The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

After trying to strike up a conversation with Huo Ren to no avail, and watching him regretfully disappearing into the dawn light, Gojo Satoru immediately rushed back to Kazama Yonlan's residence as quickly as possible.

——The intuition brought by the six eyes, together with the pair of blue eyes he glimpsed through the flames last time, always made him inexplicably connect Fireman and Kazama Yardan.

However, when Gojo Satoru hurried back to the street, he pushed open the door panting, and what he saw was Kazama Yonlan lying on the sofa.

The young man was startled reflexively from his sleep by the loud "bang!" when the door hit the wall, and then fell under the sofa in a panic because his hands and feet were bound by the blanket wrapped around his body.

"Boom!"

Lan Kazama covered her bumped waist with one hand, stood up from the carpet tearfully in pain, looked at Gojo Satoru who was standing at the door with the anger of getting up and being frightened.

"Gojo Satoru! Are you here to torment me because you have insomnia?"

The young man's face was still sleepy, and when he saw the open door behind Gojo Satoru, he seemed to have just reacted, and asked, "What do you mean, do you want to go out?"

Gojo Satoru saw all of Kazama Yonlan's reactions in his eyes, he pursed his lips, strode towards the sofa, then bent down and reached under the blanket that only covered half of the sofa.

It was still hot, and it was a sign that someone had slept.

He turned to look at Kazema Yardan next to him, scanning her from head to toe inch by inch with probing eyes.

The casual clothes on his body were wrinkled from sleeping, his hair was slightly disheveled, his body exuded the unique warmth of sleep, and the deep drowsiness did not look like he had just returned from a humid and low temperature mountain forest.

The relaxed muscles and spirit didn't look like they had just fought, and there was no blood or burnt smell after the explosion.

Could it be that he was wrong in his suspicion?

Gojo Satoru's silent gaze made Kazamain Lan confused.

The young man looked at Gojo Gojo inexplicably, and after confirming that he was not going to explain and had nothing to say to himself, he rolled his eyes at Gojo Gojo and went back to the sofa.

While covering the part that was hit just now, Kazama Yalan whispered in a low voice full of getting up: "It's weird, I don't sleep and I don't let others sleep. What's wrong?"

The young man gave Gojo Satoru a gouging look, then wrapped himself in a blanket from head to toe, not even showing his hair.

"If you disturb other people's sleep again, go out and sleep on the street!" Kazama Yardan said in a nasty voice, and then fell asleep on her own.

Only Gojo Satoru was left standing beside the sofa, touching his chin in doubt: I always feel like he is being treated as a mental illness?It's an illusion, isn't it? After all, he is so handsome and attractive.

……

Kazamain Lane thought that Gojo Satoru had already told the conjurer high school and the others his address, and he would be picked up soon.Unexpectedly, when he asked, Gojo Satoru lazily spread himself out on the tatami mat and denied him.

"I didn't tell them." The young conjurer's eyes were full of interest: "The death of the astral body and my disappearance, the entire conjuration world has become like this, those high-level conjurers thought they had no "natural enemies" , Those bad thoughts that were suppressed before have revived again."

Wujo Gou yawned lazily, with a look of laziness that hadn't slept well: "So I decided not to go back to the college for the time being, and when all those people come out, I'll go back and clean up together."

"The higher you jump, the easier it is to fall." He winked at Kazama Yardan, smiling unreliably.

But Kazama Yonlan understood what Gojo Satoru meant.

——Gojo Satoru thought that Riko Tenuchi died in the astral body, and was he disappointed with the status quo of the magic world?That's why I decided to clean up.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

"Oh, then go for it." Kazama Yardan nodded indifferently, turned around and was about to leave.

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru got up in surprise, "Where are you going?"

Kazama Yardan smirked indifferently: "You don't want to go back without a home, but I have a family."

"Goodbye."

Gojo Satoru looked at the closed door with a "bang!": "???"

