Complete Survival Manual

There was a slight clicking sound when the lock cylinder turned, and the door opened from the outside.

Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa and raised his limp arms to greet the visitor: "Good evening, Tsushima-kun."

"You seem to be very happy, did something good happen?" Tsushima put the straightened paper clip back into his pocket, closed the door and walked towards Osamu Dazai.

"It's alcohol, alcohol." Dazai said, "It's specially prepared for you. After drinking it hard, my body feels as soft as cotton now. I'm so happy."

"Does alcohol kill itself?"

"Just a little try."

Tsushima sat nearby on the floor between the sofa and the table. There were two glasses on the table. Tsushima chose one at random, picked up the bottle on the table and poured himself a glass of wine.

The amber liquid was poured into the square glass, and the aroma of the wine spread out, combining with a large source of alcohol lying on the sofa behind Tsushima.

"It's good wine." Tsushima leaned on the sofa holding the wine glass, turned his head and asked Dazai, "How much did you drink?"

Dazai tilted his head, "Who knows."

"After that, it's all mine~"

"Hey, hey, uninvited guests, please go easy."

Tsushima happily picked up the wine glass and drank it down. The burning sensation rushed from his tongue to his stomach. He slid down a little, and his head happened to rest on the sofa.

The smell of spirits on the nose is so strong that it makes you dizzy.

One cup after another, Tsushima almost poured the wine as if it were water.

Osamu Dazai quietly closed his eyes, breathing lightly and steadily as if falling asleep.

Soon, there was only the last bit of wine left, and Tsushima poured the same amount into both glasses.Then they were placed side by side on the table, no more, no less, almost half a cup.

Tsushima: "Well, if you fall asleep, then I'll drink it for you."

"Excessive."

A bandaged arm reached over Tsushima and took one of the cups.

Osamu Dazai lay on his back, holding the cup high.Looking through the bottom of the glass, the ceiling also becomes a softly swaying amber block.

"Then shall we start?" Tsushima laughed, eyebrows curved: "Who should come first?"

"Of course it's you." Dazai showed the same smile, "After all, it's not me who handed over the initiative."

"Don't you blame Dazai? No matter what, you don't want to reach out first. It's really distressing. It was the same in the cake shop before. I can still see that you have murderous intentions."

"Hey, obviously Tsushima also wanted to kill me." Dazai turned his head to look at Tsushima, with dissatisfaction in the rising ending sound, like a child who can't get candy, "Tsushima-kun, can you tell me what made me Did you take a step back?"

"Like how you feel."

[Osamu Dazai, my desire for you is far greater than your curiosity about me.If I don't reach out first, you will leave without hesitation after a stalemate. ]

Osamu Dazai noticed Tsushima's abnormal eagerness, so he used his departure as a bargaining chip to test Tsushima's bottom line.

"I'm just trying a little bit."

[The threat of temptation succeeded immediately, Tsushima-kun. ]

Tsushima turned his head and looked at Dazai.

Two similar people are separated by a mirror, and they see themselves in each other's eyes.

The smiling expression, the deep cold pupils, and the icy hollow like mud.

"This is not acceptable, Dazai has decided to become a good person." Tsushima reached out to cover Dazai's eyes, and the cold substance in the air disappeared.Unseen, Osamu Dazai slapped a hand precisely on Tsushima's shoulder.

"Not as good as you, Tsushima-kun."

The touch of the eyelashes on the palm made Tsushima stare at the back of his hand for a while.

Then he withdrew his hand and laughed: "Dazai, have you investigated me?"

Osamu Dazai: "Of course." He poked Tsushima's face with his index finger, "Your file is so clean that I'm trembling."

"Did you see anything?"

"I see that you can be selected as one of the top ten good citizens in Kyoto, and the certificates of appreciation from the police at home can fill a cabinet."

Judging from the files alone, Tsushima and Osamu Dazai are two completely different people.

"It's okay to fill a cabinet," Tsushima thought thoughtfully, "Oh, they should send me a certificate of appreciation."

"So it's a free job." Dazai made an accusing voice confidently, "The police in Kyoto are simply more black-hearted than my former boss!"

Tsushima: "Your ex-boss helped you drive the intelligence dealers out of Yokohama. I don't have any support for the investigation here."

Mentioning this, Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly became very sinister, and Tsushima laughed out loud.

