14-year-old Osamu Dazai wanders around the port mafia.
The kite-colored eyes were full of emptiness and death. The young man in black clothes and black trousers, with almost all of his exposed skin covered in bandages, was walking in the deep corridor, like a shadow from the deepest part of the darkness, floating gloomily, even the people he met on the road.
Mafia members will subconsciously avoid it.
Osamu Dazai yawned.
This year, next year at the latest, Mr. Mori will not be able to help but attack the terminally ill old leader, forge a will and usurp the throne. After all, Mr. Mori is the trusted personal doctor of the suspicious old leader.
So how reliable is that uncle’s appearance?
They clearly have perversion written all over their faces.
boring.
The plan progresses steadily, life is uneventful, and everything remains unchanged like the scenery in a painting.
This is how it should be.
until--
"Mr. Mori!" With his kite-colored eyes shining brightly, Dazai Osamu pushed open the door of Mori Ogai's office and ran in jumping up and down, "I heard that the leader is looking for a woman?"
Is this the obsession of adult men with reproduction?
The old man who even struggled to get out of bed actually...
etc.
If successful, will the next leader be born when he takes over?
"Don't make blind guesses." Mori Ogai saw Dazai Osamu's thoughts at a glance. The corner of his mouth twitched and he threw the cheap student's guess out of his mind, refusing to admit that he had thought so too.
"What the leader is looking for is the goddess of his youth."
As a confidant, he certainly knows more truth than the gossips. The doctor in a white coat took out a few photos and said, "And he had this idea after seeing these."
"Old lady..."
Osamu Dazai muttered and came closer.
The photo was taken of the scenery of Yokohama.
The old leader was considered a hero when he was young.
At that time, the supernatural war had not yet ended, and Japan had already shown its decline. As an international port, Yokohama was a mixed bag, and the drama of blood and death was taking turns to be staged without stopping. In such a hellish and difficult background, the old leader built the port mafia from scratch. In Yokohama,
The underground world is steadily taking root and building a huge business——
As long as you see the headquarters of Port Mafia, the five tallest buildings in the city that can be called landmarks, you can't help but be amazed by them.
It's a pity that the hero is late.
If he could regain the vitality and health of his youth, the old leader might be able to become the true master of the city. However, being tortured by illness at this time, he could only ask his subordinates to patrol the city on his behalf, bringing scenery that could briefly soothe the soul.
.
The surprise lies in the photos that record the scenery.
Dazai Osamu's eyes moved across the row of photos and quickly settled on the one in the center.
The one in focus is a girl.
She seemed to be a female high school student with a beautiful and charming face. Because of her age and jk uniform, she was young and pure. Her skin was pale and her long black hair was like the wings of a raven. She seemed to realize that someone was taking a photo, so the girl looked back.
Looking at the camera, a mole under the left eye is particularly clear.
There are naturally street scenes and other pedestrians in this photo, but next to this girl, they automatically degenerate into unimportant backgrounds and passers-by, and their sense of existence is infinitely close to nothing.
Dazai Osamu admired it for two seconds and started thinking.
The age doesn't match up at all.
Does the leader really not have dementia?
Dazai Osamu raised his eyes: "..."
Mori Ogai lowered his eyes: "..."
Plastic teachers and students looked at each other.
"The leader insists that this is his goddess." After a while, Mori Ogai said nonchalantly, "There are four possibilities. One is that this lady collided with the leader's goddess; the other is that the leader recognized the wrong person; the third is that this lady is
The descendants of the chief goddess inherit the appearance of their elders; the fourth is——"
The doctor, who smelled like a gentleman and a scumbag, clasped his hands and said with interest in his purple eyes, "This is a person with supernatural powers."
Osamu Dazai drawled his voice: "Wow——"
If this lady is really the goddess of the leader when he was young, wouldn't the effect of her superpower be "rejuvenation"? According to this idea, the so-called goddess may be just a cover. The leader knows that there is such a superpower user and also knows the appearance and characteristics of the other person.
I was so excited when I recognized him.
The leader's return to youth is a hell of a joke.
"We are in danger, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai pretended to be worried, "We must find this lady before the leader."
"Only you, Mr. Mori." Dazai Osamu threw himself on the sofa, protested against the word "we", and complained, "Mr. Mori is 32 this year. Well, the hairline is a bit dangerous. The middle-aged uncle wants
Restore youth..."
"Dazai-kun, I heard it."
"Come on! Watch out for you, Mr. Mori!"
"..."
The old leader's paranoia is a range attack.
Even so-called confidants need to report their itinerary, and as his condition becomes increasingly serious, former underground secret doctor and current personal doctor Mori Ogai is also unable to enter and exit the port mafia building at will. But this is one of the charms of supernatural powers.
, lies in the infinite and unpreventable possibilities.
Mori Ogai's humanoid supernatural power Alice slipped out as his eyes.
