[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Osamu Dazai.

It's a name I've never heard of and is unfamiliar to me.However, I don’t know why, but this name left a deep impression on me. It’s not because the owner of the name is so weird, but simply because I feel it vaguely—like a gear. something like a button.

I put away the little piece of paper with "Osamu Dazai" written on it, observed it for a while, and folded it again into the shape of a small paper airplane.

In the next few days, Zhong also seemed to be going out to investigate something, so he asked me to stay in [Yang]’s base honestly and not go out, and then disappeared. Even Shirase and Akira had difficulty finding Zhong Also the whereabouts.In the past few days when Zai Zhongye seemed to disappear out of thin air, rumors that "Central Plains Zhong also succumbed to the port mafia" suddenly spread around the base.

Maybe it’s because they take good care of me unabashedly in normal times. During the period when the rumors spread, the members of the [Sheep] who had doubts about my existence showed even more resistance and hostility towards me. .It's probably similar to the feeling of "I guessed right before, but you deliberately poached our corners with ulterior motives".

In this atmosphere of group repulsion, I finally lost my hard-earned food.

Obviously, I am still at the critical moment of growing my body.

Fortunately, at least I still have somewhere to spend the night.Zhong also told me to stay here honestly until he finished dealing with the matter, and I had already promised him that I am not used to backtracking.

But soon, I didn't even have a place to stay temporarily.

late at night.It was a starless night, and there was only a silver moon in the night sky. The moonlight was icy cold, like the brilliance of a knife blade just out of its sheath.

I opened my eyes slightly in such a night.I am at a loss about my identity, origin and past, but in just a few days, I already know my body well. My sleep is terribly shallow, and my subconscious reaction to the outside world has reached the point of severe sensitivity—— — I heard a series of soft, furtive footsteps and breathing, and opened my eyes.

I thought about it, then turned over and jumped out of the window, went up to the dilapidated roof, and listened quietly to the movement from inside.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door being kicked open heavily, followed by a dense burst of shooting, like heavy rain.Such a concentration of bullets was enough to turn the entire room into a hornet's nest full of holes, and dozens of bullets hit the gray window and smashed it to pieces.

I squatted quietly on the roof and smelled the gunpowder smoke coming out of the window.

"With so many bullets, it's impossible to escape completely even if it's hit...she must be dead, right?"

"No, there's no one here! She's already gone!!"

"What, what?! Hey, what are you kidding! Did you tell her secretly, Jing?!"

"I, I didn't, I really didn't!"

"Before this woman came, Mingmingzhong was still fine...she must have betrayed us and defected to the port mafia at the instigation! We must not let her go so easily!"

"That being said, the person is gone now... Wait, she won't run to find Zhongya, right? In case Chuya also knows that we have done this kind of thing—"

"So what if we know? Haven't we already planned it?! Don't waver easily in the things that have been decided! Even if we don't win, we are [sheep] that cannot be underestimated!"

……

After a conversation that was half encouraging, half decisive, the occupants of the room left without even trying to search the room or check out the windows.I listened to the conversation in a leisurely manner, and I almost figured out the ins and outs of the matter—the members of [Sheep] believed the rumors that Zhongyuan Zhongya had defected to the port mafia, and planned to get rid of me, a suspected poacher, Judging from the meaning of what he said just now, it seems that he intends to get rid of Zhong Ye as well.

... Are you serious?

I couldn't help thinking.

Just when I was thinking about how to find Nakaya and tell him about this, my body tensed up unexpectedly, and I made an amazing reaction in less than [-] seconds—by Therefore, I once again confirmed that I seem to have an innate or tried-and-tested sensitivity to the dangers lurking in the dark.

I jumped off the roof sideways, and at the moment when I turned around, a bullet came from the window of a distant building, and flew straight past my shoulder.

There are snipers lurking around here.My brain just made this judgment, and then quickly locked the sniper's position along the bullet's shooting track. At the same time, I calmly and quickly adjusted the angle at the same time as my body jumped off the roof. The gun fired two bullets at the sniper's position.

The bullet sank into the narrow window, and there seemed to be some subtle movements coming from inside, but I'm not sure whether it hit the opponent.I lowered my body and hid in a corner that was inconvenient to be observed by snipers, so I decided to go there to check.

The result is positive.

One of the two bullets fired hit the sniper in the shoulder.The injury wasn't serious, just a minor one, and didn't even bleed much, but the other party was still lying on the ground without making a sound, and didn't even have the slightest intention of running away or fighting when he saw me coming, as if he couldn't move his whole body.

I felt a little strange, so I reached out and turned over his body, and then my pupils shrank—the sniper was strapped with a bundle of explosives on his chest.

As the explosive's timing device gradually returned to zero, the sniper's face unexpectedly showed a relaxed and amnestied expression, but even so, the muscles on his face still trembled slightly as if he was afraid of something.

