[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

After lunch, Hime and Akashi parted ways.

He stood at the entrance of the hospital and watched Akashi, who insisted on coming to see him off, to leave. Then he turned and walked into the hospital. He turned around and came to an empty stairwell in the corner. He took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and went to the blank desktop. White fingertip long press.

The wavy pattern of fingerprint detection appeared, and after confirmation, the simple-colored mobile phone desktop was separated from the middle like Moses divided the sea, revealing a dark page.

Immediately afterwards, a few messages that were just gray little heads on the normal desktop a minute ago, and there was no response to anyone clicking on them, lost their disguise and slowly turned into corresponding text in front of the owner.

The cherry-haired boy went upstairs and glanced at ten lines at a time. His indifferent gaze went all the way down, passing over the contact information signed by "mackerel" without changing, and then wanted to quit.

It's just that before he exited, he clicked the "read" button again, originally just to be on the safe side, but his casual eyes stopped when he found that there was actually an undeleted message on the redirected page .

He was unimpressed with the news.

Fei Shi shifted his gaze to the time at the top right of the message, and found that it was sent on Tuesday morning, that is to say, the morning after the silt incident.

This means that the person sent the message within two seconds after he turned his phone to Do Not Disturb and before the phone automatically hid the black page, so it was displayed as read, but he didn't remember it.

...What a coincidence.

Fei Shi paused, and moved his fingertips slightly.

Tuesday, 8:25am

[The little gentleman in the hat: (picture.jpg) Mr. Qing, have you noticed this kid who is very similar to you? ]【Have read】

Today, 2:31pm

[--: Come to my clinic and talk. ]

After the message was sent, the word "read" popped up within three seconds, and a line of "the other party is typing..." was displayed immediately under the other party's name.

Fei Shi waited quietly, watching helplessly as the string of small characters appeared and then disappeared again and again, until 3 minutes passed before he spat out a message.

[Little gentleman in hat: _(:з」∠)_]

Fei Shi: "...?"

Before he could react, another one came from the opposite side.

[Hat little gentleman: o(*≧▽≦)ツ~┴┴#@￥%! ]

Fei Shi: "..."

The cherry-haired boy put away his mobile phone expressionlessly, and formed an identical self with one hand. He looked at him calmly, then turned and continued upstairs, and went to the doctor's lounge to change clothes.

The other boy who stayed in the same place suddenly disappeared in the same place, and when he reappeared, he was in a quiet alley corner, and then repeated several times, finally returned to his home in Shizuoka, and stopped by his neat desk .

Next to his landing point, there is a small Flying Thunder God Kunai.

——The reason why he couldn't reach the destination at one time was because he was not a perception ninja, and the distance he could use every time he used the Flying Thunder God Technique was limited.

The young man listened carefully to the movement outside, and found nothing unusual, so he opened the drawer and took out another mobile phone, and then sealed with one hand again.

The white smoke dissipated, and the cherry-haired, blue-eyed boy turned into a black-haired man with a cold temperament.

That is the appearance of Uchiha Sasuke who is in his early 20s and has not covered his left eye with his bangs.

Fei Shi and himself in the mirror with dark eyes looked at each other, raised his hand to caress his left eye, and fell silent for a moment with unknown meaning.

"Uchiha Sasuke" looked at him indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and cold.

After a long time, Fei Shi lowered his hands, looked away, and disappeared in place again.

The young man didn't know that at this moment in the Hong Kong-Hei Building, a red-haired boy viciously threw out an ashtray and hit the back of the head of a bandage-wasting device with a bang, his black face was as big as a whirlwind. Stepping forward, he snatched back the phone from him who was twitching on the ground, and looked at the "read" behind the two bewildered faces, his expression burst into rage——

"Look at what you've done, dead green mackerel?! It's not easy for Mr. to answer me, why did you come out at this time?!"

"Ai, ai, ai... what, doesn't Chuya think it's cute? Mister will definitely like it—"

"Cute ghost! I'll kill you!!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also so angry that he burst, and the irritable ones were about to step forward.

