Today I also want to resign from Hong Kong black

Komatsu Rinna paused, raised her eyes and glanced at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

I saw fine cracks appearing on the street, like a defeated monster in an online game, it began to turn into data and fly into the air.

"This is……"

What tech?

Rina Komatsu unconsciously raised her hand to touch the glass window, as if trying to touch the existence of those spots that were turning into pixels.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also wearing a windbreaker, and also stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his brows were tightly locked, and a few tyrannical emotions flashed in his cobalt blue eyes.

Such a scene is simply unheard of.

Could it be that Bai Lan?At this time... the attack on Yokohama? !

It's just... Such a scene doesn't seem like it's purely for snatching something, but it seems to want to move the city of Yokohama to ashes.

The concrete transformation of the city has become slower, and most people seem to be unaware of this loss, and they are still working step by step.

The streets are normal, except for those crumbling blobs of pixels.

"It's a miraculous exhibition." Osamu Dazai narrowed his kite-colored eyes slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly like a butterfly fluttering, "Rinna, are you ready?"

"Eh?"

Rina Komatsu didn't follow his thoughts at all, and saw Osamu Dazai winking playfully at herself.

In the next second, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him were suddenly shattered. Osamu Dazai pulled Komatsu Rina over, protected her in his arms, and jumped down from the height in such an arrogant manner.

"Varied"

In an instant, the adrenaline soared rapidly, the heart beat like a drum, and the feeling of weightlessness soon lingered, and there was a feeling that I really wanted to die with Osamu Dazai.

Mori Ogai behind him didn't speak, and the smile on his face seemed to never change. Komatsu Rinna only saw him turn his head sideways and say something to Nakahara, and he buried himself in Dazai Osamu's arms middle.

There seems to be an inexplicable smell swaying from the tip of the nose, but this is not a good time to imagine.

Just falling down so fearlessly, did Osamu Dazai have a better way?

Otherwise, it would really be a martyrdom! ?

Rina Komatsu raised her head slightly, and met Dazai Osamu's calm and calm eyes. The wind that fell suddenly was a bit strong, and his clear eyes were filled with a little water, making them look softer up.

"Dazai..."

In the sky, there was no extra time for thinking. In the blink of an eye, they were infinitely close to the ground.

"Extraordinary ability - Do-it-yourself Yinke."

As if premeditated, Kunikida Doppo raised his head to look up at the two falling like star points, and used his ability in a timely manner.

There was obviously no one and nothing below, and before reaching the ground, something soft had hit her. Osamu Dazai was protecting her, and the two of them rolled over and fell off the invisible air cushion.

Rinna Komatsu suddenly realized that it was Junichiro Tanizaki's supernatural ability, Miyuki, that came in handy at this time.

It's just that now is not the time to reminisce about the old days. Many people poured out of the gate of the port mafia on the side like a file. They came straight to them in an orderly manner, and they were about to form an encirclement circle.

"Let's start running, Rinna."

Osamu Dazai reminded with a chuckle, let go of Rina Komatsu and took a half step back, with one hand in his pocket, the exposed bandage gently brushed his face with his raised hand.

Rina Komatsu: ...

With a few helpless sighs, Rina Komatsu smiled at Osamu Dazai: "Okay."

Such a rare and blood-boiling moment, if not for Dazai Osamu, would be really rare in three lives.

"Mr. Dazai, Rinna, this way."

Tanizaki Junichiro's voice came from beside him, but he was heard but not the person, but the two of them found his position very closely, and were soon surrounded by Miyuki, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone in the port mafia.

"Master Dazai...why?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was a step late, and the black beast behind him only had time to go to the empty front, and it seemed to be in vain to gather momentum, but of course it didn't touch anything.

"Go around and see if there is any suspicious car passing by."

He clenched his hands into fists, his gray eyes were cold and stern, but he gave orders to his subordinates in an orderly manner, and quickly arranged everything.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa raised his head, and the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows of the high office became extremely clear at this time, and it seemed that the scarf worn by the leader could be vaguely seen rising with the gust of wind.

