All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

The competition in the auction venue was fierce. From time to time, someone in the audience raised their number plate to bid for the price. Fukuzawa Yukichi stood in front of the sofa in the box on the second floor, which was invisible to everyone.

The expression on his face has always been rare, just like the vast and boundless ice layer of the North Pole, separating the ground from the ocean, emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are hidden in the bottomless and untouchable seabed, and undercurrents surge under the ice shell , but the surface is calm.

Mori Ogai squinted at him, Fukuzawa Yukichi kept his posture unchanged, looking forward, only felt that his gaze was as sharp as an ice pick, piercing straight through his disguise.

For the first time, he was grateful for the shortcoming of lack of facial expressions.

That gaze didn't seem to see anything unusual, stared at it for a while, and then drifted back. Fukuzawa Yukichi just breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense heart beat a few times, but he heard the other party say:

"Where's the wolf next to Your Excellency Fuzawa?"

"What? What wolf?" Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously replied.

Lies are endless. Once you start, you will use endless lies to fill the subsequent potholes.

He also had some doubts about the lies he blurted out. Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with such things...

However, if the opponent knows what happened last night, another fight is inevitable.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is not afraid of fighting with the opponent.

The red wine reflected bright light in the glass. Mori Ogai shook the glass lightly, his eyes were even brighter than the liquid in the glass, Fukuzawa Yukichi didn’t know where he should look for a moment, he was persistent and refused Sitting down, the tall body stood in front of the sofa, his eyes passed through the venue, and stopped on the host who was beating the small hammer on the stage, and kept his mouth shut.

The wine glass fell on the table, and there was a crisp sound of collision between the crystal and the marble. Mori Ogai slowly retracted his lapped legs, put his elbows on his knees, and leaned forward.

This is a very aggressive gesture.

"It's that horse..." Mori Ogai stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi's back, and the words swirled on the tip of his tongue, with a little teasing:

"...Silver Wolf."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's neck stiffened, thinking that the other party was calling him by his former nickname.

The tall, silver-haired man paused on the spot, his slightly parted lips hesitated to speak, he withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to look at Mori Ogai.

"Ah, speaking of it..."

Mori Ogai clapped his hands together suddenly, interrupting Fukuzawa Yukichi's words that were about to blurt out, "Since His Excellency Fukuzawa happens to be here, does that mean the rumors about the 'Golden Arrow' should be true?"

He changed the topic quickly, and Fukuzawa Yukichi was still thinking about the next countermeasures in his mind, but he didn't expect to hear "Golden Arrow" again inexplicably.

He frowned, and slowly repeated in a deep voice: "Golden Arrow?"

"It is said that it is in the 'hidden list' of this auction." Mori Ogai said with a smile: "Although the port mafia and the armed detective agency are in a state of cooperation, I don't think Mr. Fukuzawa will not intervene. Feet...ah, no, this should be called seizing people's love, right?"

The voiceover is--today's "Golden Arrow" and their port mafia will not let it go.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't come here for this in the first place, he turned his head noncommittally, and the peripheral vision from the corner of his eye swept across the field——

At the edge of the crowd, several black-clothed men with blurred faces walked along the wall to the backstage with one hand on their chest.

With a gun, it doesn't look like a security guard at an auction. .

Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his head to the side, and saw Mori Ogai and him looking back at the same moment, and the man beside him blinked with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh, what does Your Excellency Fukuzawa have? Is there any auction item you fancy?"

In front of the host on the stage was a long table with a dark teak-colored knife rest placed on it. The knife, the one I saw on the auction list just now - the masterpiece of Master Masataka Matsuda, was placed on top of it. superior.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's fingertips were twirling in the cuffs, and his knuckles were calluses from knives, rough proof of his dependence and love for knives.

He couldn't wait to go downstairs, the offer had already begun.

Mori Ogai rested his right hand on his chin, and tapped his fingertips lightly. He tilted his head, like a fox watching its prey, his eyes narrowed.

After thinking for two seconds, he reached for the tablet computer on the table and entered a series of numbers.

"Uh." The host standing on the stage stared at the monitor on the side for a moment, then put a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the second floor of the high-end platform.

"The buyer of the 'Dancing Girl' hall bid 250 million. Do you have a higher bid? In fact, we have prepared for a long time for everyone to think about. The last work of Masataka Matsuda is a unique sword. ..."

Before the host finished speaking, there was a sharp beep from the microphone, the lights went out in an instant, and the hall was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

"Ah!" several timid guests screamed.

"Please don't panic." The host raised his voice, trying to calm everyone's emotions, "Please don't walk around randomly. For the safety of you and others, please wait where you are. This is an emergency. We? We have backup power, electricity It will be back soon."

The uproar continued.

In the box on the second floor.

The moment the lights went out, Mori Ogai got up from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness engulfed the two of them like a tide, and Mori Ogai blinked, and found that everything in his field of vision was clearly visible as if it were daytime.

