I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

"And then? What did you tell him?"

Dazai pried open the canned crab meat and asked casually.

This is the spiritual space, he can appear in the youthful form of the soul body, and the outer body has not yet returned to normal.

"Well, it's delicious..." Atsushi Nakajima buried his head in the bowl that was about the size of his face, and he ate hard.

However, when he heard Dazai's question, he immediately put down the bowl, swallowed the tea and rice in his mouth forcefully, thought about it carefully, and replied seriously: "Mr. Dazai came to the orphanage half a month ago and asked Mr. Dean directly Visit me by name, and predict that I will encounter a life crisis within half a month, and will meet an organization that is willing to accept me."

The place where they are located is a simple but clean and tidy western restaurant. Dazai was recommended by Odasaku to try his curry rice.

Although he only went there once, it was enough for Dazai to reproduce the interior layout exactly in the illusion. After all, in the fantasy space, there is no disqualification in the human world, and Dazai can use his soul power to the maximum.

Other foods were also imitated. The curry rice was too spicy and left a shadow on him, so he didn't show it.

But the next time I go out with Odasaku and see him eat the curry with so many chili peppers without changing his face, Dazai will probably still be curious, so let's try again.

But now, Dazai ate the crab meat near his mouth, and seeing Atsushi Nakajima looking over expectantly, his eyes sparkling like a big cat squatting at his feet begging for praise, he raised his eyebrows, twisted the spoon between his fingers, Holding his chin with one hand, his iris eyes showed a slight smile.

"Good job." Mr. Sen probably had a stomachache again.

The little tiger is simple-minded, and doesn't know what kind of evil plan "Mr. Dazai" is playing in his head. He just feels happy when he hears the praise. There seems to be a tail behind his back, swaying spiritually with the wind.

"How are you mastering your abilities? Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, didn't he do anything to you?" Dazai seemed to be thinking of the catastrophe that this little disciple encountered just a day ago, and asked without any emotion road.

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head obediently: "I practiced that move according to Mr. Dazai's teaching, and my legs turned into tigers so badly, that uncle couldn't catch up with me when I ran away."

But then he asked a little puzzled: "Why did I have to be electrocuted and fainted? Although no matter what kind of injury I suffered, the tiger can heal it, but it still hurts."

Dazai still had a smile on his face, but his tone was unquestionable: "Don't inquire about things that have nothing to do with you, you have great potential, but now you don't have the qualifications to be on the stage reserved for the strong, and it's for your own good to fall asleep. "

Atsushi Nakajima nodded ignorantly.

Dazai then asked, "What do you think of Mr. Mori?"

Atsushi Nakajima froze for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Mori is a bit strange, but he said that the port mafia needs me..."

Although the speaker himself didn't know what he wanted, Dazai heard his desire all at once: "It doesn't matter if you don't think about it, anyway, no one said that you can't quit after joining the port mafia, you can decide for yourself .”

At any rate, it was the disciple he had taught for a few days, and he just quit the mafia. Others had no right to choose this path, but if Atsushi Nakajima wanted to, Dazai could come up with thousands of tricks to help him achieve it at any time, and he would not stay behind. any future troubles.

But this cheap disciple didn't seem to understand.

"Ah, yes!"

But just a single sentence would have such a big reaction, and Atsushi Nakajima's attitude towards Dazai was too timid, a bit like treating a shrine enshrined at home.

Although it looks like he is looking up to the gods, but in fact, because of his young age, Atsushi Nakajima just thinks that Mr. Dazai is very powerful. It must be true to listen to his words, and it is something to be happy to be praised by such a powerful person as Mr. Dazai.

To put it simply, it is "not knowing the severity".

Even now, when I answer, I probably think "I don't know what Dazai-san is talking about, but it's enough to say 'yes'" or something like that.

Dazai sighed, and suddenly felt a little lack of interest, he didn't really want to play this kind of house-keeping game with his children.

If he hadn't known about that mouse's plan, he and Atsushi Nakajima wouldn't have had any interaction in order to add trouble to that guy.

This kind of kind-hearted child made him at a loss. He looked for it with a purpose at the beginning, so what's the matter with being so sincerely thanked now?

Thinking of this, Dazai lowered his head in a dispirited manner, concentrated on his canned crab meat, and quickly ate all of it.

He put down the spoon, and raised his hand to snap his fingers to disperse this fantasy space, but seeing Atsushi Nakajima's dazed and slightly disturbed eyes, Dazai paused.

This kid is a bit stupid, it seems that Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand his promise just now when he made the decision, Dazai still gave a brief explanation of the sentence just now: "I owe you once, so you can leave the port mafia anytime you want." Ask me for help."

Without waiting for Atsushi Nakajima to be happy, he added on his own: "But other than that, we don't want to meet each other."

With a bang, the illusion of the restaurant shattered easily like soap bubbles, and the scene changed, revealing another layer of illusion space.

"Kufufufu, you are so cruel, I think I heard that child shouting 'Mr. Dazai'."

