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"Cat."

Hong Xiang fell down on his sofa chair, and turned around slowly. The white kitten on the table was holding small dried fish in its mouth, and it was delicious.

I didn't look carefully at first, but this cat has heterochromatic pupils, yellow on the left and blue on the right. Could it be a Persian cat?

The blond young man drooped his head, took out a small dried fish from the bag and handed it to his coat pocket, to feed the temporarily offline hamster.

After going out for two hours, someone came to his office, the stack of documents on the desk disappeared, and——

Hong Xiang wiped the tabletop with his index finger, kneading/pinching his still clean fingertips.

The desk has been cleaned, so the whole room should be too, probably by his subordinates.

"Meow."

The cat seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised its head and grinned at the corner, Hong Xiang frowned, and his body tensed up.

"Oh, Miss NEKO is as sharp as ever."

An illusory young man suddenly appeared from the air. He has white hair and long eyelashes that almost cover his snow-blue eyes. He is wearing a red shirt with black stripes on a red background, black pants and red shoes.

The clothes are obviously so down-to-earth, but there is an ethereal feeling for no reason, like putting clothes on the statues, which does not belong to the atmosphere of the world.

Hong Xiang could sense this person's incompatibility with him and the world, as if...not a human being.

"……Who are you?"

"Sarah, who am I?" The young man's voice also carried an inhuman ethereal atmosphere, making it hard to figure out.

Hong Xiang: "..."

Hong Xiang: "Do we know each other?"

There is absolutely no such person in the chat records on the mobile phone with acquaintances, but he can freely enter and leave the room where Hong Xiang and Hui live. At least before the white-haired youth appeared, Hong Xiang did not notice anything strange.

"I'm very sad to say that, He Hui."

"Oh, then you cry."

"..."

The white-haired young man shrugged helplessly, and the iron bar pulled out from his back plunged into the ceiling. A purple chameleon suddenly appeared on the ceiling where there was nothing before, and after being pierced by the iron bar, it turned into small cubes and dissipated in the air. .

"It's better for this thing to disappear first."

"...Who are you?" Hong Xiang asked this question for the second time.

The other party solved the thing that had been following him... It seemed that the chameleon should have some special ability.

"Yes, you call me Al... yes, A is fine."

"It's so perfunctory, let alone the name, even the code name is too fake."

"Really." The white-haired youth blinked and didn't care.

It's better to say that for him, the name is just a pronoun, which doesn't mean much.

"Then Hehui, let's play chess and chat while playing." The mysterious young man came to Hongxiang's table, his feet still didn't touch the ground, and he was still floating.

The young man gradually approached Hong Xiang, and slowly entered an intimate distance. Hong Xiang did not hide, he watched A's hand open the desk drawer, and took out a game of chess.

"Black or white?"

"What do you think?"

His snow-blue eyes were indifferent, and he just stared straight at Hongxiang.

"...I'm black and you're white."

White hair and white eyelashes, you are the whitest.

In a chess game, the white-haired young man moved first, and after the white-haired young man moved the first piece, Hongxiang moved his own pawns, and the sound of the pieces falling on the board was crisp and pleasant.

"How long have we known each other?"

"With He Hui?"

"……kindness."

This guy knows something.

"It's been ten years."

A dropped a pawn with a calm tone.

"You don't seem to be surprised by this."

According to what he said, relatives and friends of ten years suddenly don't know him, which is very strange.

"what."

The white-haired young man picked up the chess piece, rubbed his fingers slightly, and kept staring at the chessboard with his snow-blue eyes, as if he was thinking about the move.

"All of this is pre-established, and He Hui doesn't need to worry about it."

"I'm already worrying."

A raised his slightly drooping head and looked at the blue pupils of the blond young man.

Hong Xiang looked sincere, "I've lost a lot of brain cells since I woke up this morning, please save them."

"This is normal cell turnover in humans."

"..."

"What's wrong."

"You complained, complained! You have such an unearthly face, but you actually complained about me!"

"Chi..." A muffled snort came out of A's mouth, and he frowned, "Sure enough, human beings... no, Hehui is still Hehui."

