So the hat stand knocked Jae-mei down?

early morning.

The first rays of sunlight entered the room through the curtains that were not well covered, forming a slanting shadow on the bed.It's spring, the season when all things are revived. Outside the window, there are a few baby birds waiting to be fed, eagerly looking forward to the return of the mother bird with today's breakfast.

After dawn, the streets seemed less deserted.The small shop that sells breakfast has already been busy before people get up. At this moment, the door of the shop has been opened, waiting for the first customer of the day to come to the door.

Some office workers whose work place is far away from home finished packing, went downstairs with their briefcases, and walked into their favorite breakfast shop familiarly.

Just when the world seemed to wake up.

bell--

The piercing sound of an alarm clock cut through the silent air in a certain room in the apartment. The owner who was sleeping on the bed closed his eyes tightly, and his brows unconsciously frowned into a "Chuan" shape.

That is a man.

His state didn't look very right. According to the empty wine bottle on the bedside table and the glass with only half a glass of wine left, it's not difficult to guess how much the man drank before going to bed last night.

A hangover doesn't feel good.

The place at the temple hopped and hopped, as if it was connected to a certain nerve in his brain, and his head ached with every hop.Chuya Nakahara's consciousness was not fully awake yet, but he first patted his forehead twice with his palm, trying to relieve the pain of the hangover.

It's a pity that such an action brought him a little relaxed feeling.On the contrary, beside his pillow, there was an alarm bell screaming like a duck screaming by its neck, which made him even more irritable.

"Dazai!" Nakahara seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and he closed his eyes and called out a person's name, "Your alarm clock is so loud, turn it off!"

"..." The only answer to him was the ringing of bells.

"Dazai! Did you hear that! Hurry up and set your bastard's alarm clock—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

What followed his voice stopped was the air that seemed to have stopped along with it.Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that now in this room, the person who could respond to him is no longer there.

Zhong Yuan also reached out and touched the alarm clock next to the pillow, and finally made it quiet.He lay on the bed for a while, tossing and turning, he was no longer sleepy, and finally got up on his stomach, and dragged his tired body into the bathroom.

Today is April 20, 29XX, his 30th birthday, and also the seventh year and 230 days since Osamu Dazai jumped to his death.

"Hiss." Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the toothbrush from his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of foam. The white foam was covered with a little red bloodshot.He frowned, and hurriedly held up the cup next to him to rinse his mouth, then leaned closer to the half-length mirror in front of him to check his gums.

Sure enough, because he drank too much recently and seldom eats, his gums are bleeding.

After rinsing off the toothbrush, Chuya washed his face, turned and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen.

Because his gums were bleeding, it was rare for him to cook a hearty breakfast for himself, mostly green vegetables.Living alone has such advantages. He can do housework such as cooking, even if he doesn't eat at home often, but he has learned everything after living alone for a long time.

While Zhongye was preparing breakfast, the other owner who lived in the living room also got up at the right time, jumped out of his den, ran over energetically and tugged on Zhongye's trousers.

"Yo, Alex." Chuya squatted down and rubbed Alex's head, "Have you woke up too? Wait for me, I can prepare your breakfast after I fry the eggs .”

"Wow!" Alex is an eight-year-old golden retriever with a docile personality, and he likes to cling to his master Nakaya the most.As soon as he heard that he could have breakfast soon, the little guy's happy mood was directly expressed through his tail.

One person and one pet quickly cleaned up the food on his plate. When Nakahara Chuya went to wash the dishes, Alex very sensiblely took his dog food bowl over, meaning that he asked Chuya to put his own tableware as well. wash off.

Alex was very proficient in doing this, and it should be a daily routine.

It was usually past seven o'clock after breakfast, and it was time for Alex to go out to play.It's just that because Zhongyuan Zhong was also drunk, today's time is a little late.

By the time he packed everything up, it was already close to eight o'clock.

Alex obviously couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Chuya Nakahara opened the door of the room, he ran out.Fortunately, he was still holding the golden retriever's leash in his hand, so he stopped Alex's footsteps in time, and didn't let the big dog run out by itself to scare the pedestrians outside.

Walking after dinner is the most leisurely time of the day for Chuya Nakahara.

The apartment he lived in was not far from the headquarters building of the Port Mafia, even if it was only a ten-minute walk away.Zhongyuan Zhongye simply took advantage of this distance to walk the energetic Alex while walking to and from get off work every day.

As for whether it is possible to bring pets into the office, Chuya has never thought about it.Anyway, he is the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters now, he just brought a golden retriever into the office, no one will come up to touch him because of this.

After all, Alex is a golden retriever, not a husky.

The boss who leads the golden retriever to work is obviously very friendly, even if this is a boss who can destroy a small organization by himself alone.If one were to be chosen as the most popular among the leaders of the Port Mafia before and after, Zhongyuanzhong would definitely be the No.

Amidst the greetings from the subordinates who were coming and going, Nakahara also got on the elevator to the top floor.

The top floor is the Hong Kong Hei Building that belongs exclusively to the leader. Nakaya has gone through fire and water for the Hong Kong Hei for 15 years. Even when he was young, when Mori Ogai was still the leader, the number of times he came to the leader's office can be said to be Countless.

But when he really started to get familiar with this office, in fact, it should be when Osamu Dazai ascended to this supreme position.

The change of the old and new leaders, this was the most likely time to cause turmoil in the port mafia, which was known as the iron wall at the time.In order to get a share of the pie, many forces secretly dispatched assassins to assassinate Osamu Dazai regardless of day or night.And it happened that Dazai didn't have much force, so Nakahara had no choice but to protect her personally, squatting in the office all day long.

It is not impossible for the two of them to sleep directly in the office when they are busy.

This kind of close protection lasted for a whole year, until Dazai used ruthless means to eradicate all the forces who dared to make small moves behind the scenes.

And the change of his relationship with Dazai was during that period of time.A man and a woman lived in the same room, and one of them was unfortunately poisoned, so they simply wiped out their guns and went off, and the relationship changed from a partner who hated each other to a lover who hated each other.

But even so, Nakahara never felt that he could have any special feelings for Dazai.He thought in his heart that if he saw Osamu Dazai die, he would definitely open a bottle of the most precious red wine in his wine cellar and celebrate for a day and a night.

He always thought so.

——Until the day Osamu Dazai really died.

He got the news abroad, and after returning home, he could only watch Osamu Dazai's body being cremated.Oh, he did open the most expensive bottle of wine that night, but he couldn't taste anything when he drank it, not even the slightest bit of drunkenness.

A person who usually gets drunk after a glass of wine didn't feel anything that day.

From then on, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he would never be able to get drunk so easily in the future.

*

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The crisp knock on the door brought Nakahara Chuya out of the torn memories, and Chuya glanced at the well-behaved Alex lying next to him, cleared his throat, and said, "Come in."

"...Mr. Nakaya." A white-haired young man came in, holding what looked like an envelope in his hand.

"It's Don, what's the matter?"

"This is the invitation sent by Mr. Uemura half a month ago. It is his daughter's birthday party. You are invited to attend." Atsushi Nakajima respectfully put the invitation on the desk, "You said you were checking the time, so you didn't reply. He called again today to ask."

"Shangcun..." Zhongye pondered for a moment, "The factory we contacted belongs to his family, right?"

"Is such that."

"Where is the location?"

"It's... on top of a cruise ship." Atsushi Nakajima also felt a little strange about this location, after all, few people would hold such a large banquet at sea.

In case something happens, there is no way to respond in time on the sea.

"It's on the sea..." Zhongye's expression was confused for a moment, "Okay, I don't have anything to do recently, so I'll go there."