[Comprehensive] Hei Shijae also wants to fall in love! ! !

"Chung Ye!!!"

When the hands of the two separated, the feeling of weightlessness instantly eroded Chuya Nakahara's whole body.

Dazai Osamu's desperate roar echoed in his ears, and the distance between the two gradually widened.

The biting cold wind blew across his cheeks, and his expression froze for a moment.

The anesthetic injected into his body took effect, his hands and feet could not move at all, and his ability was temporarily blocked.

For him now, all that remains is death.

Before his blurred consciousness was crushed, the last image left in his mind was Osamu Dazai's face that deserved a beating.

Things from the past flashed by like a rush.

Forget it.

At least, he owes nothing to anyone.

That guy Dazai should come to collect his body.

It's really uncomfortable to think about it, when I am the most embarrassed when my mortal enemy sees me.

Oh, what a shame.

——One year after the fall of Chuya in the Central Plains——

The thunderstorm incident has been completely resolved, and the whole of Yokohama has been relatively stable for a while.

The business of the mafia is also getting bigger and bigger, making money every day.

And during this year, everyone in the mafia knew that their cadre, Mr. Osamu Dazai, was in a bad mood.

And when he is generally in a bad mood, apart from being keen on diving, climbing stairs to the limit, and challenging the degree of bending, he also likes to find trouble for others.

Therefore, except for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who took the initiative as a sandbag, and the leader of the mafia, Mori Ogai, no one else dared to meet Dazai Osamu.

Nakahara Chuya...

When a certain black briquette dog ran back with difficulty on its four short legs, the certain dog expressed its satisfaction at Osamu Dazai's performance.

At least, she still has a little conscience, and knows how to feel sad for him.

The swarthy dog ​​with cobalt-blue eyes deep in the sea and who walks with his head held high is a short-legged corgi.

It nimbly shuttled through the sea of ​​cars, and its four short legs were flipping around at a fast speed.

at last.

It returned to Yokohama alive, and came to the gate of the Mafia. Everything familiar here gave Zhongyuan a feeling of returning to his home field.

He is the King of Gravity, and he is still the Chuya of the Central Plains who made the enemy fearful.

He is a cadre of the mafia; he is the most powerful ruler of the entire Yokohama ability!

Feeling hot and passionate, the little black Corgi stepped on the white wall with one paw, leaving five marks on it with his sharp claws, then stretched his neck and roared loudly.

"—Wow!"

"—Wow!!!"

Snapped!

A small stone hit Corgi's belly, and a man in black, who looked like a bodyguard, came over and waved his fist at it, cursing, "Smelly dog! Go pee elsewhere!"

"It's really unqualified!"

"..."

This little Corgi, who was only the size of a fist, felt that he had been humiliated. He raised his claws and hammered the ground heavily, then opened his 'bloody mouth' and rushed towards the man.

"Wang! Wang Wang Wang!"

"Hiss." The black-clothed bodyguard sucked a few breaths of pain after being bitten on the hand.

He grabbed Corgi's neck and threw it out violently, as if feeling puzzled, he picked up a brick beside him and threw it at him: "It really deserves a beating!"

Little Corgi's head fell to the ground and he lost consciousness.

A big gash was bitten out of the bodyguard's hand in black, blood flowed horizontally, and even the white bones inside showed shadows.

Panicked, he took out the knife from his pocket and walked towards Corgi who was unconscious on the ground.

Knife up and down.

The bodyguard in black was unsteady, and took a few steps back one after another, his voice trembling, and he looked at the man in front of him in horror.

"Too, Dazai-sama, I—"

"Shh."

Osamu Dazai frowned in dissatisfaction, and said blankly: "It really hurts."

"Master Dazai, I—"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand in dissatisfaction, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out."

"Yes Yes!"

The black-clothed bodyguard scrambled away as if he had been pardoned.

Osamu Dazai simply sat on the ground, and lightly kicked the dog's head with his foot: "Hey, can you stand up by yourself?"

There was no movement.

"Hey, I'm not in the habit of hugging dogs."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands helplessly, staring at the poor dying corgi, and said with an innocent face: "How about I kick you away, okay?"

"Wang~"

The little Corgi let out a weak cry, lying weakly on the ground, licking the wound on his body, looking weak and innocent.

"Alive?" Osamu Dazai took out a stack of bandages from his pocket, bandaged the wound on his hand a few times casually, then tore off a large piece, and roughly wrapped it around Corgi's stomach a few times , said regretfully: "It's really a pitiful dog."

"Wang~"

Corgi yelled, and it was extremely weak, and closed its eyes slightly. He still chose to believe in his former partner, even though the last time he died tragically because of his wrong plan.

He's not angry, not at all!

Either it was falling from a tall building hundreds of meters away, or it was falling into bones, or it was just waking up to find that he was a dog, or it was just a black short-legged corgi, or it was just falling from Tokyo. If you come here, you will be beaten.

Hehe, what a joke, he has a big heart, and he never gets angry over such trivial matters, never!

The long-term strenuous exercise, coupled with the wrestling with someone just now, caused the little Corgi, who hadn't eaten for a few days, to completely pass out.

In the haze, his last residual consciousness was - throw that black-clothed bodyguard into the kennel some other day, the kind that can only eat dog food every day!

In a daze, it felt that its four paws seemed to have left the ground. The fear of being out of gravity made it a little panicked, and its whole body seemed to be imprisoned in a certain furnace, which was very hot.

——Inside the Mafia——

"..."

"Dazai-kun?"

"what?"

Mori Ogai frowned and looked at the white spherical unknown object behind the boy.

An... unidentified object similar to fried shrimp balls, with a snow-white bandage on the outside, four short legs exposed underneath, and a black head on top.

"Oh." Osamu Dazai moved his shoulders and said seriously, "I'm saving it."

"You're obviously hurting it!" Alice said angrily while hiding behind Mori Ogai.

"Oh? Little Alice~" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually enlarged, and his facial expression gradually distorted.

"..."

Alice was stunned for a moment, then hugged Mori Ogai's thigh, crying hoarsely: "Woo, woo! Rintaro, woo!"

"Cut, it's boring."

Osamu Dazai returned to the office with his bandage ball.