What if the lord is too popular

"and many more."

Yoya got up and smoothed the folds of the kimono, and walked towards Mori Ogai.

He noticed the sullenness hidden in the man's long and narrow eyes, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into the smallest arc.

fleeting.

Yoya shifted his gaze to Giyu Tomioka's face.

"Officer Tomioka," he cleared his throat, "I didn't know you'd be arrested for killing a vampire."

Save others or save yourself?

Tomioka heard his voice and raised his eyebrows:

"Of course not, if you can prove it."

Both of them turned their gazes to Liyuan's gradually icy body, which was held in Zhongya's arms by Zhongyuan.

"Take some of Liyuan's blood for testing and you will get the result."

Save others or save yourself?

A person has to make countless choices in his life, willing or unwilling.

This time, Yuya Ubuyashiki has made his.

The corner of Yaozai's eyes inadvertently passed Zhongya Zhongyuan, and the port Mafia officer stared at him with bloodshot eyes, as if he was silently complaining why he refused to give the dead soul a clean posthumous name.

[System: Nakahara Chuya, the target of the attack, current favorability: ...]

Yaozai pressed the mute button.

A guard entered the house with a syringe in fear.

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth: "How dare you touch him! I want you to look good."

Yuya Ubuyashiki turned a deaf ear to him, he turned back and walked back to Tomioka Yoshiyuki, and glanced at Mori Ogai with a gloomy expression:

"Can you let him go temporarily before the blood results come out?"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at him in silence for a moment, and sneered sneeringly for the first time:

"As a condition, you must stay here honestly and not go anywhere. It is our police's dereliction of duty to prevent dangerous people from being released into society."

"Okay." Yaozai closed his purple eyes slightly, and said solemnly.

pat—

Giyu Tomioka let go of Mori Ogai without saying a word.

As he himself said, he really has no personal grudges against Mori Ogai.It is only because it is not all-round and exquisite that it has been misunderstood a lot.

He looked at Mori Ogai for a while, narrowed his eyes and threatened:

"I warn you Mori Ogai, don't use abilities on my people."

"Ability?"

Mori Ou thought for a while, blessed to the heart:

"Oh, you mean no-contact injections."

He glanced at Yashiki Yoya with a half-smile:

"Of course, we are all good citizens. We will not attack public officials casually."

"..."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki, Yuya Ubuyashiki and Mori Ogai's three-legged rivalry was shattered.

The officer moves forward, running to his colleagues, exhausted from dealing with the overwhelmed Nakahara.

The leader stopped where he was, straightening his crumpled windbreaker by himself, with his arms moving freely, turning a deaf ear to the noise in the room.

As for Yaoya, back out of the room.

tap tap —

With a solemn face, he walked alone in the corridor.

Until the door to another room is opened.

pat—

[The system that has regained freedom is worried: Master Ubuyashiki, why don't we escape?Being under house arrest feels awful. ]

"No, we have to wait here."

because-

tap tap —

The footsteps of ghosts descend, from far to near.

Ubuyashiki Yoya's fingers were inserted into the soft kimono fabric upside down, and his heart rose to his throat.

Sen Owai, whom he had been waiting for for a long time, came, with a stormy face, and locked the door without saying a word.

pat—

The last bit of charm left a moment ago also slipped through the gap, leaving only the wind and rain in the room.

"Are you ok?"

Yoya watched the man's stiff back, and decided to strike first.

Silence came as expected, followed by a snort:

"What did you say?"

The man obviously heard his question, but asked knowingly.

"I said are you okay?"

The answer is obvious, but Yaozai can't think of a better explanation.

In the current situation, any language is too pale.

Mori Ogai turned around, stared at him with narrowed eyes, with a smile on his lips:

"Ubuyashiki-sensei, thanks to you, all of us can't leave here in a short time. Are you still asking me if I'm okay?"

He approached step by step, and the vicious mask stuck to the skin like glue, and he couldn't take it off.

Yaozai's throat choked, and he got up to greet him:

"I know you're for me. There's something wrong with my blood..."

Mori Ogai stopped in his footsteps, as if frightened by his bluntness, he avoided looking at him in embarrassment.

"Oh, for you?" He licked his lips: "No, you misunderstood. I am for the business of the port Mafia. If the partner knows that there are vampires here, we will undoubtedly lose a lot of money."

"Interest first" is a man's motto and an excuse that can be used at any time.

They all know it.

Mori Ogai and Yoya are very close, the right distance for a life-and-death fight or a hug and kiss.

