Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

In Shinjuku, Tokyo, in a high-end tea restaurant on the 35th floor of the Central Building, a red-haired woman in a gorgeous kimono is sitting by the window, sipping black tea in a cup elegantly.

Sitting opposite her was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old, who was wearing a black suit that looked expensive.However, his hair was disheveled, and it seemed that he hadn't taken care of it carefully.

A bandage was wrapped around the teenager's right eye, and a piece of gauze was wrapped around his left cheek.In addition, there are white bandages wrapped around his neck and wrists.

The young man took out a tube of strangely colored liquid from his arms and poured it into the black tea cup in front of him. Then he picked up the silver spoon on the tea tray and stirred it clockwise several times in the black tea.

"It's really slow. We have been waiting here for him for so long. This is not like the style of Chuya, who is always punctual."

The red-haired woman, one of the current cadres of the port mafia—Ozaki Koyo, put down the black tea cup in her hand and said with some doubts.

"Who knows, maybe I got lost. After all, Tokyo is so big, it's normal to get lost."

Dazai responded casually, then picked up the prepared black tea and drank it down in one gulp.

"What did you just put in the glass?"

Koyo Ozaki pointed at the empty glass test tube aside, and asked softly.

"The poison/drug was obtained from a smuggler/smuggler in India. It is said that after drinking it, one can die painlessly within one minute."

Dazai put down the black teacup in his hand, a frenzied look of anticipation flashed in his iris-colored eyes.

"In half a minute, I'll be able to say goodbye to this boring world."

Koyo Ozaki raised her eyebrows, "Well, it's rare for my family to come to Tokyo once, so maybe I have to collect your body?"

"Don't be so troublesome, this place is so close to Tokyo Bay, sister Hongye, just throw me there when the time comes."

The boy gave her an extremely sweet smile.

"At the end of my life, I can be the bait of the fish, they will bite my body to pieces, ah-what a wonderful way to die--"

"It seems that what others said is correct, you are really very sick."

Koyo Ozaki took out her mobile phone from the wide sleeve of her kimono, and checked the time on it.

"One minute has passed, and you are still sitting here intact. It seems that you bought fake medicine."

"Really, I'm still alive."

Dazai reached out and pinched the flesh on his face, the real pain on his face made him realize that he was still alive in this world.

"It's so boring that the Indian smuggler/smuggler is swearing to me that this vial of poison can even bring down an elephant."

Dazai dissatisfiedly threw the empty glass tube on the side into the trash can, his immature face was full of undisguised disappointment.

"Maybe he didn't lie to you. This poison/drug can indeed bring down an elephant, but your vitality is much stronger than that of an elephant."

Koyo Ozaki unscrewed the small folding fan in her hand, covered her face with a light smile and said.

"Ah, why is there no convenient, quick and painless way to commit suicide?"

Dazai pursed his mouth, and his whole body was lying limply on the table like a puddle of mud, totally unable to cheer up.

"When you say that, I recall that I have heard people say that there is a poisonous bird named 'Zhen' in China. The feathers of Zhen are highly poisonous, and putting them in wine can kill people. But this poison It is colorless and odorless, and the person who drinks this poison will not feel anything, and will just die silently."

Ozaki Koye closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed at the listless boy lying on the table opposite, "How about this way of death?"

"Just perfect!"

Dazai straightened up, his eyes gleaming with hope.But soon, the light disappeared from his eyes.

Dazai propped his chin with one hand, and muttered rather dissatisfied, "Miss Hongye, you also said that it is just a legend, where can I find that kind of bird to pluck its feathers and make wine?"

"Legends are not necessarily all fiction."

Koye Ozaki clings to the folding fan in her hand, and slowly raises the young man's slightly pointed chin. The corners of her mouth rise slightly, evoking an intriguing arc.

"I heard that a flower grower came to Yokohama recently, and you can buy all the special products of the flower grower from him. Why don't you go to him and try your luck?"

"Flower specialties..."

As Dazai chanted these words, a thin figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

……

Shinjuku, Kabukicho shopping street.

Kabukicho is a famous entertainment place in Japan, but due to the special service nature of this street, it is only really lively at night, and it seems relatively deserted in the daytime, and there are hardly a few people on the street film.

If it is just for shopping, people are more inclined to go to the newly opened commercial street nearby.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the black-haired young man who was queuing up to buy milk tea in front of him, with a puzzled look on his still young face.

Why did he follow this man out?

In the bar just now, this man suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed his hand and ran out of the bar without saying a word.

He hadn't asked the phrase "Who are you?", and now this guy came here to line up to buy milk tea again.

After all, why did he stand here obediently and wait for him?

Before he could sort out his confused thoughts, two glasses of cold drinks appeared in front of him.

"Milk tea or fruit tea, which cup do you want?"

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhongye was still thinking about why he came here with this man of unknown origin.

So when the young man in the purple panda sweater on the opposite side handed him two cups of freshly made drinks, his body reflexively made a move, reached out and took the oversized cup of fruit on the right. Tea.

So why exactly did things become like this?

In the empty and quiet milk tea shop, Zhong Yuan looked at the strange young man who was sipping milk tea, and there was another question mark in his heart.

Why would he sit here drinking milk tea face to face with a stranger who has never met before like an old friend who has known each other for many years?

"Who are you?"

It wasn't until half a cup of fruit tea entered his stomach that Zhongyuan Zhongye finally asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

After hearing this inquiry, the black-haired young man put down the milk tea in his hand, took out something similar to a business card from his pocket, and handed it to the red-haired young man opposite.

"Purchasing specialties for planting flowers..."

Nakahara also glanced at him suspiciously, and then buried his head in looking at the row of Chinese characters printed on the business card. The bottom two black, bold and enlarged Chinese characters were also thoughtfully marked with pronunciation in katakana.

"Chu Shu?"

"Well, Chu Shu is my name." The black-haired young man nodded in response.

"I didn't ask you that."

"Ah? But didn't you just ask who I am?"

Chu Shu scratched his head in a daze, "Does 'you who' have other meanings in Japanese? Sorry, my Japanese is not very good."

No, there is no other meaning...

very good……

Zhong Yuanzhong also found that he was disturbed by this guy's action of sending out his business card just now, and now he doesn't know what he wants to ask.

It just so happened that at this time the cell phone in his suit pocket vibrated suddenly, seeing the caller's contact displayed on it, the expression on the boy's face immediately became serious.

"Miss Hongye..."

"Well, okay, I see, let's go now."

After hanging up the phone in his hand, Zhong Yuan looked at the black-haired young man who was still sipping milk tea. After thinking for a while, he thanked him, "Thank you for the fruit tea."

Although he is still in a state of confusion.But there must be some etiquette, and the thanks must also be said.

"You're welcome, his family has an event today, and the second cup is half price, which is a bargain."

Chu Shu waved his hands with a smile, then he took out a box of things from his arms and threw it to the red-haired boy opposite.

"By the way, this is for you, it's good for you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also caught the things he threw with a puzzled face. There were a bunch of red panda gummies in a small plastic bottle. Slowly read the few Chinese characters printed on the bottle

"Happy growing up..."

What the hell is this?