Osamu Dazai, who fell on the ground and pretended to be dead, slowly scratched his head and got up, with an erratic and elongated voice: "Hey—is this good? After you kill me, you won't be able to know the mission Mr. Mori gave you, okay?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and his rationality, which was rushed by the monstrous anger, returned to him, and he looked at him suspiciously with a distorted face: "The leader has a task for me?"

Osamu Dazai shrugged, with a look of "believe it or not".

Zhong Ye stood there for a few seconds with a cloudy expression, finally let out a cold snort, gave him a murderous look, and after conveying the meaning of "If you lie to me, you will die", he turned and left quickly.

He looked down at the phone while walking, bit his lips slightly when he realized that there was no answer from the other side, and a little annoyance and bewilderment flashed across his eyes quickly.

——That guy Dazai is all to blame... not only making trouble, but also choosing to tell him that he has a mission at such a time!

Unreasonably shifting the responsibility to his arch-enemy, Zhongye's gaze stayed on the words "Come to my clinic", and his eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance when he didn't even know it.

But in the end, the loyal gravitationalist silently clenched his fists, hurriedly typed a line of explanation, put away his phone anxiously, and knocked on the door of the chief's office.

Behind him, the young man in a black windbreaker slowly restrained the frivolous smile on his lips, put his hands in his pockets and watched him leave, and a sentence that seemed to be smiling but sounded cold for no reason:

"... When you saw the news about the little man, you replied to him, but you completely ignored me?"

Osamu Dazai murmured to himself like this, his whole body breath was blurred, and he quickly dialed a number, and said without emotion, "Where's that person?"

What the person opposite said made Osamu Dazai frown slightly: "A large hospital in Tokyo? Don't you mean to leave?"

There was an affirmative answer from the opposite side.

Inexplicably, Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a worse mood.

He was obviously just a teenager with low martial strength, but the way he looked at the front with a blank expression at the moment seemed to have accidentally opened the entrance to the abyss, which made people feel extremely palpitating.

The team members standing behind him and belonging to him all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, and their bodies stood stiffly upright.

Those who were a little smarter were secretly surprised in their hearts.

Not for anything else, they seldom... No, I have never seen this young boss express his displeasure so directly.

He had always been laughing and scolding without distraction before, making it hard to figure out his thoughts.

If Mori Ogai is here, maybe we can read more from Osamu Dazai's performance.

The young man named Osamu Dazai has always had empty eyes. He never reveals his true self, so that others cannot know his thoughts.

But Osamu Dazai, who can never laugh his eyes out, who is not afraid even if a gun is held against his head, can even laugh out loud, his performance just now clearly expressed...he has someone who cares this fact.

Dazai Osamu, who has been walking alone in the dark all this time, now has such distinct mood swings because of one person.

How incredible.

On the other side of the phone, the trembling subordinate trembled for no reason, racked his brains for a while, and finally found something unusual: "But, he, he gave up on the elevator and stayed in the stairs for several minutes..."

Osamu Dazai paused for a while, and said softly, "What time is it?"

Sensing his loose tone, the subordinate excitedly and accurately reported the time.

Osamu Dazai took down his phone and looked at the clock, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"...Ah, this is really surprising."

He said in a tone that was not surprising at all, even though he intentionally made a surprise appearance, outsiders could easily see that this kind of development should be in line with his original expectations, because the smile immediately returned to the corner of his eyes falsely, The strange and suppressed huge dangerous aura around him also disappeared.

"Keep staring at him." The boy stated simply, his eyes were bent for about a second, his voice was as soft as an aria, "This time, you have to keep an eye on it."

"..."

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the air.

The subordinates standing behind him all shuddered without exception.

Ten minutes later, on a messy and bullet-riddled street in Yokohama.

"——so. so to speak, Mr. Qing is really too much!"

In the clean and tidy clinic, which was in stark contrast to the chaos outside, the black-clothed boy lay half his body on the table, pursing his lips and making a sad and exaggerated voice.

