king of yokohama

Mori Ogai just fell down.

The port mafia, which has undergone three major shake-ups in recent years, has no leader.

Hirotsu Yanagi was the first to stand up and elect you to temporarily take over as the leader of Hong Kong gangsters to preside over the overall situation, followed by Ozaki Momiji and Rokudo Mukuro.And Zhong Yuanzhong, who came over from abroad in a hurry after receiving the news, also took off his hat and knelt on one knee to express his obedience the moment he saw the face of your successor.

You were pushed to the throne by the old ministries, and you got what you had worked so hard to get without any effort.

Even if you know that if Wakamori Ogai wakes up, there will be a bloody storm about the ownership of the leader, you still sit on this iron throne full of thorns.

"Mr. Mori is the same as the president of the Armed Detective Agency. What he got was not poison, but a virus-type ability, 'co-phagia'." Liudao Mukui, whose intelligence network is also widely spread abroad, quickly got the virus. The information is for everyone to popularize science.

"The outbreak time of the virus is only 4 o'clock... This means that whichever end the life of Mr. Mori and the president of Wusha first, the other will be rescued."

Isn't it obvious that there is a mastermind behind the scenes who is planning to make the two major organizations in Yokohama go to war, and then fish in troubled waters so that the fisherman can benefit.

Sitting on the seat that used to be exclusive to Mori Ogai, you frowned and didn't express any opinion.

This conspiracy is not easy to break.

It's not easy to take the initiative to assassinate the president of the Armed Detective Agency, and maybe the people of the Wu Club are also planning to assassinate Mori Ogai.

You don't want to follow the wishes of the mastermind behind the scenes.

You think of books that bring to life the things written on them.That "book" is currently sealed and kept by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and a page was torn off in order to study the nature of the book.If you can get that piece of paper, everything will be all right.

But you know, the real "book", which is the source of the world, is already hanging around Dostoyevsky, so even getting that page is of no use.

This way does not work, then only...

Suddenly thought of something, under the watchful eyes of everyone, you suddenly stood up from your seat, the back of your shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

That bottle of undead spring water...you who had previously unknown the effect of the virus, had already given it to Atsushi Nakajima before returning to Hong Kong...!

"Chuya went to intercept Rentora immediately, Hirotsu went to inquire about Fukuzawa Yukichi's current situation, Ozaki went to the earl to ask for medicine... Muku-kun led the rest of the people, and all the people went out to hunt down the devil, once found , kill on the spot!"

Absolutely not...never for your sake...

After arranging the work of the gangsters in Hong Kong, you put all the succession matters back, and you are mentally prepared to go to the ward to see Mori Ogai.

This is the first time you see him lying weakly on the hospital bed. This man has always been good at hiding his fragility and never showing it in front of others.

Listening to the steady heartbeat of the man, knowing that he is awake, you stand at the door of the ward, hold the door frame with one hand, and call him softly.

"Father."

Very formulaic title.

Mori Ogai's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he opened his eyes.Tilting your head slightly, your distracted eyes slowly focus on you.

The moment he fully saw your current appearance, his tired eyes lit up, and when he looked at you, there were tears in his eyes, so gentle that it seemed that water would drop at any time.

Even if you have been estranged from each other for many years, the pure, warm and loving gaze you once had appeared in his eyes again at this time.

"You should have heard about the situation from others."

Now that Zhong Ye has no time to catch up with Renhu, you are not sure about it, so you have to prepare for the worst.

Don't look away from the other person's eyes, you force yourself to calm down and think about the distractions you will get after he dies.

"I heard it was a girl."

Mori Ogai, who looked extraordinarily thin in a hospital gown, smiled, then sighed a long time, and said so.

This is what he is most concerned about and what makes him most happy and disappointed.

"Is my little Xinzi... becoming a parent too?"

I didn't expect that the first sentence he said to you after reuniting after a long absence would be so emotional.

You opened your mouth, but you still haven't corrected the other party. What you want to express is not this.

The man with black hair and red pupils on the hospital bed coughed, his face turned pale, "Did you name it?"

Unable to speak for some reason, you shook your head.

Mori Ogai thought for a while, "How about calling me Jasmine?"

"Nobuko will have other children, this girl should be adopted by the Mori family."

Seeing you nodding, he smiled again, some blood appeared on his pale cheeks, and he asked calmly, "When is Nobuko planning to marry Akutagawa-kun?"

