[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

"Oh, that's really true," Dazai Osamu circling around the coffin, holding his chin and admiringly, casting teasing glances at me from time to time, "Love full of death breath, this one lying in the coffin Men, this corpse is the person who is pursuing you? People who can't ask for you? Even if you die, you have to give you the body ... Ah, ah, it is really romantic. "

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai suddenly tapped his palm, as if he had received some kind of inspiration: "I have decided to order a coffin with a capacity for two people immediately!"

Osamu Dazai was very excited by his sudden inspiration, but I was used to turning a blind eye to him, half-kneeling beside the coffin, stretched out my hand, and touched the delicate patterns carved on the surface of the coffin - shells, wings, double Guns, bullets, and "VONGOLA", all of which indicate the identity of the body inside.

It's too crude no matter how you look at it.

Will the body of the head of the mafia family be sent to this place casually?And it was still delivered to me - what does this mean, is this a so-called gift?

Even the corpse of the leader can be disposed of so easily and crudely. It seems that there are quite differences within the family, or is there any other deep meaning?

Just as I was thinking in my heart, Dazai's thoughts came to my ears again: "Speaking of which, Vongola Judai was shot dead while negotiating with the Mirufiore family, right? It's really insidious and cunning." , Mafia, but don’t you think it’s strange to conduct dangerous negotiations so unpreparedly? And after death, I specially gave you the body..."

"Oh," Osamu Dazai glanced at me abruptly, and said lightly, "Maybe, you were lovers before. Look, haven't you forgotten the past?"

I didn't respond to him immediately. After a while, I turned my head slightly and stared at him from bottom to top. There was no superfluous expression on my face, and I said while looking at each other: "So, what are you doing?" Hope so, or not?"

On Osamu Dazai's face, a flawless, mask-like smile reappeared.He bent down, leaned a little closer to me, and said to me, "It doesn't matter at all. Death and oblivion are over."

I:"……"

I suddenly felt a lack of interest. Osamu Dazai’s beautiful and flawless face like a mask, and his deep and impeccable words made me feel dull, and even my breathing became heavy, as if it was pouring into my lungs. Inside is dirty waste water.

I stood up and said briefly, "Brainless."

The tall and big Naowu immediately understood what I meant, and easily lifted the coffin and carried it on his shoulders. I told it at the right time: "Be gentle."

Naowu really became cautious, as if he was afraid of waking up the people sleeping there.

"Are you going to steal the corpse of the tenth generation of Pengelie?" Osamu Dazai asked standing behind me, his voice was full of interest, as if he had found something interesting by accident—this is not a good thing .Once Osamu Dazai finds something interesting, he will try to make it boring, and then kick it away mercilessly.

I replied, "This is a gift that belongs to me."

"I'll tell Mori-san-san-oh-oh-" Osamu Dazai said in a drawn-out voice, putting his hands to his mouth like a trumpet.

"Please feel free," I replied without turning my head, and waved to Osamu Dazai with my back turned, "If he is not happy, let him come to me by himself."

"...Who was spoiled by it?"

I heard Osamu Dazai muttering in a low voice.

I put the coffin of the tenth generation of Pengelie back in the archives.Ango Sakaguchi said goodbye to the little place of the archives, having been promoted because of this excellent undercover activity, and Gin was visibly startled when he saw me bring back a coffin.

But soon, she calmed down, held a plate full of hot tea and snacks in one hand, quietly pulled out the short knife hidden in her waist with the other, and said calmly, "Miss Qin, do you need me to dispose of it? "

What she meant by disposing of it was probably to slice the corpse into pieces, and then use chemicals to corrode the sewer that was finally flushed into the toilet.

"No... I'll handle it myself."

Silver nodded, expressing her understanding. After preparing today's snacks for me, she stepped aside consciously—it seemed that life in the poor street taught her to be careful, and she never asked me about my affairs.

Only me and this black coffin were left in the small archive room.Yin consciously left, and Nao Wu squatted outside the door to guard the door.

I stood beside the dull, silent, soundless coffin, and pushed back the lid.Dim yellow light shone obliquely in, and shone on the pure white lilies, which were covered with white lilies, and all the flowers surrounded a person quietly and closely.

I know this guy.He was the man from yesterday, who said a lot of strange things, and looked at me with eyes full of inexplicable expectations and sadness.

But now his eyes are closed.

I stared at his overly calm face for a while, and suddenly remembered that I hadn't asked his name yet.

Everyone called him the tenth generation of Pengelie, the godfather of the mafia, but under this halo, who is he?What is his name?I should know, but now I don't know anything.

I reached out, picked up a lily that was lying in the coffin, and placed it gently between the other's folded hands.

I touched his hand.

"..." I opened my mouth self-consciously, and the voice was so soft that it floated in the air, "Your hands are so cold, too."

I put the coffin of the tenth generation of Pengelie here together with his body.

Mori Ogai knew about my behavior, but he didn't say much, but he mentioned it accidentally once, and he reminded me in a soft and gentle tone of remembering to wear more clothes when the weather turns cold: "The dead body Things, if you don't handle them carefully, they will stink easily, so please be careful."

"If you're tired, don't just throw it away," Mori Ogai smiled at me, "Even if it's just a corpse, it might be an important bargaining chip."

"If it stinks, let it stink," I said, "If it rots, it can only rot in my hands."

Mori Ogai stopped talking.

However, a few days later, something unexpected happened to me.

I was nestled on the sofa watching the works that Oda Sakunosuke used to practice pens. When I was halfway through, I suddenly heard a "bang" sound coming from inside the coffin, followed by a rustling sound. The sound was like someone was knocking tentatively inside.

