Hojo Natsuki observed his expression and felt that his "I know" was not what she expected, so she asked cautiously: "Really? ... Do you really know?"
"Um."
"Do you agree with my idea?"
Kurosawa Jin did not comment.
Hojo Natsuki: "... In that case, just take it as your agreement."
The other party still did not express his opinion. He supported his chin with one hand, his eyes wandering over his body, as if he was admiring what was in his bag, without any tension at all.
Not long after, a phone call came in and Kurosawa Zhen restrained his expression.
While listening to the report on the other end of the phone, he walked towards the door.
"Wait." Kurosawa Jin brushed off the caller with the simplest words and put away his phone.
He put on his hat, turned his head to look at Hojo Natsuki as he opened the door, and said, "Don't run around."
Maintaining the normal operation of a huge organization requires a lot of effort. As a boss who doesn't care much about the life and death of the organization, Hojo Natsuki is very willful and does whatever he wants. He makes trouble for others in the peaceful years, while Lao Guaden and Top Killer carry the burden for him.
The door was closed, and the gust of air created by it seemed to swallow up the sound of footsteps. The silver-haired man left silently.
Hojo Natsuki tiptoed close to the door, first listening to the sound and then looking through the peephole.
After a moment, he finally felt relieved: Kurosawa Jin had really left.
"Don't run around." The other party's warning rang in my ears again.
Hojo Natsuki replied inwardly, "How is that possible? I'm not an idiot."
He thought that he had rejected her clearly and the other party could understand what he meant. However, in order to avoid complications, it would be better for the two of them to keep their distance and wait for a few months or even a year for time to wash away everything and for Kurosawa Jin to come out of the crush - he didn't know the other party's psychological journey over the years and believed that this was a short and passionate crush.
If you don’t know how to handle it, just ignore it.
Anyway, after being apart for a while, the relationship will return to its original state sooner or later.
The weapons in the mall were also unavailable for purchase, and he needed some self-defense equipment when he went out alone.
The storage room was locked.
Hojo Natsuki searched everywhere, thinking that the key was probably taken away by Kurosawa, but he found a paper clip.
He had a friend who was skilled in lock picking, so he naturally learned a few tricks, straightened the wire, and tried to pick the lock. If Dazai was here, a copper lock of this level would not last more than five seconds. He was not skilled enough in his job, so it took him almost a minute to pick it open.
Then, Hojo Natsuki started shopping for free.
This room was no more than ten square meters, and the space utilization rate was maximized, making it look like a well-equipped small arsenal. Kurosawa Jin had arranged the things neatly, and the guns and bullets were shiny and cold, creating a pleasing aesthetic.
He selected two handy guns and a spring-loaded knife, restored the crime scene perfectly after searching, and exited the storage room and locked it.
After doing all this, Hojo Natsuki left happily, hailed a taxi, got in and drove away.
He wandered around the streets, full of curiosity, but before long, he discovered that under the different skins were extremely similar flesh and blood. Tokyo was still the same Tokyo, except there were no people with special abilities.
"Let's go to Yokohama," he thought.
So we decided to go to Yokohama.
I wanted to hail a special car to take him there directly, but when I felt my pocket, I found the wallet belonged to Kurosawa Jin. He forgot to return it after buying things at the supermarket that day.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Yes, he still didn’t know how to withdraw money from his virtual game account. After being away for half his life, he returned as a penniless pauper.
The Hojo officials, who had never been short of money, fell into an economic crisis.
I have to take it one step at a time.
He obediently took the train to Yokohama and got off at JR Yokohama Station.
The three buildings standing in the harbor are not the headquarters of Port Mafia; Chinatown is still there; the street scenes along the route to work are very similar to those in reality...
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Natsuki, wrapped in the red scarf and Kurosawa Jin's coat, walked aimlessly along the street like a tourist.
He wanted to leave his clothes behind before he went out, but before he had gone far, he was shivering with cold. He never went easy on his body, so he crawled back to put on his coat, preparing to go to the street to buy a new one before changing.
However, when I went out on the street, I found that I had no money and my wallet belonged to someone else.
