Mr. Hat who was forced to lose his memory

Without Shuji Tsushima's trouble, Chuya Nakahara finally finished his self-introduction smoothly, and finally bowed seriously and sincerely.

The man in the suit said that it's okay, as long as you're fine, he faltered a few times when he was asked his name, and kept looking at the silent black-haired boy, as if asking for advice in private.

So Shuji Tsushima answered the question for him listlessly: "My name is Mitsutada Tsushima, you can call him whatever you want."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, whose surname was tragically changed and given the status of an older brother, nodded with a kind smile.

"How can I do that?" Zhongya Nakahara is essentially a good boy who respects others, except for Shuji Tsushima's low-mouthed guy who needs to be beaten, "I'll call you Brother Mitsutada."

In the face of this good family man who cooks first-class, Nakahara Chuya has a high degree of favorability.

Seeing that the master didn't object, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong also nodded: "It's all right."

For their Sword Fusangshen, the master's order is everything.Since the master asked him to play the role of "Brother Tsushima" during this time, he will definitely do it perfectly.

During the time when he came out from home to visit outside, Shuji Tsushima gave Nakahara Nakaya a brief science popularization.

This is a place abandoned by the world.

This place is mysterious and isolated from the world. To the outside world, no one knows how the residents living here live, what education they receive, or what they believe in.Not only that, garbage, weapons, corpses, babies... anything that this world discards, the residents here will accept it all.

——"We don't deny anything, but don't try to take anything away from us."

Such a mysterious place is called by the outside world——

Meteor Street.

Standing on a high place and looking at the mountains of garbage in the distance, Zhongyuan Zhong also complained: "It's just a large-scale waste recycling and treatment plant."

"Well, you're right if you want to say that." Shuji Tsushima stood beside him, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, with a flat expression, "Here, weak people will only be treated as waste, and in the end People who can go out of here to the outside world..." He thought for a while, and used a game term, "...all are fighters among the strong."

Although these words are cold and heartless, they are also true.The further you go to the periphery, the more chaotic and dirty the order becomes.

People here will fight for a piece of moldy expired bread, and in the end one party will kill the other, and the winner will hold the piece of moldy bread triumphantly while dragging his scarred body, but will die in the next second. Was attacked by a villain who appeared out of nowhere, and stabbed through the heart with a knife, with a typical praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles behind.

There is only the pure law of the jungle here, the law has no effect here, morality is the most ridiculous thing, and only strength is everything.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist silently.

He is not a fool, since he met those monsters in the Dark Continent, he has already realized that this cannot be the original world, and when he thinks about being pushed into the gate of hell, he can easily figure out That kind of conclusion—

He crossed.

After the observation just now, Nakahara also noticed that Shuji Tsushima’s home is located in the center of Meteor Street. Unlike the chaos and filth in the fringe area, the environment in the center area is clean and tidy, and there is no phenomenon of fighting to death for a piece of bread. Limbs and broken arms are everywhere.

This also indirectly shows the unusual identity of Shuji Tsushima who lives in that kind of place.

Although in just a few hours, that person's performance made me want to beat him countless times, and his tone was lazy and not serious, but the aura that belonged to the superior person and the gloomy indifference in his eyes But will not lie.

Even talking about blood and death just now is as dull as talking about what to eat tonight.

Shuji Tsushima would not have any sympathy for the tragedies in the world. Even if someone died in front of him, I am afraid he would only find it troublesome to get blood on his clothes and avoid it.

However, why—

Would this kind of person without empathy and emotion be willing to save him in that dangerous continent, and give him fresh food that is absolutely the most precious in this kind of place?

"Hey, you—" Zhong Yuanzhong also thought so in his heart, and asked naturally, "Why did you save me? Or... What is your purpose in saving me?"

"Chu also completely described me as someone with ulterior motives. It's really sad."