He grabbed my wrist, stared straight at the air with both eyes, and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's just as the lord expected—"

I was a little puzzled, but I didn't have time to think about it, so I could only shake off his hand and avoid the explosion that was right in front of me.

I slid quickly to the narrow doorway, hiding myself under the wall to the left of the doorway, avoiding the blast and flying debris.However, beyond my expectation, with such a short distance and a considerable amount of explosives, the power of the explosion is completely different from what I imagined, as if some kind of tampering was specially made...

I quickly realized that something was done to me.After the explosion, a white mist-like gas quickly filled the nearly closed room and narrow corridors. Hypnotic gas, anesthetics, or other toxic gases rushed in with acrid and pungent smells. My nose and lungs, I realized something was wrong, I could only pull up my collar to cover my mouth and nose.

In addition to causing adverse reactions to the human body, the white mist-like gas also plays a role in blocking the line of sight.I just moved my knees and straightened my body when my smooth forehead hit something as hard as the muzzle of a gun.

Dozens of grown men in black suits and gas masks surrounded me in a cloud of toxic gas.

The leader put his submachine gun against my forehead and said in a muffled voice, "Please don't act rashly. Our leader wants to see you."

The expulsion of [sheep], snipers, explosives, poisonous gas and long-anticipated ambushes.In this obviously unfavorable situation, I didn't panic at all. On the contrary, I showed a calmness that would surprise and puzzle me. Because I was so calm, I clearly felt the pain of my body. Variety.

There is no change in my body.

I accidentally inhaled two mouthfuls of poisonous gas when it exploded and leaked. It stands to reason that even a small amount of gas should have an impact on my body and consciousness, but in fact nothing happened. I didn't experience any noticeable discomfort from being in a cloud of toxic gas.

There was an idea vaguely in my mind.

As I thought about it, I lowered the collar that covered my mouth and nose as if to verify, and looked at the man who pointed a submachine gun at me.I stared straight at him, with no expression on my face, and calmly replied, "Sorry, I won't go."

…………

really.

Ordinary toxins don't do much for me.I knocked down the men in suits who surrounded me, left the [sheep] territory, and walked on the street thinking this way.

Could it be that I am some incredible humanoid weapon, the kind that awakened self-awareness and destroyed the laboratory and escaped privately, so that it can also explain why my past information was erased.

——No, no.Such words are too earthy, and I always feel that I have vaguely bumped into people's design, please don't be like this.

All in all, let's find Zhongya first and then talk.

However, I don't have Zhongye's contact information, nor do I know where he is, let alone what he is doing.Having no idea about this, I had no choice but to use the most clumsy method, and began to inquire about the news of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

"Sorry to bother you, but have you ever seen a 15-year-old boy with ocher red hair and dark green clothes? He has a bad temper and is not too tall." Ask, "It's almost here."

A passer-by kindly replied to me, "Let me think about it...ah, what he said seems to have gone that way."

I walked to an alley in the direction pointed by passers-by, but found nothing, it was a dead end.I paused for a moment, then turned my head and looked behind me, just in time to see about 15 men in suits holding submachine guns, standing behind them, and standing in the middle of them was a [-]-year-old boy.

Even if the scene of the meeting is switched from the closed reference room to this kind of place, Osamu Dazai still looks like a ghost floating around aimlessly, even though the ghost is concentrating on playing the game and seems to be very energetic. look like.

"Hi, see you again—please wait a moment, sure enough, at this time, you can't blindly defend and seize the opportunity to counterattack," he said without raising his head, as if the battle was fierce. Playing the game console, "Just as I predicted, we will meet again so soon, this is probably the fate in the legend - um! Well, being caught by me means a complete failure. Oops, Another victory for me."

After winning the game, Osamu Dazai quickly lost the most basic interest in it.

He threw the game console aside, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but didn't seem to be on his face, and then said to me: "——This is probably the fate in the legend."

I:"……"

Me: "I'm sorry to bother you, but have you ever seen a 15-year-old boy with ocher red hair and dark green clothes? He has a bad temper and is not too tall. He almost came to me..."

Dazai: "Ignore me with a cold and polite face."

"Did you see him?"

"Seeing and not seeing."

"Where is my ring, is it with you?"

"It's with me and it's not with me. It's not something important anyway, and I don't know where to throw it after I get it."

"...Maybe," he said, slowly raising his hands to the top of his head, making a defenseless posture, casually exposing the flaws of his whole body, "now it's hiding on my body Woolen cloth?"

"So, are you going to come and take it?"

The author has something to say: I have been busy packing up and going home for the past few days and have not updated

Originally, there was still a plot, but it was too long, so I split it into two chapters... Dazai, you are so coquettish.jpg

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