[Taizhong] Pick a flower that blooms in my heart and give it to you

Chapter 1

01.

At first, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't notice anything unusual.

Today is Wednesday.Although the mafia does not have a regular working day and rest day like ordinary companies, it seems that there is no reason to rest on an ordinary day like Wednesday, which is sandwiched in the middle of the week.Nakahara Chuya’s biological clock has already formed a habit. After getting up, he spends an hour and a half taking a bath, eating, dressing and tidying up. The work that requires going out is just right in terms of time.

At 08:30, the doorbell of his apartment rang, and a high-ranking mafia cadre walked up to the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, glanced at the small screen on the security system, and saw that it was Hirotsu.The old man who is over half a century old still has a gentlemanly and elegant style. He told Zhongyuan Zhongya that the itinerary of today's Black Lizard event has been temporarily changed.

The Black Lizard is a sharp knife in the hands of the port mafia. According to the rules, any activities need to be signed and approved by the five responsible cadres.Of course, sometimes it is not uncommon for things to be kept simple when the situation is urgent, and it is not uncommon to sign after finishing what needs to be done first. From this point of view, there is no difference whether it is a mafia or a chaebol with an ordinary background.

Zhongyuan Zhong had long been accustomed to the high flexibility of the temporary adjustment of the activity content of this group of black lizards, so he was used to pressing the glass door downstairs of the apartment building for Guangjin to let him come up.With the toothbrush in his mouth, he was mouthing mint-flavored foam, so he just nodded and said nothing. After opening the downstairs door, he opened the apartment door by the way, then turned and went back to the bathroom to continue brushing his teeth.

At this time, he still couldn't find anything wrong.

Five minutes later, he walked out after brushing his teeth and washing his face, and saw Guangjin Liulang standing in the living room, waiting for him with a document in his hand.Nakahara Zhong also casually picked up the pen on the low cabinet against the wall, walked over to take the document in Guangjin Liulang's hand, and after a quick glance, he found that the only thing that had changed on the document was the event time: the cargo cruise ship that is expected to arrive tomorrow The fleet was half a day earlier due to the weather, and it will arrive this afternoon, and the black lizard is in charge of the unloading of the cargo, so the time has to be changed accordingly.

It was a very common reason for the change, and Zhongyuan Zhong also casually scanned and signed his flamboyant name in the signature column at the bottom.Guangjin Liulang put away the "purpose" of letting himself drive here early in the morning, and then continued to talk about the topic: "The volume of goods this time is several times that of usual, and the end of the year is approaching, and everyone is hurrying to make a final profit." Bi had a comfortable New Year holiday. But also because the New Year is approaching, and it is time for all walks of life to actively rush for year-end performance, so the relationship between us and Tiaozi has been a little tense recently. Yesterday According to the leader, I am afraid that you need to be present when the cargo is unloaded."

Nakahara also turned the pen back to the top cap, nodding his head indifferently; then, he opened his mouth casually.

"------"

Guangjin Liulang was taken aback.

Nakahara Chuya was also stunned, blinking a little bit confused, thinking what's going on, I don't seem to hear my own voice.

He cleared his throat a little suspiciously, and felt that there was nothing uncomfortable in his throat, as usual.So he looked at Guangjin and tried to speak again: "————"

Still no sound.Zhong Yuan also frowned unconsciously.But he hesitated for a moment, and then he tried various monosyllables, modal particles, and other sounds that he could make, and found that he was not spared: he didn't feel any discomfort, but he just couldn't make even a little sound—just It seems that the little mermaid in the fairy tale exchanged her voice with the witch in order to have a pair of legs that can live on the shore.

But I already have legs? ?Central Plains is also a little confused.Even if it's the other way around, I didn't see my legs turn into fish tails when I touched the water in the shower just now.

He subconsciously looked down at his legs, but what he saw made him stunned again.

Guangjin Liulang's expression on the side gradually became serious.

The time when Guangjin Liulang knocked on the door of Zhongyuan Zhongye was 08:30.When he opened the door for him, Zhong Yuanzhong had already put on the three-piece suit that he was always used to wearing, tight leather pants with a Choker shirt and a small vest. Wrap a soft wool scarf around your neck when you're outside.