"Obviously I sent so-so many messages to my husband, so-so looking forward to meeting him, but not only did my husband ignore me, he even casually called that little man over!"

Seeing that the person writing on the opposite side didn't respond, he couldn't help but straighten up and lean into his ear. He turned into a Q version, and said in a dissatisfied voice with a puffed face and a drawn out voice: "I said Ah, sir! Are you listening!"

The man he called "Mr. Qing" tilted his head slightly, avoiding his hot breath, and took a look at him.

He is undoubtedly a very handsome man, with a tall nose bridge and fair skin, his dark eyes are as deep as an abyss, and no light can see through.

The breath on his body was calm and clear. He read medical literature in English with his mobile phone in one hand, and took notes casually with a pen in the other.

This is the underground doctor who has gradually gained fame in Yokohama in recent years. People who come to this clinic respectfully call him "Mr. Qing".

At this moment, the man quietly stared at the young man who was close at hand, his face was expressionless so that no emotion could be seen.

The young man in front of him was a very handsome man.He has black slightly curly hair, looks very soft, his right eye is wrapped in a bandage, his cheeks still have some baby fat, his skin is pale and delicate, and looks fragile, even with a childish expression now, he is outstanding There is no way to hide his appearance.

At this moment, there was a childlike dissatisfaction on his face, and his eyes turned aside in a tantrum like a Q-version villain in a comic, as if he was really jealous of the different treatment of men.

Looking at it now, he really looks like a headstrong 15-year-old with only a little intelligence.

...The premise is that you don't look at the too cruel and dark corner of his heart.

Fei Shi thought about this, and said indifferently: "You obviously pushed away Zhongye on purpose, why are you still dissatisfied here?"

"Hey... sir, did you see that I did it?"

Osamu Dazai put away his coquettish expression, lay down on the spacious desk, rested his face on his hands in his spare time, and stared at Feishi with a smile.

Fei Shi was noncommittal: "I don't believe that child will send me such an outrageous message."

"Well, you can just say that I was the one who escaped." Osamu Dazai curled his lips, dexterously stood up, and looked left and right in the clinic curiously.

Fei Shi squinted at the new bandage on his neck, and asked in a calm voice, "What's the matter with the neck?"

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned around, followed Fei Shi's gaze to his own neck, his kite-colored eyes suddenly curved beautifully, he closed his slender middle finger and thumb, and frivolously tugged at the bandage on it.

"This? This is because when I passed by the library before, I fell in love with a beam with a literary atmosphere, and I hung myself up in excitement!"

After he finished talking happily, he showed some dissatisfaction and annoyance: "But the quality of the belt I used is really bad. It broke in two before I died, which is really disappointing."

Fei Shi looked at him silently for a while, and did not say something like "Are you kidding me" like most other people, but calmly pointed out doubts: "In that case, your cervical spine should have slight pain. Just dislocate, and the sound will be affected."

His eyes wandered over the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's neck, and he spoke again after a while: "You didn't use your belt to commit suicide, but did you use some other sharp weapon?"

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and his smile suddenly deepened a lot.

"That's why I like Mr.!" He confessed cheerfully, and came to Fei Shi from the desk in the blink of an eye, sitting on the desk with two straight legs hanging down, lowering his head and sitting closer In the later Feishi, it was so close that his forehead was almost touching him.

Feishi's expression didn't change at all, he was indifferent to Osamu Dazai's confession, and he didn't show any resistance to the too close distance and unfavorable posture. Hands, hands crossed in front of the abdomen, looking up calmly at the boy's crooked eyes.

The afternoon sun illuminated his profile.

——I am afraid no one can resist the beauty of this person.

Dazai Osamu looked at him, once again clearly aware of this.

The mother with a very thick filter in the world once stamped her own seal, saying that her son has a charm that her husband she has been chasing for more than ten years can't match.

