Today I also want to resign from Hong Kong black

Fyodor Dostoevsky's hand holding the cup paused slightly, the liquid in the cup shook unsteadily, and a few dark brown spots splashed out, falling on Fyodor's fair-skinned face. It's even more obvious and dazzling on the hands.

He lowered his eyes slightly, but curled the corners of his lips: "Ah, look at me, I really don't pay attention."

Bai Lan propped her chin with one hand, followed Fyodor's line of sight, slid across the teacup, and then smiled, "Feyya, you have to look after things."

Fyodor continued to smile, and Bai Lan's smiling face was reflected in his empty purple eyes. He replied: "Naturally, the most important thing is to hold what you want in your own hands. This point, Bai Lan must have You must have thought the same way."

"Hmm ~ Fei Jia is really like a philosopher." Bai Lan smiled indifferently, and changed the subject lightly, "Speaking of which, Fei Jia hasn't seen my six hanging flowers, right? A very powerful person~"

His tone of voice was sweet and greasy, as if he was soaked in a sugar bowl, trying to pull people into the sea of ​​sugar to sink and float together, he was really a little tired and flustered.

Fyodor did not change his face, and smiled politely: "Really, then, I am looking forward to it."

He took out a piece of paper, wiped his knuckles, and stared down at the white paper, which was smudged with dark brown tea, before it seemed to be randomly crumpled into a wrinkled ball and thrown into the trash in the barrel.

Bailan Jesso stared at his movements intently, as if he had discovered something interesting, the smile on his lips deepened, and he tapped the table with his knuckles slightly bent.

There are more and more interesting things.

……

"Dazai, where are we going now?"

Surrounded by desert, but couldn't find a way to go, Kunikida Doppo subconsciously asked Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai was in a daze, as if he didn't hear Kunikida Doppo's voice at all.

Rina...

Staring at the empty desert with kite eyes, he curled up his knuckles and held the sandstone unconsciously, letting it flow away between his knuckles, and repeated this action again and again.

If according to Sawada Tsunayoshi, Komatsu Rina was assigned to another team, then there is still a possibility of meeting him.

only……

Osamu Dazai vaguely felt that Rina Komatsu would not appear in this killing-themed game.It is even possible that she will act as a behind-the-scenes prize-like existence.

"Dazai? Dazai! What are you thinking?" Kunikida Doppo raised his voice slightly, and then he called Dazai Osamu's attention.

It was only then that Osamu Dazai realized that he had been absent-minded for a long time, he was a little out of control, and he was quite surprised, coughed twice as if to cover up, and he looked at Kunikida Doppo.

Just as he was about to say something, the mutation suddenly appeared.

"Kunikida, let's run first."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes dangerously, grabbed the wrists of Doppo Kunikida and Tsunayoshi Sawada without hesitation, and ran away.

The two didn't react for a while, they staggered and ran after him, turning their heads and looking back belatedly.

"Varied"

The storm that gathered from nowhere suddenly began to sweep up, unscrupulously rolling up the sand and gravel on the ground, and it took a while to form a huge sandstorm.

"It seems that it is impossible for us to stay in one place for a long time." Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly, and calmly analyzed: "Although it is very unimaginable to run through a sandstorm, I don't really want to be here Died here with two males. Any ideas other than trying to find cover before the sandstorm catches up?"

Kunikida Doppo paused, his supernatural ability [Dokpo Yinke], although he can create things that are not around him according to his mind, but because of the limitation of paper, the things he can create can only be like The paper on which the text is written is so big, it is really tasteless to use it at this time.

He couldn't think of a way, so he couldn't answer Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu knew Kunikida Doppo's ability, so he looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with a smile.

"Gunji-kun."

As a newcomer who just appeared, he still doesn't know what kind of abilities this Pengo Li's successor has.

According to the gossip that spread, the Italian mafia used a power called flame to fight, and this flame originated from the vitality inside the human body.

At first glance, it sounds a bit dangerous.

He smiled gently, his kite eyes were calm and steady, although the speed of his feet did not decrease, but just looking at his face, he really couldn't see any sense of danger when he was fleeing.

Sawada Tsunayoshi paused, and under Dazai Osamu's sharp interrogation-like gaze, he said, "Well, that, if you don't mind, maybe I can take you off?"

"take off?!"

Kunikida Doppo raised his eyebrows in disbelief. There are no helicopters around, and there are no jets that can help him fly. Could it be that the brown-haired boy in front of him has the ability to give others the power to float in the air?

