood of the city."
Then came the laughing voice of a middle-aged man: "Kamidai-kun..."
Can't hear it anymore.
People gradually move away.
Are they... taking a walk?
When Zhufu Jingguang walked out with a sandwich from the convenience store, the figures of the five people had disappeared. He turned back to the hotel, and after arriving at the guest room, he carefully recalled the Kamidai Kiyowa he had seen earlier.
Strict clothing, appropriate etiquette and condescending comments, and that kind of nonchalance give people a strong sense of superiority, making Mafia, the excessively young leader, not inferior in the slightest even if he stands next to the chairman of the Suzuki Consortium.
, the aura can be said to be comparable.
It was completely different from the lively voice I heard on the phone.
Or, one is for work and the other is for private use?
Zhu Fu Jingguang knew Jianggu Ling well, and he knew that You Tongran actually didn't have much opinion on Kamishiro Qinghe. It would be better to say that he was even close to him like a bad friend.
Hmm.
To put it metaphorically, one day Zero's identity was revealed and he was running away from the black organization, with Gin chasing after him. Zero met Kamishiro-kun on the road, and he gritted his teeth and considered asking for help.
Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that this relationship was a bit dangerous.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of person Kamishiro Kiyokazu was.
——This is the most important reason why Zhu Fu Jingguang promoted this attempt.
Port mafia building. Top floor.
...The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor may be ten degrees.
Kamidai Kiyawa simply made this judgment, hung his scarf and coat on the coat rack at the entrance, and exhaled slowly.
Dealing with Suzuki Shiro is certainly not easy. To be able to secure the position of chairman of the Suzuki Foundation, no matter how kind and amiable you appear, you must be an old fox at heart.
He went straight to the lounge and went to bed.
…
"Qinghe?"
Ten minutes later, when I heard the news that my friend was back, Osamu Dazai opened the door to the lounge, walked in silently, and called out softly.
Of course there was no response.
The black-haired boy closed his amber eyes, apparently falling into a dark and sweet sleep...
——His sleeping face looked peaceful, but also seemed to have the remnants of tiredness and wind and frost.
As if attracted, too
Zaiji approached quietly, his eyes moving from the long eyelashes, across the straight bridge of the nose, to the pale lips, and then to the slender neck.
He stood silently for a while, then gently picked up the mobile phone beside the bed and turned off the alarm clock.
"..."
So, did I press the alarm again?
I planned to rest for half an hour. When I woke up, I found that I had slept for two hours. Kamishiro Kiyoka silently shut up for three seconds and fell back into the warm bed.
The weather is so cold, wouldn't it be very reasonable for quilts to evolve into seals for eating living people?
Anyway, I can't finish my official work today, let's do it tomorrow.
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Building is indeed harder than destroying.
It's too difficult.
The past month since the New Year has been the busiest time since he inherited Mafia. Fortunately, his efforts have paid off...
[Secret Service Mission: Capture the port mafia and become the night of Yokohama itself]
[Progress: Young Master 100, Leader 100, Lord of the Underworld 99]
——I just don’t know what that 1 is.
Is it used to treat obsessive-compulsive disorder?!
It may take some time for the influence to ferment, after all, the Dragon Head War ended less than half a year ago.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu stayed in the quilt for a while, then broke away from the seal for a short time, washed his face, brushed his teeth, took a bath, changed into more comfortable pajamas and lay back on the bed.
oh.
I also didn’t forget to send an email to my roommate Dazai.
Regarding the fact that I really didn’t want to go back to the dormitory tonight, so I slept in the lounge in the chief’s office.
Chief's office.
After receiving the email, Dazai Osamu stopped reviewing the documents and showed a small smile on his lips.
Perhaps because he had finally concluded his series of negotiations with Chairman Suzuki and the Yokohama government, Kamishiro Kiyokazu fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up naturally, the wall clock on the wall had already pointed to 10 o'clock.
Wow.
The sound of curtains being opened.
The platinum-gold morning light of winter poured into the room. Kamidai Qinghe huddled under the quilt and got dressed, retaining body heat before getting out of bed to wash up.
In the office, Mori Ogai and Rando were both working hard. Seeing him get up, Odasaku took breakfast to heat it up. Kamishiro Kiyokazu sat on the office chair and habitually flipped through the documents on the table...
Huh?
These are -
Did he approve it while he was sleepwalking?
Kamishiro Kiyowa blinked slowly, and something suddenly occurred to him. He shook the pile of documents in the center of the desktop, and a piece of note paper fell down. It was a smiling emoticon, and a Q-version avatar was drawn as the signature.
Curly hair, bandage on right eye...
The characteristics are clear at a glance.
Woohoo, Dazai Neko is an angel!!
"Where's Dazai?"
Kamishiro Kiyowa asked Oda Sakunosuke, who was most likely to know the situation.
The red-haired young man answered as expected, "I'm going to the chef interview site."
Zhu Fu Jingguang successfully entered the re-examination.
The chef's retest will naturally consist of on-site cooking.
but--
Does the venue need to be so big?
Wearing an apron and a tall chef's hat, Zhu Fu Jingguang was deeply shocked when he looked at the vast kitchen, the competitors scattered in front of each kitchen utensil, and the photography equipment in all directions.
——It’s like filming a movie about God of Cooking.
So rich.
Is this the confidence of the 500 billion winner?
The interviewer in a black suit held a loudspeaker and shouted: "Is there anyone whose appearance needs to be kept secret? Although we require masks and hats to be worn during the exam, some people have more obvious eye features, yes, just like you.
"
The interviewer casually pulled Zhu Fu Jingguang as a model, and shouted into the loudspeaker, "Are there any people who can't be on TV? Don't hide it now, they will increase our workload when the time comes. Do you know how long we have to work overtime?"
After a pause, he added, "Oh
, I’m sorry that I’m not very skilled at doing this job for the first time – I forgot to mention that the broadcast of this game has been agreed upon and sold to the TV station.”