"Come and listen to my boring past, Dazai, this is the greatest sincerity I can give." Tsushima said, "In contrast, you have to come up with something equivalent in the future."

………………

The very beginning of memory is an explosion.

The illusory figures in the flames disintegrated and distorted in the high temperature, and the panicked crowd ran indiscriminately.Someone ran away and lost a shoe, and someone's bun was scattered in a mess.

This should be a very dangerous scene, people took off their daily faces one after another, revealing the most essential desire——

want to live.

He watched silently and coldly, his mind blank.

He was not very close to the person whose bomb exploded suddenly, the huge shock only affected him on the edge.

He touched his ear and felt the scarlet that was slippery with his hands.

[Ah, I can't hear you. ]

The consequences of the shock are intuitively reflected in him, his world is silent, and people's struggle to survive, in his view, is more like a funny mime without an audience.

The next second, he was knocked to the ground.The man who knocked him down didn't look back, the man was terrified and wanted to get further away from the explosion.

Children have no privileges in this scenario, where all together have a uniform title.

"hostage".

"We're obviously just staying at home..."

"What to do, what to do, what to do, the bomb strapped to my body..."

"Help! I don't want to die—"

After getting up, he silently read the mouth movements of the people around him, and learned the general cause and effect.

A group of vicious gangsters kidnapped ordinary people in a street, and after tying bombs to some of them in random ways, they drove these poor people into the shopping mall at the end of that street.Where they are now is the lobby on the first floor of the mall.

He was one of many victims.

The memory part in his mind was still empty, he found a corner to sit down, and he yawned.

[Name name... Zhi... Hey... suddenly jumped out, is it Shuji Tsushima?so familiar. ]

[Age, family, experience... No, it's completely unexpected. ]

[Um, I haven't slept for a few days?So sleepy—kids need to drink milk and sleep well if they want to grow taller, huh?I always feel that drinking milk is useless...]

Tsushima's palm pressed a few pieces of broken glass, he picked up a piece, judged the sharpness, and stroked towards his palm with a little curiosity.

[it hurts. ]

[The ears don't hurt at all, I thought I lost my sense of pain... There seems to be no problem with the perception. ]

In a quiet corner, Tsushima dropped the glass and yawned a second time.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him.

There are nothing but two consequences waiting for him, waking up or not waking up again.

Tsushima felt that it didn't matter to him anyway.

Since the results are acceptable, it is better to meet your current needs first.

The child wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes when he yawned, lay back and said goodnight to himself.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

………………

"Incompetent, weak, and ineffective, this is the police hahahaha! Hey, over there, do you see that?" The man wrapped in a plaid turban raised the button controller in his hand and challenged the waiting police: " This is the next one I will press, stop me if you have the ability!"

The kidnappers burst out laughing.

"Senior Mitsui! The negotiating experts are already feeling a bit strenuous!"

"Senior Mitsui! It has been confirmed that the explosion just now came from the center of the first floor of the shopping mall. The casualties inside may be..."

"Senior Mitsui..."

Mitsui Junpei sitting in a car is not in the confrontation area, he is at the back door of the mall.

Compared with the tense tension in the front, the back is calmer.

After patiently listening to the messy on-site report, he picked out a few key points.

"Have you contacted the military and police?"

"They're already on their way!"

"Try to stabilize the emotions of the kidnappers and don't provoke them. What we have to do now is to delay the time."

"But senior, if you don't hurry up, the hostage..."

"Don't fall into the trap of the kidnappers." Junpei Mitsui said, "We delay the time and come to the military and police. This is the way to completely solve this matter. They are provoking us so much now, and it is very likely that they are in the hands of the police. Is there any hole card shown?"

"It's good to have blood, but you need to be more calm, Kido-kun."

"...Yes! Senior!"

Mitsui Junpei's still steady voice effectively calmed his subordinates, and the police and kidnappers started a new round of confrontation.

Mitsui Junpei estimated the possibility of intruding from the rear, but in the end he regretfully gave up on this idea.

"The protection at the back is much stricter than it looks on the surface. Only with us now, there is no way to break in safely." He patted the driver on the shoulder, "Let's go, go to the front."

The driver is a newly recruited intern, his fingers holding the steering wheel are trembling, "Senior Mitsui, are we going to wait for the military and police to come over like this?"

