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"...As we all know, since the massive bombing in Yokohama 15 years ago, this city shrouded in darkness has somehow been shrouded in mystery overnight."

"They never leave here, and foreigners are not welcome to stay here. The reporter once saw a very interesting message on Twitter..."

"There are only two kinds of people who can survive in Yokohama, either they are angels or they are demons."

"It's a very interesting statement. I wonder if the people in this mysterious city are also as funny?"

"Now, Kyoko Fujiwara, our reporter, has arrived here safely with curiosity about this city. It's really a beautiful city. I can almost see the coastline connecting the distant sky and Tokyo Bay. It's so beautiful!"

"Well, I don't know if I can meet my Mr.right on Margota Street like the beautiful princess in Roman Holiday..."

"Wow, hurry up! Let's turn the camera around, that building is really tall! Is it 100 meters?! What did I see, there is a security guard at the door? So is this a private residence? Oh my god! Let Let's hurry up and take a look!"

The excited woman didn't notice that when she ran carelessly towards the tall buildings in the distance with the microphone in hand, the people who were already eager to surround her showed a frightened expression, and immediately moved like birds and beasts. coaxed away.

"Heh, a bold foreigner." The short white-haired boy leaned against the corner of Yokohama's criss-crossing wall and laughed.He looked like a teenager, thin and tall, like a malnourished hemp stalk.However, even if the clothes on his body were torn and stained with blood, no one dared to look down on him—because he was Atsushi Nakajima, the white god of death of the port mafia.

Therefore, even if there were a group of people behind him watching him tremblingly, no one dared to step forward to help him or help him deal with it.

The last subordinate who dared to make such a claim was sent to the interrogation room himself, no, maybe it was an urn!

However, not without exceptions—

"Mr. Nakajima..."

A timid voice came from Atsushi Nakajima's mobile phone, and the subordinates who were following carefully looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The White Grim Reaper paused slightly, for some reason they felt a little guilty from the action of Mr. Nakajima taking out his phone slowly...?

is that a lie? !

On the lit phone, a pale grimace like Sadako was pressed against the screen, and a pair of blood-red eyes that were not like ordinary people looked straight at him, as if accusing... But when he pretended seriously After Tsukuru was about to meet her eyes, the phone suddenly made a whining sound, and a snowflake flashed across. Only by careful observation could one find a pointy fingernail on the edge of the phone.

The indifferent and withdrawn white Grim Reaper was almost amused by her. The bad nature of human nature made him unable to resist reaching out and tapping on the tips of the blue-black nails, until the back of the mobile phone he bought with a month's salary became hot. When he saw that he was good, he took back his hand.

... Mr. Dazai must have no good fruit if he finds out!

Atsushi Nakajima held the phone in his hand as if nothing had happened, felt the injury on his body, and took a few steps forward.Then, the tail-like tuxedo tail behind him was gently grabbed.

Atsushi Nakajima turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a pair of outstretched hands coming out of the ground, and the long and curly hair like seaweed was spread on the ground. If it was an ordinary person, he would probably roll his eyes immediately when he was frightened by this scene.

However, his eyes fell on the girl, no, the female ghost only dared to carefully pinch his hand with some clothes, and she stammered "Shou, I'm injured, I need to be treated, I can, I can help At the words, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed after a long while, squatting down in self-defeating manner.

"Let me tell you first, I am because of Mr. Dazai, not because of you! Besides, I am just curious about your supernatural ability. I don't know why Mr. Dazai values ​​​​a useless supernatural ability like yours!" He explained. He opened his clothes, turned his face away, and said awkwardly.

Huazhi didn't care about it, nodded quickly, climbed out from the ground, and knelt down in front of him.

She seemed afraid to get close to people, trembling when she reached out to him, Atsushi Nakajima did not lie, he joined Hong Kong Black for three months, and did the task recklessly for three months before he climbed to this " Dazai-san's "sharp blade" status... what I despise the most is a weak and worthless person like the girl in front of me.

Because such a person, in Yokohama, cannot survive in the Mafia.