What's the difference between using Kurosawa's money to buy new clothes and wearing Kurosawa's clothes? It's just a coat anyway, so just keep wearing it. He chose to go with the flow.
At the beginning of the new year, the streets are decorated with lights and colorful lights, creating a festive atmosphere.
There was a light snowfall.
"It's snowing!" the children on the street shouted in surprise.
"We can have a snowball fight tomorrow, right?"
"Maybe in the evening."
"My mother doesn't allow me to go out at night..."
As the children looked forward to it, the snowflakes changed from crystal mini particles to feather-sized ones.
Hojo Natsuki frowned and walked quickly into a store to hide. He didn't like the cold weather when the snow melted, and he had to be very careful when walking on the icy ground. Rain and snow are essentially the same. He can appreciate them at home, but it is particularly troublesome when he is out.
He ordered a drink, sat by the window, and began to think about what to do next.
Then, he will continue to operate the organization and improve his [public favorability] and [popularity]. Anyway, he just needs to make the final decision, and the employees will naturally work hard for the rest.
Recruit Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi, and find a way to bring them into the organization to work.
Kudo Shinichi was originally on the opposite side of the organization. He was the "child of destiny" and those who were against him would always fail. But what if he joined the black side? Would his camp be like a pig standing at the wind's outlet and win without doing anything
Hojo Natsuki had an idea: "Then buy a house near Kudo's house."
I can move out of Kurosawa Jin's house and observe Kudo Shinichi at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.
He did not regard Kudo Shinichi as a real opponent. This boy, who was only fourteen years old, was the protagonist. But before the other party came into contact with the Frog Organization, Hojo Natsuki had already grasped most of the real information about Kudo Shinichi - because he himself was also a being favored by the rules and came from a higher-dimensional world.
If the confrontation between the two factions were to begin, it would be a one-sided crushing situation, greatly reducing the fun of the game, and it would be too boring.
Beika Town is very small, and it is easy for the boss of the organization to find the whereabouts of a little pigeon. Hojo Natsuki quickly locked onto the street where Shinichi lived, downloaded an app, and looked at houses online.
The house type and location determined that the house prices near Xinyiji's residence were only high, not low, but that was only for ordinary people. Hojo Natsuki looked around with a relaxed look, and soon found a nice villa on the edge of the house, located on the road that Xinyiji had to take to go to school. When he was preparing to select [communicate with the agent] and make an appointment to see the house, he recalled the embarrassing fact again -
"I have no money," he thought sadly.
After learning from his mistakes, Natsuki Hojo unchecked the "House Viewing" option on the software and filtered for "House Rental".
Damn it! There is actually a day when Port Mafia cadres have to compromise like this!
However, there is a wider range of rental options. There is a house only one door away from the Kudo House. The owner and his family have gone abroad and will probably not be able to come back within two years. The whole house is being rented out. The rent is not low, but compared to the amount needed to buy a house, it is particularly affordable. It is also much closer than the side house, making it more convenient to observe the pigeons.
After moving in, you can visit the Kudo family in the name of new neighbors and bring some gifts.
Hojo Natsuki counted the cash in his wallet. Compared to the transfer that would attract the attention of the bank (the amount would be restricted if it was too high), every mafia member preferred cash, and Kurosawa Jin was no exception. As a result, there was a thick stack of 10,000 yuan in bills in his wallet, enough to pay the deposit and one month's rent.
It's so easy.
Hojo Natsu
Shu made an appointment with the real estate agent to view the house.
[Agent]: When is convenient
[N]: Tomorrow afternoon.
[Agent]: Please leave your name and phone number
He threw in a string of phone numbers, which was a newly registered anonymous phone card.
As for the name...
[N]：Dazai Osamu
[Agent]: Haha, you are so humorous.
[Agent]: Well, Mr. Dazai, we will arrange for someone to contact you tomorrow.
Hojo Natsuki was a little confused. What was so funny about this name
He googled it casually.
[Dazai Osamu, a famous writer, his masterpiece is "No Longer Human"... ]
Hojo Natsuki: “???”
He was stunned. He never expected that Dazai had secretly become a great writer behind his back, and the name of his supernatural power had become the title of his book.