Having said that, Shuji Tsushima's face did not show any sadness.He stepped briskly on a huge rock, his long black clothes fluttering in the wind, he ignored the nameless corpse lying under the rock, the blood had dried up and faded to brown, emitting bursts of unpleasant smell, attracting black people The hairy boy frowned.

"It stinks, let's get out of here quickly, Zhongya—"

"Answer my question first!"

So Shuji Tsushima was silent. When he was not smiling, he seemed to be bored and uninterested in everything in this world. No one knew what kind of black mud and filth was hidden under that handsome skin.

"Does it matter?"

The black-haired boy looked down at the red-haired boy. He was already a head taller than Zhongyuan Zhongye, but now he was standing on the rock, so Zhongyuan Zhongye had to raise his head to see his expression.

"If I have to give a reason, it's very simple, I want you to be my dog ​​alone, that's all."

Shuji Tsushima spoke softly as if talking to himself, and jumped off the rock deftly, the hem of his long coat raised like black waves.

It's so weird.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought in his heart, this is really very wrong.It's the first time he and Shuji Tsushima met, but the other party's attitude and tone are too familiar, that person's obsession with wanting him to be his dog is too deep and natural, just like...

"Tsushima," Nakahara Chuya said in a calm but indisputable tone, cobalt blue pupils flickering with an unknown light.

——"We used to know each other, didn't we?"

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As night fell, the two teenagers who had been outside for a whole day finally returned home.Candlestick Qie Guangzhong had already prepared the meal in time, and the fragrance was overflowing, which made the index finger move.

There was a strange child in the living room. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt and black shorts, and his silver hair was curled up.Hearing the movement at the door, the child's eyes lit up, and he said enthusiastically, "You're back, second brother!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked suspiciously: "Who is this child?"

Shuji Tsushima changed his shoes at the entrance, and replied without raising his head: "Tsushima Hotaru, my brother, it's best not to treat him as an ordinary child."

"Really..." Chuya Nakahara said dryly, this child named Tsushima Hotaru looked nothing like Shuji Tsushima from the outside, but he didn't say this out of his mouth.

"Hello, I'm Zhongya Zhongyuan, please give me more advice—"

"I heard from my elder brother!" Hotaru's light green eyes were shining brightly, standing in front of Chuya Nakahara, his head only reached his chest.He unabashedly looked at this boy with red hair who appeared to be his second brother but was actually brought back by his master curiously. He didn't look away until Shuji Tsushima patted his head.

"How's the situation outside?" Shuji Tsushima asked seemingly casually.

"It's just a bunch of chickens, and the knife I brought to me is not good enough to cut vegetables." Yingwan looked innocent and soft, but what he said was not the cruel content that ordinary children would say.It was only then that Nakahara Nakaya noticed that there was a knife hanging behind his back. Judging from its length, it should be a relatively rare type of Odachi, which formed a sharp contrast with the child's short height.

Including Mitsutada Tsushima in the kitchen, they all have swords on their bodies. Is this house actually a samurai house?Zhong Yuanzhong was also thinking in his heart.

But he didn't see Shuji Tsushima's own sword.

After dinner, Nakahara also borrowed the bathroom to take a shower.Amidst the sound of splashing water, rising steam enveloped the space.

In the slums of Meteor Street, not only fresh food, but also clean water is a precious resource.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered a sentence he read in a book a long time ago, the rich wine and meat stinks, and the road is frozen to death.

Although this kind of statement is really inappropriate for the Tsushima family, and he is enjoying the benefits of the Tsushima family at the moment, but after seeing the difficult living plight of people outside, this feeling becomes stronger.

Although I know that in this kind of place, kindness is the most ridiculous and cheapest thing.

After all, Nakahara Chuya has lived in a modern peaceful society for several years. His adoptive father, Honda Ju, educated him very well. Many traditional concepts cannot be completely changed by changing places.Besides, he had to find a way to return to the original world earlier.

