Tu Pi said that he was really not a bomber

"Don't make fun of me, Mr. Dazai." Dabi looked indifferent, and he looked away from Dazai, "If there is anything you need me to do, please speak up."

"Okay, okay," Osamu Dazai made a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "What I just said is just one of the reasons. If you want to suppress the aftermath of this incident on the hero side, Andawa is a big trouble."

"Ah, that guy is just stubborn." Dabi nodded.

"I will take you with me to the next negotiation. I believe that your face will definitely attract his attention."

"Okay," Dabi stood up and said, "Then I'll go directly to Dr. Yoshino."

"Well, let's go," Osamu Dazai nodded and said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will take you to the Supernatural Secret Service Section to ask Ango to change the information."

"..." After Dubi entered the medical room, Ye Guang raised his hand and asked, "Did I just know something that I shouldn't know?"

"It's okay," Oda Sakunosuke said, "You won't be able to leave Yokohama anyway, so don't be afraid of being silenced."

"……Fine."

The magician twitched his lips.

……

"You, you," said Yosano Akiko familiarly, "I really don't understand you, you have to wait until that bastard Dazai says that it will be beneficial to cure you before you are willing to cure him..."

"Hey, let me say, don't you feel pain, Firefly?"

Yosano Akiko is holding a scalpel, and the metal butterfly headdress seems to be flying lightly.

Doesn't it hurt?

Of course...it hurts.

Apart from the stitched wounds, the remaining scars from the old personality training days have never healed.

"If it doesn't hurt," Dabi said, "it's meaningless."

Only when the pain fell on Touya's body, could he truly realize one thing.

He is...alive.

He has protected mom and younger siblings.

"Lie down," Yosano Akiko sterilized the surgical instruments, "I have to remove the artificial leather and iron nails from your body before using [Don't Die]."

"It's general anesthesia, get a good night's sleep, Yingying."

Dabi remained silent and closed her eyes obediently.

Yosano Akiko put on the hat and mask, fastened the surgical gown, and skillfully took off the clothes on the black-haired man, exposing those hideous scars and skin of different shades to the light from above the operating table.

First the thighs, then the arms, then the face, the back... The abdomen should be taken last, as it is too soft and closest to the internal organs.

The iron nails that were removed were stained with blood, and the tips were still solidified with rust.

The artificial leather that was torn off had long been stuck together with other parts of the skin, bloody and indistinguishable from each other.

There was a strong smell of rust in the air.

"【If you die, don't be with me】."

When the strength of the anesthetic gradually faded and Dabi opened his eyes again, the red hair of Oda Sakunosuke came into view.

"Wake up." Oda Sakunosuke said with concern: "It's almost time for the anesthetic, see if you can move, Dabi..."

"Firefly." Tomoya rarely interrupted him, showing a relieved expression, "Call me Hotaru, Oda... Zuo."

Tomoya felt the comfort and relaxation he had never had before, maybe he had it when he was young, but he couldn't remember it.

Tomoya sat up, Oda Sakunosuke was a little worried, so he held his arm slightly.

Hong Dengshi stretched out his five fingers, then clenched them, stretched them out, and clenched them again.

"Oda Tsukuru," he looked up, smiling lightly, but his blue eyes were frighteningly bright, "I can draw for a long time in the future! My hands won't hurt after drawing for a long time!"

"Hmm..." Oda Sakunosuke thought about it seriously, and then seriously replied: "If you paint for too long, your wrists should still be sore. Take care of yourself, Hotaru."

"Well, I see."

"You're handsome, Hotaru," Dazai Osamu who was leaning against the door frame praised without hesitation, "It looks like your mother must be a beauty."

"Really," Tomoya smiled, with a sense of self-deprecation, "I am indeed more like my mother, and I don't look like that man at all, and this is something I am always grateful for."

The black-haired man was sitting on the bed in the lounge, his eyes under the sword eyebrows were blue, just like the sea of ​​Naples.

Hongdengya is very handsome, so handsome that he won't be easily wiped out in the crowd.

His appearance tends to be neutral. His long eyelashes are curled up and curved into a crescent moon. If he smiles, he must be very soft. It is the kind of smile that can be known to be very gentle at a glance, just like the tender buds drawn out in early spring.

But Totoya doesn't smile often, he always purses his lips, occasionally frowns, and is usually reticent.

His eyes were sharp and cold.

It may be because Totoya has been living in the suffocating depths of the deep sea in the past, he himself has become so gloomy and indifferent. This unique feeling forcibly separates Totoya from that gentleness The image of him is split in the eyes of ordinary people.

