king of yokohama

Fear of the night is an instinct rooted deep in human genes since primitive society.

If it's just black, it's just an ordinary color; if it's just night, it's just the carnival after human beings squandered the day.Therefore, rather than being afraid of the dark, it is better to be afraid of the danger hidden in the dark and the unknown that cannot be controlled.

All around is darkness without a ray of light.

Empty bottles of nutritional medicines were placed neatly beside the stone bed like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

You can no longer remember that this is the first day of solitary confinement.

You lie in bed with your head on your arms and your eyes closed.The sound of breathing and heartbeat echoed in the confinement room, making it even more quiet. If it weren't for your slightly heaving chest, people who strayed into this place would have thought you were dead.

Being in the dark allows you to think more calmly.

You spent the first three days of confinement in the form of memories.From the birth in the laboratory in the previous life, I remembered until A left this closed prison.

There are 7 hours in 168 days, and the heart rate of an adult is 60-100 beats per minute in a resting state.While you are endlessly recalling the past to pass the time, you feel your pulse and silently count the passage of time, and you are surprised to find that only one day has passed.

After remembering the past, you start to sleep, and the sitting posture of cross-legged meditation also begins to change, gradually degrading from sitting upright: lying on your side → lying on your back → lying on your stomach → lying horizontally → lying vertically → paralyzed.

But the tedious environment and restrictive facilities around you still make you feel oppressed. It feels like you are still in the culture chamber of the laboratory.

The place where the eyes can see is occupied by darkness, obviously you have been looking at the ceiling with your eyes open, and after a long time, you start to doubt whether your eyes are open or closed.Raising his hand to touch his eyes, he almost poked his eyes, the eyelids closed instinctively, and the thick eyelashes swept across his fingertips like a small brush.

The food during the confinement period is all nutritional supplements, piled up in the corner of the bed, and you can reach it with your hands.When the man in black delivered it, you groped and counted it with your hands, and found that it was only seven days’ worth, one more is not too much, and one is not too much, which can only maintain the body’s minimum nutritional and energy needs.

The sound insulation of the confinement room is very strong, and you can't hear the sound of the outside world at all. You almost feel that your hearing and language skills have degenerated.Although you can solve this problem by talking to yourself, but that is too silly, and your heart rejects it.

Gradually, being alone in the dark all the time, you feel inexplicably restless, unable to concentrate, and your thinking begins to slacken from time to time.When the stomach begins to protest hunger, you can only feel nauseous after drinking the nutritional supplement.

The physiological changes are too obvious. When you realize that you have been shut down, you have unconsciously forgotten to use the rhythm of the pulse to count the time for a long time.

Now, you are lying on the bed like a dying cancer patient, mechanically drinking nutritional supplements when you are hungry, and supplementing with sleep when your energy is exhausted, repeating over and over again.Because of the lack of interpersonal communication, you fumbled in the dark to arrange the empty nutritional supplement bottles neatly, waiting for the seven days of confinement to pass, without realizing that your behavior and thoughts gradually became a little neurotic.

Who would have thought that when you are in a no-man's land, you have to face threats from yourself, and the only fear you need to overcome is yourself.

The hand that was extended to you in the previous life, the candy that was given to you, in this life, Mori Ogai held your hand and led you along the road, Osamu Dazai let go of your hand, betrayed you, Ryunosuke held it Your hands, the flowers that sent you... The impressive pictures in your memory are repeated in your mind, killing the time of suffering.

But in the end, you don't know whether you are remembering for the sake of remembering, or because you have gone crazy.

The last picture in the turbulent mind was frozen in front of the grave of his biological parents.

You blinked your eyes slowly, trying to make the hallucinations in the darkness disappear in this way, and you, who still maintained your sanity, clearly realized that this was an hallucination caused by your loneliness.

"Xiaoxinzi." Until a deep and magnetic voice rang in your ears.

"......Who are you?"

The nutritional potion has been drunk in advance by you when you are bored.Your physical strength was greatly reduced, and you struggled to sit up against the wall. Although you were vigilant, the voice of the question was still weak.

The boundary between reality and illusion, memory and reality is blurred, and you can no longer tell the difference.

"You and I are uncle and nephew, but also father and daughter." That doting voice didn't stop because of your questioning, "And now we are going to be married."

You accidentally knocked all the nutrient potion bottles on the stone table to the ground, listening to the crackling sound of the glass bottles, your full resistance made you clenched your fists tightly.

Without a sword, you are unarmed.

Without powers, you can't resist.

No one can help you, you can only rely on yourself.

The sound disappeared along with the broken sound.

In the dark, you got out of bed by holding onto the wall with a faint smell of blood. Because you have experienced temporary blindness, you habitually memorized the main layout of this room as soon as you came here, so you won’t be tripped by obstacles .Although this empty and silent confinement room has no furniture at all to act as an obstacle.

On the floor were sharp shards of glass.

You stepped on it with bare feet as your pain became more and more dull.

Like a mermaid who exchanged her legs with a witch's tail, she stepped on the tip of a knife with every step, and the dripping blood was like a rose in full bloom.