I closed the book, looked over with a blank face, then took out a pistol and a gun from under the sofa pillow, and took out a dagger from under the low table and stuck it on the back waist of my shorts, and walked over there while holding the gun. .

At the same time I was standing next to the coffin, the black coffin lid was slowly and laboriously removed from the inside.

White smoke overflowed from inside, obscuring the scene inside.In the white mist, I could clearly recognize a petite person slowly sitting up from inside.

The moment the opponent just raised his upper body, I mercilessly raised my leg and kicked him, stepped on the opponent's chest, and pushed him down to the original position.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"Wait, I don't know anything!!"

What a young voice, young boy, right?

I stepped on him condescendingly, pointed a gun at his forehead, and said succinctly, "You are noisy."

The white mist dissipated quickly.

At this moment, I can see clearly what this boy who got out of nowhere looks like—very familiar, with the same brown hair and brown pupils, the same Asian face, handsome in appearance, but looks much smaller and has a different temperament Something is not right, especially when I look up and stare at me, I always have a pitiful feeling...Wait, who are you?

When I saw each other, this boy also recognized me instantly, his eyes widened, showing a very excited look, even if I stepped back into the coffin, he still struggled to get close to me, and said: "You, Why are you here? Speaking of which, why did you disappear without saying a word, where did you go?! No matter where you go, tell me anyway! I, I am very worried about you!"

"But it's okay, it doesn't look like you're hurt... I thought you—"

I tilted my head in doubt, raised the muzzle of the gun in my hand, pointed it at his forehead, and asked him, "Who are you?"

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.

He stared at me with a pair of round brown eyes for a long time, and when he was sure that I was not joking in my questioning tone and expression of strangeness, he lowered his head in a daze, with the expression on his face Lost overflowed like a tide.

He whispered to himself: "That's right, I was hit by a ten-year rocket and came ten years later. If I met Qin, then she should look like ten years later... 17 years old..."

"What about my question for you?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I, my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi..."

"A name I haven't heard before," I said after thinking for a while, "but you seem to know me?"

Hearing what I said, Tsunayoshi Sawada immediately waved his hands and shook his head non-stop, denying with a face of shame: "Yes, I'm sorry, because you look so much like a friend of mine, so I accidentally recognized you as I missed her, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"It's useless to just apologize for this kind of thing, just lose money."

"…………Eh??!!"

"Also, my name is Qin."

Kokichi Sawada:"…………"

Sawada Tsunayoshi showed an expression of wanting to beat the ground, and couldn't help but said: "What is wrong, it's you!!!"

I:"?"

"It seems that I was right before. I really know you." I squatted beside him, and the arm holding the gun slowly dropped down. It landed on me, and I calmly explained: "I don't know why, I lost my previous memory... Now I don't remember who you are, sorry."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was full of disbelief, and hurriedly confirmed: "Hey, is it true?!"

I nodded and said, "Of course it's true."

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help complaining: "Isn't the amnesia meme too old-fashioned?!"

With a blank expression on my face, I slammed the opponent's head with the handle of the gun.

"...I'm sorry I was wrong." Tsunayoshi Sawada said, holding the swollen bag that I knocked out, wanting to cry without tears.

"Forget it." I stared at the other person's young and weak face, wondering if these two are really the same person?I sighed, propped my face with one hand, and asked him aloud: "You seem to care about me just now... Hey, what's our relationship?"

Kokichi Sawada:"…………………………"

I stared at him blankly: "Why are you blushing?"

"...Ahhhh, I, I'm not very good at answering this question," Tsunayoshi Sawada closed his eyes as if avoiding it, and tilted his head again, which not only allowed me to see his flushed cheeks clearly , and also saw clearly the roots of his completely red ears, "It's too, too sudden!!"

I:"……?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi’s eyes wandered, and he answered me falteringly: “Well, you lived next door to my house ten years ago… you were still my classmate, uh, although you don’t talk much, you are also very cold towards me, and you can’t take it easy. The gun was pointed at me or something... But I will come to my house for dinner from time to time, er, probably this is the relationship... Well, it's still quite good..." At this point, his voice gradually weakened, and he said shyly, " Good friends, or something, but actually I..."

"Oh, an ordinary neighbor." I nodded to show my understanding.

"...Listen to me, it's not just as simple as a neighbor!!" Sawada Tsunayoshi argued loudly.

"A classmate at the level of an ordinary passer-by?"

"No, no, this is not right either!"

"Oh, it's this one. I think I have a good relationship with me, but I'm actually a classmate at the level of ordinary passers-by."

"Why am I getting worse and worse?!"

"Don't be discouraged, my classmate."

"...Even the title has become so much simpler!!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked about trying to refute but found that he had nothing to say. In the end, he could only scratch his fluffy hair and gave up. He looked around dejectedly and asked blankly: "Speaking of which, what is Where? Why, am I in the coffin...?"

I propped my face and stared at him until his eyes looking left and right met mine again.

"Because you're dead," I replied, "a classmate."

Kokichi Sawada:"…………"

The other party showed an expression of not knowing whether to complain first that he was dead or should complain about his classmates first.

The author has something to say: 27 is so cute hehehehehehehe

The chronological order of the tutors will be adjusted after ten years, because I want to spend more time with the adults ten years later!Hahahaha

感谢在2019-11-2400:09:57~2019-11-2701:36:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Koma 6; Asheng 3; Benming Gangji, Chu 2; Ti Ming 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：初、伟大的国师大人20瓶；唱晚10瓶；七月9瓶；源赫映7瓶；噜5瓶；祝微格2瓶；懒仔1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!