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

The next morning.

The first ray of sunshine scattered from the east, slowly infecting the whole land, and the number of people on the street gradually increased, and hurriedly started their day's journey, in order to survive and live even more.

In the basement of the hotel, because it was too remote and dark, the headlights on the roof were still on.

At the very front of the basement is an electronic screen known as a 'luxurious big bed', with a big face inside, and the person who has been monitoring on the screen should have put his face on the monitor.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to explain the extremely deformed nose.

"Didn't you say you will lose your memory for at least one month?" Miyagawa Masaki collapsed on the sofa with no love, and agreed to 'torture' people together. How could the 'tortured object' recover a super high IQ first.

Who is torturing whom now!

"Maybe, his physical skill structure is different from normal people..." Atsushi Nakajima hesitated.

"Then you can't be so perverted!" Miyagawa Masaki still couldn't restrain the inexplicable emotions in his heart, there were anger and doubts about life, but most of them were jealousy.

Back then, he was wiped out of memory by a traitor, but it took three years of picking up trash before returning to a normal life.

People are more than people, really maddening.

"What now?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

"Isn't it enough to just inject one injection?" Yosano Akiko picked up a large needle tube and flicked it lightly, and the injection liquid scattered on the ground, followed by a faint smell.

"Are you sure—" Atsushi Nakajima asked, "You called him?"

Instead of being pressed to the ground by the blackened Dazai-kun and rubbed hard.

"..."

Yosano Akiko's fingers paused slightly, and Miyagawa who was beside him took the opportunity to sneak over, stretched out his claws and whispered, "Give it to me."

"What do you want this thing for?"

"..."

"Big sister, I'm stepping down for you!" Miyagawa Masaki lowered his voice.

Yosano Akiko glanced at him inexplicably, but still threw the things over: "Whatever you want, anyway, I have plenty."

Looking at the person on the other side of the screen punching the camera, the monitoring screen was covered by snowflakes, and the piercing sound echoed in the empty room.

After confirming his eyes, he is a man who can't be offended.

After hesitating for a moment, Atsushi Nakajima murmured in a low voice: "Dazai-kun doesn't seem to be a broad-minded guy..."

"Narrow-minded, small-minded, penny-pinching?" asked Masaki Miyagawa, who had relatively little contact with Osamu Dazai.

Several people around looked back at him at the same time, but none of them said a word, only nodded with a slight curvature of the head occasionally.

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After Osamu Dazai regained his memory, he went to the shopping mall downstairs to buy new clothes and a large bag of scented bandages. After finishing everything, Osamu Dazai went straight to the basement—the temporary residence of everyone in Yokohama.

Coincidentally, when Kunikida Doppo was the first to emerge from the secret passage in the basement, he happened to meet Osamu Dazai who was holding a bunch of bandages.

Before he could say anything to stop him, he was kicked out by Atsushi Nakajima who followed him.

Next, it was as if a boiling pot opened, and one by one the little sheep jumped into it one after another—clap, clap, bang—

Masaki Miyagawa who came out at the end ended it all with a perfect ass squat.

"..."

After a brief silence, the people behind got back into the ventilation duct in unison, and climbed up with hands and feet, but perhaps the duct was too lubricated. A claw pulled back.

Before he had time to struggle, his body was completely wrapped in white bandages, from feet to head, without a single gap. At the same time, his nostrils were filled with a scent of fragrance.

As the space gradually closed, this smell gradually spread to the whole body along the trachea, the body became stiff, and the consciousness was completely deprived.

One minute later, there were some fresh and delicious large silkworm chrysalis beside the hotel gate. ;

Two minutes later, a garbage truck that had just unloaded excrement drove over;

After 3 minutes, the forklift is in place;

After 4 minutes, the silkworm chrysalis is in place;

For four minutes and 30 seconds, the vehicle is moving toward the only shitfield on the planet.

After tidying up everything, Osamu Dazai returned to the top floor of the hotel to take a shower, then went to the location in the basement, turned on all the surveillance cameras again, and successfully found the location of Chuya Nakahara.

When he was about to leave, he received a call from another planet - a video call from Ogai Mori and Yukichi Fukuzawa.

Since all the members of his backbone have been hollowed out, no matter it is the Mafia Fossil Detective Agency, it is now a mess. There is no big moth in Yokohama recently, but every "community animal" has been away for a long time, The two of Senfu were really anxious.

