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After the mimic incident, the increasingly turbulent Yokohama finally returned to calm.The eagerness to move hidden in the darkness was suppressed again, and the king of the night showed its sharp claws and fangs. As the new leader, Hanae Onitsuka proved that even if the leader was changed, the port mafia is still the one that cannot be provoked. The Port Mafia.

The transition of the Port Mafia ended smoothly and steadily in this way. To the Port Mafia, Onitsuka Hanae is no longer "Miss Pea held in the palm of Mr. Dazai" or "a pure white and weak little princess", but can give They bring glory, give faith, and lead the successful leader to the lord.

"Boss, Mr. A is confirmed dead."

Onitsuka Hanae raised her eyebrows, "Have you been to the medical team?"

"Mr. Fujino said that he committed suicide." Nakajima Atsushi handed her the documents and the photos he took, and said in a low voice: "At the same time, Mr. Fujino also reminded you that his full-time job is a doctor, not a forensic doctor."

Onitsuka Hanae chuckled, "Then tell the finance department to pay our double-job Minister Fujino an extra salary."

Atsushi Nakajima raised the corners of his mouth, slowed down and left.

Onitsuka Hanae was thoughtful, the ratio plan of the Zebra Respiratory Reagent in her hand was still locked in the safe.

"It seems that I need to go to the medical team to find Mr. Fujino."

The medical team is set up on the eighth floor of the central building, and Hanae Onitsuka is no stranger to this place.Mr. Fujino should be regarded as the first port mafia she knew besides Mr. Dazai. She was picked up by Mr. Dazai when she was 13 years old with injuries all over her body, and she stayed here in the intensive care unit for a whole month.

Mr. Fujino is over forty years old, with an ordinary face, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, without a wife and children, and is an out-and-out medical madman.

After Onitsuka Hanae woke up that year, he stared at him like a national treasure, and was so scared that he hid directly in Mr. Dazai's arms.

"Heh, do you want some candy? I remember you like this kind of candy very much?" He sat on the swivel chair with a few candies on the table.

Staying in the cold and mechanical medical room all year round made his face a little abnormally pale, and he looked very cold and cruel when he was serious, but now when he smiled like this, he looked a little weird.

This smile once caused a huge psychological shadow on the young Huazhi, because it was so much like the group of perverted lunatics who stabbed her in the laboratory.Even though the painful memory of Onitsuka Hanae was washed away by Liu Dao Mukuo at that time, the tortured body has long remembered this breath.

After waking up, every time Dr. Fujino carried a silver tray containing all kinds of scary surgical forceps, small scissors, needle tubes and other cold instruments, she would pull the corner of the quilt in fear and try to Hide under the covers.

Later, Mr. Dazai always opened the door of his room on time before Mr. Fujino gave her an injection, and appeared in front of her like a hero who saved her world.

He sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, or looked down at the book in his hand, or quietly looked at Yokohama Harbor where the sea and sky lined up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun kissed his handsome face, and Xiao Huazhi peeked out a pair of eyes with the same color as his from under the quilt, and then boldly stretched out her hand to hold his snow-cold fingertips, feeling like holding the whole world.

Until now, she can still clearly remember the pleasant scent of cedar lingering on the tip of her nose in his thin embrace.The pale skin was pierced, and cold liquid gushed out from the tip of the needle piercing the blue blood vessels, but the gentleness of the fingertips that held him continued to flow like the warmth of the sun, so whether it was the cold sharp needle or the wound around the body, The nightmares kept passing by, like dust floating in the sun, seemingly not worth mentioning at all.

Onitsuka Hanae sat across from him, pinched a candy casually, and smiled, "It's hard to get this in Yokohama. You don't seem to like candies either."

Minister Fujino shrugged, "I don't know who threw it in the drawer, I only remembered it after seeing it."

"The woman who gave you candy was ordered to die the next day, you know?" he said casually, as if joking.

Onitsuka Hanae's expression remained unchanged, she lowered her eyes and smiled casually.

"Really, I don't remember."

The first candy she received in her life came from the man whose wrists and neck were covered with bandages.A small piece of candy, which is not considered expensive, was placed in the palm of his hand.

The man with black curly hair smiled slightly, peeled off the sugar coating with his slender fingers, and put it in her mouth, even the words were soft and soft.

"Do you like Xiao Huazhi? I can give you whatever you want. So, don't ask for other people's things anymore, I'm going to be jealous."

Even her voice had a soft coquettish ending, and the little Huazhi raised her head to look at his exposed wrist and the messy bandages on his neck, and took out the untouched candy from under the pillow.

The leader of the young man, who has always been clever and unpredictable, was also surprised for a moment, "Oh, this is really..."

