Complete Survival Manual

Akashi Sharo lay quietly on the hospital bed and had a dream.

In the dream, there are hot summer air, heavy and huge bookshelves, and the faint fragrance of ink.

The stepped bookshelf ladder is leaning against the bookshelf, and she is sitting on the penultimate floor flipping through boring philosophy books, theism and atheism are constantly arguing in her mind.

It didn't take long before drowsiness invaded her mind, and no matter what theories were, she obediently died down, making way for the heavy eyelids.She was drowsy leaning against the bookshelf, and when she was about to fall asleep completely in the next second, the person she was waiting for came.

"Miss Shaluo, wake up."

Barely regaining some sanity, Akanisharo pulled himself together and looked down at the person who came.

The boy was a little far away, and Akashi Sharo squinted her eyes and did not want to lose her drowsiness completely, so she maintained such a half-asleep and half-awake appearance, and said lazily: "It's you, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I I thought people who were praised by their mother would have a better sense of time." She thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Your name seems to be..."

"My name is Hiraoka Ichiro, Miss Sharo." The boy lowered his head, "In order to meet you, I spent some time on the road. Now it seems that the time I spent is simply worthless value."

"Hiraoka Ichiro?"

"Yes, Miss Sharo. Please remember well that the person you met in the summer when you were 11 years old was called 'Ichiro Hiraoka'."

Big tears fell on the floor, the only corner of the mouth of "Hirao Ichiro" who was hanging his head exposed to the sun was crazy upwards, but the eyes that were hidden in the dark had completely deviated emotions.

Sadness and pleading were hidden in those amber eyes.

["Wake up, Miss Sharo."]

Akanishi Sharo murmured and repeated, "Hiraoka...Ichiro...is he Hiraoka Ichiro?"

A fluttering feeling of detachment emerged, and Akashi Sharo's soul grew wings, separated from the body and fluttered to a high place.

The wings are radiant, and a light flap will bring some colorless fine powder.Her consciousness gradually disappeared, and the net clouds that were getting closer exuded a sweet fragrance.

[DANGER DANGER DANGER——]

The sense of approaching crisis made her awake for a moment, and before she could save herself, a huge sense of peace of mind hit her mind.

want to go there.

Want to touch those sweet clouds above the sky.

Wanting... never to return to reality.

From then on, the emotions in reality have nothing to do with her, as long as she is here, she can live happily forever.

[It's okay, whatever, I want to stay here. ]

Akashi Saro smiled, her eyes were completely closed, and she tried to flap her wings upwards.The lighter and lighter soul transformed in mid-air, and after a few breaths, she turned into a butterfly.

Hiraoka Ichiro stood there, his whole body shrouded in a gray text light band.Upon seeing the butterfly appear, those lights disappeared.

"Good boy." He raised his hand, and the clouds in the sky twisted and moved, turning into a silk net, which he held in his hand.

Butterflies in the net are still flying.

Carefree.

………………

"Look at me again, my lady."

No. 165 bent over beside Akashi Sharo's hospital bed, with the sweet rum brewed in the summer in his amber eyes, he choked up and said to the girl who had a good dream——

"I'm late."

………………

"Ichiro Hiraoka has already gone back to see Ms. Sara, and Nakaya-kun can walk faster now, maybe we can still see a touching scene of the reunion." Tsushima said.

With a somewhat mysterious smile, he also said something like a prophecy to Zhong Yuanzhong.There was a clear sense of calm about him, as if he knew everything from the beginning.

"Nakaya-kun, you think me too miraculously." Tsushima laughed, "Even if I am, it is impossible to know everything from the beginning."

"what."

In fact, Zhong Yuanzhong is also familiar with this way of talking around and around to the bone marrow. Similarly, he is also full of disgust for this.

If it is said that he will restrain himself a little bit in other places, he will sneer in his heart and force his patience to deal with others.But in front of Osamu Dazai, he completely lost all these messy worries.