He seems to do the slight curling of the corners of his mouth when he is laughing at himself. Coupled with the punk outfit Totoya is wearing at this time, he is a rebellious boy, the lead singer of a rock band, a street gangster... Whatever you think, it seems to have something similar, But it still doesn't feel like it, as if there is something missing in these guesses, and it can't be compared with this man.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Hotaru," Yosano Akiko walked in, with her arms folded, just standing there, with an unreasonable arrogance and glamorousness, "Now you are more handsome than that handsome red-and-white-headed guy on TV A lot, but it's kind of like..."

"Okay, okay!" Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Odasaku and Hotaru are still going home to prepare dinner, and Kosuke should be back in the afternoon, right, Odasaku?"

"Well," the red-haired young man nodded, "It's rare to see a [-]% discount in the supermarket today, so let's go first?"

"Go," Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "I will help you to tell the president."

"Thank you," Tomoya said before leaving, "No matter what the reason is, I am very grateful to you, Dr. Yosano."

"It's okay," Yosano Akiko waved her hand proudly, with beautiful purple eye makeup, "as long as you don't get injured like Xingsuke, you must respect the fruits of the doctor's labor!"

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai pretended to be sad, "Akiko hurt me like this..."

"You also know that you don't respect the fruits of my labor?!" The woman's angry voice became blurred the moment Hongdengya closed the door.

……so good.

Tomoya thought so.

"Let's buy some green beans and bell peppers, and have curry rice tonight, Odasaku."

He spoke with a rare smile in his voice.

The sunlight penetrated through the green branches on the treetops, creating layers of blurred halos on the ground, which also reflected on the black-haired man's hair, refracting white soft light.

The young man took a step from the shadows, and there was a "click", which was the cheer of the heels falling on the sun.

"Fry another takoyaki, the children will love it."

……

"...Teacher Dabi?"

Editor Takahashi stared blankly at the handsome black-haired man in front of him, and made a voice full of uncertainty.

"Well, it's me," Tomoya nodded, turning sideways to let him in, "I went for plastic surgery, but I don't think it's important."

"……Oh."

Edit Takahashi is a bit silly.

This stupidity lasted until he read the new manuscript.

"Great! Teacher!" Editor Takahashi smiled from the bottom of his heart, "So you went for treatment, I'm really sorry, I was short-sighted just now. Now you use the pen much more smoothly, and the picture is more natural ……That's great!"

"Yes," the black-haired man said, "That's it, so I drew a few large color pictures yesterday, maybe you can take them too."

Editor Takahashi looked at him with a moved face.

Meeting such a hard-working cartoonist... as an editor, I have no regrets!

"Then are you free in the afternoon? There is an investor's son who wants to invite some cartoonists to dinner."

"No," Tomoya gave an unassailable reason, "I'm going to the Household Registration Division to register to change my photo."

"Okay, Teacher Dabi."

Editor Takahashi looked at the man in front of him who was not an exaggeration to say that he was a star, and secretly compared it with the punk-style teacher Dabi he had seen before, and felt that the reason was very strong.

……

Ability Secret Service Division.

"Mr. Yingying, are you sure you want to do this?" Ango Sakaguchi adjusted his glasses and said, "I'm not saying it's not good to do so. Of course we welcome you, but I'm just worried that you may regret it in the future."

At this time, Dazai Osamu was negotiating with the Chief Farmer about the content of the afternoon meeting, and Ango Sakaguchi went to the Family Registration Division with Todoya alone.

"No, that's fine." The black-haired man shook his head with a cold expression.

The pad of the index finger of Hongdengya subconsciously stroked the smooth skin at the Laogong acupoint, where the iron nails were originally sutured.

"I... don't owe him anything."

Youth is like whispering in a dream.

"what?"

Sakaguchi Ango said hesitantly.

"I mean, if I expect him to be greatly affected, I think it's a dream." Tomoya said with a gloomy expression, "He didn't even buy me an empty tomb."

"Okay... okay, since you have made up your mind, let's follow Dazai's instructions."

"That's right, Mr. Sakaguchi."

"what happened?"

"Has the human trafficking group been caught?" The black-haired man followed Ango Sakaguchi, "I heard that you seemed to be busy with this when I invited you to the dinner."

"Not yet," Sakaguchi Ango sighed, "Because the victims are not locals, Yokohama is at best a transit point, and the higher authorities don't pay much attention to this matter, so I have many other jobs, so I can't keep an eye on it." So... the evidence brought back by Kosuke also needs to be handled by me personally, hey, there are a lot of things... Ying-kun, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing."

Hong Dengya thought about the content of the email that Hong Dongmei sent him—it was too long to fit in the text message, and it said that Xia Xiong and his classmates planned to go to Yokohama with a travel agency during the holidays.

It seemed that he had to watch in the dark.