[Bungo Stray Dogs Shuanghei Taizhong] The Seven Year Itch

"Chapter 3" Cheng · 19 years old

The hustle and bustle of Yokohama Port on weekdays was broken by a rare typhoon, and it was surprisingly quiet day and night.

After wandering abroad for a year, Zhongyuan Zhong also set foot on a familiar land again, but was assigned a task without even taking a break.

Shortly after boarding the Yokohama-Tokyo train according to the original plan, Chuya Nakahara received a notice of the cancellation of the transaction in Tokyo.

Mori Ogai's voice was a little distorted on the phone: "The cadres of Zhongyuan get off the car now, I need you to go to Aomori by yourself."

Aomori?

The port mafia has yet to get involved in any business in Aomori.

"Go to Aomori to find an old flower shop called 'Tsushima', and then give the briefcase I asked you to bring to the owner of the shop. The route map, photos and information have been sent to you."

"Report to me as soon as you finish, do you understand, Mr. Chuya?"

"Yes, sir." He heard himself answer obediently.

It turned out that going to Tokyo to trade was just a cover to deceive others.

But all are fellow port mafia mates, who needs to cheat?

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and glanced around at the people he brought,

"Get out of the car now and find a way to go back by yourself," he said.

"But Mr. Zhongyuan, this transaction..." the subordinate named Sai asked suspiciously.

"The leader's order." Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his mobile phone to signal, then picked up his briefcase, and walked out with the flow of people who got off the bus after arriving at the station.

Others also dispersed and blended into the crowd.

Everyone in the station looked down at their mobile phones. In the huge data stream, a piece of audio was carried to an unknown direction.

In the midst of the jumble of fish and dragons, the mouse began to think carefully, and someone looked at the back of Zhongye Zhongye with a gloomy expression.

It has just rained in Aomori, and the scrubbed stone road meanders out from the depths of the park.The trees stretched to the sky, eager to embrace the white clouds.

People are constantly coming and going on the street, and the cries from the bustling shops are hurling to the ground.

It is completely different from Yokohama, quiet and far away, greasy with rain and smoke.

The alleys and roads with seven turns, eight turns and nine twists and turns are intertwined, which makes people's brain hurt.

He left for the mission without jet lag, Nakahara Chuya was holding the map of Aomori City that was given to him by the leader almost ten years ago, and he couldn't help but feel that something was beating in his temple, and he was about to burst out one by one. What splashed all over the place.

Finally, he found his destination.

Jindao Flower Shop is located on a street on the edge of the city, and the scratches on the old wooden plaques are full of stories carved by the years.

The nightingale princess among the flowers, the lady who seems to have passed her age smiled like a forest, her eyebrows were raised slightly: "What's the matter, sir?"

Mrs. Tsushima looked at the young man in a suit who was surrounded by flowers after he opened the door and walked in.

"Well, this." Zhong Yuanzhong also handed out the briefcase.

Mrs. Tsushima's smile froze for a moment, and she covered her face with her top and shook gently.

"Oh, I didn't expect Morin Taro to remember me, old lady... What's your name, Mr. Little?"

Forest Taro?

If he hadn't seen the photo frame with the child on the back of the woman in front of him, Nakahara might have regarded Mrs. Tsushima as a romantic debt owed by his leader.

"Nakahara Chuya." He replied, standing like a human anatomy diagram in a medical student's book, stiff and straight.

"It turned out to be Mr. Chuya. Shuji often mentioned you in his letters to me, Nakaya-san." Mrs. Tsushima took off the photo frame behind her and handed it to Chuya Nakahara, "Shuji is my favorite child. Look, it's the one with the light chestnut hair."

A small dumpling carved from powder and jade was wrapped in a royal blue kimono.

Shuji?

Zhongyuan Zhong also checked the names of his subordinates in his mind, but to no avail.

Maybe it's the subordinates of other cadres.

Mrs. Tsushima opened the bag and took out a stack of documents. Seeing this, Chuya Nakahara turned around and retreated to the door.The confidential information specially marked by the leader cannot be read at will even at the cadre level.

The sky in Aomori is different from the blue of the beach, the sun gently caresses the earth, and the willows stretch their branches and sway with the wind.

The typhoon that landed from the port of Yokohama has not yet swept in, the cold trees are not withered, and the spring flowers are blooming, and the bloody smell that always lingers on him has been wiped away.

After a while Mrs. Tsushima came out of the door: "Mr. Nakaya can go, and send my regards to Mr. Mori by the way."

"Yeah." Zhongyuan Zhong also walked towards the gate, but was stopped halfway.

"By the way, Mr. Chuya, thank you for taking care of that child Xiuzhi all these years." The woman leaned slightly towards him, unable to see her face clearly in the glare of the sun.

"Oh? Oh, it's okay." Zhongyuan Zhongya still didn't think of the "repair" of the port mafia, and just echoed a few times in a coping manner.

He walked to the other side of the street, everything was clear under the clear sky, and the watches in the watch shop were ticking, as if they were less familiar than usual.

Walking through the corner of the intersection, Nakahara suddenly turned his head as if he sensed something.

I saw that the flowers in the Jindao flower shop were all gorgeous and flamboyant, the emerald ten thousand-year-old bamboos were elegant alone, and the golden sunflowers were like gentle sunlight, shining without saying a word.

Mrs. Tsushima held a bouquet of lilies in her arms, and looked aimlessly at the street, and the two looked at each other for a moment and then staggered away.She turned around and entered the shop, the flowers fell on the ground, blooming delicately.

Nakahara Chuya turned his head and got into the car parked at the corner of the street. After locking the door, Saii drove the people to Yokohama.

The never-ending spinning wheel by Mimir Spring was running, and the scissors broke the spinning thread again while the three goddesses were chatting and laughing.

Unknowingly, he was thinking about the fallen flowers in his heart, always feeling that some irreversible tragedy had happened.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

"Mr. Nakahara, do you want to go directly to the port mafia or..." As soon as he entered the border of Yokohama, Sai broke the silence in the car.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his mobile phone, his frowning brows did not relax: "No, you get out of the car and go back to report to the leader, and give me the car."

"Mr. Zhongyuan...where are you going?" Sai asked cautiously.

"Hospital."

The wind in Yokohama is still warm.

Chuya Nakahara's 20th birthday has passed.

【ETC】