Finding himself missing, Honda Chrysanthemum must be very anxious.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed a little shower gel, made it into foam and applied it on his body.The shower gel was lemon-scented, which smelled very good. Nakahara Nakaya had smelled this smell on Shuji Tsushima when he was out in the daytime when he was so angry that he grabbed Shuji Tsushima's collar.

As for why he was so angry that he was grabbed by the collar... it wasn't because Shuji Tsushima said something that made him angry in an exaggerated tone.

——"How is it possible, how could I have known a little slug like you before, it's too scary."

——"Not only short but also short-tempered, no one wants to be your friend."

——"Then I have no choice but to be your master reluctantly. As my dog, you have to be obedient and listen to the master at any time."

Look, does this speak human language?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Zhongyuan Zhong also angrily washed off the foam on his body with the shower. After wiping his whole body with a towel, he discovered an embarrassing thing——

His own clothes are only the same set he was wearing before, and that set of clothes has been thrown into the laundry basket long before he took a bath and was washed by Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, and it is hanging on the balcony to dry, dripping wet Drops of water.

In other words, he had no new change of clothes to wear.

After Nakahara was silent for a while, the fact that he had to turn to that nasty guy for help made him sick for a while, and then he shouted aggrievedly to the air outside the bathroom door: "Tsushima! Do you have any spare time?" Can you lend me some clean clothes?"

"Yes--no-yes--" Soon, Shuji Tsushima's muffled voice came through the door, "And how could the little dwarf be able to wear my clothes? Why don't you just come out naked?" , don't be shy, I won't laugh at you—"

"Bastard!" Nakahara also scolded. Naturally, he couldn't really listen to what Shuji Tsushima said and come out naked. He never believed what came out of that person's mouth. The so-called won't laugh at him for sure It's bullshit.

So Zhong Yuanzhong also decisively changed the person for help: "Brother Guangzhong! Brother Guangzhong! Do you have any extra clean clothes?"

After a while, the voice of Candlestick Qie Guangzhong came from behind the door panel: "Yes, I have already placed it outside the door."

"Thank you." Zhong Yuanzhong also thanked, opened the bathroom door a crack and looked out, there was a set of clean clothes folded outside, he stretched out his hand, and took the clothes over.

Brother Tsushima Mitsumada is really a good person, how could there be such a hateful younger brother as Shuji Tsushima?Together with Tsushima Hotaru who is the younger brother, it is not so bad.

Zhongyuan, who was muttering in his heart, would naturally not know what was happening in the living room at the moment. Hotaru sat on the sofa dangling his legs and looked at the opposite master who seemed to be addicted to playing games. He couldn't help but whispered to the candlestick next to him, Mitsutada: " Candlestick cut, the master has already prepared suitable clothes, why did you lie to him that he didn't prepare, and you still have to deliver the clothes in the end?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong smiled kindly, and also replied in a low voice: "That's not what we should care about."

The author has something to say: There are a lot of private settings about Meteor Street, if there is any plot that does not conform to the original work, just treat it as my private setting... Don't pay attention to these details.

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2.

Osamu Dazai was very depressed. After working hard for so many years in Hong Kong, he finally took a leap of faith. He thought it would solve all his worries, but he failed to commit suicide.

The little fox said: "No, you did succeed in suicide, but your soul was left here by us. Your aptitude is the best among all the god judges we have seen. How about it? Do you want to sign a contract with us? "

Osamu Dazai: "Are there any benefits?"

Little Fox: "Five social insurances and one housing fund, food and housing included, and a group of swordsmen and gods to escort you, as well as paid annual leave, how about it, is it attractive enough?"

Dazai chuckled and made an "eight" sign: "When I was a cadre, my monthly salary was this amount."

Little Fox:"?"

Dazai: "I won't talk about my salary when I become a leader. My food, clothing, housing and transportation are all top-notch services than nobles."

Little Fox:"??"

Dazai: "The most important thing is that I also have a dog that is as powerful as the entire gang in Hong Kong, and it only obeys me. So, why do you think that the conditions you offer can attract me?"

Little Fox:"???"

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Thank you little angel dove for mine~