But right now, of course, his legs were still his legs, and the lines of the tight leather pants were smooth and sexy enough to attract the attention of anyone - male or female - in a bar.And at this moment, the reason why Chuya Chuya and Liulang Guangjin didn't speak was of course not this.

At the intersection of the eyes of the two, at the foot of Zhongye in the Central Plains...a few red petals appeared at some point.Those red petals that were brightly colored as if they had just been soaked in blood quietly and strangely fell on the marble floor of the living room, and one piece even fell on Zhongyuan Zhongye's cashmere slippers.

There are no flowers in his house, not to mention that in December, where can you see flowers except those flower houses that specialize in planting flowers?Guangjin would not come to him with a bouquet to sign.Weird things happened one after another, Nakahara Chuya flashed these messy contents in his mind for a moment, but then shook his head to shake out these unreliable thoughts.He looked up at Guangjin, only to find that this old man who always upholds a gentleman's demeanor and treats everything with a calm expression is serious at the moment.Guangjin Liulang stared at the blood-red petals for a long time, then frowned slightly, and said to Zhongyuan Zhongya: "I saw these petals... they fell out of Zhongye-jun's mouth when he was talking with Zhongye-kun. of."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head, with a blank expression that didn't understand what he meant.

Guangjin Liulang sighed indistinctly, and suggested to Nakahara Nakaya, who seemed to be in serious trouble: "I think Nakaya-kun should go find a mirror now, and see it with his own eyes, so that he can quickly understand the present situation. situation."

What kind of mirror do you want.Nakahara Zhong also picked up his phone, brought up the selfie mode of the camera, and pointed it at himself.He looked at his usual face in the camera, still as good-looking and handsome, no matter how he looked at it, he could fascinate a lot of little girls, and he couldn't see that he couldn't make a sound now... and as Guangjin said, When trying to speak, flower petals come out of the mouth.

However, the setting of spit flowers anytime, anywhere sounds like some girls who like romance may like it.Zhong Yuanzhong, who still doesn't know the specific consequences of this change, can only comment on the superficial phenomenon.

After observing himself in the camera, he didn’t find anything abnormal—that’s right, if there was any abnormality, he should have seen it when he took a shower, washed his face and brushed his teeth just now—so Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly opened his lips, looking at his lips slightly on the screen of the phone. Move, bite the pronunciation word by word.

"Central. Original. Central. Also"

There was still no sound, but he watched as blood-red petals appeared out of thin air the instant he tried to speak, and fell to the floor, lying with other petals that were exactly like it; and this When the petals slid down from the lips, they still seemed to be in an indeterminate shape. After just a second or two, it was obvious that the petals had become "a tangible existence" with only the naked eye.

No wonder he kept talking, but he didn't notice that he spit out flowers at all.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself.

But even if the status quo is clear, the next step is to return to the original question.

What's going on here......

Zhong Yuan also looked at himself in the camera in a daze, and had no other thoughts for the time being.He frowned almost subconsciously thinking about the troubles these inexplicable things would bring him: if he couldn't speak out, his work would be a headache these days.Leaving aside whether his subordinates can read lips well, if he just needs him to speak slowly, that's fine. The problem is—while talking, he spits out this red petal that the devil knows what it is? ?If all his subordinates saw that little girl-like scene, he would be respectful, thank you Bumin, this is no longer a question of shame or not.

Thinking of this, Zhongyuan Zhong also put away his mobile phone, and silently looked at Guangjin Liulang: Guangjin is the oldest among them, and even Sister Hongye and the leader maintain a respectful attitude towards him, most of them must be weird Everything has been experienced or heard.

Sure enough, after a few seconds of hesitation, Guangjin Liulang slowly said: "It is still not sure whether some kind of supernatural power is causing trouble, but I probably don't need my help to confirm this kind of thing. But judging from the symptoms right now, Chuya-kun's situation is indeed similar to something I know."

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked and urged him with his eyes.

Guangjin Liulang said: "I don't know if you have heard of a disease... called 'flower vomiting syndrome'?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Never heard of it, what the hell?

Fortunately, Guangjin Liulang guessed his ignorance, so he continued without a pause: "'Flower vomiting syndrome' is an extremely rare disease, and I only heard about it from an old doctor who has long since passed away. , and have never seen a real example.”

"It is said that those who suffer from 'flower vomiting' will not feel any pain at the beginning, except that they cannot make a sound and spit out flower petals endlessly; but as the condition worsens, the patient will begin to cough and retch... Well, although it sounds similar, it has nothing to do with pregnancy... The number of petals that are spit out will increase and gradually change. And in the end, what those patients spit out is not petals, what they will spit out is a A whole flower."

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't speak either, but it didn't hinder his expression change.He listened to Guangjin’s explanation very seriously at the beginning. After all, it’s about himself. The sooner he returns to normal, the sooner he can start working; when he heard his expression start to change from serious to subtle and weird in the middle, he complained in his heart why it sounds weird Strange, this is what sounds like a serious illness.

After that, he keenly captured a key word - "finally".

"........."

Nakahara Naka also slowly raised his eyes and looked at Guangjin.Guangjin Liulang looked into those water-blue eyes, and repeated very slowly: "Yes. In the end——if Chuya-kun fails to recover in time, the fatality rate of this disease is, [-]%."

"........."

After another period of silence, Zhong Yuanzhong, who obviously did not expect this seemingly romantic disease to be so cruel, quickly showed a certain calmness that is used to storms.It only took him a dozen seconds to digest the news, then his lips moved slightly, and he raised his hand to rub his hair that had just been dried for a short time.Judging from the shape of his mouth, Guangjin Liulang judged that this petite top cadre might have cursed a word, and there was no sound, only another petal fell down, symbolizing that the patient had just opened his mouth to speak.

"And then? What should I do if I have this disease." Nakahara Nakata also opened his mouth, and the petals fell one after another following his mouth shape, "Say it directly, Hirotsu."

After Guangjin Liulang recognized the words on his lips, he gave a wry smile silently: "That's why I just said that the fatality rate of this disease is 17%... That doctor is the person I know who understands this disease best. There are only [-] people with this disease, and he has cured seven of them himself, but..."

An ominous premonition emerged in Zhong Yuanzhong's heart.

"Those seventeen patients suffering from haemorrhoids," Guangjin Liulang's deep voice was hard to detect, "the final survival rate is zero."

The bad premonition came true, Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped his face, and spat out a few blood-like petals who didn't know who he was scolding.

"...Is it the same effect as the Black Death in the Middle Ages? I really hit the jackpot." Chuya Nakahara murmured.He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the wavering and bewilderment that had remained in the depths of his pupils for a moment was swept away with great discipline.His gaze was condensed into a line, and Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Guangjin Liulang with almost sharp eyes, and asked: "What is the main cause of death? Can't keep up with medical technology? Or is there any other reason? After all, why do you have this disease?"

A terminal illness with such peculiar symptoms is different from other terminal illnesses caused by work and rest problems, living environment problems, diet problems...etc.

Guangjin Liulang said: "First of all, because there are too few people with this disease, doctors have almost no treatment cases to refer to, and everything needs to be explored by themselves; secondly... the incidence of this disease is too fast. ...If my memory after so many years is correct, Mr. Zhongyuan can look at his left chest, and a flower bud should have appeared on the skin at the heart."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned, unbuttoned his shirt three times and looked down, and sure enough, he saw black flower buds like tattoos appearing on the skin of his heart, lifelike, following his chest when he breathed. The ups and downs vibrate regularly.

"..."

Nakahara Zhongya re-buttoned his shirt, and then asked, "What is this? Is it the countdown of my life?"

Guangjin Liulang nodded slowly: "The moment the buds fully bloom, you will die—although the time for the buds to bloom is said to vary from person to person, but I heard from the doctor that those people in the records vomited from the beginning of the illness. The petals died after spitting out a complete flower, and the fastest one only survived for one day, and the last one didn't survive the midnight of the third day."

"That is to say... I only have about three days." Nakahara also laughed at himself, "I have been thinking about my ending since a long time ago. It's just that I have thought so much There are two possibilities, but I never thought that I would die from this inexplicable disease—is this the so-called "life is impermanent"?"