He never understood why Osamu Dazai left the Port Mafia.

What is even more incomprehensible is why he jumped out of the window and ran away in such a vigorous way after he came back and hadn't talked with Mori Ogai for a long time.

It was even more grand than when he defected to the port mafia at that time.

He withdrew his gaze, the Rashomon behind him no longer opened wide, curled back, and fell quietly beside him like a harmless ordinary belt.

……

"Ogai-sama, why don't you let Chuya go after him?"

Seeing Nakahara Nakaya turn around and leave the empty office, Ozaki Koyo walked in slowly, holding his own oiled paper umbrella, and asked.

Mori Ogai's gaze shifted from the window to her, his purplish red eyes were calm, restraining all expressions that were easy to be seen.

He slightly bent the corners of his lips: "It's not yet time for Chuya-kun to appear on the stage."

Koyo Ozaki raised her eyes slightly, a flash of comprehension flashed in her red eyes, she no longer asked about Mori Ogai, and only turned her gaze to the broken window.

"The appearance of Dazai is truly astonishing."

Mori Ogai was noncommittal: "Dazai-kun is clever, and always guesses the meaning of others simply. It's a pity that such a person cannot stay in our port mafia."

Koyo Ozaki smiled but said nothing, did not echo Mori Ogai's words, but said plainly: "Master Ogai is fine, naturally it is the best."

"Hongye, let the people below get ready."

"Yes, Ogai-sama."

After being quiet for a while, Mori Ogai spoke with a chill in his tone, and gave orders to Ozaki Koyo with a blank expression.

Koye Ozaki responded softly, and quickly exited the room and walked outside.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also leaning against the wall, half-closed his eyes, slightly covering those cobalt blue eyes that were as gorgeous as jewels, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Hongye Ozaki come out, he stood up straight and asked, "Sister Hongye, what does the leader plan to do?"

"Chuya." Koye Ozaki called him calmly, and said as he walked, "Master Ogai means... there is going to be a hard battle to be fought. Go prepare first, don't worry, you will naturally be our port mafia The biggest killing move."

"Big Sister Hongye..." That wasn't what he was worried about.

Without any warning just now, Osamu Dazai suddenly took Rina Komatsu and fell down. Such a height is undoubtedly shocking.

A red light flashed slightly in Nakahara Nakaya's eyes, and subconsciously wanted to use gravity to stop them, but Mori Ogai raised his hand and gently held them down.

"leader?"

Mori Ogai did not speak, but looked at the falling Dazai Osamu and Komatsu Rina with a faint smile, and said mysteriously: "Chuya, the sky in Yokohama is about to change."

Although Zhongyuan Zhong has been inclined to crush everything by force because of his strength, it does not mean that he is a fool.

As soon as Mori Ogai's words came out of his mouth, he understood why Osamu Dazai broke the window suddenly and ran away with Rina Komatsu.

The cobalt blue eyes raised slightly, and looked at the black-haired man in front of him who couldn't see the castle clearly. Nakahara Chu was also thoughtful, and quickly left the room following Mori Ogai's words, but stayed Waiting for Ozaki Momiji outside.

The leader...Mr. Mori...does he want to keep Rinna?

Although I don't know what everything has to do with her, but from Mori Ogai's point of view, it seems that he has planned to use Komatsu Rina as an excellent bargaining chip.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Dazai Osamu naturally couldn't miss this level, so he jumped straight down with Komatsu Rina.

Like two people at the end of the road... The scene when they jumped down, and the city that is gradually peeling off, seem to fit very well, with a bit of depraved indulgence, like tasting a sour lemon, but you can get a glimpse of honey sweet and greasy.

To put it bluntly, it actually made him want to... just jump down like that regardless.

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave a wry smile, feeling that he was also a little crazy.

He waved his hand and bid farewell to Koyo Ozaki. The windbreaker that was draped over his shoulders swung steadily in a beautiful arc. He touched the half of the glove on his hand, raised his hand to press the brim of his hat, and walked straight to his office go.