Even Fukuzawa Yukichi was clearly aware of Fukuzawa Yukichi's arm that stayed in the air and wanted to help him.

"Can you see it?" Mori Ogai walked straight towards Fukuzawa Yukichi, and as expected, he saw Fukuzawa Yukichi withdrawing.

"I? I practice kendo." Fukuzawa Yukichi gave an answer that was not an explanation. He asked back, but it was an affirmative sentence:

"You can see it."

Mori Ogai laughed softly, he bypassed Fukuzawa Yukichi, approached the door, and held the doorknob.

He smelled the smell of blood behind the crack of the door, and his face was calm, "I guess this light won't turn on for a while."

Fukuzawa Yukichi stretched out his hand to touch the knife, but his hand was empty at the side of his waist. When he was going to the auction site, he was stopped at the security checkpoint, and now he is probably in the locker.

It was originally just a simple auction, who would have thought that such a thing would happen?

The wolf at the door also disappeared, Fukuzawa Yukichi silently shouted from the bottom of his heart, only to realize that when he and Mori Ogai were in the same room, the wolf at the door had already followed Shinomiya Tsutomu and ran away without knowing when.

Silver Wolf's mental activity is very simple: since the master doesn't let me see the sentinel now, then I will continue to perform the task. As long as I successfully complete it, according to my master's personality, I will definitely be rewarded...

"Where is Sigong now?" Although Sigong Sheya has supernatural powers, he is still an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken.

"In the toilet." Silver Wolf's paws slapped the floor, and the pads of his flesh hit the cold tiles, which was very comfortable.

It? It was upright, standing in front of Shinomiya Shinomiya, "He's chatting with someone."

Chatting in the toilet...?

Fukuzawa Yukichi suppressed the subtle emotions in his heart, and reached out his hand to stop Mori Ogai who was about to open the door.

"An enemy of Port Mafia?"

Mori Ogai shrugged and didn't answer. He looked at the hand in front of his eyes, with a hint of protection, raised his eyebrows calmly, and his voice was full of smiles:

"Your Excellency Silver Wolf, are you going to regain your old job as a bodyguard?"

Behind what Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't see, Mori Ogai's face was cold as opposed to his voice, his eyes were like snakes, and he looked carefully at the silver-haired man in front of him who was half his head tall.

"..." Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't answer.

He just thought of someone lying on the ground last night, blood and filth, pain and collapse, Fukuzawa Yukichi did not forget Mori Ogai's pale face, even though the other person looked the same today——

The memory of last night is like a photo, deeply engraved in my mind.He decisively pushed open the door. The waiter at the door was already dead, his neck twisted, and several bodyguards fell to the ground. It was unknown whether they were dead or unconscious.

"It seems that it's not just aimed at us." Sen Ou heard a burst of blind phone calls and trembling curses in the box next door.

The venue downstairs was chaotic. After the host was killed by a gun that struck from nowhere, the crowd was like ants, stamping on each other and flocking to the gate. In front of the steel-like unshakable gate, they cursed Weeping and praying for help, but all channels to the outside world seem to be closed.

Everyone is like a fish entangled in a fishing net. At some point, the harpoon behind will strike.

The two stood in the corridor, a few splatters of blood splashed on the floor, and Mori Ogai stood in a pool of blood, like a grand abstract painting, his black leather shoes were spotless, but the soles of his feet were soaked in red.

He bent down and made a simple bandage for several bleeding wounded, dexterously tying a knot with the cloth on the opponent's body.

After finishing this, he stood up and pointed forward, "Let's go backstage."

His fingertips were inadvertently stained with blood, a little red dyed on his slender and fair fingers, like red plums falling in the snow.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was inexplicably dazed.

Mori Ogai took a few steps with his long legs. He didn't hear the sound behind him. He raised his hand, and a black shadow flew in front of Fukuzawa Yukichi in an instant.

The black shadow got closer and closer, and it was about to hit his face. When Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his hand, the palm of his hand was filled with a cold touch.

a gun.

Mori Ogai shook the gun in his hand, as if he wasn't worried about misfiring at all, "I just borrowed it from the bodyguard, it's not a weapon you're good at, first? Take it."

Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his head, the gun in his palm was gradually warmed by his body, he frowned, hesitated, and seemed to be struggling.

He took a step and followed.

After the power outage, in the toilet.

Shinomiya She also sat on the toilet and closed the door tightly. Because of the darkness around him, his hearing was infinitely amplified, which made the sound of kissing each other in the next room particularly harsh.

That's not the point, the point is that he clearly and plainly heard one of them shouting in a daze when he was taking a breath:

"Mr. Rabbit..."

Let me ask, how many people in the world are nicknamed Xiaotu, called teachers, and have lovers of male college students?

Usami Akihiko, why is it you? ? ?

作者有话要说：恩，谁能想到首领短短的两天竟如此精彩（沧桑点烟.JPG）感谢在2020-11-2023:54:56~2020-11-2320:58:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Mrs. Jin Zaizhong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!