Sawada Tsunayoshi scratched his face embarrassingly, and explained: "Uh--my flame can maintain soft and rigid propulsion, and the speed should be faster than the sandstorm, but this flame is easy to burn others. It would be much easier if there were ropes and cloth that would act as a parachute."

"Well, for the parachute, it should be fine to use a windbreaker jacket." Dazai Osamu directly accepted Sawada Tsunayoshi's whimsical proposal without any exception, and looked at Kunikida Doppo with a smile: "As for the rope, Kunikida-kun, your ability should be able to make the rope?"

Kunikida Doppo's eyes had some noncommittal questions: "... Dazai."

In the end, he was still defeated under Dazai Osamu's gaze, stopped running with a sudden brake, took out his beloved notebook and began to use his ability.

"—Different ability, [Done Step Yin Ke]."

The sandstorm was still some distance away from them, but the dry wind of the Wild Hunt had already begun to blow around. Osamu Dazai became diligent and actively helped Kunikida Doppo to splice the rope together one by one, waiting for Sawada After Tsunayoshi confirmed that the range was acceptable, Kunikida Doppo stopped his endless manufacturing operations.

"So, Dazai-san, Kunikida-san, are you sure the rope around your waist is fastened?"

Before using the power, the brown-haired boy opened his big eyes and asked softly and timidly.

Osamu Dazai nodded and gave him a thumbs up: "It's totally ok, Tsunayoshi-kun, please take off!"

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, and before he could say anything, he felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, with a bang sound as if he was going to be roasted together, followed by his consciousness as if he was still in place, However, the body moved at a high speed under the pull of the rope.

"Uh-"

Kunikida Doppo discovered for the first time that he was still a little airsick.

Especially this unstable 'machine' that rolls with the scorching wind! !

Osamu Dazai's expression also twitched a little, and he called Kunikida Doppo with a bit of rippling meaning: "Kunikida, you said that this way of suicide should be very romantic~"

"?" Kunikida Doppo just wanted to give Osamu Dazai a shudder, "At this moment, hurry up and empty out the suicide waste water in your mind first."

He didn't want to turn around and care about the life and death of a suicide enthusiast during the battle!

Let their team live in peace, Osamu Dazai! !

Kunikida Doppo silently became mad.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, with his golden brown pupils open, became much calmer and more reticent, and his tone of voice seemed impersonal and businesslike mixed with ice.

He calmly pulled the two people behind him, and flew forward aimlessly. The next second, a blue-green figure appeared in front of him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi controlled the flames to stop steadily in the air, and the hot air brought by the heat blew the simple parachutes on Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo, allowing them to maintain a state of floating in the air.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his lips did not diminish.

The first enemy has appeared.

……

"No matter what your wish is, I can help you realize it."

Like a sweet fruit, the girl's words quietly penetrated into his blood, gradually tightening his heart like a rope.

The suppressed feeling of suffocation was covered up like a dense network of ropes, which made Onimai Tsuji feel like he couldn't breathe for a long time.

He couldn't help wanting to take a big breath, but he remembered the more flat breathing after becoming a ghost. His body was no longer the sick and weak self.

"Whatever wish?" He said, his voice was deep and elegant, as if he had received a good education, but the speed of speaking was somewhat urgent, reflecting the uncontrollable ecstasy and anxiety in his heart.

It's just that he still kept his sanity for a night, and stared at the girl in front of him indifferently with his scarlet eyes, Guiwu Tsuji asked again: "Then, what's the price?"

"The price?" The black-haired girl tilted her head, and put on a dazed gesture. Her pupils, which were originally mixed with greenish-brown, turned black as if they were dyed by fire, or Because of something being drawn out, it became more and more treacherous.

She approached Mumai Tsuji, reaching out her hand to caress his sickly pale side face.

The girl's hand was also bloodless, and it was almost as close to Fumi Tsuji's skin as it was about to merge into one. Blue blood vessels quietly appeared on it, and it seemed that just a light grip could break her apart.

Just from the outside, it is too fragile.

Just like... the one who was bedridden in the past.

Guiwu Tsuji frowned slightly, and irritability began to surge in his eyes. He really didn't like such an uncontrollable existence, but he couldn't bear this sweet temptation.

Rina Komatsu smiled, her eyes sparkling brightly.

"The price is very simple."