"Well..."
A few days later.
Mori Ogai was deep in thought about the information sent back by Alice.
A female high school student named Tomie has a charm that makes men, women and children crazy. The Black Lizard even lost a team because of it? What’s even more outrageous is that the reason for the loss was that there were two Tomie at the scene, and they were inseparable from each other.
You fight to the death, each commanding his admirer to kill the other, and eventually both die together?
Oh yes, the admirers on both sides are from this unfortunate black lizard team.
By the way, the two Miss Tomie are also really dead.
Confirmed by Alice herself.
Mori Ogai's head was full of questions, and countless speculations were floating in his mind. What made him even more bald was that Alice met the third Tomie.
"..."
Mixed powers?
Mori Ogai had served in the military and in the underworld, and had even stood on a local battlefield in a power war. However, as knowledgeable as he was, he had never seen multiple power holders who only existed in theory.
If the quantity is so large, mass-produced experimental subjects?
Was it placed intentionally, or was it an accident?
After Alice watched the supernatural agent department burn Tomie to death, Mori Ogai's questions were answered.
——It's just a farce.
With a relaxed and happy mood, a certain private doctor skillfully calmed down the irritable old boss every day. When he returned to the office, he unexpectedly saw the cheap student trying to pick up the answer.
After rummaging through the cabinets and drawers, Osamu Dazai said: "Mr. Mori, how is Miss Tomie?"
Get to the point.
There wasn't even a basic exchange of greetings.
Mori Ogai smiled softly: "I don't know, Dazai-kun." The purple-eyed adult was gentle and elegant, "After all, I'm just an ordinary doctor."
Plastic teachers and students parted ways unhappy.
Osamu Dazai seemed to have a lot of interest in this matter. He went deep into the not-so-smart members of the port mafia and quickly grasped the movements of the black lizards of the mafia action force. At one point, he found Tomie's movements. The leader insisted on personally
When heading to the destination, he slipped into the group.
Under the banner of Doctor Mori's students.
Mori Ogai: "..."
OK.
Due to the powerless and brutal rule of the old leader after he became seriously ill, the behemoth Port Mafia is now in a rare state of fragility, with its upper and lower sides centrifugal. Other organizations are even more eyeing. It is only because of the old leader's prestige that it can maintain its temporary stability. Who?
Everyone knows that if the old leader dies at this time, it will be a carnival for the jackals.
——This trip is extremely low-key.
--Be sure not to attract any attention.
The travel team was streamlined and efficient, and was coordinated by the experienced Black Lizard centurion Guangjin Yanami. Only a few people knew the destination.
When the commercial vehicle drove into the remote western suburbs, which is suitable for "accidents", several people showed fear on their faces and were immediately ordered to be executed by the old leader.
Follow mafia's rules.
The old man, who was full of vitality, said grimly: "This is the fate of traitors."
The old leader twitched the corner of his mouth at Dazai Osamu, revealing an ugly smile on his loose skin, "I didn't scare you, Dazai-kun."
Osamu Dazai looked surprised: "The leader actually remembers my name, what an honor!"
His excitement looked very realistic, and his words were even confused in excitement, "I mean, if you go back to the leader, no, of course not."
The old leader praised with satisfaction: "Good boy."
The gray-haired old man seemed to have a deeper meaning: "Dr. Sen, you have raised a good child."
Mori Ogai's heart trembled, and he expertly showed a gentle and slightly confused expression on his face: "Thank you for the compliment, chief. I'm ashamed to say that Dazai-kun and I only met last year, and there was someone else who raised him."
There seemed to be a dangerous atmosphere flowing in the small space. Guangjin Liulang lowered his eyes. This was not what he should see.
The whole journey was silent.
It was already dusk when we arrived at the abandoned church.
The devil's moment.
The setting sun disappears behind the clouds, turning the sunset glow into orange-red. The light golden sunlight casts a veil on everything, making the abandoned church appear somewhat sacred.
A ray of pale golden light spilled into the room through the gap on the top of the church, and fell right next to the statue of an angel holding a Bible. In front of the burning coffin, a black-haired boy knelt and prayed.
The young man's shoulders and back are straight, and his kneeling posture seems to come from ancient times. There is a sense of nobility in his posture. His side face is elegant and soft, which is a highly sought-after classical beauty. Under the reflection of the flames and the setting sun, he looks completely different.
mortal.
Like falling into a dream.
It's like hearing the voice of God.
Not that no one noticed that the object in the coffin was the target, but in the face of this poetic scroll, no one spoke for a while.
As if being disturbed by them, the young man frowned slightly and turned around, revealing his eyes that were the same color as his hair, and also revealing his elegant appearance, which was five points like Fujiang's.
Time stood still for a moment.
"This must be her child!" the old leader exclaimed excitedly, "Everything I have will be given to this child!"