[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stayed.

How should I put it, the current situation is like the owner of the small black house provoking a stray wild cat with not-so-fresh salmon. The medical kit here was treating the wound for himself, and he let out a few light coughs from time to time, frowning as if the place was covered with nasty mold and dust.

I read the last page of the book.

The story of the down-and-out protagonist who wanders on the fringes of society and finally obtains redemption is old-fashioned and nothing new. I really don't know why Oda Saku likes this type.

I closed the book and focused on Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who deliberately kept a distance from me, with his back against the wall, facing my position and the narrow door of the archive room, even though he was closing his eyes Resting your mind, you can also grasp this small space in your hands—ah, very sharp, is it the result of Dazai's teaching?

I took out the medicine box from the cabinet and threw it in the direction of Ryunosuke Akutagawa.The white medicine box drew a rounded arc in mid-air, but was pierced viciously by a sharp black shadow in the next second. The black shadow bit the medicine box like a vicious dog, like a piece of rotten meat. Drop it on the ground.

The ferocious black shadow shrank back, and turned back into the black hem of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's body.

The tattered white medicine box rolled a few times on the ground, and finally slipped under my feet.

I bent down and picked up the medicine box again. Before I raised my head, I heard the other party's indifferent and strong voice: "I don't need this kind of thing."

I patted the dust on the medicine box, looked at it seriously, and couldn't help but "ah", and said, "It's broken, I'll lose money."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

The other party showed a stinging expression, and because he didn't know what to say, he simply closed his mouth.

I turned a blind eye to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's reaction, and opened the medicine box and began to count the contents. Although the outside was punctured, there seemed to be a lot of useful things inside.I counted, then motioned Ryunosuke Akutagawa to sit on the sofa with my eyes, and said briefly, "Come here."

"I've already said, I don't need this—"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. I turned my head and looked over curiously, just in time to see the fabric at the hem of the other party's clothes floating up and turning into the fierce black shadow just now, but this time the black shadow was excited Excitedly drilled in my direction.

Obviously, the proactiveness of his own superpowers has caused a lot of trouble for the master. Finally, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Akutagawa Ryunosuke's overly pale and unreasonable face, as if he was scolding a child who went out to embarrass himself He scolded in a low voice: "Hey, Rashomon!"

I shook the small biscuits on the table expressionlessly, and said, "There is still something to eat."

Rashomon was even more excited.

Ten minutes later, Ryunosuke Akutagawa sat beside me as if he had been humiliated, and let me fiddle with bandages, gauze and the like on his face without saying a word.Contrary to the master's sitting upright, Rashomon unceremoniously lay on my lap, turning into a huge jaw, chewing and chewing the small biscuits that Yin baked for me.

It looked like a wild animal was eating, but in fact Rashomon's movements were only on chewing, and the biscuits were chewed into residue and fine crumbs, which were all scattered on the sofa and the floor.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked like a novice parent who had just started raising children, bowed his head to me solemnly, and said in a stiff tone: "I will take care of it."

As soon as he lowered his head, I held his chin.

I reached out to support his chin, moved my fingers, and lifted his chin to a suitable height for me to apply ointment near the corner of his eyes.I said, "Don't look down, lift your face up."

The body that seemed too thin to me froze instantly, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes only stayed on my face for a short moment and then quickly moved away.

When Gin came back, what he saw was Akutagawa Ryunosuke, without saying a word, sweeping up the biscuit residue on the floor with a broom.Such a scene undoubtedly brought a huge shock to her, just like Cinderella came back from the dinner and saw her vicious stepmother cleaning honestly.

Although I said earlier that I would not eavesdrop on their conversation, Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not do anything unnecessary. After cleaning the sofa and the floor, he politely told me that it was time to leave.

I waved in his direction and said, "Welcome to come again next time."

Rashomon, who had had a full meal, nodded happily at me, but was stared blankly by its owner.Rashomon could only hang down unwillingly.

She looked helplessly at Akutagawa Ryunosuke as if he left without a trace of nostalgia. After the latter disappeared for a while, she came back to her senses, trotted to my side, and handed over the taiyaki she bought. come over.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked me cautiously: "Miss Qin... what's wrong?"

At this moment, I am staring at several anonymous text messages on my mobile phone.

[Hello~ I'm Ango-kun's friend, Ango-kun would like to ask me to say hello to you, because he's too busy to get away recently, can you understand? ]

[So, how are you doing recently?Is life happy? ]

[If life is still enjoyable, then great, hurry up and enjoy it.Because something that will surprise you is about to happen...ah, maybe you won't care.Interesting. ]

I stared at the Italian text on the text message for a while, then pressed the phone, and the bright phone screen went out in an instant.I raised my eyes, looked at Yin who was hesitating because of my abnormal behavior, and said blankly: "It's nothing, someone is just playing a prank."

Two days later, I saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa who came to collect the materials again in the archives room, but this time the other party's face not only lacked the bandages and gauze that had just been wrapped, but even had a few bruises and wounds on his face .

Holding the hot teacup in my hand, I let out an "ah" and said, "It seems that you made the same mistake again... Well, did you kill all the mission targets again?"

Although I have been staying in such a closed place, I have heard about Akutagawa Ryunosuke at any rate-in the words of Ms. Hongye, he is a cute, brainless murder weapon, sometimes easy to use, Sometimes it doesn't work.

Zhong also didn't comment too much on him, but from the tone of his voice, Zhong still admired him a lot. The vicious dog that crawled out of the poor street more or less carried the backbone of his appreciation.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke denied it: "No."