Guangjin Liulang was speechless.

I really didn't expect that I would come across such a thing by chance when I came to send a document. After a moment of silence, the old man with the longest experience in the organization couldn't help but whispered: "Those are all past examples...at least It happened 20 years ago, and too many things have changed in the past 20 years. And to put it bluntly, Zhongye-kun still has a lot of value, and the leader will not let Zhongye-kun you now dead, that would be too great a loss for us."

"Don't misunderstand Hirotsu, I just sighed, but I didn't plan to resign myself to death now." Nakahara Nakaya was as speechless as a mermaid who landed on the shore, but his expression was indifferent and calm, like Tokyo Bay, which is quiet and dangerous at night of the sea.

A person who walks on the tip of a knife all the year round and pays tribute to the god of death calmly will not be easily swayed by the mere threat of death, Zhong Yuanzhong also slightly twitched the corner of his mouth: "Besides, it would be too embarrassing to say this way of death in the future. If it gets out, I will definitely die and will not be at peace, maybe I will get up from the coffin and fight those who laughed at me.”

"It's really like what Chuya-kun would say." Guangjin Liulang sighed, "Then, another question about you... the cause of this disease, and the treatment idea that the doctor told me."

Zhong Yuan also raised an eyebrow.

"..." Guangjin Liulang chose some words, finally deliberated, and said very tactfully, "The reason why people suffering from flower spitting disease get this disease is because they all have a... unavailable."

This explanation was a bit convoluted, and Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't react for a while, and said "ah?" silently, and dropped a petal in a daze.

Guangjin Liulang felt helpless to be forced to face young people's emotional problems in his old age. Seeing that Nakahara Zhong also blinked unconsciously, he had to explain more precisely: "Flower spit disease is not so much a disease. It is better to say that a simple illness is the embodiment of your own heart. It is the container you cannot ask for and the embodiment of jealousy, and it is your own punishment for yourself who cannot get the other party..."

"I don't understand." Nakahara Chuya said honestly.I don't know if it's because of my mood or what, but I always feel that the petals I spit out are also extraordinarily innocent.

"...That is to say, since you will suffer from this disease, there should be someone who is deeply in love with you in Zhongye-kun's heart." Guangjin Liulang concluded in one sentence, "As long as Zhongye-kun is in full bloom before the flowers in his heart fully bloom With that person, flower vomiting can be cured—if the doctor’s treatment idea is correct.” After all, before the strict time limit, there has never been a successful example before.Guangjin Liulang hesitated for a moment, but didn't say it.

"..." Nakahara Chuya fell into a state of stillness without any movement after listening.After about two or three minutes, he slowly opened and closed his lips, and a subtle expression of paleness and weirdness slowly appeared on his face, as if there was only one last hope left, and he was dying, "The so-called 'getting', specifically Refers to……?"

Guangjin Liulang didn't understand what he was struggling with for a while, so he thought for a while and said: "Although I didn't specify it, I think this kind of complicated disease can't be cured simply by 'getting' in the literal sense... From the perspective of the cause, I think it probably refers to the meaning of 'to win the heart of the other party, at least make yourself feel that the other party belongs to you' or something like that."

“…………”

Chuya Zhongya's face changed several times, and finally settled on an indifferent expression of letting go of everything.He took a deep breath, picked up the clothes on the back of the sofa, draped them over his shoulders, and prepared to go to work, and then the top mafia cadre who just said "I don't want to die quietly" patted Guangjin Liulang's shoulder, said: "I thought about it just now."

Guangjin Liulang looked at him suspiciously.

"I thought about it, and I think that people are always going to die, so there is not much difference between dying a few years earlier and dying a few years later." Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a pleasant expression, "The most important thing is, if If I maintain the status quo, then at most I will be alone in the next few days waiting to die quietly; but if I try to struggle according to what you said just now, old man...then it might not be the bloody vomiting that killed me in the end .”

"I will stab myself to death before the flowers bloom." Nakahara Nakaya finished his words seriously, and then he took his pile of petals and walked towards the door of the apartment calmly, deciding not to care about whether the flowers vomit or not. Still going to work is more valuable.