Good luck, Dazai, Rinna.

……

"Where are we going now?"

After getting in the car, Rina Komatsu also quickly figured out the relationship, but she was still a little confused about the whereabouts of the car, and couldn't see where it was going.

"Well, maybe I just left Yokohama just like that." Dazai Osamu folded his legs gracefully, and said casually, the smile in the kite eyes gradually dissipated, and was soon covered by a cautious look.

Osamu Dazai said it easily, but Rina Komatsu understood that what happened next was not that simple.

She paused, and quickly called Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The communication signal seems to gradually disintegrate along with the fragmentation of the city. The beeps are intermittent and never ending. Eroded by the general.

Rina Komatsu was a little anxious, and she unconsciously clenched the phone with her fingers.

Although she didn't say it clearly, she felt vaguely that everything seemed to be inseparable from her.

The matter of Academy City stopping Zhou Fangzun's Sword of Damocles at that time is still lingering in her mind, and the memory of returning Ji Guoyuan to adulthood earlier has gradually become clearer .

As if the barrier had been broken, for the past month, she has been unable to sleep peacefully, and she can always hear a voice calling her in the quiet space in her sleep.

It was a little ethereal, a little cold and cold, and there was an occasional sound of ticking water, and it soon returned to calm.

The voice didn't change, just calling her intimately——

'Rina. '

Like the most intimate half of her body, she unconsciously wants to indulge in it, but her breathing speeds up in an instant, and when she wakes up, she is sweating coldly, feeling as if she has walked through the brink of death.

This is really not a good dream.

If she is the so-called Holy Grail, why can't she control this power by herself?

It is only recorded in the records of the Holy Grail War handed down by magicians, and if it can be found, it is only regarded as a joke-like universal wish-making machine by most people.

The available information is almost zero, and the magicians have their own methods, which can perfectly isolate the spread of news from the Internet, and completely keep the secrets.

Osamu Dazai's attitude towards her has never changed, as before, which somewhat reassures Rina Komatsu.

But, is her body...her soul...really real?

"Hey, is this Rinna?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's clear voice just broke Rinna Komatsu's hopeless reverie. She came back to her senses, her palms felt cold, and she quickly calmed down.

"Gangji-kun, have you seen any strange things in the city again?"

"Strange?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was a little puzzled, and made a slight rubbing sound as if he was stepping on something, followed by the slap of the door being opened.

There was a moment of silence on the microphone, and the boy's firm voice soon came: "Rinna, where are you? My side is starting to collapse, but it seems that it won't cause much harm to people with special abilities. Impact."

Everything in front of them, from people to houses, is not spared, just like data, it disintegrates and shatters, gathering towards the sky.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stretched out his hand, trying to touch the shimmering debris, his fingertips were slightly cold as if flowing water, but he did not change the situation in front of him, nor did he who touched the debris. Then it fell apart.

Sawada Tsunayoshi boldly judged that the disintegration in front of him seemed to be screening, only targeting harmless ordinary humans.

"...It should be what you said." Rina Komatsu naturally figured out the key point quickly. She was slightly silent, and quickly agreed with Sawada Tsunayoshi's statement: "You wait there for a while, we are very happy I'll pick you up soon, Gangji-kun, be careful."

"Okay." Tsunayoshi Sawada and Reborn looked at each other, and quickly hung up the phone.

A golden and clear flame flashed from his forehead, his brown eyes were full of cold brilliance, and Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the person in front of him coldly.

The visitor had a smile on his face, not afraid of the resistance he showed, and greeted him very cordially.

"Gangji-kun, why are you so indifferent?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't have the idea of ​​entanglement with the person in front of him. He condensed the flames in his palm between two or three sentences, and jumped down from a high place, just wanting to hit that person directly.

"That's too much, Tsunayoshi-kun."

