Zongman: I have really retired!

"Genichiro!"

"What happened? Why?"

Why should you participate in this experiment?

Fukuzawa Yukichi's hands tightly clasped Fukuchi Sakurachi's shoulders. His hands were very strong. Fukuchi Sakurachi's military uniform was deformed by the strong clasp. It was as ugly as Fukuchi Sakurachi's face, which was a bit funny. clown.

Dazai Osamu withdrew his gaze and continued to flip through the document. Through several thin pieces of paper that looked like flying feathers, it seemed as if he could glimpse the blood behind it.

Blood, broken experimental reagents, deformed monsters, and...experimental subjects who were deceived into dying, all kinds of complicated and fragmented images flashed through his mind, mixed with bloody scenes.

An ordinary person with poor mental endurance would definitely vomit or scream uncontrollably, but Dazai Osamu's expression did not change. He could only hear the thumping of his heart, such a vital sound...

Osamu Dazai would occasionally think about why he was alive when he dreamed back at midnight.

He was troubled by insomnia, self-destructive tendencies, sadism, excessive desire for control, and severe suicidal desire. He undoubtedly knew very clearly that he had no desire to survive, and he did not think that life and death were the same. Something very important, his precocious temperament and excessively high IQ make him easily attracted to exciting and life-threatening things.

bang bang bang-

He could feel the overproduction of adrenaline, the nerve endings in his eyes were beating abnormally, and his heartbeat was beating at a frequency that was different from ordinary people.

Obviously, Dazai Osamu knew that there was a part of him that desperately longed for darkness...

For a while, Osamu Dazai has been thinking about life and death. He sincerely believes that his life is worthless and has no nostalgia for the world. He just wants to walk on the edge of death and feel like a gift from God. Only in this way can he feel that he has some passion to live.

"Hey!"

"Kid! Why don't you explain it to me!!"

Fukuchi Yingchi's tone was urgent. He didn't know how to explain to his friend, was he pursuing more powerful power? Or is there anything I have to do?

No matter which one he spoke about, it would make Fukuzawa Yukichi even more angry, so he could only keep silent and pretend to be vague.

"Dazai...do you know something?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi took a deep breath, and finally let go of Fukuchi Sakura Chi, and turned the conversation to Dazai Osamu. After all, he was the one who started the topic.

Although he was angry at his friend's decision, Fukuzawa Yukichi had not let his anger go to his head.

"This... I have to ask those corrupt Japanese high-level officials."

Osamu Dazai always says things that have unclear and specious meanings, so he is considered a weirdo by everyone, but he actually doesn't care.

After all, to him, most things in this world are rotten...

Fukuzawa Yukichi's always cold expression became more serious, from the kind of expression that would make children stay away when they saw him, to the kind of seriousness that would make children cry whenever they saw him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi went through all the information in his mind, and then slowly spoke:

"Is it because of the war?"

No one responded, but Fukuzawa Yukichi already knew the truth, so he fell silent and felt a little depressed.

If it was for this reason, then what qualifications did he have to accuse Fudi Ying Chi? Didn't his own hands get stained with blood because of this?

"Let's go to the next place."

"what?"

"Go to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a little confused, but neither he nor Fukuchi Sakurachi asked anymore. Now they believed in Dazai Osamu's ability.

But none of them noticed that Osamu Dazai took another document bag.

…………

Da da da--

Dazai Osamu quickly manipulated the buttons of the handheld device to defeat all the enemies, his movements were skillful and elegant.

Only Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that he looked like an ordinary child. Dazai Osamu's pupils were kite-colored, which is a very gentle color and matched Dazai Osamu's soft and almost delicate facial features. However, after many years of sword fighting The feeling of licking blood told Fukuzawa Yukichi that this child was not simple. A fifteen-year-old boy should not have such eyes.

He has a sense of delicacy of a down-and-out Chinese, but also a sense of fearlessness of a wanderer. In fact, he should be more like an exquisite doll stored high up...

"Did you get any information?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly came back to his senses:

"Well, they said there was no evidence at all and the surveillance was normal."

"Well - it seems that it was done by a person with super powers. We are in trouble -"

As Dazai Osamu murmured, the sound of game completion sounded. He put the handheld device back in his left pocket, then took out his cell phone from his right pocket and made a call.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Dazai Osamu counted to three silently in his mind, and the call happened to be picked up.

"What's the matter?"

The interrogative sentence was forced to be said as an affirmative sentence, which was very consistent with the guardian's style.

"There is absolutely no evidence, and it was erased by someone. This level of erasure is not something that humans can do. It is definitely a supernatural thing."

Holding the pen in his bony hand, he wrote a series of smooth words on the document. When he heard Dazai Osamu's answer, he stopped writing, and the tip of the pen dropped an ink dot on the paper. He thought briefly before continuing to correct the next document. , said to Dazai Osamu on the other end of the phone:

"Then you should come back first. I think this matter will be over soon."

After Meng Shuxu finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly. Dazai Osamu was speechless when he heard the busy signal from the phone.

After all, shouldn’t we just use him for fishing?

He looked up at the car window in front of him, and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind:

If something hits the car window and shatters the flat mirror, the scattered fragments should fly in a parabola. Then these sharp fragments in mid-air should easily scratch the carotid artery, right?

boom--

That's the sound of bullets coming out of the barrel

Hua Hua Hua——

The car window really exploded as Dazai Osamu wished. Unfortunately, the scattered fragments still did not pierce his carotid artery. He was finally pulled out by Fukuzawa Yukichi. The fragments only scratched him unwillingly. Exposed skin.

"There is an enemy attack——"

Everyone around them was instantly on guard, and the Sakura Chi of Fukuchi who had just disappeared suddenly appeared and attacked in the direction of the bullet.

Dazai Osamu sighed dissatisfiedly again. He had clearly given those idiots a chance, so why did it end up like this?