Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Three days later, when Wanyin Jiaye arrived in the Ginza district of Tokyo that night, Mr. Dazai was still receiving an injection in the hospital.

She didn't pay much attention to the other party's thoughts, and left alone lightly, which made Mr. Dazai, who was lying on the hospital bed and had to drink medicine, full of resentment.

But about the information about Osamu Dazai's suicide by drinking, basically no one knows. That's what games do.

That day, when Ms. Wanyin was visiting, Mr. Dazai complained about her indifference, and he was heartbroken for her. The 'cold' woman Wanyin Jiaye didn't know that she was like the family members in the next bed. condolences.

"I'm afraid that if you drink it, you will die directly."

In this regard, Miss Wan Yin refused very quickly, even if the other party said that, she didn't care.

"So what's the matter~ I just want to~eat~Kaya~made~love's bento~" Even though the shameless man was wearing a hospital gown, he couldn't tell at all that this was a man with stomach bleeding.

Wan Yinjiaye chuckled, and said coldly: "The food in the hospital is carefully prepared by Mr. Dazai for Mr. Dazai~"

She imitated his speech.

"Ah! Despicable! You can't imitate me, Miss Kaye!" The young man was full of energy.

"Heh!" Wanyin Jiaye is accustomed to his frivolous character: "You live well, please make sure that you are still alive after I return from Tokyo, and it is not Mr. Dazai's funeral that welcomes me."

"Hey~Miss Jia Ye is coming back?"

"...If you don't come back—" That's fine.

"No, no, no! Come back, come back!" Playing a rogue.

Miss Wan Yin couldn't help laughing: "Children, who can say this kind of thing? Forget it, I'll bring you a souvenir!"

Dazai was finally satisfied.

He said goodbye to the black-haired girl and his little Lihua with a smiling face. After Lihua's back was completely out of sight, the black-haired young man in a hospital gown lay on the bed like a fallen puppet.

Compared with his usual complexion, he was obviously paler than usual.

The white color of the ward is like the roses at a funeral. Osamu Dazai never thought about what his funeral should be like, or rather, he didn't want his own funeral at all—

If you die, you have to accept ridicule and intrigue from others. No matter how you think about it, this kind of thing happened next to your own corpse. It is really the worst situation.

He is whiter than paper, delicate and handsome, and has a pitiful posture, not to mention that when he is silent, he is so obedient that it makes people feel distressed.

Suddenly a trace of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth. The young man felt troubled and tired, but obediently pressed the electronic bell to call the medical staff:

"The patient in bed 318 is vomiting blood."

Just as Mr. Dazai didn't know that Manyin Kaye looked at the bustling night scene in Tokyo, looking like a pure and innocent little girl who didn't know the world, Miss Manyin didn't know that Dazai Osamu looked like a ghost.

As early as a hundred years ago, she had experienced the so-called "Taisho Romance" in the past, and after a hundred years, she was still attracted by the night scene here... Eh, strange, why did she say the night scene.

When the car didn't enter the city center, it was still speeding, and Miss Wan Yin stretched out half of her body, holding her flying hair, feeling the cold wind brushing her cheeks, and the happiness that rushed into her mouth.

In the eyes of the young man sitting next to her, it is naturally another beautiful scene.

As the speed of the car slowed down, Wan Yinjiaye's mood gradually calmed down, but generally speaking, she was still very happy.

"I didn't expect that this place is still so beautiful. There are people coming and going." She pulled the broken hair around her ear, revealing a pink ear, and her bright black eyes were filled with diamonds.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know the secret about Miss Wan Yin's life for hundreds of years, and he didn't think about the other party's 'immortality' ability.

It was supposed to arrive at the destination, and Zhong Yuanzhong was about to put Miss Wan Yin and her luggage at the destination, but suddenly there was a point... why would he think so?

"Did Miss Wan Yin live here before?" He asked.

Miss Wan Yin nodded: "It's an izakaya... Now, the shop is still there."

"Really? This is where Miss Wan Yin is going?"

"Well, Mr. Nakaya, can I find a map on my phone, and I'll show you."

She didn't directly say that she wanted to use the other party's phone, but she said this directly considering the nature of the other party's work.

Central China also transferred to the page with the map and handed it over.

His eyes followed the girl's white and tender fingertips, which were painted with bright red nail polish. He had also seen Miss Hongye's nails, which were the same as this one.

"Look, it's here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard her say, so he quickly turned his attention away and put it on the phone screen, but he frowned because of it.

Wanyin Jiaye naturally noticed that she was keenly aware of what was in it: "What's wrong?"