……

The fast-moving car suddenly stopped with a sudden brake, and Rinna Komatsu leaned on the wall of the car with one hand, but she still couldn't resist the centrifugal force, and her body was about to hit the other side unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai reached out his hand to support her at the right time, his kite eyes glanced out, but he didn't ask what happened outside.

He held Rina Komatsu's wrist, watched her stand firmly, then let go of the supporting hand, and quickly stood up, patted the windbreaker on his body lightly, and looked at the closed car door with serious eyes.

The percussion sounded quietly, polite and restrained like a gentleman, one after another quite regularly.

"Excuse me, is Miss Rinna here?"

A somewhat sweet and joyful voice sounded from the door, without hesitation going straight to the topic.

The blue-brown eyes paused slightly, and the surroundings seemed so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. Rina Komatsu was slightly in thought, and did not intend to answer.

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, and replied playfully, "Not here."

"Huh? Sir, don't lie to me."

The voice didn't believe it, and the gentleness on the surface quickly turned sharply, with a bit of inhuman cruelty, "Sorry, I believe what I see with my own eyes."

"...Bai clap your hands."

A crisp clap of applause came from outside the door, penetrating like breaking the silence.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling white light mercilessly eroded in from the gap, encroaching on the space behind the door bit by bit.

"Let me see, who is Miss Rinna?"

"Which one, none of them."

Osamu Dazai said in a low voice, his voice was calm and deep, which made the listener feel at ease unconsciously.

The door of the car was opened suddenly, and the purple eyes glanced coldly at the empty compartment in front of him, and he raised his hand expressionlessly to destroy the car. The machine placed in the center of the car started to play again automatically Usually conveying Osamu Dazai's regretful tone.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong, and you have missed the grand prize."

The silver-white hair is slightly curled up, the purple eyes are as cold as emotionless, and the smile on the lips seems to have the same curvature as always.

The marshmallow held in Bai Lan's hand was quickly compressed into an extremely flat shape. Without changing his expression, he put the flat marshmallow into his mouth with a smile, calmly feeling the sweet touch of the sugar melting in his mouth.

"Is it Dazai-kun, I remember you."

Although it is a recording that will not receive a response, he attaches great importance to replying to the other party seriously.

He raised his hand, threw the marshmallow in his hand as if he was casually throwing it into the hands of his subordinates, turned around and walked away with light steps, the smile on his face finally disintegrated for a moment.

The car behind him slammed, and was soon surrounded by fierce flames, burning the car body, and soon exploded like a chain reaction.

Osamu Dazai turned around and looked at Rina Komatsu with a smile: "Get out of the car, Rinna."

Rina Komatsu closed the phone in her hand, eyes full of trust, opened the door and got out of the car.

What came into view was an old cathedral-like place. There was no one in the huge empty space, only a few rows of seats were placed desertedly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his arms around his chest, and when he heard her coming, he calmly raised his eyes.

"Here we are, let's start planning."

……

In the space shrouded in darkness, at a glance, there are overlapping and complicated spaces everywhere, and it is difficult to tell where the real ground is.

The house is isolated from the ground, and the corridor hangs overhead. No matter how many times you have been here, you will still be slightly surprised by the wonderful scene in front of you.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky lowered his eyes slightly, his empty purple eyes were heartless and lifeless, as if they were lifeless.

He was still wearing his white soft hat, and he looked a little cute. His soft black hair hung down on the side of his face, making his fair skin more delicate and fragile.

Fyodor looked fragile, as if he would die soon.

"Fyodor."

Guiwu Tsuji looked at him indifferently, his scarlet pupils were full of resentment-like anger, his right hand was tightly clenched, and the veins protruded indistinctly.

If it wasn't for the fact that this person's ability was too weird, and he needed to cooperate with this Russian, otherwise, Guiwu Tsuji only wanted him to be unable to leave this infinite city that never saw the sun.

In the last attack, according to Fyodor's instructions, he dispatched two generals under his command, but they were all wiped out in the city.

Ji Guoyuan... That man actually came back again.

Originally thought it was just a false rumor from the ghost killing team, but the memory of Hei Simou before his death was transmitted to him very clearly.

That man...was really resurrected.

Why?Obviously just a human being? !

Why can he return to the world in such a healthy state after being dead for so many years? !

And so nonchalant...

Gui Wu Tsuji is full of thoughts of escape, if Fyodor Dostoevsky tells him that there is a way to win, and he is as obsessed as a ghost, he really can't let go of this last before success After a little suffering, I agreed to cooperate with him again.

Looking at the smiling Fyodor in front of him like this, Onimai Tsuji couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and just wanted to directly break the contract and strangle the Russian in front of him to death.

This smile really annoyed him.

Fyodor Dostoevsky smiled and said: "Mr. Wu Mi, just as I told you, everything will be resolved today."

"I hope this time, you're right."

There was a bit of resentment in Gui Wu Tsuji's eyes, and he wound around Fyodor's body coldly like a tarsal snake, as if he was going to attack him in the next second.

Obviously he is a guy with the same sick body as him, why?

He actually felt a little jealous.

"I also sincerely invite you, and you must come and have a look."

Fyodor bowed slightly, put his hands on his chest, and said goodbye to Onimai Tsuji politely in a gentlemanly manner.

There was a cold light in his scarlet eyes, and the brim of a black hat blocked the light that was originally not obvious, making his eyes even darker.The two sharp teeth on Gui Wu Tsuji's lips slightly exposed, caressing his crimson lips, as if they would pierce through him in the next second.

"Ming girl, let's see off the guests."

After a long time, he spoke softly, and his voice came down lightly with a somewhat elusive and ethereal feeling.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky just smiled, said nothing, and left soon after the naruto played the lute.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou stared quietly at the empty covered bridge, he began to hesitate a bit, is it right to do so in order to obtain the so-called omnipotent thing?

Compared with searching for the Bana flower without any news, the Holy Grail in front of me is undoubtedly a closer and easier item to obtain.

He darkened his eyes and quickly stabilized his inner decision.

As long as he can freely appear in the sun, even Ji Guoyuan has nothing to fear.

Even the wounds he left still burned him all the time.

……

"Fei Jia, it's you."

Seeing the person behind him, the white-haired young man who was playing with the cotton candy spoke happily, his tone full of familiarity with the person behind him.

"How are things going over there?"

"It's going well, that gentleman is indeed beautiful."

Fyodor Dostoevsky took off the cloak on his body, put on another cloak handed over by Ivan next to him, and discarded the cloak casually with a bit of disgust.

"It's dirty, Ivan, destroy it on the spot."

With an indelible decay and stench, the existence of ghosts is really troublesome for him, but even after living for such a long time, is there only an ordinary desire to live in his mind?

However, there is actually no difference between his pursuit and that of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

It's all just despicable thoughts born out of their own desires.

"Yes, Master."

Ivan looked at him with a look of madness in his eyes. After bowing down respectfully, he reluctantly lit a fire and began to burn the white cloak that was still spotless.

"Fei Jia always wears thick clothes." Brandon Jesso said vaguely while putting cotton candy in his mouth.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky smiled, and said mercilessly: "Mr. Bai Lan, don't call me that, I'm not friendly to you yet?"

"Well, aren't we all friendly partners? Aren't your wishes and mine very similar?" Bailan Jesso smiled, not afraid of this man's venomous and direct words, and answered him invulnerably.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky sat down beside him, raised his legs gracefully, took the coffee cup from Ivan's hand, blew it slightly and put it in his mouth, before slowly opening his mouth: "Similar? It's just similar."

He didn't answer, but asked again: "What do you think, Mr. Bai Lan?"

"Black tea, can I have a cup?"

Bailan Jesso didn't answer him, but raised the empty cup beside him with a smile, and asked Ivan.

Fyodor didn't expect his reply either, he took a sip of the bitter coffee in the cup, put it back into the coaster, and just quietly stared at the shimmering screen in front of him.

The show is about to begin.