He understands the despair of death better than anyone else, and he absolutely does not want to fight against the god of death, let alone get involved with anyone related to death.

Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima forced himself to be hard-hearted, put away excess sympathy and curiosity, and turned his face away from looking at her.

His left arm was the most severely injured, hanging by his side, and the entire arm had been dislocated.However, when the girl gently held his hand, the pain-numbed arm regained its intuition almost instantly. Atsushi Nakajima turned his face abruptly and rolled up his blood-stained sleeve. It's the same as pressing a button to restore the factory settings!

He quickly checked the other wounds, and all the serious ones had disappeared, leaving only some simple skin wounds.Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl, but saw that she seemed to be sweating on her forehead, and her body was one step faster than her brain. He blocked the sight of his subordinates who were not far behind him, and held down the girl's hand. neck, motioned her not to speak, and directly pushed her left arm away with one hand.

It was almost the same as the injury on his left arm!

"What kind of ability are you?! No, what kind of ghost are you?" Isn't it related to ghost transformation? !When will ghosts be able to serve as angels and Jesus to save sentient beings? !

Huazhi blinked, seemed very embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "It's a ghost for the dead. I, I can only do this. I can't make you fully recover. It's because I'm not good at learning..."

Atsushi Nakajima was silent for a moment and asked three questions.

"Does it hurt?"

"Can the dead ghost even replace death?"

"Does Mr. Dazai know?"

His heart was beating wildly, and he didn't know which answer he wanted to hear from Huazhi more.

The person being asked was not nervous at all. He exchanged glances with him, and then lowered his head like a frightened little rabbit.She withdrew her supernatural powers, and slowly faded off her ghostly attire, revealing her original appearance, and then smiled gently and cautiously.

"I don't hurt."

"Not for now."

"I will not hide anything from Dazai-san."

I don't know why his face became hot, Atsushi Nakajima coughed in a low voice, and whispered in her ear: "Thank you. Don't tell others about this, your ability can only become a ghost to scare you." Does anyone know, kid!"

Onizuka Hanae raised her head to look at him, and suddenly remembered what Mr. Dazai once said about Mr. Nakajima in front of her.

【Dun-jun, it’s the mafia who will help the old lady cross the road just like He Zhongya~】

His eyes are beautiful golden, just like his supernatural ability, they will turn into vertical pupils when fighting, showing the cruelty and violence of carnivorous animals like tigers.

Onitsuka Hanae was a little scared at one time, but now, she is no longer afraid at all.

"Mr. Nakajima, thank you." She said seriously.

Atsushi Nakajima was confused: "???"

"Thank you for letting me heal your wounds." She said seriously, the pain in her arm was far less than the happiness in her heart.

If you can't help others, then you don't even have the value of being in this society.She was not healing Mr. Nakajima, she was just pitying, hugging, and kissing the once incompetent and weak self.

She actually knew that with Mr. Nakajima's self-healing ability, she didn't need to do anything extra, but she just took advantage of Mr. Nakajima's kindness so despicably, and greedily stretched out her desire for every light that had given mercy to her. hands.

Onitsuka Hanae is an evil ghost who makes a living out of love.

Atsushi Nakajima waited patiently for her to continue explaining, but after she said a bewildering thank you, she fell silent again.

The white-haired Reaper scratched his hair in distress, and sighed, "Would you like to try sitting on a tiger?"

Onitsuka Hanae was stunned for a moment, then felt a light bump on her waist, leaned back, and then lay down on the furry back.

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Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the subordinate who was also stunned behind him, couldn't help sharpening his claws, and arched his back directly. When the flower branch was slightly flying, his tail hooked her waist, and he bent down meekly, letting The girl sat sideways on his back, grabbed the ground with her limbs, and rode away.

He ran across the streets, shops, fountains in the sun, and arch bridges across the river...

He raised his head to look at the girl, with long golden pink hair slightly curly, wearing a beautiful skirt, very much like the expensive Barbie dolls in the store that Atsushi Nakajima saw when he was wandering...

[There are only two kinds of people who can survive in Yokohama, either they are angels or they are demons. 】

An idea came to his mind, maybe the female reporter was right.