Hong Xiang: "..." I don't quite understand your brain circuit.

but--

"Human... aren't you?"

"Not."

"What is that, the snow fox has become a spirit?"

Wow, I saw a non-human~

"...No." A suppressed his smile, his snow-blue eyes calmed down, and continued, "It's the first time I'm looking forward to how Hehui will deal with this situation."

"lie."

The irises opened slightly, and the white-haired youth showed a surprised expression on his face.

"I also lost my memory once. If you were a friend I've known for ten years, wouldn't you know?"

This is a test. A is not surprised that Hongxiang and Hui lost his memory. On the contrary, he is quite curious about how Hongxiang and Hui will deal with it, but——

[For the first time so looking forward to].

According to Mr. Ranpo...

"Why did you lose your memory again?"

Hongxiang and Hui had amnesia once before. As for the time, I'm not sure, but Mr. Ranbu can talk about it in a tone of family life, and it will definitely not be ten years away.

Obviously, I have already had a similar experience, why do I still say it is "the first time I look forward to it so much"?

A was stunned for two seconds, raised his hand and clapped slowly, with an admiring tone, "As expected of He Hui."

The green pupils of the blond-haired youth remained unwavering, and continued to stare at the white-haired youth.

"As a reward, tell He Hui one thing."

buckle -

There was a knock on the office door.

The figure of the white-haired young man gradually became transparent, and Hong Xiang could even see the opposite wall through his body.

"He Hui is a..."

"—O king."

"..." Which king?King Arthur Knight King Conqueror King Hero King?Roman Emperor Persia the Great Egyptian Pharaoh?Do I have a certain king's spirit foundation in me?Can I draw cards as a relic?

"I'm coming in." A calm male voice came from outside the door, but there was still some impatience in the tone of a teenager.

click-

The door was pushed open, and A's figure completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

The person who entered was a small boy with dark hair, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and holding a stack of white paper in his hand.

"Mr. Hehui, you..."

Seeing the blond young man sitting on the sofa chair, as well as the white cat and the chess board on the desk, the little man sighed, "I'm playing chess by myself again."

The little man closed the door and walked into the office, "I have already ordered the documents you approved yesterday. Just like the signed contract, HCLI has already left the port after delivering the goods. Next is the documents to be corrected today."

He put the blank document in his hand on the desk, pushed his glasses, and waited for Hong Xiang to speak.

Hong Xiang: "..." Who is this black-haired, black-eyed dwarf hitting on?

Hongxiang: "PortMafia is born from the port because it is close to the port, right?" In short, let's change the subject by saying something casually.

"...Yes." I don't know what kind of plane Hongxiang is going to build, so let's answer his words first.

"But this name is too inconspicuous. Should we change it to a noble name like Vongola, Cavallone, and Passion?"

The little man: "..."

Little man: "Student Hehui, Italy is different from Japan. Vengley and Gabrielone are both big families with a history of one hundred years. Their names have been decided since the first generation. I never thought about changing the name, it has always been..."

...Damn it, why are they all here!

"That is to say, if the first founder of PortMafia took this name, the leader of the descendants cannot be changed?"

"..." The black-haired, black-eyed boy showed a subtle expression.

"No culture, it's scary."

The first generation of Hong Kong gangsters came out to be beaten, and they actually took such a LOW name!

"...But the leader has already washed the property and called it [Senhe Club]. It took the previous Chinese characters of Mr. Sen and Mr. Hehui. This name is not bad."

"Come on, when I signed the contract, we signed it in the name of PortMafia. [Senhe Club] was just for ordinary people to see. In the other world, we are still the port mafia."

"……so?"

"Let's just use the plan to become a veritable [port mafia]. The port of Yokohama has already been taken, and it is almost possible to expand the business to occupy the ports of Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya, and Kobe."

"..."

