All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Si? Gong She was also on pins and needles. He looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi who was drinking tea calmly in front of him, and didn't know where to start.

"President Fukuzawa." After thinking about it? After thinking about it again, he asked, "Before? Did you know the leader of Mori Ogai?"

Through the dense heat, Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitated for a while, but did not answer.

In fact, this matter is complicated and complicated, and simple and simple.

Just like Dazai Chuya, Atsushi and Akutagawa, if they truly love each other, it's okay to be together.

But the question is who they are:

One, the leader of Yokohama's largest mafia port mafia.

One, wandering in the gray area, responsible for coordinating the leader of the armed detective agency at the junction of black and white in Yokohama.

Even if it can be cultivated in the end, where is the government?The three-moment concept, which was finally constructed, collapsed in an instant. The government that originally wanted to take over everything secretly, just happened to have a legitimate reason.

Although Shinomiya Shibuya didn't understand the undercurrent behind Yokohama, as a member of the Shinomiya family, he was very familiar with the checks and balances and disputes of this kind of power.

The three parties that restrict each other, once two parties form an alliance, it means the disintegration of the "three parties" covenant.

Thinking of this, Si? Gongshe also understood? Why both of them obviously won? His [Setting] still can't be solved.

Sure enough? I need Dazai to help...

First control the ability, and then think of a solution.

Fukuzawa Yukichi listened to the explanation given by Shiji Miyazaki, and knew that the other party was going to be with friends today, and it would be inconvenient to bother him too much, so he just said goodbye and left.

Silver Wolf leaned against his leg, slowed down and walked out together with him.

"What about him?"

Silver Wolf didn't say who it was? Who, Fukuzawa Yukichi knew the other party was referring to? Mori Ogai.

"Don't think about it anymore." He stroked Silver Wolf's head comfortingly.

The wolf was a little displeased, "I? I knew that the only thing you were thinking about was that cat."

Fukuzawa Yukichi made him laugh in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, "No?"

I? No? I? No, don't talk nonsense.

The silver wolf raised its head? Its long beard scratched Fukuzawa Yukichi's wrist. It was itchy. It sighed, with an extremely humane expression on its face. Is it Tsundere?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

Silver Wolf continued to stern again and again: "He is a sentinel, if you don't care about him, what can he do?"

"He doesn't need me to take care of him." Fukuzawa Yukichi straightened up, leaving his warm palm on the wolf's head, "He can take care of himself."

He didn't want to say any more, so he kept his face sullen, and stopped talking to Silver Wolf.This is the hotel industry under the name of the port mafia, and occasionally I can see some familiar faces. Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't want to wait any longer, so he went downstairs non-stop.

It's already late, and the lights are on.

Dusk has passed, the indigo blue sky is dotted with scattered stars, street lights are on, and the bustling night scene of Yokohama is slowly revealed.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was wearing his sleeves, and his sword was hanging on his waist.

At one o'clock in the evening, the wind gradually picked up, blowing? A few rain clouds.

The sky in the east is clear and the stars can be seen, but it is raining lightly in the west.

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked along the road. Now that the Golden Arrow matter has been resolved, Murata Hera has also been captured, and the source of the confusion has been resolved. In two days, regarding the Arrow issue, police and armed detectives There is still another negotiation.

But these? None? No? He's thinking about it now.

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly saw a person.

There is only a vague outline in the distance, and it is getting closer with his steps.

That figure is too familiar, no matter how forgetful Fukuzawa Yukichi is, it is impossible to forget it so quickly.

A black coat, a wine red scarf, a raised collar, and white gloves on his hands.

That hand held a black umbrella, and the raindrops merged into a bunch along the ribs and rolled down.

"What a coincidence." Mori Ogai pursed his lips, and greeted him very formally.

Met in the rain? A lone wolf.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's silver hair was wet and turned into a darker leaden gray, like the clouds in the sky. He looked up and looked at each other. He always felt that the number of encounters with Mori Ogai these days was a little bit many?.

Excluding the two times he took the initiative to look for it, once in the alley, and once again here.

If Si? Gongshe is here, he will definitely ask: Is the leader of the port mafia so free? ? ?

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't answer, he stared at Mori Ogai's face, as if he was going to burn two holes in it.

Mori Ogai seemed to understand his body and language, and was about to spread his hands, but found the weight of the umbrella in his hand, so he could only close his hands and shrugged.

"Is it really a chance encounter this time?"

This time?.

Wasn't it the last time?

Mori Ogai once picked up a lone wolf.

It was also on such a rainy day, when he was just a doctor.

Yokohama was in chaos back then. There were unwashed bloodstains and thick rot in every dark alley and every street corner.

The previous leader of the port mafia was an extremely cruel and bloodthirsty person. He was like a zombie, frantically devouring the blood and flesh of the people of Yokohama, filling the city with darkness and fear.

Therefore, when Mori Ogai passed by the alley holding an umbrella and saw the figure leaning against the wall, he was not surprised at all.