——In the beginning, he just didn't like such people very much, and in terms of attitude, it was definitely not disgusting.What really made him hate this was Osamu Dazai himself.

In the same way, it can be proved that in this respect, his tolerance for Tsushima is not high, and if it is forced to be counted, it may only be a little higher than Osamu Dazai.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said straightforwardly, "Find someone to guard the door of the medical room, and hand over your message as soon as I come out... What, the plan is successful now?" He glanced at Tsushima, "Deliberately let me I left the medical room to give that Hiraoka Ichiro a chance."

"You're right." Tsushima smiled, "So Nakaya-kun wants to go with me to see this tragicomedy in the world?" He said in a manly voice, "This is rare, if you miss it, you can't do it again The repertoire. Since it happened to happen, we should give the last applause to the hard-working actors."

The way Zhongyuan looked at him was indescribable.

Tsushima and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned their heads and laughed haha.

"Seeing Nakaya-kun's expression is worth the price of admission. I really want to take a picture and let Dazai see it." Tsushima said with a smile in his voice, "Although most of them were just for watching It's a lie that Chuya-kun said as a joke, but 'there will be a reunion in the medical room' is true."

"One of my juniors told me that the effect of Hiraoka Ichiro's supernatural ability is to modify other people's perception of him. The strength of his modification ability depends on the emotional ups and downs and mental strength of the modified object. If he is, I know Ichiro Hiraoka, he can completely do what is happening on the ship now."

Chuya Nakahara: "A logical deduction would not be called 'interesting' by you. What is the problem?"

Tsushima touched his chin and said to Zhongya Nakahara: "The problem is, this man named Ichiro Hiraoka should have died in a man-made murder two years ago. This resurrection after two years, It really makes people care." Noticing that Nakahara Chuya's expression was tense for a moment, he said clearly: "It seems that it caused you bad memories, Nakaya-kun."

Nakahara also thought of a lot, but he only glanced at Tsushima, and didn't plan to have a memory memorial here.

Tsushima smiled unabated.

[Is it called Lan Tang or Rimbaud? Hey, things like resurrected corpses are not an exception now. ]

[Then this time, what is the reason for the dead to climb out of hell and stubbornly stay in the world? ]

………………

No. 165 held the gun steady.

"As expected of the number one vicious dog around Akanishara, won't your hands tremble even when you're facing your master while holding a weapon?"

No. 165 didn't answer, he just looked at Akashi Sharo silently.

Hiraoka Ichiro smiled and ignored No. 165. He picked up a small dagger and put it in Akanisharo's hand.

"Hold it tight, boy."

Akashi Sharo clenched the things in his hands in a daze.

Akanishi Saro, who has lost her soul, is more obedient than a doll. For her now, Hiraoka Ichiro's words are what she must accomplish.

Hiraoka Ichiro said softly: "Shaluo, take me to get the improved version of Reagent No. [-] now. You know where it is, right?"

Akanishi Sara did not move, and the relaxation on Hiraoka Ichiro's body slowly disappeared.He was sure that his supernatural powers hadn't expired, and the butterfly was still staying in the cage woven by her own emotions.

Hiraoka Ichiro repeated: "I want an improved version of Reagent No. [-], Sharo, take me to find it."

Akashi Sharo shook his head.

The atmosphere in the treatment room froze.

There was a light in No. 165's eyes, and he held his breath, looking at the girl who rejected Ichiro Hiraoka.

[still have a chance? ]

Hiraoka Ichiro frowned, and decided to leave here first before talking about reagent No. [-].He coaxed softly, "Let's get out of here first, Shaluo."

The author has something to say: Today is the limit, less than [-], but the liver is almost sold by me.I was in class recently, every day from [-] to [-] in the morning, I could only try my best to spare time to be a pigeon coo coo coo.However, if this class continues like this, the day to catch up with the progress seems to be coming soon.

Alright alright, I know someone in the comments will say I'm short OTZ