What if the lord is too popular

"Who... are you?" Yaozai frowned and asked.

His answer was silence.

The man's pale cheeks were hidden behind the dense mist, and the anger in his eyes was particularly vivid.

It was like a wild beast opening its mouth wide, ready to devour him at any moment.

Yaozai shivered.

The man smiled when he saw this: "Hahahaha."

The hollow sound hit the wall and bounced back, eerie.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the darkness blurs the boundaries of time.

The fiery breath sprayed on Yaoya's neck, he was startled, and instinctively turned his head to investigate.

then-

The warm and soft touch stayed on his lips for a short time, faster than a superficial kiss.

He froze.

"Ubuyashiki-sensei, you've already used this trick on me before."

The man's voice is not only cold but also condescending and self righteous.

It's very strange that Yaozai is not an irritable character, but he is easily provoked by the other party.

It is despicable for men and villains to file complaints first.

Yaoza straightened his back subconsciously: "Sorry, I don't know you."

He said categorically.

"Oh, really?" The man replied without hesitation, and the pause was very skillful, almost provocative.

"Ah."

"Strange, then why do you use the same shower gel as me."

Shower Gel?

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat.

He does have an inexplicable fondness for lime-scented body washes.

"..."

Silence came as expected.

If it's like a game of dodgeball, it's his turn to get hit hard.

"Why don't you speak?"

It was obvious that the man didn't want to let him go so easily.

"If Ubuyashiki-sensei doesn't speak, just listen to me."

tap tap —

The man's footsteps are moving away.

"As the leader of Mafia at the port, I never waste a penny of the organization. Except for the coffin that my lover died and spent a lot of money to build for him. In order to delay his corpse from rotting, I even kept the temperature in the basement below 0° all year round."

The mist that blocked the vision dispersed just as it should.

Yaozai took a closer look, the man's slender fingers lingered on the dark coffin board, as if stroking his lover's body.

"But do you know what happened a month ago?"

The man raised his head, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly to look at him, his eyes dim.

Yoya's heart skipped a beat, as a descendant of the Ubayashiki family, he naturally felt something unknown.

Out of self-protection, he turned his face away in resistance: "I don't know."

Out of the corner of his eye, he followed the man like a shadow.

"Hehe." The man's laughter was between indulgence and sarcasm, and he paused every word: "The corpse disappeared out of thin air. Coincidentally, the information of Mr. Miyashiki can only be traced back to last month."

Yaozai pursed her lips.

Suddenly, he thought of some kind of absurd possibility.

[Do you want to forget me? ]

[In no mood. ]

[That can't be helped. ]

[impossible!I didn't delete this memory of yours at all. ]

[The system jumps out in a hurry: Mr. Ubuyashiki, could it be...]

"I may have lost some memory."

Yaozai said it seemingly neither humble nor overbearing, but his face turned red.

This is such an old-fashioned rhetoric that even he himself is skeptical.

"Push."

The man smiled as expected, and approached slowly until his toes touched Yaozai.

He knelt down and gathered the sleeves of his shirt. The buttons on the top had gone somewhere.

Then-

Before Yaozai's eyes, a familiar cold light flashed.

A scalpel was pressed against his neck artery, and the man raised his eyes expressionlessly:

"Give you a chance to find a better excuse before I come back. Otherwise I don't mind putting you back in your coffin."

"..."

Yaozai's throat choked, he stared fixedly at the man and was speechless.

The other party seemed to be amused by his expression, leaned in and pecked at his tight lips, and left.

Mori Ogai went up the stairs, thinking about the possibility of Yoya Ubuyashiki's amnesia along the way.

Just as he was thinking, the light from the window shone on his pupils.

It was nearly dusk, and when he looked up, he saw the red leaves Ozaki waiting for him at the end of the corridor.

Mori Ogai walked up to meet him quickly:

"Mr. Hongye, is there something wrong?"

Koyo Ozaki looked up at him: "Boss, Ranpo Edogawa from the Detective Agency is here."

"Oh, I heard that this famous detective is good at getting lost, so he won't get lost and come to our port Mafia, right?"

It would be a good strategy if he could be forced to stay here.

Hongye shook her head: "He seems to be aggressive."

Mori Ogai frowned when he heard the words, turned around and wanted to leave, and saw that his subordinate who was accustomed to judging the situation was still standing still, so he asked suspiciously:

"Is there anything else, Hongye-kun?"

"...No, there is no Boss."

"..."

After a while, when Mori Ogai saw Butei's distinguished guests in the reception room, he realized the reason why Ozaki Koyo hesitated to speak.

because-

He smiled at the visitor:

"Long time no see, Dazai-kun."

The author has something to say: These two days are relatively busy, the update is a bit late and there are not many words, I hope everyone understands!ok

感谢在2020-10-1419:21:40~2020-10-1523:20:03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 Jin Shixian;

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