In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

The tall man has short hair and messy hair, without the stereotype that he usually keeps his head in the back of his head. He is skillfully frying eggs and cutting sandwiches, full of life.

Hearing the sound of his coming, the man turned his head, with the same unwavering face, and said in a calm and respectful tone:

"Master Chuya, I'm sorry for using your kitchen without authorization. I made breakfast, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Ha..." Zhong Yuanzhong, who was rubbing his hair blankly, didn't know what to say in response, but felt that the house with Qin Junjie was also strange!

After putting the plate on the table, Qin Junjie looked in the refrigerator, "Is there no milk, Mr. Chuya?"

Nakahara Chuya frowned: "Huh? How could there be such a thing! I've already started drinking!"

Qin Junjie gave him a disapproving look, "Drinking milk for minors can supplement calcium and promote sleep. Alcohol can't achieve this effect."

"Stop talking!" Zhongyuan Zhong also stuck his neck like an adolescent boy caught drinking by his parents, forcing him to shut up.

"It's too dry for breakfast without liquid, and it's not good to drink alcohol early in the morning, so I can only make do with ice water, Mr. Chuya."

It was the first time in the boy's life that someone was nagging about his breakfast, muttering: "Whatever you want, I usually eat whatever I want."

Qin Junjie sighed slightly, "This subordinate has probably been living alone since he was ten years old. It's not good if he doesn't learn how to take care of himself alone, Mr. Chuya."

He stroked his bright orange short hair and said so to this 16-year-old boy.

"Subordinates are not allowed to touch the boss's head!"

Nakahara also turned his head away, exposing his red-dyed agate ears like beautiful agate ears.

Qin Junjie's gaze narrowed slightly, and he forcibly moved away, "Okay, let's have breakfast, Mr. Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked up to him to serve breakfast, he was very close, but he didn't smell the medicine, he said directly without thinking too much: "By the way, I also have regular medicines and bandages at home, you must not have time to change them last night Right? Let’s deal with it later.”

He was a little annoyed: "Why didn't I think about it yesterday, I shouldn't have taken you to drink, how can a seriously injured person—"

"what--"

He finally came to his senses and turned around blankly: "How can a normal person who has suffered such a serious injury stand up? You are not a person with supernatural powers."

The moment has finally come.

I sighed almost inaudibly, brought Mr. Chuya who was in a daze to the dining table, and said while eating, "I actually didn't show up there that day, and I didn't block the bullet for you."

Mr. Chuya, who had heard this sentence too many times last night, looked a little dazed, as if he remembered something.But no matter what, I just hope to drink a few more times to bury this idea in the memory of the other party, how can it be effective once.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I remember it very clearly!"

Sure enough, he chewed the fried egg, his cheeks puffed up and said firmly.

I also know that when Chuya-sama is still awake, there is no way to talk nonsense.In fact, if I haven't reacted all the time, I will push the boat along and let this matter pass.

But, after all, Master Chuya is not really stupid.

Mr. Chuya has already realized that without a reasonable explanation, it is not impossible to let him find the truth by himself.

This ability of not dying still has some disadvantages.

All I can say is, "If you were to ask people now, the answer would be, I wasn't there at all that day, and I didn't hold a gun for you."

Chuya-sama paused while chewing the sandwich, then raised his eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

I took a sip of ice water unwillingly, and explained: "I will not die, Master Chuya. The moment I open my eyes again, everyone's memories will be tampered with, and you somehow escaped This memory modification."

Chuya-sama looked like a frightened little animal, his cobalt blue eyes widened, and his whole body was still.

I finished my breakfast unhurriedly, and urged: "Eat quickly, Mr. Chuya, I'm going to be late for work."

"Oh," Nakaya-sama mechanically repeated the process of putting something in his mouth, chewing it, and swallowing it.

This kind of eating is not very good for the body. It seems that such words cannot be said on the occasion of eating, so I will write it down.

Mr. Chuya didn't seem to process all the information until he was sitting in the car.

He suddenly asked something else: "Last time, when I first entered Hong Kong, did you die once? At that time, they said that it didn't matter where you were shot, so it was fine. But you continued without much recovery. Already working."

"I thought you simply loved your work. I didn't expect... At that time, you didn't have any wounds at all, did you? All the wounds on your body will disappear when you, uh, wake up?"

Thank you for your gentle words, but I'm a big man and I won't be hurt by this.

I looked at the frowning teenager in the back seat through my sunglasses and the rearview mirror.

It seems that not only this time, he was not affected by the previous death, but because he was not at the scene, he didn't find any abnormalities.Is the memory modification itself not working on him?Or is it limited to the memory modification of my death?

"Can your memory be tampered with?" I asked bluntly.

Mr. Chuya shook his head seriously, "I don't think so. Although I haven't tried it, psychic powers will still affect me. By analogy, my brain may not be able to block the modification of memory."