"And our PortMafia does not have a Japanese prefix, so after all the Japanese ports are in the bag, we will take down the next-door Pusan ​​Port, Shanghai Port, Hong Kong Port, and Victoria Port, so that we can control all the major ports in Asia. In order to expand the power of the stronghold, take down the European and American ports in one fell swoop. Become the real PortKing, the king of ports!"

"..."

"Ah, I'm joking, don't take it seriously."

Snapped--

The thick paper material was about to hit Hongxiang's head, the chest of the small man was heaving violently, his inhalation and exhalation were a little unstable, he suppressed his emotions, "Mr. Hehui, please stop joking in moderation!"

Snapped.

The blond-haired young man held the little man's wrist, and the green pupils that suddenly lit up did not match the master's steady voice, exuding a trace of coldness, "It's hard for me to be so disrespectful when we meet for the first time. of."

Feeling the pain, the little man couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the materials. The white paper fluttered in the office and fell to the floor.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy quickly found the key words in Hongxiang's discourse.

[meeting for the first time]

He widened his eyes, looked at Hongxiang's face in disbelief, and was stabbed by that strange look again.

"No...it shouldn't be like this."

When he was 11 years old, his supernatural ability went berserk, erasing all the memories of Hongxiang and Hui before the age of 11. In the past few years, he tried his best to control his supernatural ability, and finally found a way to eliminate the supernatural ability back then.

In order to prevent the memory overload from affecting the brain, he chose to use the supernatural power last night after Mr. Hehui fell asleep, but...

Lowering his head, his voice still trembling, the little boy told Hong Xiang everything.

"I am Fujino Shuren, with a supernatural ability [Chaohuaxishi], which can erase other people's memories..."

[Here I would like to thank Tai Moumou for her help, and the prisoners in the interrogation room as their experimental products. 】

[Disqualification in the World] can eliminate the effect of any supernatural power, but the memory erased by Fujino on Tokigo Kazuki cannot be restored even if he touches Osamu Dazai.

Is there a time limit?

After many experiments, Osamu Dazai came to a conclusion.

Once more than seven days, [Zhaohuaxishi] will be fully finalized.In other words, only within seven days, [Disqualification in the World] can be exempted from the role of [Come in the Morning].

"Originally I wanted to be a doctor, but my family was... killed, so I joined the port mafia, and I want to find out the cause of my parents' death!"

Hong Xiang listened in silence, but his thoughts flew outside the office.

Oh, abandon medicine and follow the black.

"Mr. Hehui seems to have been in Hong Kong since he was a child, but I have been here for the past few years. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I have always been by Mr. Hehui's side."

"No need, you weren't by my side when I lost my memory at the age of 11. How did I hide it from that time?"

"...Mr. Hehui is very powerful. He didn't rely on anyone's help. He was alone in Hong Kong and black, and he was not exposed when facing the previous generation." Thinking about it this way, Mr. Hehui probably doesn't need him anymore.

Fujino Shuren's mood fell again and he stopped talking.

"You came to me last night just to restore my memory?"

The little man hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, "No, Mr. Hehui just wanted to ask me something yesterday, and I left after that. After Mr. Hehui fell asleep in the early morning, I used the superpower on Mr. Hehui. "

"..." I don't know if I coauthored it.

"Why do you want to do this, is it not good to tell me directly?"

"This..." Fujino Shuren's words stopped.

"If Hehui wakes up and finds that he has recovered his memory, he will definitely feel guilty for the people he has forgotten. At this time, he can learn from Hehui..." The boy with a bandage on his left eye let out a demonic expression from his right eye Light, said with a bewitching voice.

Seeing that he was silent, the blond youth didn't intend to press him, so the two of them just remained silent in the office for half a minute.

"Fujino," Hong Xiang took out his mobile phone, opened the character address book, and found the note [Lao Mazi], "Is there only one supernatural ability? Do you still have an attack skill like [Scream], [Wandering] that gives the enemy Fangshang DEBUFF skills, or the teleportation skills [from Baicaoyuan to Sanwei Bookstore]?"

"...Everyone has only one superpower, Mr. Hehui."

"yes."

Press the button to delete the three words [Lao Mazi], and re-type a new note——

Brother Xun.