He was going to pretend nothing? Didn't see it, passing by.

At that time in Yokohama, there was a heavy price to be paid for rescuing a seriously injured stranger for no reason.

However, Mori Ogai's pace stopped when he saw the man raised his head.

It's hard to describe his mood at that time, Mori Ogai actually couldn't even see Fukuzawa Yukichi's face clearly - it was full of dirt and bloodstains, really couldn't bear to look straight at it.

But those eyes, silver-gray eyes, were like a thundercloud in a storm, or like a cold blade falling into the deep sea.

Mori Ogai couldn't move his legs at all.

This is...a wolf, even if it's wounded, it's still...a lone wolf licking its wounds alone in the cave, unwilling to accept help.

If he called for help, Mori Ogai might turn a blind eye.

But the other party clearly saw him, but still gritted his teeth stubbornly, letting the wounds on his body burst open.

Mori Ogai took him back to his home.

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Maybe when people are old, they really like to recall the past.

After Mori Ogai finished that sentence, the two fell into a silence together, as if they both remembered the unknown past.

"I? I'm going to find Lord Si? Gong." Mori Ogai's voice came through the rain curtain, with a fuzzy feeling of misty hair.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded perfunctorily.

"You know the ability of the Fourth Palace Lord, right?" Mori Ogai stepped through the small puddle with his leather shoes, and with a splash, he came to Fukuzawa Yukichi step by step.

Even if he was standing facing each other, Mori Ogai's umbrella was only on top of his head, and he turned a blind eye to the scene of the man opposite him being drenched in water.

Fukuzawa Yukichi never answered, like a silent resistance.

"What are you talking about projecting your inner desire..." Mori Ogai's voice was slow and moving.

With a slight movement of his hand, the upper half of Mori Ogai's face was covered by the black umbrella cloth, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was half a head taller than him, could only see the sharpened chin of the opponent.

His pale lips were as usual, like a vampire crawling out of a coffin in the cellar of a medieval castle.

"I'm going back." Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly said coldly, and he said goodbye as soon as he opened his mouth.

He lowered his head, stared at the splash of water on the concrete floor, and strode forward.

I don't know if it's Akira or? Thinking about something, Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly tripped?

The height in front of the legs was very familiar, he lowered his head? Wasn't it the one blocking the front this time? His silver wolf, which obviously looks like a wolf, but looks like a husky.

Rather? The black fox.

The silver wolf stands on the left side of the fox, with its long body close to the small black fox, with white and black fur mixed together.

It stretched out its head and gently rubbed against the black fox's cheek.

Fox didn't refuse.

"Spiritual body? Is the portrayal of the master's heart." Mori Ogai's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Fukuzawa Yukichi in the rain.

The raindrops are like thin needles, passing through the eyelashes and dripping into the eye sockets. The cold and piercing feeling makes Fukuzawa Yukichi's chaotic thoughts gradually clear.

He took a step, intending to avoid the fox, even the silver wolf doesn't want to bother? If you want to stay there, just stay there.

Mori Ogai did not stop him.

His face became paler and paler, and the umbrella shook accordingly. The hand holding the umbrella was extremely stiff, as if he was going to break the handle of the umbrella.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was still striding forward.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of objects falling behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a black umbrella, like a dahlia, stuck to the ground, rolled in the wind, and passed behind her.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's fingers were held in his palms, and he clenched them? He clenched them again, until his hands, which were covered with calluses from sword practice, also felt pain. He took a big step and grabbed the umbrella.

Holding on to the wall, Mori Ogai's mind was blurred as he slowly slid down.

When the rain hits the skin, it is like steel needles piercing uninterruptedly one by one. The fresh and pleasant sound of rain is like the continuous roar of drums, blurring everything, and the street is far and near, making people dizzy.

Mori Ogai endured the severe pain coming from his brain, lowered his head, and slowly sat down in the rain.

Excessive intake of information, or enlargement or reduction, or even the ability to tell whether the person who has passed away in front of him has returned or not.

The leader of the port mafia is now weak and unconscious on the side of the street with no fighting power. Even a child who is in elementary school can easily take his life with a sharp knife at this moment.

But he didn't seem to have any worries at all. He simply let it happen without any doubts and with incomparable firmness.

He is not a gambler, but he also likes to gamble.

He only bets on things he can't lose.

The winning rate is? [-]%.

In the hazy rain and fog, the sky turned into an orange-yellow, like a night light that universally covers the sky.

Mori Ogai was panting heavily, unable to identify anything at all, in a scene of tormenting to the point of collapse, the corners of his mouth slowly revealed a Shallow smile.

The killing intent caused by the irritability faded away, and the furious thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Mori Ogai looked up and saw the silver wolf who bowed his head.

He felt a shaking, followed by the warm body temperature around him.

Look, you didn't beat me in your bet more than ten years ago, and you still haven't won more than ten years later.

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