"I mean it, absolutely."

Guangjin Liulang looked at his bleak back, and found that he really didn't understand what young people were thinking.

……

Except that I was tied to the boat that was about to sail to Santuchuan, the rest of the things did not differ from the scheduled arrangement.Nakahara Chuya handled today’s work that was scheduled on Monday in the morning. To prevent unnecessary confusion, he wore a large mask to cover half of his face, falsely claiming that he had a severe cold and that he sang too much in karaoke the first night. , The throat is directly scrapped and unable to speak, all communication is replaced by paper and pen - even the above explanation is the same.Anyway, he is the boss of his department, no one dares to question him, and his secretary nervously prepared cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine for him on the table.

And at noon, he received a temporary notice. It was indeed related to the freighter fleet that arrived half a day earlier in the afternoon. The document sent directly to him from the chief's office required him to go to the port with Black Lizard in the afternoon and take charge of the delivery of the cargo. related business.Zhongyuan Zhong also signed for confirmation, and stopped the leader's direct subordinate who delivered the documents to him, and typed on his mobile phone: "Is the leader in the office now?"

The subordinate shook his head: "Not here. The leader left Yokohama in his private jet at seven o'clock this morning. It seems that he has something to do. He probably hasn't landed yet."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, and continued to type: "Then this document...?"

"The leader explained it last night." The subordinate said, "Is there something important for Mr. Zhongyuan?"

After a moment of silence, Zhong Yuan Zhong also shook his head silently, indicating that he could leave.

Although he said in the morning that "it is better to wait for death than to solve it", Nakahara finally calmed down after working all morning and let his rationality return to the cage.In the final analysis, it was only the doctor's one-sided opinion. Besides, it may be true that there was only that kind of solution under the medical conditions at that time, but it may not be so now 20 years later.The best way is to find a reliable doctor for consultation, and among the people he knows, he is the No. 1 doctor who is reliable enough and can be trusted.

But Mr. Mori is not here today.

Although there were occasional occasions when he would leave Yokohama to work secretly without telling anyone about his itinerary, but those times were almost pitifully rare. Nakahara Chuya joined the Mafia for seven or eight years, and he could count such times on one hand.

Is it a coincidence?

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the freighter fleet stopped at the port as scheduled, and Zhongyuan Zhongya, wearing a mask and scarf, came forward to hand over the situation as if he had a bad cold.Opposite is a business partner who has cooperated for a long time. The person who brought the fleet this time happened to have a certain friendship with Zhongyuan Zhongye. It is not very deep, but it is enough to deal with the situation of Zhongyuan Zhongye who "cannot speak because of a bad cold". As for the broken friendship with business partners.In addition to the friendship, there is also a lucky thing that the secretary of Zhongyuan Zhongye is smart enough, and he can speak for him when he needs to speak, which saves Zhongyuan Zhongye a lot of things.

After finishing the work on the freighter and sending the other party to the arranged hotel, Nakahara Chuya has nothing else to do today.So after noon, another top cadre arranged in his mind asked the secretary to follow the others back to the organization building, while he drove the car around a corner, drove in another direction, and drove towards the city.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhong Yuanzhong also arrived at the destination, parked the car on the side of the road and lowered the window, when he looked up, he found that the lights on the floor where the detective agency was located were still on, so he nodded secretly, unfastened his seat belt and took off car.He walked upstairs while praying repeatedly in his heart, "Osamu Dazai is gone." When he reached the door, he knocked on the door and pushed in. He accidentally found that most of the detective agency was there.

What's going on, why does it seem that he can work overtime better than us.Zhong Yuan, who thought he could only meet a few people who were still working overtime, couldn't help being stunned.Is the work of a detective agency really so hard?he thought to himself.

"Mafia—Chuya Nakahara." Kunikida Doppo stood up from behind his desk, seemingly not surprised by his appearance, "What's the matter with you coming to the detective agency? We don't have any acquaintances of yours here—or Say, are you looking for that guy Dazai?"

It only took Zhong Yuanzhong a second to understand: his conspicuous and expensive sports car.And the person who told the detective agency the model of the car he drove must be Osamu Dazai.Of course only Osamu Dazai.