But in fact it is true, even with the same face, Fei Shi, who is favored by the heavens, still has a unique aura around his body, making his appearance at this moment look dazzling and unlike ordinary people, and can easily confuse people's hearts.

No one can not be attracted to him.

Osamu Dazai looked at the perfect face so close at hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and spoke very softly:

"Mr. Mystery, who suddenly appeared, no one knows where you come from. With this small neutral clinic, the information collected from patients includes the mafia, military police, gangsters and heroes. Those secrets let you know where you are in the underground world. No one can shake the position."

"You are not only superb in medical skills, but also proficient in tea ceremony and history. You also have a deep research on intelligence, and you have an outstanding complexion. How many people want your life, and how many people just want you... The most important thing is , you are one of the few people who believes that I am trying to kill myself."

As he spoke, his lowered voice gradually disappeared, and the distance between him and the man seemed to be getting closer: "...How can such a Mr. Qing not please me?"

Fei Shi half-closed his eyelids, glanced at the young man's slightly pale cherry pink lips, and after a long time, he casually said: "Don't lie anymore, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's slight smile remained unchanged, as if wearing a mask: "Huh? Why do you say that, sir?"

Fei Shi raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were indifferent: "How could you like me. You don't even like human beings."

He has already seen clearly that the young man in front of him has long been extremely desperate for human beings, his soul is broken and lonely, and his heart is as barren as barren grass.

but.

Fei Shi looked at the boy's blank expression suddenly, his face was calm and even gentle.

This child who is independent from the crowd is, to some extent, very similar to him.

But they are different.

Osamu Dazai is constantly trying to commit suicide, but the expression he occasionally shows in a corner where there is no one is more like a crying child.

While he is afraid of human beings, he also desires the salvation of human beings more than anyone else.

How strange, Osamu Dazai.

For children, it is better to show a more relaxed expression.

Of course, it would be better if there were not so many calculations.

Thinking of this, Fei Shi looked at Osamu Dazai, and suddenly breathed out a silent breath: "That's why I don't like you and your instructor. Talking to you is more difficult than fighting the enemy."

Osamu Dazai was taken aback, then forced a smile and said, "Huh? Why?"

Fei Shi squinted at him: "From the time you entered the door until now, including the bragging just now, you are just trying to tempt me on behalf of Mori Ogai, right? Sending Chuya away is just an excuse, after all, the child is to some extent It's pretty straightforward."

He stared at the silent Dazai Osamu for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "That's why I only send messages to Chuya."

He is not good at dealing with people's emotions, and his coping method is to guess other people's psychology through micro-expressions and take actions based on them. As a result, the two Hong Kong black foxes, Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai, are hiding more tightly than the other. Can't figure out what they are thinking.

What a headache.

Osamu Dazai's expression changed slightly when he heard Fei Shi say such words indifferently.

There was no smile in his dark pupils, he stared at Fei Shi for a while, his eyes deepened, and then he suddenly smiled: "So Mr. Qing is not willing to join the port mafia?"

Fei Shi nodded without hesitation: "I solemnly refuse."

"Well, that's a pity."

Osamu Dazai straightened up, shrugged regretfully, his face changed in the next second, he pulled out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and stopped twitching and pretending to cry: "But sir, it really breaks my heart to say that about someone's confession Already!"

His style of painting changed so quickly that it was almost unexpected.

Fei Shi: "..."

"But." The boy's misty voice suddenly confirmed, and he turned his head to look at Fei Shi intently, his calm reflection reflected in his gentle pupils.

"One sentence in what I just said is not a lie."

Fei Shi was taken aback.

The clinic, which smelled of disinfectant, fell into silence.

The slender boy propped one hand on the table, leaned closer to Fei Shi, stared at his face that hadn't changed much from the original except for the color of his hair and eyes, and the tips of his ears were turning red unconsciously.

With an unknown smile in his eyes, he slowly lowered his head and kissed him gently and carefully.

"Now, sir."

"In this way, will I be able to know your real name?"

Osamu Dazai, the ability——

【Human disqualification】.