He can rest assured only when you are handed over to the next person who can protect you.Even if he knows that you are no longer the little girl who needs to rely on his blessing to live.

"I may not be able to wait for that day." As if he had a premonition of his own death, Mori Ogai supported his body and sat up, beckoning to you, beckoning you to come over.

You hesitated for a moment, and finally walked forward and sat on the chair beside the bed, bent over and pillowed your arms, and fell on his lap as close as you were a child.

Mori Ogai raised his hand and touched your head, and said in a warm voice, "This organization, let's give it to Xiaoxinzi as a dowry. It was originally intended for you." It was just out of some kind of selfishness of his that he didn't take any action.

The man with black hair and red pupils looked far away, as if he saw the grand wedding in the near future.

The silver-haired and red-eyed girl walked onto the red carpet holding his arm, and the cute little Jasmine was running around mischievously throwing petals beside her as a flower girl.The girl's groom was on the opposite side, watching her with a smile.

"I still want to see Nobuko wearing a wedding dress, walking down the aisle holding Nobuko's hand, and handing Nobuko safely into the hands of another person...Looking at Nobuko..."

His voice was very soft, as if he was about to fall into a beautiful dream and refused to wake up.

In a daze, I saw the little girl with long silver hair walking aimlessly through the sea of ​​flowers in a long floral dress, holding a blue cornflower in her hand when she looked back in surprise.

"Papa Ogai!"

At that time, the lively and cunning little girl ran towards him with a bright smile, her skirt swept over the petals and dyed the fragrance, and she opened her arms to him for a hug.

"Papa Ogai!"

Was it his little letter calling out to him?

"Mori Ogai..."

You murmured softly the name of the man who seemed to be in a daze on the hospital bed, "Wait a minute, wait a little longer..."

Those you sent out are coming back.

You don't want him to die.

Mori Ogai smiled, fine lines appeared in the corners of his eyes, full of the charm of a mature man.After being in a coma for only one day, some gray hairs appeared in his black hair.

You remembered the first time he held your hand.

At the gate of the port mafia building, he also smiled like this, holding your hand, and leading you into this dark but warm world.

"I remember, I taught Nobuko before that you should seek the best solution for everything." The man on the hospital bed smiled softly, reminding you as before, "I'm dead, what should you do, Nobuko?"

benefit division.

Implement the means needed to calm unrest within the organization.

Hold on to power.

Protect this city.

The inexplicable sourness flooded you, making your throat seem to be blocked by something, and a weak whimper overflowed, dragging you into another abyss.

"Whether you believe it or not."

After a while, you regained the ability to speak, closed your eyes to suppress the tears from pouring out, and still didn't have the courage to look up at him.

"I never wanted you to die."

You may hate him and blame him, but you never thought that you would let him die indirectly.

"But people are mortal."

He will surely die before you.

Mori Ogai combed your slightly messy long hair with his hands, his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle, but unfortunately no one has seen it.

For you, he has done many things that are unbelievable to outsiders, such as combing, braiding and changing your clothes for you, bowing his head and patiently listening to your twittering, no matter how busy he is, he can rush back to accompany you as soon as possible, and talk to you. Stories lull you to sleep.

"You can be my daughter, thank you."

At that time, you were still a little girl who could see the end at a glance. A specious liking and a slight smile made him feel satisfied for a long time.

"Although, I'm not a good father."

You open your eyes suddenly.Finally unable to control my emotions, tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.

"I love you."

Not just as a father, but as a man.

The hand stroking your hair gradually became cold, and there was a gentle smile on Mori Ogai's lips, and the pair of red pupils that were always staring at you closed slowly, slowly, slowly.

The weak beating heartbeat that you have been paying attention to since entering the ward stopped abruptly.

"...Ouwai Dad...?"

After a while, you called him at a loss.

You walked out of the ward in a daze, and when you saw the figure who had been guarding the door for an unknown amount of time, you suddenly burst into tears.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke came over and hugged you tightly, just like you hugged him who was about to die of serious injuries a long time ago, trying to give you the strength to stand up again.

You put your arms around his neck, buried your head in the socket of his neck, trembling all over, crying like a child.

You are crying for all your self-willedness and selfishness, for the three years you wasted, and for the new life of your battered soul bought by the death of Mori Ogai.

"Ryunosuke..."

Your voice is surprisingly hoarse.

"I don't have a father anymore..."