He rolled his eyes, typed on the phone, and approached Kunikida to show the content on the screen: "It has nothing to do with him. But let me ask, he has already left?"

He should have left, otherwise he would not be called Dazai Osamu if he knew that he had come to the detective agency and did not come out to play tricks on himself.

Although Kunikida Doppo didn't know why he didn't speak, he reluctantly nodded for the sake of the recent easing of relations between the two clubs: "Leave early."

That's good.Zhong Yuanzhong was also relieved, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.He glanced left and right, and saw the young kid with projection ability suitable for assassination, the white-haired Renhu who had a lot of trouble with Akutagawa, the cheerful-looking kid who made people feel good about him, the difficult detective... There is Kyoka who also left the Mafia—after all, why is the detective agency either young ghosts or children?What kind of illegal organization is this that employs child labor—but I just can't find the person I'm looking for.

He frowned, and the ominous feeling in his heart appeared again.However, before he could type to inquire, the big detective who had been sitting on the president's chair with his legs crossed and eating potato chips suddenly said, "If you're looking for Xie Ye——she's not here."

Nakahara Chuya: ………

Kunikida Doppo frowned: "Are you looking for Dr. Yosano? What's the matter?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't bother to explain much, he just pointed to his throat casually.

Lost your voice?You need to find Dr. Xie Ye to solve it. Does that seem to be a very troublesome matter?Ability?No, Dazai should be looking for the ability.Kunikida Doppo quickly ran through these thoughts in his mind, and knowing his reason for coming, the guard he had been fully on guard from just now was slightly relieved, and he shook his head: "It's not a coincidence that you came on the plane with Dr. Yosano at noon. went abroad."

Zhong Yuan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then typed: "Is there something urgent?"

"No, it's annual leave." Kunikida Doppo said, "If you're short on time, I can make a call for you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head.

"No. Excuse me." He typed this string of messages.

The sudden visit of the top cadre of the port mafia, even knowing that he has no malicious intentions, others are still a little nervous.Although Zhongya Nakahara passed by the table of the blond boy when he left, he saw the kid who had a fight with him show him a happy and bright smile, and said, "Welcome to come back next time if you have something to do."Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, but in the end he walked straight to the door without saying anything.

Before leaving, when he turned around, he glanced into the house inadvertently, and happened to meet Edogawa Ranpo's gaze looking at him.The big detective, who had been eating snacks and refreshments, stopped his movements and just looked at him quietly, with something unspeakable in his expression; Nakahara also felt that his seeing-through eyes were very uncomfortable, so He frowned and stopped, holding the door frame and raised his eyebrows as if provocatively, which means big detective, if you have a solution, just say it, and if you don't have a solution, don't show that expression.

Edogawa Ranpo shook his head: "Unfortunately... I'm not a doctor. I'm just a detective."

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed silently, and the petals fell into the mask he used to cover up.However, just as he was about to walk away, Edogawa Ranpo added: "Dazai went to drink, if it was you, you should know which bar he is in."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped his movements, and after a while he half-teared off his mask, revealing his thin and cold lips.Nakahara Chuya showed a lazy and mocking smile towards Edogawa Ranbu, and said without the slightest sound:

"None of my business."

Two or three blood-red petals fell one after another. Zhongyuan Zhong also rolled his eyes and put on the mask again, and then left under the surprised eyes of everyone in the detective agency. After a while, the sound of the sports car engine starting again sounded from the window.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't go anywhere, but went straight back to the apartment, and got into bed after taking a bath as usual.It was too cold outside, but fortunately the air conditioner inside the house was warm. He lazily lay on the bed and replied the greeting messages from a bunch of people. The news that he lost his voice due to a bad cold and karaoke seemed to have spread throughout the organization. With such a speed of transmission, Nakahara also suspects that the whole of Yokohama will know about it tomorrow.

Mr. Sen is not here, and neither is that powerful female doctor.Although there are still ways, he is inexplicably tired.Something that can almost be called "fate" lies in front of him, and it is described as blocking all his roads to kill him. Zhong Yuanzhong is not very afraid, but he has been tossing around for a day, and he really wants to go home and curl up under the covers Sleeping in the bed—maybe it was too cold, or maybe he really had a cold.