"really?"

He stared stubbornly up at the leader of Mafia at the port.

A second, a long time.

The wrestling is in the overlapping breathing of the two, and in the time of walking.

Finally, it was Mori Ogai who surrendered.

He sighed inaudibly, stretched his arms around Yaoya's waist as if extremely tired.

"I'm sorry, if only I had listened to you."

"do not talk."

Mori Ogai rested his chin on Yaoya's shoulder, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

Tranquility mixed with blood.

"I will never subject you to a blood test."

"What will happen if I accept it? Maybe just put me under house arrest."

Mori Ogai smiled contemptuously at Yoya's "naivety":

"Or maybe there will be no future troubles." He paused, as if expecting Yaoza to show fear, but he was doomed to be disappointed, so he continued dryly:

"It's a waste of taxpayer money to lock you up."

"Benefits first" anytime, anywhere.

"How about Zhong Ye?"

Mori Ogai opened his eyes suddenly, squeezed Yaoya's waist, and threatened in a low voice:

"What do you call him?"

Yaoza suppressed the pain between his lips, and frowned angrily:

"How is Mr. Zhongyuan?"

Hearing that, Mori Ogai hugged him even tighter, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Zhongye's gloves are still with me. I gave them to him when he was promoted to a cadre."

"Ah."

Yaoza finally reached out and hugged him back.

Mori Ogai's waist muscles stiffened for just an instant.

A phone call interrupted the two cuddling each other.

It's the distraught Yamada-kun:

"Hey, little Yaozai, where are you? I'm so busy here!"

Yamada-kun's voice was deafening, as if he couldn't hear it unless he said it so loudly.

Yaozai pointedly looked at Mori Ogai beside him, seeing him frown because of the overly affectionate address of his colleagues.

"Yamada-kun may trouble you later."

If the guess is correct, their blood test results will be aggregated to Yamada-kun's laboratory.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Yaozai covered his other ear and asked after repeating:

"...Yamada-kun, it seems very noisy there, what happened?"

"Of course it's noisy, I was almost squeezed to death by the reporters..."

Then there was a sudden busy tone, Yoya thought it might be because Yamada's phone fell in the confusion or something like that.

He and Sen Ou looked at each other outside.

Six o'clock in the evening, rush hour for get off work.

In the crowded subway, Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo sat next to each other.

They are smart people who can tell from the slightest movement whether other passengers are about to get off.

Relatively silent.

Osamu Dazai, who is usually talkative, lowered his face, his expression dark and unclear.

but-

Nothing can escape the eyes of the famous detective, he touched his pocket quietly, it was bulging, and there was a lump of stuff hidden in it.

Now is not the time for Dazai, wait a little longer.

he said to himself.

Half an hour later, Ranpo and Dazai got off the car.

Even though it was getting colder in early autumn, they were still sweating from the cans of sardines.

tap tap —

They walked side by side to the base of the detective agency building.

it's time.

Edogawa Ranpo pretended to be nonchalant and took out a piece of bandage from his pocket and handed it to his colleague.

"Dazai, is this yours?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned: "Mr. Ranpo, why is my bandage here?"

"Oh, I just picked it up in the basement of Port Mafia."

A famous detective could make up a decent reason, but he didn't.

Because Osamu Dazai is a smart guy who can rival him, and because—

Dazai's eyes trembled slightly, and he asked in disbelief:

"Mr. Ranpo, you mean the basement of Port Mafia?"

He almost ran away without thinking, and it took a lot of effort for Luan Bu to barely grab his sleeve.

"Wait." The detective said out of breath, "I advise you not to go back."

Osamu Dazai looked at him with burning eyes: "Why? Mr. Ranpo knows who this bandage belongs to."

Luanbu pursed his lips, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Your... friend is being involved in a very complicated incident."

Dazai laughed when he heard this, and he lowered his eyes to look at the daisies in the flowerbed at his feet.

A small golden yellow flower, like the sun.

"Mr. Ranpo, have you ever seen someone important die in front of you?"

Luanbu shook his head: "My friends are good and bad, everyone seems to have a long life."

"Yes," Dazai sighed, "but I saw him die with my own eyes, so I felt guilty for two years. Now that I know he is still alive today, I will find him no matter what."

"Then what?" Luanbu asked confusedly.

"Then……"

Osamu Dazai's murmur became lower and lower until he could no longer hear it.

Ranbu caught it without saying a word, his eyes flickered, and he subconsciously let go of Dazai, watching the other person's back quickly disappear into the distance.

like—

A white moth flying towards a fireball.