I glanced at him curiously, just in time to see him staring at me as well.Akutagawa Ryunosuke took the documents from my desk expressionlessly. He had a cold face covered with bruises and wounds, and the way he pursed his lips made him look much more gloomy.

"It's just that Dazai-san thinks I'm an eyesore." Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at me and said.

"Ah, isn't this troublesome?" I propped my face sideways and tried my best to show sympathy for the other party.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head, pursed his lower lip, and said, "It won't happen in the future."

I:"?"

After he said this confusing sentence, he picked up the materials and left without any hesitation.

Since then, I have rarely seen Ryunosuke Akutagawa in the archives room—ah, I probably don’t have to do this kind of errand work anymore, I’m really happy.

My brother's hard work in the organization seems to have inspired Yin. Under Yin's repeated requests, I finally began to teach her fighting skills--her physique is weak, and her strength is not enough. She is more suitable for killing people than fighting. It's also what I'm good at.

Gin has always been very obedient to me, and naturally she studied very seriously. Her growth naturally attracted Dazai's attention, and Dazai put his hands together and pretended to ask me to lend him Gin in a posture like a girl praying. Use it.

Of course I said no.

I taught her everything I could, and it wasn't for her to do these things, which serve no purpose other than to make her feel comfortable with them.

I don't want her to be like most of the people here.

After a while, I finally received the news that Ango Sakaguchi had returned to his country to report on his work. I heard that he went abroad this time to work as an undercover agent for an Italian organization.Ango Sakaguchi succeeded in breaking into the organization by virtue of his social animal traits of intelligence, hard work, and 996 overtime without complaint. He was promoted unimpeded all the way, and almost took the second place.

Why do you say almost?That's because there are gossip that the number two person of this organization is a classmate with the leader, and has a deep relationship since the establishment of the company. Of course, Ango Sakaguchi, who is descended from heaven, cannot compete with a bamboo horse.

But that aside, Ango Sakaguchi's undercover career was still very successful.

... Except that after returning, he seemed to be a little out of order.

Since returning to report to Mori Ogai on the first day, Ango Sakaguchi disappeared without a trace for the rest of the time.I contacted him again, and the other party took the initiative to ask me to meet at the bar at night.

Although I felt a little strange, I still went to the bar according to Sakaguchi Ango's request, but I didn't see Sakaguchi Ango at the agreed time, but I ran into Nakahara Chuya who came to this place to drink with his subordinates.

"What are you doing here?" Nakahara Chuya dismissed his subordinates with two or three sentences, then came to the bar seemingly casually, and sat on the seat next to me.

I said honestly: "Senior Anwu asked me to come here."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

For some reason, the expression on Nakahara Chuya's face became a little subtle. He glanced around and asked, "Where are the others?"

I thought about it, and replied with no expression on my face, "I turned into a pigeon spirit and flew away."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hearing what I said, Nakahara Chuya seemed to be happier.He turned his head towards me and invited me: "Do you want a drink?"

Hearing this, the bartender standing behind the bar looked at Nakahara Chuya with a frightened expression.

I thought for a moment and nodded.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows at me, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I told you in advance, if you're drunk, I won't care about you."

After half an hour—

Holding a glass full of vodka, I looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was already slumped in a ball next to me, and then at my own glass, and I suddenly felt a wave of energy that I hadn't even used, but the other party had already collapsed feeling.

Now it was the bartender staring at me in horror.

"Chuya, are you okay?" I asked.

The other party didn't answer me.

I called out again: "Zhongye?"

Now he finally reacted.He straightened his upper body slowly, inserting the fingers of his right hand into his auburn hair, supporting his head that was extremely heavy from drinking too much.He tilted his head, kept staring at me sideways, didn't say anything, just smiled at me.

After a long time, he took off the hat on his head, raised his arm, and wobbly put the hat that never leaves his body on my head.

After finishing this action, he fell down on the bar and passed out as if he finally felt relieved.

I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of him to make sure that he was indeed drunk—ah, so it seems that he doesn’t drink too much, and to be honest, I don’t feel it yet.Even vodka, in my opinion, is nothing more than slightly flavored water.

Just when I was thinking about where I should take Nakahara Chuya, the hat on my head was suddenly taken off without a trace.

I immediately looked behind vigilantly.

Standing behind me was a very young man.

This is a mild-looking Japanese man, wearing a fine Italian handmade suit, everything from head to toe is expensive, boasting "I'm expensive" pretentiously under the flashing lights of the bar.But even so, this man still looks very low-key, gentle, and ordinary, like an office worker who just came to this place for a drink after work.

He had brown hair, and the same brown eyes shone with a moving, enchanting, quiet light, like diamonds, like the first drops of dew in the morning.

These eyes stared at me, looking at me intently and wholeheartedly, as if there was something more expensive, precious, and valuable in front of him, but he still handed me the first glance.

He looked at me and laughed.

My guard is gone.It's weird, but I don't feel any threat in this guy.

He sat on the other side of me in a natural manner, and gently placed the hat in his hand in front of me.He didn't seem to drink, and when the bartender asked him, he just shook his head mildly and politely, and then asked for a glass of water.

"Your friend probably won't come," he said to me.

As he spoke, he handed the glass of clear water in front of me, then removed the glass of vodka that was originally placed in front of me, and brought it in front of himself.

He said softly: "So, can you leave me with the rest of the time?"

The author has something to say: Men hinder my speed of updating (

The eternal white moonlight in my heart woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

From the beginning of this chapter to the end, there are 27 venues... Although there are not many [Hey], there are quite a lot if you calculate carefully

I haven't updated recently because of the damn relationship problem

Yes, I've lived for so many years and have relationship problems.

But it's okay, I guess it won't work, after all, I'm a heartless prodigal son hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee