I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

Pushing open the door, the diagnostic room outside was well-equipped with a stethoscope, thermometer, tongue depressor, and medicine cabinet. The only discord in the whole room was the black-haired man in a white coat.

He was sitting at the diagnostic table dishonestly, slurping noodles, and when he heard the door being pushed and looked over, he also looked dull, looking stupid.

But Dazai didn't express his opinion. In fact, everyone who knew this child felt that he had a headache, his personality was selfish, and he was quite indifferent to people or things he was not interested in. When someone came back from a long trip, he specially gave him a brush, but he casually threw it aside.

So what does he really think of this seemingly unprofessional, underground doctor who looks like a down-and-out quack doctor.

He is more concerned about another matter now: "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but I still want to tell you that my wallet seemed to wash away when it entered the water."

Well-bred, or as long as he is willing to pretend, he will not reveal his true nature in front of strangers.

The doctor blinked and sucked the noodles into his mouth with a sizzle: "Don't be sorry, Mr. Xiao, the kind person who brought you here has paid for your medical expenses."

Having said that, he showed a slightly weird expression, as if he wanted to laugh but held back.

"He obviously told him after the examination that you are in good health and it doesn't matter if you sleep on the street, but he still left double the fee for me to put you in a hospital bed."

He glanced at Dazai with a smile on his face: "Otherwise I wouldn't waste the tight medical resources—there are only two beds in total, and the patient needs to be operated on, so I found a bed in the utility room for you to change into a hospital bed." It took a long time to turn out the quilt."

Dazai's eyes moved, he looked at Mori Ogai without emotion, and made a slightly sinister smirk: "That's really hard work for you, doctor. It seems that I have to thank that benefactor."

"Be sure to tell me his name."

Mori Ogai stroked his stubbled chin: "But I don't know his name, he's a kid I've never seen before, but he has orange hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes, and he's tall,"

He glanced at Dazai, pinching the air with his right thumb and index finger, making a knuckle-width comparison, "Slightly shorter than you."

"I see, thank you." Dazai nodded and turned to leave.

"Hey, young man, I think you have no place to go, why don't you stay here? There just happens to be a job here."

Dazai turned his head sideways, squinted his eyes, looked at the sincere expression on the doctor's face, and suddenly tilted his head cutely, showing a super cute smile.

The words he said pierced the other person's chest like a sharp sword: "You look like a child trafficker, uncle."

The smile on the doctor's face froze, and then he looked at the boy with a slightly restrained expression.

At first glance, he was just a thin, pale and handsome child. Although his eyes were slightly empty and defiant, he didn't find the "disgusting feeling" that made Alice avoid it.

Could it be that he is just extra sensitive to danger?

After all, Mori Ogai feels that his expression is in place, and theoretically it will not arouse the vigilance of the other party.

So he planned to try again, and sighed helplessly, like treating an ignorant child, he said bitterly: "Don't think of people so badly, if you have a place to go, you can use my phone number here to call The family will pick you up."

"So the doctor is a good person?" Dazai looked at him with a suddenly enlightened expression, "But I am underage after all, so you want to adopt me?"

Mori Ogai twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile and said, "If you can be self-reliant, you should work by yourself."

"What~what~, the doctor really has fake kindness," Dazai immediately changed his face, the corners of his mouth curled up in disappointment, his eyes looked contemptuous, it seemed that he regarded the other party as a liar.

He waved his hand and refused, "It's fine if you work. The Yokohama gangsters are rampant. I'm just an ordinary boy. Although I don't cherish my life very much, I still feel uncomfortable if I am tricked into being cannon fodder."

Mori Ogai's face froze.

However, the young man who casually told the truth didn't notice it, and instead waved his hand briskly: "Goodbye, doctor, I hope we won't meet again."

Then he turned and left without hesitation.

Mori Owai stared deeply at the wooden door closed behind the boy, not knowing what plan he was planning.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the girl's chuckle suddenly sounded in the diagnosis room.

"It's disgusting, Rintaro, it's better to throw it away after using it."

The man in the white coat broke his skills in a second, and rubbed against the blond girl with a sullen face, begging for comfort: "Alice-chan~ My heart hurts so much, I want Alice-chan to rub it."

"I don't want it, Lin Taro is too disgusting!"

"Oh, I'm really going to die of pain."

"You deserve it! Then you go to die!"

"Wow, Alice-chan is too much, but I can only forgive you for being so cute!"

"Hmph, of course I'm the cutest."

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Dazai walked out of the bungalow, his eyes were dazzled by the light outside, and then he saw the messy scene in his field of vision.

It doesn't mean that the environment is messy, doctors have a high status in the underground world, and the clinic is located in a neutral zone, which is also a rare truce zone, so the streets are fairly clean.

But there are things in this world that most people don't see.

Evil aura representing evil thoughts, toxin-rich miasma, evil aura from monsters, blood aura caused by killing... Most of them are black and red in different shades, only a few pure spiritual power exudes a gentle white light, mixed with Floating in the air, people with stronger spiritual power can see more clearly.

Unfortunately, Dazai is the type of person who sees very clearly. For him, this is equivalent to enduring the pain of vision pollution every moment. Everything he sees will be smeared with a thick layer of gloom. tone.

Near the doctor's clinic, the evil aura and blood are thick and messy, like fried tomatoes.

Fortunately, he has gotten used to it over the years.

"The suburbs of Yokohama..." Dazai let out a sigh of inaudible emotion, and walked unsteadily.