I have special resignation skills

Shino was stunned for a moment, but heard a muffled groan behind him.

It turned out to be the black-haired boy, and it was the first time Mao saw his face head-on. It was different from the yellow and thin complexion of most slum children, and he was paler and sicker on this basis.

The black hair hangs down on both sides of the cheeks, gradually turning white, like a black forest in the snow.

At this moment, he was raising his head and baring his teeth, his blood-red gums were exposed, and his facial muscles were tense, making his delicate face look a bit hideous.

His younger sister had been hit on the ground with her face, and her face was covered with black and dirty marks, but there was no bleeding, only a little scratching.Rao even this embarrassed appearance can also see the beauty of the little girl.

The little girl didn't dare to make a sound, she opened her mouth slightly, but in the end she didn't call her brother.

And the young man stood up tremblingly, staring at them with gray eyes, and the hem of his clothes turned into a black beast again and attacked the two of them.

Dazai held Mao with one hand, and put his other hand on Mao's shoulder, pulling her into his arms.

In an instant, the black beast turned into countless bright red circles of light, and the densely packed words shattered and disappeared in the air.

how come……

Dazai sneered, he had completely seen through the other party's inner monologue.He raised his gun and sent the other party a bullet, and then looked at the other party's expression of gritting his teeth and said innocently, "It turns out that I really don't know how to defend."

Osamu Dazai didn't intend to kill him, although the bullet penetrated into the skin, it was a completely insignificant location.Besides, he was able to make a name for himself in the slums, and he had never eaten more than a few bullets.

Hearing what Dazai Osamu said, the boy's pale face was flushed sickly with anger.

Mao turned his attention to the little girl on the ground. The little girl was looking at her brother worriedly, her thin fingers pressed to the ground and her knuckles turned white.

Looking down again at the half-dried blood on her hands, she stretched out her hand to take a handkerchief that Hong Ye gave her, and walked towards the little girl after a moment of hesitation.

Putting his bloody hand behind his back, Zhen Xu squeezed the handkerchief and approached the little girl with a smile, "Wipe it off."

The little girl's vigilant eyes suddenly became subtle.

As the younger sister of the slum [Rabid Dog That Doesn't Bark], as his weakness, the little girl has the ability to distinguish right from wrong and protect herself since she was very young.

She thought that the blond girl was going to follow the same path as the group just now, grab her and use her to threaten her brother.Originally, she was ready to use the jackknife hidden in her bosom to deal with the other party.

Watching the little girl's hand that had been quietly extended to the inside of her clothes stop, Mao squatted and stepped forward a little bit, but maintained a very safe position.Like abducting a small wild animal, carefully throw out the bait and watch from a distance.

Under the little girl's messy black hair was a pair of bright black pupils, which reminded her of Aoi whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Since that day, Aoi has been stimulated to work hard, and she no longer clings to her side all the time.

"What do you know!" The boy roared, the hem of his clothes hanging on the ground moved slightly, and sharp black thorns came up from the ground.

But these were all useless efforts, and they all turned into bubbles after meeting Dazai.

Dazai glanced at Mao, who had abducted the small animal, bent down and took a gun to the boy's chin to force him to raise his head: "It's this move again. In a chess game, the opponent who can't change his moves is the most boring, and also the weakest of."

"Of course, dogs with brains smaller than those of slugs are still quite rare."

The little girl was attracted by her brother's shouting, and she put her hands on the ground, as if she wanted to stand up to protect her brother, even if it was to block a bullet for him.

"You know that's irrational." Mao's expression remained unchanged, and he just pressed her hand.

Mao understood the little girl's state of mind, but she couldn't let the little girl disturb Dazai's plan.

Although the little girl has more experience and knowledge than her peers, she is still only 11 years old. When facing the threat to the life of her only relative in the world, she still cannot achieve the ideal calmness self-sufficient.

She raised her head to look at Mao, who looked back at her, without a trace of sharpness in her eyes, but those eyes that were clearly thin and autumnal were so strangely gentle, quietly calming down the despair and anxiety in her heart.

What's going on, this is the enemy, she may take out a gun from her arms at any time and kill her.

But why, Yin couldn't refuse this favor that seemed to come from the gods.

"What's your name?"

At that moment, the girl's smiling eyes and the spotless handkerchief handed to her were deeply reflected in the young Yin's heart.

"Silver, Akutagawa silver."

……

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is indeed an excellent mafia, and this is only in terms of violence.

He is like a vicious dog, continuing his name in the slums, but changing the prefix, he has become a vicious dog of Hong Kong and black.When encountering an enemy, it will fiercely pounce on and bite the opponent's flesh and blood, and skillfully bite off the opponent's throat.

After being "taught" by Dazai, Akutagawa completely changed his appearance. He fanatically wanted to be affirmed by Osamu Dazai, and then treated the enemy even more fiercely.As long as he is labeled as an "enemy" creature in his eyes, no matter whether it is a human or a dog, he will kill it mercilessly.

On this day, Osamu Dazai cheated on his subordinates again, and met an unexpected person while wandering by the river.

"sunflower."

The handsome black-haired man turned around and bowed respectfully to say hello: "Master Dazai."

Osamu Dazai acted like a good boss who cared about his subordinates at this moment, he asked, "Why don't you follow Maou?"