……

After confirming that he had left the range that the six eyes could accurately discern, the temperature on Kazama Yonlan's face instantly cleared.

He tore off the surgical drapes attached to his shoulders like a piece of simulated skin, and immediately a thick bloody smell gushed out, and the shirt seeped a little bit of bright red.

Knowing that Gojo Satoru was always skeptical of him, Kazama Yinlan covered up all the traces on her body, leaving nothing that might be suspicious.

But there was one thing that still caught his attention.

——After killing Kuroro last night, because Wujo Satoru's sudden explosion almost flattened the entire mountain forest, he didn't have time to make the final confirmation.

Before returning to Yokohama, I had to go to the battlefield last night to reconfirm.

However, the actual situation will disappoint Kazama Yonlan.

Gojo Satoru's technique last night was so powerful that the original mountain forest was turned into a piece of wasteland, with rolling stones and fallen trees everywhere.

After bypassing the surrounding Metropolitan Police Department and reporters, Kazama Yanaran used a variety of methods, but none of them came to fruition.

— Was it blown into powder in the explosion?

Lan Kazama frowned, but quietly retreated when more and more public officials carried heavy equipment to carry out carpet-like investigations.

……

"According to reports, a gas explosion occurred on the edge of the Ikebukuro district last night, causing severe damage to the entire mountain. No casualties have been reported..."

In the hidden clinic, Dr. Kishitani had just finished an experiment. While taking off his tight medical gloves and throwing them away, he was attracted by the TV screen playing the news in the living room.

The camera was quickly cut to a live interview.

The person in charge was chased by reporters and asked: "Is this gas explosion accident related to the previous ones?"

"Why do gas explosions occur in uninhabited forests?"

The person in charge was sweating all over his face and didn't know how to answer.

This funny scene made Shilla Kishitani laugh. He pushed his glasses and sighed with a smile: "What kind of idiot would use the excuse of believing in gas explosions? So, I hate human beings the most."

"I have no problem with your hating on humans."

To Kishitani Shilla's surprise, his soliloquies got a response.

Kishitani Shilla turned around in surprise, and saw a figure sitting on the sofa with his back turned to him.

The blood stained the man's straight and strong shoulders, and the silver-white half-length hair fell on the blood color, and under the dim light of the night, it had a cruel beauty.

Kishitani Shilla raised his eyebrows, and suddenly knew the other party's intention for a moment.

He walked over with a smile: "Mr. Kazamain, are you angry? Because I leaked your information to that dangerous guy?"

He shrugged: "But, I happen to be the kind of doctor who doesn't keep secrets. Besides, Celty will be back soon that night. I don't want that dangerous guy to hurt Celty."

Kazamain Lan raised her slender silver-white eyelashes, and looked coldly at the smiling black-haired doctor in front of her.

"You probably don't want the keyword [Headless] to appear in the underground black market? At that time, that guy Orihara might join in because he finds it interesting."

Kishitani Shilla's expression turned cold instantly: "Do you need me to apologize?"

"No need." Kazama Yardan raised her chin towards her shoulders, and signaled: "From now on, don't reveal any more information about me."

Kishitani Shilla's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, he let out a breath, and said with a smile: "What, just tell me if you want me to treat it, it almost made me overreact."

He asked curiously: "In the past, when you were injured, you wouldn't come to the doctor so quickly. You would be busy with your work as soon as you bandaged it. If you couldn't make it through, you would be urged to find a doctor. This time, why are you so proactive?"

Then Kishitani Shilla was surprised to find that this topic made Kazama Yonlan's usually expressionless face when there was no one around, and her brows and eyes loosened with warmth.

"Because someone would care..."

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By the time Oda Sakunosuke got the news and rushed to the scene, it was already too late.

Corpses wearing port mafia uniforms were everywhere, and even in the air, several corpses were punctured and hung by something similar to steel wires.Many corpses still have expressions of pain and fear, and it is unknown what they have experienced before death.

This is a cruel scene that is rarely seen even in the port mafia, and the smell of blood can be smelled far away.