That is, Mr. Chuya's memory of my death cannot be amended?

I continue to think.

Mr. Chuya sat in the back seat and asked awkwardly: "You, you just told me about such an important ability that is life-threatening?"

Chuya-sama, you are such a kind-hearted child.

I didn't have any scruples, and said bluntly: "You will notice the abnormality even if I don't say it, so it's better to be frank. And Mr. Chuya is trustworthy."

"Also, I'm not sure if this is a supernatural power. Although I don't remember, this power is not innate."

"What do you mean?!" Nakaya-sama raised his eyes to look at me, a little too excited, "...human experiment?"

So excited, what does Chuya-sama have to do with human experiments?

I put my doubts in my heart and continued: "There is this possibility. But it is not impossible to obtain this power suddenly. I actually don't remember. The memory before the age of ten was blocked by someone, and occasionally some slipped through the net. Fish are trivial pieces like the lullabies my mother hums."

Master Chuya relaxed, "Is there any family? Then it should not be an experimental subject."

I was not optimistic about this in my heart, but I didn't continue to talk.

The car was temporarily quiet.

After a while, Master Chuya looked out the window and said awkwardly: "Even if you say so, I will not hide it for you when the leader asks."

When the leader asked?Unless there are other accidents, the leader will probably never ask about him, an ordinary subordinate of Mr. Chuya, in his whole life.

And everyone who pays attention to me will forget me after my next death and resurrection, and will only remember that this is an ordinary passerby A.

Chuya-sama doesn't know this, I don't know if there is a smile in my eyes, but I am a little happy in my heart, because of this awkward but very gentle boy, he is worried about me.

In the 22 years I can remember before the age of 12, I have been like a ghost, forced to keep a distance from people.There are no close friends, no lovers who hold hands, only myself, alone.

Master Chuya, it really is different.

He remembers me.

I couldn't control myself, staring at the rearview mirror with those disgusting dark eyes that seemed to swallow everything like a whirlpool, deeply engraving the figure of Mr. Nakaya looking out of the car window with his chin resting in his mind.

Will someone finally remember me?

The same secret will shorten the distance between two people.

Although on the surface, Chuya-sama and I didn't go very far, but occasionally when our eyes meet, we no longer skip it as before, but have a certain tacit understanding, and we will nod and say hello.

After the struggle ended, apart from the intelligence department, which was busy sorting out information, other departments responsible for the heavy losses in the fighting began to reward their merits and replenish their manpower.

Chuya-sama didn't always take the pain of losing his companions to heart. He seemed to pack those people into a certain box of memory after getting drunk, and then started to live forward with the people from the past. .

It just occurred to me that although he was only 16—the age at which a normal person would go to high school or fall in love or engage in some kind of club activity—he had seen too many deaths, so much that witnessing the death of his companions was already meaningful to him. the usual process.

Although the pain in it will not be lessened by habit.

Newcomers are continuously added to Mr. Nakaya’s group, and the old people who survived the struggle who belonged to the group have also been transferred and promoted.After all, the subordinates who come out from Mr. Chuya are capable of writing and martial arts, no matter which department they go to, they are competent.

Among the remaining eight people, one will be the group leader, one will assist, and one will teach newcomers.I was promoted to be the younger brother of Master Chuya, and the rest were seconded.

It is said that it is a secondment, but in fact, everyone knows it well, and generally they will not return it.

Nakahara, Octopus, and Nakaya-sama in the office angrily reprimanded while revising the document: "Bastard Osamu Dazai! To let himself go, he would commit suicide by playing whatever game, and even report to the leader who wanted me! Brazen!!"

While listening, I helped collect the documents to be distributed.

I don't know much about the prospective cadre Osamu Dazai, I mostly heard some rumors from others.

Even if he debuted as a partner with Master Chuya during this struggle, in my opinion, the relationship between the two is not harmonious, and it is not unreasonable to say that they are in the same situation.

And he always bullies Mr. Zhongye because he has a bad mind.Oh, I don't mean that Chuya-sama has a bad mind, but that the boy named Dazai Osamu who is the same age as Chuya-sama is too smart and even shrewd, and he is best at playing tricks on people's hearts.Mr. Zhongye, who was originally pure and direct, was played around by him.

I don't deny that the other party is a qualified mafia, and no one is dissatisfied as a quasi-cadre at a young age, but I am a little hard to understand that he is keen to bully Mr. Zhongya.

And bored.

"Master Chuya, these."

Mr. Zhongye took the document, his mood improved a little, and he praised: "Oh, Qin, you guys handled the document well, it's clear at a glance."

My face was indifferent: "It's good to share your worries."

Of course I wouldn't be so serious about my usual work, but seeing Mr. Nakaya so busy, I couldn't bear to touch the fish unconsciously.