"It's almost impossible for us to solve such a vicious incident. In other cities, there might be a tragic confrontation. But here, it's Yokohama." Junpei Mitsui looked towards the back entrance of the mall, where two punks were chatting .

From their positions and postures, Junpei Mitsui could tell that they were not ordinary people.

One of them looked over.

There was no special expression on his face when he saw Junpei Mitsui, he just said something and smiled kindly at Junpei Mitsui.

[What is he saying?That mouth shape...]

"Because this is Yokohama? Is it because of the presence of the military and police?" The intern interrupted Mitsui Junpei's thinking with a somewhat blank question. Mitsui Junpei was a little surprised that he would ask such a question.Later, he thought of Long Tail's files, and he understood.

"I remember your name is Keiichi Nagao?"

"Yes... yes, senior!"

"Nagao-kun was transferred here temporarily, so I don't know much about it?"

"I passed the exam elsewhere." The intern scratched his head. "Later, because I offended a big shot, I was temporarily transferred here. Since I have not been here for a long time, I haven't had time to learn more about the workplace environment here."

The word workplace environment made Mitsui Junpei smile. For the sake of internship, he said a few more words: "Here, our police can do very little, and the military and police are the main force to clean up urban crime. They The ability is far beyond your imagination."

The intern was stunned, it seemed that his world view had been impacted.

"I always thought that the military and the police were the police, so it turns out that the military and the police are the order of the city."

"It's not that simple, just work hard in the future, and one day you will stand out." Junpei Mitsui encouraged the interns, and turned his head to look at the back door of the mall just now.

The two little punks were gone.

Mitsui Junpei frowned.

The intern received encouragement from his boss, and the pride and ambition in his heart reached the peak for a while. With the joy of enjoying the future, he replied loudly: "I will work hard, senior!"

The car rounded a corner and the tiny rear doors were left behind.

The military police arrived soon.

The convenient and easy-to-use supernatural powers, the skill and reaction awareness beyond ordinary policemen, all these make the balance of victory tilted towards justice.

The situation became clear in an instant, Mitsui Junpei lit a cigarette, and issued an order for everyone to stand by on the public channel.

The kidnappers frantically drove the hostages to hide in the depths of the shopping mall, and the well-trained military police pressed on every step of the way.

In the end, they won and the kidnappers were all taken into custody.

"We took these people away."

"no problem.

"boom--"

The shopping mall exploded layer by layer starting from the top floor before their eyes.

"What are you doing in a daze! Hostage!" Mitsui Junpei's roar was drowned in the rumble, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the mall.

He passed the mouth shape identification course. According to his teacher's evaluation, it is: "It's not the subtle movements under extreme conditions, you should be able to see half of the meaning of the mouth shape. You mean normal situations? Normally, you should be able to do it See it all."

Now he hated that his practice was not enough, after synthesizing the scene, he finally understood what he missed at the back door.

[In 5 minutes, we'll start setting off fireworks from the top floor, Mr. Police. ]

The anger in Mitsui Junpei's heart burned more and more hot.

The astonished cries of his subordinates were completely ignored by Mitsui Junpei, and he rushed towards the door quickly.

At that moment, the anger burned the reason.

The hostages lined up neatly behind the door, and they showed a unified smile to Junpei Mitsui.

Countless voices overlapped and accumulated, and finally merged into a sentence that still echoed: "You killed us."

It was you who killed us.

Echo Echo Echo Echo—

Mitsui Junpei's expression twisted.

"Mr. Killer."

There was a slight tug on the cuff.

Junpei Mitsui snapped back to his senses, he lowered his head a step too late.

Tsushima looked up at him.

"Are you in a daze, Mr. Killer?"

"boom--"

It wasn't the mall that exploded, and a large amount of bright red liquid splashed on the floor behind the child.

Junpei Mitsui took a deep breath, picked up Tsushima, covered his eyes and ran out.

"Close your eyes and don't look up, kid."

Tsushima's eyes reflected the broken and crimson world through Mitsui Junhei's fingers, and he responded calmly: "Okay."

Mitsui Junpei's hands were trembling slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Don't look."

"Okay, unknown Mr. Strange." Tsushima watched the world go away quickly, and gently closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Today is Dazhang, the handicapped victory! (weaker than V)