But what made Oda Sakunosuke feel crueler was that most of the dead were faces he was familiar with.

Those were his companions in the same department as him. When he first entered the Port Mafia, they took him to familiarize himself with work and life, and they would affectionately call themselves "Odasaku" after Osamu Dazai.They are more like friends and "family" in a sense than colleagues.

Even yesterday, they were laughing and joking about him and Kazama Yonlan, and they would bring back snacks for the young Fu Heihui when they were on missions, just like their uncles.

But today, when I saw them again, they had already become corpses lying on the road, losing temperature and breathing.

Oda Sakunosuke held the young Fukuroi in his arms, and stood among the dead bodies on the ground, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

He's seen and even caused the deaths of many, and he's disposed of countless corpses through his work with the Port Mafia.

Only now, however, did he know that he was not immune to death—he could not even bring himself to step forward, confirm the death of his companions himself, and bring them home.

The other department members who came over saw him, and walked over with a sigh: "Oda-kun, this is not your fault, you don't have to be burdened with your own survival."

They smiled wryly, as if they meant to hurt their kind: "Since you have chosen to be a mafia, there will always be a day."

——Oda Sakunosuke In the entire department, only Oda Sakunosuke himself stayed in the warehouse today to perform left-behind tasks because he needed to take care of young children.The rest, all died here.

Oda Sakunosuke knew very well that those people were thankful that they did not go out together today and escaped a disaster.However, he was thinking—if he was with his companions today, would they not have to die?

Now, he no longer hears his companions calling him "Odasaku" with a smile.

The young child seemed to have noticed something from the heartbeat in his ear and the long silence of Oda Sakunosuke.He raised his head, looked up at Oda Sakunosuke's chin with those round eyes, then stretched out his chubby little hand, trying to reach it upwards.

The sudden temperature on the jaw brought back Oda Sakunosuke's sanity.

He lowered his head, and saw a small group of children looking seriously at the baby's fat cheeks, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy."

"Dad, don't cry."

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes and looked at Fukuroe for a long time, then slowly hugged him tightly to his chest.

……

Because of the continuous large number of deaths, all the corpses were packed in body bags and placed in the underground cold storage of the port mafia headquarters building, waiting for a unified burial.

Without his department and companions, Oda Sakunosuke would sit silently outside the cold storage every day, accompanying those companions on their last journey.

The rest of the people also knew that there was only one person left in the whole department. With sorrow and compassion in their hearts, they deliberately bypassed Oda Sakunosuke when they were seconded to give him enough time to recover.

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head, staring at the ground in front of him with dull blue eyes, without saying a word.

Until a pair of strong and slender arms brought him into a warm embrace.

"Oda Saku." Kazama Yonran sighed softly, and embraced Oda Sakunosuke and Fukuroe together in her arms: "Sorry, I'm late."

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment, and then his muscles relaxed, and he slowly raised his arms, tentatively encircling Kazamain Lanjin's thin waist, and then slowly tightened his arms, leaning himself into this enough In warm and reliable arms.

The temperature radiating from Kazama Inran's body warmed Oda Sakunosuke's body that was frozen by the coolness leaked from the cold storage, and also made his messy brain work again.

"Kazemain." The long silence made Oda Sakunosuke's voice hoarse: "No, it's not too late. I'm very happy that you came back."

Ever since I learned of the death of my comrades, although I have been persuaded by gang members who I don’t know with sighs and understanding, “Cry if you want to cry, it’s not shameful for gang members to cry for their comrades, it’s our moral expression”, but Oda Sakunosuke never shed a tear.

But now, perhaps because Kazama Inran's embrace is too warm and reliable, as if as long as he is there, there is no need to worry about anything, which makes Oda Sakunosuke feel the astringency in his eyes.

Kazamainran bent down slightly, and placed a soft kiss on Oda Sakunosuke's hair: "Because of you, no matter how far or how difficult it is, I will definitely come back."

"You are my anchor and scabbard."