A tall and thin boy with a trident strolled over, and the pure black illusion followed him, rippling ripples around him, and the indigo mist rose and filled the air, like a light source dispelling the darkness, and red lotuses bloomed wherever he passed.

"And he has good aptitude. Although he is not talented in illusion, his future growth will be limitless. If I also have supernatural powers, I will definitely not let this disciple go."

"Actually, I've wanted to ask a long time ago. You like to put on such a fancy background every time you appear on stage. You want to tell me, are you as noble and pure as Hongren?" Dazai looked at him with a smile on his face.

Liu Dazai's movements froze, and the flash of embarrassment and anger on his face was very clear in Dazai's eyes.

The blue-haired boy smiled and lowered his head, looking at Dazai who was sitting on the ground: "It's the red lotus hell, and the red lotus is the karmic fire that burns the souls of all sinners."

Of course Dazai knew it, but it didn't prevent him from snorting softly after hearing this, with a slightly cold voice and a mocking tone: "But you and I are living well here, don't you think it's ironic?"

Liu Dao is silent.

But he has a firm mind, and it is impossible for Dazai to overthrow his belief so easily, but he also knows that even if he tells Dazai honestly, "It will be my turn after killing all the mafia", his collaborators will only sneer.

They are all villains.

This is beyond reproach, but he and Dazai would usually avoid each other's scars tacitly, but Dazai seemed to be stimulated today, and directly launched a big move without distinction between the enemy and himself, and Liu Dazai could only change the topic.

"The plan to defeat the Black Organization was a great success. The leader, Karasuma Renye, was arrested. Gin and Belmode were seriously injured and hospitalized. Most of their lower-level code members were arrested, and a small number of them escaped after receiving the news, and issued arrest warrants."

Dazai took advantage of the situation to divert his attention, put away the spikes on his body, and listened to everything.

"Now the police from all over the world are gathering together to count the funds, contacts, and scientific research materials left by the black organization," Liu Daoji's eyes flickered with sarcasm, "but the concentration of undercover agents infiltrating into the black organizations in various countries is too high, and their contributions are different. There are different opinions, presumably there will be a tough battle on how to allocate these resources in the future, and Rum feels that he is not their opponent and withdraws voluntarily."

This kind of thing was expected, Dazai felt that there was no need to cooperate with him to show sarcasm and waste emotion.

He put on an expression of "I know", and asked in a cold tone, "Have you found the antidote?"

Seeing the strangeness, Liudaoku nodded and said: "I found it, and someone sent it to you. That member named Shirley is indeed very powerful. She developed all the poison and antidote by herself, and no one intervened in the whole process. This This kind of talent has no human life at hand, and with the guarantee of Shuichi Akai, it seems that there is hope to be introduced to American research institutions."

But when he thought of the hostile gazes of the representatives sent to negotiate when he left the black organization, he couldn't help but smile: "But it's not necessarily true. After all, Shirley seems to be Japanese, right?"

Dazai was not interested in discussing cold jokes, he turned his face ruthlessly after getting the answer he wanted, and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me."

Originally, Dazai had a disposition of throwing it away when he was done using it. At this time, he should urge Liu Dao Mu to leave, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell him what he had experienced at the demon master in the past three days for the sake of his friendship for so many years. listen.

Of course, it is an edited version of the identity in the blurring process.

Dazai finally concluded: "I think according to this trend, the fusion of the mysterious and the real world is imminent. Maybe there are gods and monsters who have awakened in advance and started to lay out. On the human side, apart from those special abilities that can communicate with yin and yang and Besides individuality holders, if there is anyone who can see monsters first, it should be those of you who use the flame of death."

"The flames of death energy are closely related to vitality, willpower, and spiritual power. One prospers and one loses all. It is the power system closest to the source of soul and natural energy, so you will probably become the first batch of ordinary humans to come into contact with the mystery."

Dazai warned in a cold tone: "Get ready, don't die."

Liu Dao Mu didn't mind his attitude.

Because when he heard that the mystery was about to come or had already come, he was immersed in his own thoughts, and the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly.

Heart beating wildly, adrenaline soaring, Liudaokuo raised his hand to hold his right eye, felt the red reincarnation eye trembling under his palm, and felt that he had never been so excited like today: "Kufufufufu, is there really a god in the world?"

Dazai could deduce what Rokudokuku was thinking.

The reincarnation eye is a useful prop for him, and it was also the starting point of the tragedy a long time ago. Liu Daoku hated giving up his family for the sake of profit, and at the same time, he had mixed feelings about this eye.

Intellectually, he knew very well that if he was not a suitable person for the reincarnation eye, he would have died in the family's unscrupulous human experiments, but after he cleaned out the Estoraneo family, the reincarnation eye became a carrier of hatred.

Or a witness?

For so many years, he has been targeting the mafia all over the world, but if there really are gods in the world, it would be too irresponsible to casually hand over such an important authority of reincarnation to human beings.

So much so that Liu Dao Mu couldn't help but want to see the god who gave the eyes of reincarnation the power to pry the six realms of the underworld.

Really just meet up.

The author has something to say: Alas, the title of this chapter is another chapter made up mechanically