The abyss-like melancholy in the kite-colored pupils slowly dormant in the shattered sunlight, with his slender fingers placed at the corners of his mouth, as if he had just heard the funniest joke, he bent down from laughing so much.

Xiao Huazhi tilted her head, but she didn't see the black-clothed bodyguard guarding the door heaving a sigh of relief, she just felt very strange...

You're obviously smiling, why aren't you happy at all?

If you are not happy, then eat candy.If the mouth is sweet, then the heart must also feel the sweetness.

Thinking of this, she leaned forward again and handed the candy to him.

"If you give it to me, you will lose it. Are you really willing to give it to me, the little treasure that has been secretly hidden for so long?" Osamu Dazai straightened up, leaned his elbows against the edge of the bed, propped his jaw, and asked with his head tilted.

"Originally, it was for you." The little girl on the hospital bed followed his example and tilted her head.

Osamu Dazai suddenly put away his smile.

The moody leader is a nightmare legend throughout Yokohama.His handsome face can easily win the favor of anyone, and his sweet words come as casually as eating and drinking, but he has already seen the leader of the ruthless port mafia, and no one dares to approach him.

He is so smart, he only looks at you lightly, his iris-colored eyes are as thick as a swamp, and before he even reflects his figure, he will be covered from the outside to the inside, every bone, every blood vessel, every The cells can see clearly, and no small thought can be hidden from his eyes. In his eyes, even the most stubborn people can't hide.

Therefore, even if he was still affectionate one second, he may turn his face and be ruthless in the next second.

And when he looked at people with no expression like this, it was the scariest.

Even the breathing became much clearer, and the dead silence like a cemetery made people tremble with fear. It was so gloomy that it seemed that the surrounding air had turned into a swamp of rotting branches and leaves, submerging the mouth and nose impermeably, bringing about the horrible feeling of suffocation. terror.

The little girl couldn't help shrinking her shoulders.

Oops, Oops!

The backs of the bodyguards had long been soaked in cold sweat.

However, in the next second, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

A small hand touched his face as the girl leaned forward, the palm was a little wet, and there was a sweet smell of essence in candy.

In his empty eyes, a small figure was truly reflected.

The young leader suddenly laughed, and the laughter from his throat shook his chest, driving his slowly dying heart to beat, so the corners of his mouth curled up.

He stretched out his hand and hugged her like a doll, quickly snatched the melted candy from the little girl and stuffed it into his mouth, then buried his head next to her neck, complaining with a pout: The candy doesn't taste good at all. Trying to seduce my majestic port mafia boss, but not even willing to buy a better candy for my little lady. It's too much."

"However, let's just say that." The eighteen-year-old leader wrinkled his nose like a sweet little boy, and raised her little finger childishly, "Before stepping into the land of eternal peace with me, , keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.”

Through the silhouette of time, Onitsuka Hanae clearly saw that following these words, a gleam of light appeared in the dazed eyes of the girl kneeling on the hospital bed, like a bright galaxy covered with silver gauze on a summer night.

He is like a beam of light that splits despair and shines into the abyss.

But the young girl didn't know at the time that when she said this, the boy who turned his back to her and buried his soft black hair by the side of her neck suddenly flashed in his eyes like dead leaves A trace of confusion.

Like a shooting star across the deserted night, like a bouquet of flowers blooming beside a rotten mud pond.

After leaving the medical room, she just ran into Atsushi Nakajima who was walking hurriedly.

Then I learned that Yandao Zhonger, who was taken to the execution room before the mimic incident, ran away quietly at some point.

Onitsuka Hanae followed him to the execution room, the pried open gate was wide open, and she looked around, but didn't see the silver handcuffs that should have been thrown on the ground.

Not long after, Izumi Kyoka sent the surveillance video repaired by the technical department. Onitsuka Hanae sat at the desk with a thin and light laptop in front of her. The time of the surveillance video showed that it was noon yesterday, that is, she became While going to the appointment with the appearance of Mr. Chuya.

The man with his head hanging on the cross suddenly raised his head, his gaze was precisely on the hidden miniature camera, and he showed a smug smile.

The slender fingers snapped, and the silver handcuffs were released with a click.After he untied it, he didn't drop the handcuffs casually, but took out a small pink clip from his cuff—it was so rustic, the kind that even Sakunosuke's less than five-year-old Sakuro would not wear on his head.

Onitsuka Hanae: ...

I saw him slamming left and right with the clip a few times, and quickly pressed a few numbers on the combination lock, and the door of the torture room opened slowly and quickly.

And before he walked out swaggeringly, he deliberately turned his head and blinked at the miniature camera, slowly raised the silver handcuffs between his fingers, and then kissed lightly on one side of the handcuffs.

Onitsuka Hanae, who slowly made a question mark, didn't remember that that place happened to be the place where her fingers touched when she handcuffed him not long ago.