Aoi is taller than Dazai, he nodded slightly: "Master Mao's hope is what I pursue now, and Master Mao will always be the reason for me to do everything."

Osamu Dazai leaned back against the railing, and smiled when he heard his words.He seemed to want to say something to Aoi, but then closed his mouth again.

Aoi still doesn't know Mao's hope for him, and Dazai is happy to see it come true, so why would he remind him.

Mao is not a person who is willing to be bound to the throne and be regarded as a belief by others.

But it's really like a child who hasn't grown up. It's not pleasing to rely too much on Mao.Obviously even Mao has grown up and stopped pestering Miss Hongye, this man is still so naive.

"By the way, you have seen the child that Mao and I picked up in the slums, right?" The boy bent down against the railing, blocking the dazzling sunlight with one hand.

"Not yet, I've heard of it." Aoi is busy with tasks these days. Although he hasn't gone on a business trip abroad, due to the convenience of his space system ability, he is like a multifunctional brick that can be filled wherever he moves. slats.

This also caused him to run around and follow the team to carry out missions non-stop.

The child was only picked up in the past few days, so he should still be settled in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.It made sense that Aoi hadn't seen it yet.

"Then you should go and see him. Mao thinks very much about that child." Dazai smiled, stretching almost half of his body out of the guardrail.

Very... important?

The man still bowed his head, but slowly clenched his hands, and the well-manicured nails could sting his palms.

Master Mao...

Dazai stopped looking at him.He put his hands over his eyes, and the white of the bandage faded to black in his field of vision.

"thump."

Aoi who heard the sound suddenly raised her head: "Master Dazai!"

Almost at the same time that Dazai fell into the water, a group of low-level gangsters rushed out of the corner, and jumped into the water one by one like dumpling, and swam to Dazai to pull him ashore.

The whole process is smooth and smooth.

Aoi stared blankly at this scene.

The black suit next to him wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and muttered in a low voice, "Fortunately, Master Mao is here." Otherwise, they would have to fly again on this mission.

Aoi looked at the boy who had just been fished up with wet hair. The latter was squeezing the water from his clothes, leaving a string of footprints on the dry ground.

He had heard of that kid.An overbearing supernatural being was picked up from the slum by Dazai and Master Shino together.He didn't seem to know that there is such a thing as shooting the top bird with a gun. As soon as he joined Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, he crazily completed the task and was promoted in just a few weeks.

However, no gun dared to shoot the bird. Just thinking about the seriousness of the consequences made everyone shudder.

Everyone in Hong Kong and Black is very busy, and they are not gossips.Aoi, who is not very gregarious, didn't know these things until she heard her subordinates mention them occasionally.

From this we can also see the sensational nature of the newcomers.

He doesn't care about that person's strength or the degree of topic being discussed by everyone. For him now, he only wants to improve his strength until he can stand with that adult.

There has never been any unexplained sudden attention, everything is because of the connection between the famous newcomer and the name Mao Watanabe.

You have to work harder and harder to catch up with Master Mao's pace.

The man turned and left.

Dazai wiped his face, and looked away from Aoi's leaving back.

After groping in his pocket for a while, he pulled out a discarded mobile phone that was soaked in water.Handing the mobile phone to his subordinates at the side, Osamu Dazai walked up slowly.

After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hands vigorously: "Mao, this!"

Mao walked up to Dazai.

"Dazai," she noticed that the wound on his palm was still bleeding, probably because it was scratched out by a sharp stone due to the imperfect position of entering the water: "My lord...why didn't you deal with it?"

"Do you know who I saw just now?" Dazai asked Mao enthusiastically.

"I don't know." Mao's tone was a little offended.

The scratch was so deep that the bandage on the surface was scratched and sunk into the wound.

Dazai didn't care about Mao's tone, he answered himself: "It's Aoi."

Unfolding the bandages, the boy's white wrist was exposed to the sun, and the blue blood vessels looked fragile and soft.What attracted the most attention was the horizontal scars.

Mao lightly touched the scar.

"It's ugly. I was still ignorant back then, thinking that I could die painlessly by cutting my wrists."

Mao looked at him, who was still smiling.

It's hard to imagine what kind of mood such a young man who is afraid of pain cuts his wrist and bleeds over and over again.

He would be in a quiet and dark room with only him alone, watching the sunset gradually approaching the horizon, and then pick up the knife.Or will it be on a sunny morning, taking advantage of the dead leaves brought by the breeze, and picking up the knife.Or it was a dark night with a bright moon, reflecting the moonlight like water, and then picked up the knife.

right?

How would it feel to cut his own skin with the blade himself? Would he groan in pain, would he dislike the coppery smell of blood, would he find it glaring, would he... want to live.

will not.

"...Mao?" The corners of Dazai's raised lips were put down, he looked at the girl who lowered her head and said nothing, and then moved down to his hand.

Indescribable emotions invaded her nerves, and she was caught off guard.Eye sockets are sore.The warm liquid fell vertically onto Dazai's hand because of her lowering her head.

Is it sadness, is it timidity, is it surprise, is it pain, is it joy, is it indignation, is it love, is it... disgusting.

No.

Suddenly, Shino hoped to understand what his teacher - what he wanted to do.