Night shrouded.

hum chi hum—

Osamu Dazai panted and pushed open the door of Mori Ogai's office.

The man sat there alone, with the bright moonlight covering his side face, his aloofness was self-evident.

"Where's Teacher Yaozai?"

Dazai ran to the table and confronted Mori, sweating profusely and being crystal clear and cute.

Mori slowly looked up at him, opened his mouth and said something irrelevant:

"Mr. Li Yuan became a vampire and died. I killed him."

"..."

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened for a moment, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"What did you say?" He suddenly realized: "That's why there are so many policemen outside the door, and your freedom is restricted?"

Mori Ogai showed appreciation unabashedly, he was too calm:

"Let's make a deal, Dazai-kun. If I tell you the whereabouts of Ubuyashiki Yoya, you have to go and comfort Chuya-kun for me."

Osamu Dazai admired him, even at this time a man can weigh the pros and cons.

Even though the begging in his tone can be heard by everyone.

"Okay, I promise you."

Mori Ogai twitched the corner of his mouth.

pat—

Turn on the TV behind Dazai.

"Hello everyone, we will review the vampire attack that happened on XX Street at noon in the evening news later. At the same time, we will invite two civilian heroes who sacrificed themselves to save others in the process to come to the scene for an interview. Stay tuned."

"The people mentioned in the broadcast are Teacher Yaoya and Chuya?"

Osamu Dazai frowned in confusion, and turned his gaze back to Mori Ogai.

"What do you want to do?"

He saw the man smile inscrutably, took out a black recording pen from his pocket, and pressed the play button.

pat—

A strange voice echoed in the room.

[you forgot?Didn't you voluntarily let me drink blood last night? ]

Immediately afterwards, Zhongyuan Zhongye shouted angrily:

[What!you……]

Osamu Dazai's expression changed drastically, he walked a few steps quickly to snatch the recording pen from Mori Ogai's hand, but was easily dodged by the other party.

"You want to destroy Teacher Yaozai, why? Because he faked his death?"

Mori Ogai stared at his former right-hand man, his mellow wine-like voice was full of doubts:

"How could I want to destroy Miyashiki-sensei just because he faked his death? On the contrary, I want to get him completely. When he is spurned by thousands of people, he will naturally not be able to continue the strategy. He has no choice but to stay with me."

Mori Ogai smiled proudly, his burning eyes were thrilling in the dark night:

"Don't forget, as long as my favorability is infinitely extended, it is enough for him to live for a long time."

"..."

Osamu Dazai looked at Mori Ogai with the eyes of a madman, and was about to run away for a few seconds.

"That's right. There's still about half an hour until the show starts, and you still have a chance. Maybe Zhong will change his mind and not make the recording public?"

The man paused, and said in a long tone, "Although he hates everything related to vampires now."

tap tap —

Dazai Osamu's slender figure melted into the night without stopping, and he didn't even have time to look back at Mori Ogai.

dressing room

Ubuyashiki Yoya and Nakahara Chuya were seated some distance apart, and they all fell silent in unison.

They are still immersed in the shadow of Liyuan Michizao's tragic death.

"Has the injury on your foot been treated?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists and said nothing, looking at him secretly from the corner of his eyes.

"how do you know?"

"Because you can't help but frown when you move,"

"Hmph." Zhongya snorted: "Why did you agree to be on the show? Hero complex? So you don't hesitate to come forward to save Mori Ogai?"

There was no room for Yaoza to answer the three consecutive questions asked by the Mafia officer at the port.

He knew that Zhongyuan Zhong was just venting his emotions.

"Thank you." Yaozai said sincerely, "I heard from Ms. Ozaki that you actually don't like this kind of occasion."

Zhong also tensed up and turned his face away.

As for why you came to the show?

Yoya remembered what Mori Ogai said before departure:

[Aren't you living by favorability?And what better way to do it than to be a hero? ]

but-

In fact, he came here with his own secret purpose.

That is-

tap tap —

The sound of footsteps approaching, mixed with some unknown atmosphere.

Yaozai and Zhongyuanzhong also turned their heads.

The moment he saw the visitor clearly, the body of the heir to the Ubayashiki family couldn't help shaking slightly.

The curly-haired man in the white hat and his father described the same people they had been working so hard to eradicate.

He heard the other party's voice clear and cool:

"Hello, I'm the show producer for the nightly news. My name is—"

[Yue Yan].

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