Coupled with the lack of news from the crowd for a long time, Mori Ogai took the lead in calling.

beep - beep - beep -

After a few seconds, the call was answered, but neither of the two parties spoke first.

"..."

"cough!"

Mori Ogai over there coughed lightly under Fukuzawa Yukichi's urging.

"cough!!"

"Get out of the way——" Fukuzawa Yukichi snatched the phone over, took a deep breath and coughed violently: "Ahem, cough, cough!!!"

"..."

Still no one responded, Mori Ogai asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Osamu Dazai." The voice of the person over there was low and hoarse, without any emotional ups and downs.

The two people on the other end of the phone looked at each other and turned on the hands-free and recording functions tacitly.

"What about the rest?"

No response.

"..."

"Are you still alive?"

"It is."

"..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Dazai, please speak up if you have something to say. You are all on alien planets now, and you can take care of them more or less."

Mori Ogai: "Yes, Dazai-kun, let's talk about it when we come back, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Impulse is the devil!"

"Can't die."

"..."

"Just don't die."

Fukuzawa Yukichi added anxiously: "Don't be short of arms or legs, they have to go to work when they come back."

beep - beep - beep -

The phone was hung up, and Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi in the villa felt a little complicated.

But people are all on alien planets, and they also have more than enough energy.

After Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, he looked down at the time, and the effects of the medicine for the people on the dung truck had almost passed.

Ignoring the other side, Osamu Dazai went to the dark alley next to the hotel.

There, someone was waiting for him.

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Inside the dung truck.

Miyagawa Masaki, who was the first to wake up, was not because of his powerful body functions, but simply because he was the closest to the cesspit in the car. The strong smell completely overwhelmed the 'elegant' smell, and successfully occupied the body in a short period of time. It touched his whole body inside and out.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Miyagawa Masaki broke through the restraints of his arms, and the two exposed arms were instantly surrounded by an unknown sticky object.

A soft, smelly feeling permeated his whole body. The boy froze in place, and he didn't dare to open his mouth to say anything. He was afraid that if these things entered his mouth, he would go crazy, he would really go crazy!

With his eyes closed and his lips tightly pressed, Miyagawa Masaki stayed where he was for a long time, but there was still no movement around him.

Through the feeling of his body, he can barely know that he is in a moving car.

5 minute later.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Masaki Miyagawa, who was on the verge of collapse, straightened up abruptly and tore off the bandages on his face. Almost at the same time, a large number of sticky surface-shaped unknown objects rushed towards his face. The last line of defense of Chuan's psychology is about to collapse.

When Miyagawa Masaki managed to get out, he saw a pile of silkworm chrysalis lying outside, and boom—it was the sound of heartbreak.

Why, why should he be in the pool? ? ?

"This shit is—" The boy broke free from the bandages on his upper body and climbed out of the pool. The moment he fell to the ground, he realized that his lower body was still clean. Some things had been spilled on the bandages. It can perfectly resist a series of attacks except gas.

However, this cannot make up for his current rage.

"Who is so perverted! Put a snail powder pool in the dung truck?!"

Moreover, the snail powder seems to be quite delicious, and there are a pair of chopsticks next to it, and he can't go out now, the time is very long, and his companions are still in a coma...

If he did something quietly, there shouldn't be anything recorded, after all, he seemed a little hungry.

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Inside the alley.

Yoshioka Ningxi built a shed for herself, with a tattered crib, wet cardboard boxes, and several barrels of unsealed instant noodle boxes. It seemed that she lived in a rather shabby life.

When Osamu Dazai arrived, it happened that Yoshioka Ningxi was sitting cross-legged on the floor, drinking instant noodles. Opposite was a small black and white TV, which occasionally had to be tapped vigorously to keep running.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu, put the instant noodle box on the ground, and wrenched his fingers to recall all the injustices he had suffered these days.

"He 'hurt' me and I'm thrown here for life or death."

"My heart has always been kind, and I never say anything messy, let alone do anything messy, so I need him to apologize to me."

"Besides, how much do you persuade him, it's good for everyone to talk more in the future, it's so hurtful to fight!"

"..."

"And there is—"

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai walked over from under the shadows, took away the things hidden under the bed and at the same time completely destroyed the scarred mattress.

Yoshioka Ningxi:? ? ?

"Hey!"

"Do you need to settle for what you have done?" Dazai Osamu stopped and said without turning his head.

Yoshioka Ningxi silently picked up the instant noodles with pouches on the ground and ate them soullessly.