"I want to see the once lofty Yahana family prostrate at my feet like slaves!"

This is Amano Rei's voice.

"I want to get back everything I invested in the eldest lady in other ways!"

It was Osamu Dazai's voice.

"I want to pick unknown flowers that I have planted, watered, and nurtured myself!"

This is the voice of the roots of the world.

All kinds of noisy voices came from all directions, and the surrounding darkness made it impossible to see the hiding figures of its owners no matter which direction you turned.

"I want the supremacy, I want Nobu-kun to sleep for me, I want the whole of Yokohama!"

This is the voice of A.

"impossible!"

Your cracked husky voice is shrill and raspy when you're emotional, but no one cares now.

You can accept people who are more capable than you to defeat you openly, but you can't accept that a villain like A who has no ambitions and less ability uses other means to make you taste failure!

"I won't let you succeed..." You gritted your teeth, your face was pale, but your eyes were amazingly bright, looking a little sick, "Yokohama is mine!"

You sense the warmth and generosity of your soul and dismiss shame and incompetence.Holy hatred ignites the fury of the stoic heart, the furious guardian of the city's contempt for mediocrity and folly!

And it is precisely because you are rebellious and have hatred in your chest that you and hatred have supported each other to this day!

You never cry to the corner, even if you are in adversity, it only makes you humble, and you will never stand still.If you are described as a literary giant in history, then your writing style has never allowed you to be judged as a romanticist, but as an idealistic doer.

You want to tear up the darkness that can't be seen, you want to destroy the old rules and regulations, you want to reshape the world on the flames and ruins, you want to bring about reform, you want the port mafia to be reborn, and the whole of Yokohama The city comes back to life!

You want to light up the dawn that the world will never forget. You once couldn’t see the way ahead like the ignorant people in the world. Since the desire to be saved is ugly in itself, then no one will guide you in front of you, no one People light the dawn before you, so let yourself be the lamplighter who leads the way for the world.

Perhaps on this road full of thorns, you will be very lonely, because those who do not agree with each other will abandon you one after another.Or maybe you are not alone on this difficult road, because many like-minded people will surround you.

People around me occasionally ask: "What's the point of hiring teachers for grassroots members of the organization to teach them how to read and write?"

Supporters answer for you, this is an innovative move to improve the overall cultural level of the organization; opponents answer for you, this is hypocrisy to win over the hearts of grassroots members.

It was all they understood, and all they could understand.

So you can't blame them.

So you can only blame this unkind and disgusting world of doom.

All your tenderness and love have been given to Yokohama, what can be left to this wrong world is full of malice, only these are left in your empty shell, whether you want love or not.

In order to correct the wrongs of the world, you will be about to do the same thing as Mori Ogai killed the old boss with a scalpel, except that you will not cut the throat of the previous boss so roughly, even if the old boss walks away without pain.

Usurping the throne and seizing power is just a means for you to realize your ideals and revenge, not an end.

Striving for a high position is too narrow.The world is so big, it's just that modern society can't look at the world with disdain, why don't you even want to look farther?

The port mafia used to belong to the old boss, and now it belongs to Mori Ogai, but the future will only belong to you.

You want to get Yokohama and realize your ideals.

You also get the port mafia and settle your own feud.

The order is not important.

To achieve these two goals, you have to solve the serious illness of the Port Mafia, the constraints of the Armed Detective Agency, the balance of power of the Ability Special/Affair Division, and the prying eyes of the Vongola Mafia.

In a sense, you and Mori Ogai are the same kind of people, and Mori Ogai's teachings to you have been integrated into your bones and blood.In order to do better than Mori Ogai, in order to pull Mori Ogai off the horse, you must be more popular, more deceitful, more hypocritical, more cunning, more ruthless, and more cruel than him.

And those moth hounds and wine bags and rice bags in the organization, the armed detective agency and the special ability/special affairs department outside the organization are really in the way.

They don't die, how do you correct this wrong world?

please.You have never believed in gods, you knelt on the blood-stained glass shards on the ground, put your hands together, and prayed to the gods and Buddhas so devoutly for the first time.

Please, please let them die.

They will sacrifice to correct this wrong world, whether it is heaven, hell, hell, hell, or the other side of the underworld, please accept their souls.

Violent, inhumane, vicious, tyrant, executioner, murderer... these evaluations and infamy, please let your future bear it alone.

"Father, I'm sorry. I want that seat."

You lowered your eyes slightly, and murmured nervously alone in the confinement room, your trembling voice contained three parts of guilt that seemed to be about to cry immediately, but more of it was seven parts of eagerness to try.

Now that I already know that I am a bird in a cage, what is the point of singing desperately to please the owner and make the cage more comfortable?

No matter how comfortable it is to stay in a cage, can it be comfortable to turn over and be the master?

"If you don't give it, I'm going to grab it..."

Your eyes were dark and bleeding, and your voice was so soft that you could hardly hear it.After years of keeping a low profile and suppressing yourself, you can no longer wait or endure.

"I have been your dog for ten years, please...no! Please, use the remaining years to be my pet for ten years!"