Then, he searched for Mori Ogai. Could Mr. Mori from the other world also be famous...
[Mori Ogai, a representative figure of romantic literature after the Meiji Restoration, and his contemporaries Natsume Soseki and Akutagawa Ryunosuke... ]
Xia Shu: “???”
Hojo Natsuki was extremely shocked.
Not only is Mr. Mori also a writer, but how come even Akutagawa...
Continue searching for Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Koyo...
[Zhongyuan Zhongye, poet, representative work "Goat Song"... ]
[Ozaki Koyo, novelist…]
These familiar faces are all famous writers, and Ozaki Koyo is even a male writer.
Hojo Natsuki twitched his lips, feeling that this development was a bit too magical.
He searched for his name again.
Nothing happened.
“… Why am I the only one who is not a literary giant!” he was annoyed.
Fortunately, Cadre A was nothing either... But being compared to a useless lackey like Cadre A did not bring Hojo Natsuki any comfort.
However, he soon figured it out, because he was the only one who had the ability to travel through the world. If "Hojo Natsuki" was a deceased literary giant, wouldn't that be a resurrection? - That would be quite scary.
The sky gradually darkened, street lights lit up one after another, and snowflakes danced gracefully in the light and slowly fell to the ground.
"Beep-"
The regular ringtone of the incoming call rang, and the phone on the table vibrated.
Hojo Natsuki was looking out the window absent-mindedly, and when he heard the voice, he looked down.
[Contact: Kurosawa Jin]
[Are you connected? [Y/N]]
Hojo Natsuki really wanted to hang up, but avoiding the call wouldn't solve the problem, so she had no choice but to press the answer button.
There was a strong wind on the other end of the phone, and Kurosawa's voice blended into the background noise, seeming a little unreal.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"… Something." Hojo Natsuki said vaguely.
He said, “When will you be back?”
Hojo Natsuki was silent for a few seconds: "I won't be back for the time being."
After sitting in this coffee shop for a while, the drink in the cup became cold, and light coffee stains condensed on the wall of the cup, like a dried curse.
He pushed the cup away, went to the front desk to pay, opened the door, looked up at the snow, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, and the streets were covered in pure silver. Hei Zezhen on the other end of the phone hadn't answered yet, only the long and delicate sound of the wind, and the emotions were hard to discern.
A snowy night is like this, filled with a hazy atmosphere, and thoughts are always turning around, whether it’s right or not.
Hojo Natsuki turned left according to his memory, and about 300 meters away, there was a supermarket. He walked slowly forward, following the footprints of pedestrians in the snow, half of his face buried in his red scarf.
The other party still didn't reply.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go first..." said Hojo Natsuki.
He listened to the slight noise coming from the other end of the phone, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he turned around and looked behind him. Snow was falling heavily, like goose feathers, and visibility was greatly reduced. Pedestrians hurriedly walked through the street in twos and threes.
It was indeed an illusion.
Hojo Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief
When he turned back again, his whole body was stiff.
Across two street lamps, Hei Ze Zhen looked back at him from afar, his cold eyes, in this icy world, like cold jade in a pool of water. He was still wearing the same wide black windbreaker, with a cigarette between his teeth, the bluish-white smoke dispersing, softening his sharp features.
He hung up the phone, and the cell phone stuck to the fabric and fell into his coat pocket.
Kurosawa Jin was like a silent black shadow under the street light, and the shadow was gradually approaching.
He walked towards Hojo Natsuki, one step, two steps.
The overwhelming snow, the quiet streets, the hurried pedestrians, the dim light from the street lamps... all the external things quickly retreated, and kept retreating until they turned into an out-of-focus background in the sight.
In the empty and cold sound of the wind, the chilly snowy night gradually became the backdrop for the silver-haired man.
The other person lowered his green eyes.
At this moment, he was in the shadow of the Kurosawa formation.
Another gust of winter wind blew through and poured into Hojo Natsuki's throat.
"I didn't do anything to you."
Kurosawa Jin spoke, his narration calmly and steadily, but there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his tone at the end.
He raised his hand and gently patted the side of Hojo Natsuki's face, his fingertips were cold, "Why are you running?"
(End of this chapter)