Before going to bed, he tore off the quilt and looked down at his heart, and found that it was not so good. The ominous flower that was still a bud in the morning had already half bloomed by ten o'clock in the evening.The delicate petals are half-closed and half-placed like a half-covered beauty, the kind of ogre monster. When half-covered, she is so beautiful that it tempts you to take the bait. When all the veils are taken off, she will show her fangs and want to eat you. It's time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered in his heart, wrapped the quilt tightly and fell asleep directly.

——Then, the next day, he was woken up by the sound of knocking on the doorbell.

In a daze, he got out of bed and opened the door, only to find that the person standing downstairs was Ozaki Koyo.After a comfortable sleep, Nakahara Nakaya, who almost forgot what happened to him, was awakened by Ozaki Koyo's murderous aura coming from across the screen, and opened the door for the elder sister with a twitch of his mouth to let her go—come up, yourself Then he rushed into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then jumped out of the bathroom like a rabbit and then ran into the cloakroom to tidy himself up. When Ozaki Momiji kicked open the door of the apartment with a cold expression, he had just buttoned the last button of his shirt.

"I know everything." Koye Ozaki spoke without waiting for him to try to say anything.

The second sentence is: "I think your skin is itchy, and you really want to take a few stabs to wake yourself up."

Nakahara also touched the tip of his nose, Ozaki Hongye almost watched him grow from a rampant little devil to what he is today, and he can't understand his thoughts very well. His itinerary yesterday was not kept secret, and his job is to be in charge of intelligence and assassination within the organization For Koyo Ozaki, he can be said to be frank, and the eldest sister can naturally detect his subtle psychological changes.

"The first day you saw me at the age of 15, what did I say to you?!" Koye Ozaki covered his head and face, with a tone of hatred.But this is an extremely rare thing, because he has always been more reassuring, and Ozaki Koyo always has a lot of preference for him, and he has almost never been scolded like this in a hurry.Nakahara Chuya wanted to defend himself with a few words, but after seeing Koyo Ozaki's eyes that seemed to be more red than usual, he swallowed the words silently, and honestly endured half an hour of training.

When Ozaki Koye finally came to an end, he presented the teacup with great insight. Ozaki Koye glared at him and took it, took a sip and said coldly: "To solve your own problems, you should find the leader yourself. select."

Is this a multiple choice question?Of course, Zhong Yuanzhong chose the second one without any hesitation—besides, he had planned to do so in the first place. The exhaustion that surged up like a tide last night was short-lived. There are many reasons to die. If you say it, you will laugh out loud. If you die, you will be angry.

"Okay." Koyo Ozaki nodded, "Buy tickets now, let's go to the airport. The leader is in Saga."

Saga?What did the leader go to Saga for?Interested or something important to do?

Although there are these questions, it is obviously not a good time to ask questions, and it has nothing to do with his purpose.So the two bought the nearest flight and rushed to the airport, but they were told that due to the weather, both civil and private planes could not take off for the time being, and they would have to wait at least three or four hours.

Koyo Ozaki pressed Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Chuya—is there anything wrong?"

Nakahara was also helpless, and patted Hongye's back of the hand with blue veins stretched out due to excessive force, and signaled her not to be so nervous... Even though it didn't feel so good, he looked at the tattoo and tried it in the airport bathroom. After saying a few words, the flower buds at the heart opened even bigger, and the petals spit out changed from a sentence of two or three petals to a sentence of more than a dozen petals, and they almost piled up in a small pile on the ground. spread out.

An ominous premonition resurfaced in his heart, and he felt that he might not be so lucky to survive until the third day—in view of the fact that the recent ominous premonition would come true every time, he had unilaterally declared that "emerging ominous premonitions" had become The most annoying thing in my heart is the first.

The second is the doorbell that was rung.

When he came out of the bathroom, Koyo Ozaki seemed to have just received some news, and glanced at him.Zhong Yuanzhong was too lazy to type, so he raised his eyebrows calmly and asked.

Koyo Ozaki hesitated for a moment, and then said directly: "Dazai, he