The organizers of [Special Anti-Missiles for Ability Users] used to haunt this tavern. The Hong Kong black cadre had originally made this tavern a key investigation target, trying to catch the other party's tail at an absolute speed.

In fact, according to normal times, the Central Plains may not take this place into consideration.

"It's nothing." He said, but in the eyes of Wanyin Jiaye, this is not the appearance of 'nothing' at all.

"Is this your shop?" he continued to ask.

Wan Yinjiaye handed him the mobile phone, the joy on the brows had gradually disappeared, and turned into a kind of vigilance: "No, it used to be."

"how long ago?"

The black-haired young woman raised her eyes, her black eyes were no different from Osamu Dazai's. For a moment, Nakahara thought he saw that guy again, but his eyes flickered, and he could only sigh, "Things of a kind gather and people are divided into groups" .

"A hundred years ago."

Nakahara also responded to this answer, "A joke?"

"You look serious, but you don't seem to think this is a joke."

"..."

"..."

There seemed to be an impasse between them over something out of their control.

"Head!" The driver suddenly yelled strangely.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhong Yuanzhong also had to withdraw from the strange atmosphere and asked.

The man in charge of the 'driver' held the steering wheel: "The car's brakes failed, the steering wheel failed, if this continues—"

"Tsk, you're here now??" The pitch-black little dwarf finally revealed his true nature, and Hailan's eyes flashed a bit of cruelty: "Jump!"

He didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and directly grabbed Wanyin Jiaye's forearm, just like he did before, "Hold your head, come with me—"

After pressing the window button twice to no avail, this young man with excellent motor nerves and flexibility: "This is also under control?! Did you check it before departure?"

He protected his hat with one hand, and held Wanyin Jiaye with the other. With a snap of his elbow, the car window covered with reflective film shattered.

This process takes no more than five seconds.The three of them rolled out of the car almost in embarrassment. On the street in twos and threes, the empty car rampaged like an uncontrolled beast, and finally rushed into a building store and exploded directly.

Wanyin Jiaye also has a new understanding of the work of Mr. Nakahara Chuya: "Wow, it's amazing!"

"Heh, it's really embarrassing to give such a big meeting gift as soon as you come here!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also had a violent temper.

He gripped her arm fiercely, Wanyin Jiaye only kindly reminded her when he judged that the other party might be so angry that he had forgotten his existence: "Well, Mr. Chuya, it seems that your work will be very busy... ... Then I won't bother you?"

The boy with coral hair exhaled, and said in a relatively calm tone: "Well, after I'm done here, let's meet at the tavern you mentioned... You want to go back to Yokohama with me, right? "

"Ah..." Actually, it's not clear, but Miss Wan Yin nodded: "Of course, if I don't go to Yokohama, where else can I go?"

Of course, Yokohama is not the only place she can go.

"Uh..." Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the not-so-good fact that this person, in name——

'Hahaha, isn't it beautiful, this is my wife~~'

Even if he knew it was probably a joke—

"What's the relationship between you and that bastard—no, Dazai?" He asked, blinking his eyes when he asked, and looked away.

Wanyinjiaye was the same as before, as if he didn't realize it: "Temporary 'friend' relationship?"

"Ah... so."

Wanyinjiaye nodded, and said, "Then I'll go first?"

"Ah."

Yokohama some distance from here:

The wind blows and the grass is soft.

The scent is light and the shade flourishes.

The young men in black coats curled up into a small group, squatting on a high slope. If you looked into the distance, you could see tall and short white buildings with pointed peaks, painted under the blue sky like fakes.

His black and soft hair was blown gently by the wind, and it surged up, but the thing standing in front of this handsome young man was nothing else, but a tombstone.

Under the tombstone is a dead man.

"I thought I had found someone who needed my kindness." He said to the monument.

Inside his black overcoat were the bandages wrapped around his wrists and the hospital gown that he hadn't had time to change out of since he sneaked out of the hospital.

"But it's not."

He went on, poking the blades of grass on the ground like a child poking something strange and unusual.

"I hate her, I want to kill her, she should die with me—"

"Well...it's still not quite right, in fact, she is a very ordinary person...I think..."

Mr. Dazai muttered to himself.

"Of course, I am at a disadvantage now—but I am afraid that after domesticating her, she will be the one who suffers—"

Because he knew well that he was such a bad person.

For things like happiness, he is very eager, but once he gets it - he will become less cherished.

"She's just like everyone else, not... much 'special'."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have come to his own conclusion, then took a deep breath, stood up, with the pocket of his black coat in his pocket, suddenly the wind picked up.

The blades of grass were flying, and he looked at the sky, alone.

Mr. Dazai wanted to pick up a kitten, but there was nothing wrong with it, he was just scared.

Fear of being alone.