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Budding (5)

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The naturally curly boy with dark brown hair boarded the elevator behind the chief's room.

That is the most hidden secret door of the entire port mafia, and only Mori Ogai's most trusted subordinates are qualified to know and come in and out through that door.

"Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai raised one leg, put his hands on his knees, and sat in front of the electrified glass wall.His face was calm, as if he was really admiring the night view of the city of Yokohama.

On the round table stood a broad wine bottle.

The golden-brown wine is flowing in it, reflecting the warm radiance under the warm orange lamp.

Noble rot wine.

Dazai pursed his lips tightly, walked out from the secret door, and walked steadily towards his only boss. The 17-year-old boy's face still has unfaded childishness, and there is a bit of "dissatisfaction" in his eye that is not covered by bandages.

He asked: "Is this compensation for the subordinate who was almost killed, Mr. Mori?"

"Oh, Dazai-kun. You are my best subordinate. If you die, the port organization will be greatly damaged." Mori Ogai often puts the interests of the organization before everything else. When he says this, it means that Dazai It's really important for port organizations. "What's more, for me personally...you are also very important. You were the only witness who was present when the ancestors gave way to me."

"Yes, yes~" The boy's drawn-out tone was perfunctory and tired. "Let me guess, you, who are already firmly seated as the leader, emphasized this matter again—ah, sure enough..."

In an instant, Dazai analyzed everything.

He asked: "The relics of the ancestors are really related to the position you occupy now?"

"As you said, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai said, "In the box that the key matches, there is a suicide note written by the ancestors himself."

"Ah..." Dazai raised his head and blinked his iris-colored eyes. "This is really bad."

His tone was calm, and he couldn't hear the meaning of "a catastrophe is imminent".

"Let's not talk about that for now." Mori Ogai didn't share any more information with Dazai, even though they were grasshoppers on the same rope. "Dazai-kun, in the elevator just now, did Xia Jiang-kun use a different ability?"

Osamu Dazai asked: "Hey—you, the leader, obviously you recruited Xiao Xiajiang into the organization yourself, didn't you?"

His tone seemed to be complaining: Chief, why are you suffering from hypochondria again?

"She didn't use any supernatural powers, not at all." Osamu Dazai said, "On the contrary, Chuya and the others were showing their skills in a panic. But~ they were completely nullified by my supernatural powers~"

Dazai emphasized again: "Your most valued subordinates, everyone fell down the elevator shaft together, and together—"

Mori Ogai: "..."

It seems that Osamu Dazai is really resentful about falling down the elevator shaft.

He clicked his tongue and said in disgust: "It's too bad, I almost died with Chuya."

Mori Ogai: "..." So you mind this?

The leader of the port organization had a smile on his face and said, "As long as everyone is fine."

When Mori Ogai became ruthless, he was really hard-hearted and thick-skinned.However, there is still work to be done to appease his subordinates—especially a particularly shrewd subordinate like Dazai.

Upon receiving Dazai's more resentful gaze, Mori Ogai picked up the noble rot wine on the table and tilted the bottle.

"You must try it, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai said, "This wine is a perfect match with your favorite crab. May I ask someone to send you a crab dish?"

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Thanks to the protection of a cadre candidate, Xia Jiang was not hurt when he fell down the elevator shaft.

No, there are still—

The needle on the back of her hand bulged.

A girl with brown curly hair was sitting on the back seat of the car, with her head lowered, pressing her chin on the infusion patch on the back of her hand.Under the long and curly eyelashes, those sun-green eyes were full of killing intent.

Zhong, who was sitting on the other side, couldn't bear to watch anymore, and reminded: "Hey, Xia Jiang, didn't I tell you to press the back of your hand?"

After pulling out the needle, the wound on the back of the hand should be pressed with fingers, otherwise bleeding will gushes out.Moreover, Xia Jiang had a bulging needle, and the bulging bump on the back of his hand was told by the very nice deputy team leader to rub it well.

Xia Jiang said lightly: "That's fine."

Her voice was clearly very soft, but her tone of voice was cold when she spoke.

Chuya who was blocked: "..."

He now feels uncomfortable when facing Xia Jiang, and he can't do [when he doesn't like her behavior, just open his mouth to confront her] like before.

Tonight, due to the elevator falling accident, the meeting that was supposed to be held in the chief's room on the top floor was cancelled. Mori Ogai showed mercy and gave instructions for his subordinates to go back and have a good rest.He also took into account that Zhongye was too tired to drive, so he specially sent someone to send Zhongye cadres back to the apartment.

Xia Jiang and Zhong, who were also going back to the apartment, just sat in the same car.

Xia Jiang calmly sat on his side of the back seat.On the other hand, he is still leaning against the window uncomfortably, while hiding aside, hating why he didn't sit in the co-pilot's seat when he got in the car.

Xia Jiang turned his head and said emphatically, "I am a doctor."

She was saying "Of course I know what to do".

The moment these words came out, Zhong also noticed that she was in a bad mood at the moment - her tone was very cold, her eyes were a little fierce, and she exuded a cold aura of "If you meddle in your own business, I will cut you".

Coincidentally, Zhongyuan Zhongye... Xia Jiang is fierce, he is more fierce than Xia Jiang - even if he does not become more fierce, he will not back down.

"You, it's really troublesome." Chuya complained, and took the hand that was pressed by her chin, and pressed the infusion patch with the slender fingertips wrapped in black leather. "If you are a doctor, you should know how to do it better?"

Xia Jiang's eyes became even more terrifying.

Zhong Ye held the tea-haired girl's hand for a while, and then suddenly realized how ambiguous his current behavior was.

Before he could utter a word, the white and soft hand that was still wearing the infusion patch was pulled away from it.The ochre-haired boy shook his empty palm twice, and something that had just sprouted somewhere in his heart withered in that instant.

The tea-haired girl showed a refusal attitude: "Don't worry about it."

Zhong also frowned, and quickly relaxed it again.He's emotional, he's a short-tempered man, but no matter how many times he gets angry, he rarely frowns.

He couldn't tell what his current mood was, whether it was embarrassment, trouble, anger...or loss...but he could be sure that his heart must be very difficult-no one was beaten back mercilessly with good intentions Sometimes, you can accept it without any waves.

The atmosphere in the car has been stuck in an eerie silence.

During the rest of the journey, neither of them said a word.

Zhong is also angry, the more he gets more angry, he is insisting on a behavior of "do you think I want to talk to you?"

But he couldn't help thinking: Why is Xia Jiang so indifferent, is he so silent and quiet, is it just following her heart?

He was angry, lost, and sad right now.What about Xia Jiang?Does she not care at all, does she only care about her own feelings?

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After the car drove into the underground parking lot, Zhongya slammed the door and walked towards the elevator, not caring if he sprained his foot.

Xia Jiang lowered his head and walked behind silently, with both hands in the pockets of his white coat.She walked very slowly, obviously trying to distance herself from someone.

Pressing the door open button in the elevator, Zhong Ye, who held the door for her, sneered, let go of his hand and let the elevator door close, and the car went up to his own floor.

After entering the apartment, Xia Jiang didn't go to wash and rest.

She dragged a large suitcase from a closet, a gift she had bought for her laptop after getting permission to use the internet.She began to pack her clothes and some belongings, but she didn't put any of the precious electronic devices that can store information, such as computers, mobile phones and tablets, into the box.

Xia Jiang's movements are very heavy, and when he walks around looking for things, he often kicks boxes.She was in a very bad mood, and the remedy for accidentally kicking the crate was to kick the crate back to its original position.

After buckling the suitcase, Xia Jiang lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, and set an alarm clock for his mobile phone.

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One o'clock in the morning, dead of night.

Nakaya opened his eyes abruptly, looking at the ringing cell phone next to the pillow.

It has been five hours since he returned to the apartment. He didn't even want to wash his face after entering the door. He changed his clothes and lay dead on the bed.

He has been working on missions for the past few days. After being implicated and injured by Dazai, he finally got a vacation, and went to rescue Xia Jiang again, and stayed up all night in the chief's room.There is no doubt that he is tired, and he will be even more tired with the next trouble that the Port Organization will face with my wife's family.

Zhong Yezhi, he should take a good rest.

But he didn't fall asleep after lying on the bed, his mind was full of the ungrateful white-eyed wolf Xia Jiang downstairs, thinking repeatedly about "why are you angry" and other things.

After trying to empty his mind several times to no avail, Zhong Ye could only give up on himself and let his mind think about Xia Jiang.

Perhaps it was because he was so exhausted that he fell asleep in such a sleepy state. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call him fainted from exhaustion.Facts have proved that this way of sleeping is actually not advisable. After Chuya opened his eyes, he felt that his head was about to burst from pain.

He picked up the phone with a waking breath.

From Mori Ogai: Chuya-kun, please go downstairs and jump out of the window, be quick.

Wearing a set of thin pajamas against the cold autumn night wind, Zhong Ye opened the window with a dazed expression.

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After Xia Jiang, who was carrying a suitcase, walked out of the building, he was surrounded by dazzling high-beam lights.

Mori Ogai's voice sounded: "Xia Jiang-kun, where are you going with your suitcase in the middle of the night?"

Xia Jiang raised his head and replied calmly, "Go to a safe place."

"A safe place..." As if hearing something interesting, Mori Ogai snorted, and the expression on his face became extremely dangerous. "Mr. Xia Jiang, do you know the fate of defecting in the rules of the organization?"

"Then, being murdered in the elevator car by you, the leader, is it any better than the fate of defecting?" Xia Jiang put down the suitcase, and she held the folded umbrella in her hand, and the umbrella handle gradually slid out. "As expected of the Port Mafia | Hand Gang, my heart is like a stone, cold and hard."

Xia Jiang slowly pulled out the sharp blade hidden in the umbrella.

The blade of the blade reflected the incoming light, and it was a clear silver.

Hearing this, the expression on Mori Ogai's face softened slightly: "I think there is a misunderstanding between us, Natsue-kun."

This is a gentle strategy, and he is still exploring.

"What misunderstanding is there?" She raised her hand, pointing her sword at Mori Ogai, her voice suddenly raised: "You betrayed me first! Just like Academy City, coveting and fearing at the same time!"

Chuya, who jumped from the window, caught this hysterical scene in his eyes and ears.

The wind blows over.

The girl's brown forehead hair was lifted, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger and grievance, with a tinge of red at the end of her eyes.

It was the first time for Zhong Ye to see Xia Jiang showing such a gaffe when he was sane.

It's real anger, real grievance, not a cold and heartless person.