Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The sound of "plop" was heard in Fu Zhenhong's eardrums.

Fu Zhenhong stopped in her tracks, and saw a suspicious floating object floating on the cold water in the area where the huge splash was splashed.

[As expected of a suicide lover, even the way of appearance is so special. ]

Fu Zhenhong stared at a certain floating object with great interest. In her pure black eyes like ink, she neither saw the helplessness and panic of others committing suicide, nor did she intend to jump into the water to rescue her.

Fu Zhenhong's gaze could even be said to be indifferent, and he didn't look at it for long, but within a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze.

Just when he was about to continue walking, he suddenly heard a panicked exclamation——

"Mr. Dazai!"

The thin boy with short silver hair quickly ran past Fu Zhenhong, jumped into the river, and rescued Dazai who was trying to commit suicide by drowning ashore.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the silver-haired boy dragged Osamu Dazai to the bank just in front of Fu Zhenhong, blocking Fu Zhenhong's path that should have been going forward impartially.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the handsome young man two meters away who was pressing the comatose Osamu Dazai's chest, trying to wake up this suicide lover.

The silver-haired boy's complexion is very pale, and his figure is also very thin, which is the slow growth caused by long-term malnutrition.

"Mr. Dazai, you have nothing to do!" His voice was full of worry and concern, not deep and magnetic, but with a sense of immaturity that only belongs to teenagers.

This is a kind and gentle boy by nature.

The silver-haired boy Atsushi Nakajima saw that Osamu Dazai had already spit out the swallowed water under his chest compressions, but he still had no tendency to wake up, so he became more and more flustered.

Although this was the third time he had rescued Mr. Dazai who was trying to commit suicide this month, he was still terrified by the scene before him.

Fu Zhenhong moved from the boy's anxious face to Mr. Dazai who was being muttered by him.

Fu Zhenhong thought of Mori Ogai's words, really counting the time, he and Osamu Dazai hadn't seen each other for almost six years.

The boy who was full of vigilance and guard against him at the beginning has grown into a tall and handsome young man.

Osamu Dazai is very smart, but when a person's mind is too shrewd, he will be left alone in a world that is farther than most people can see.Fu Zhenhong looked at the comatose young man quietly.

The icy river water wet the young man's face and clothes, and the fluffy black hair of the other party fit smoothly.The young man's fair and flawless face was covered with moist and translucent drops of water. Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, his thick black eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her foot and walked over, and said to Atsushi Nakajima, who was drooping his head in frustration, "You can try to wake him up in another way."

Fu Zhenhong's voice is not very quiet and cold, but has a hint of sandy sensuality, like fine sand slowly flowing from between the fingers, a little low, falling into the human body. There was a slight itching in the ears from time to time, and under the cold moonlight of early spring, there was a bit of seductive longness and temptation for no reason.

Hearing the voice above his head, Atsushi Nakajima immediately raised his head. After seeing Fu Zhenhong's face, he froze in place for an instant.

In fact, he just noticed the man standing not far away, but because the night was too dark, and because his mind was on Mr. Dazai, he didn't see clearly what the man a few meters away looked like. appearance.

For a moment, he almost thought that he had met a sexy ghost who likes to seduce everyone by the river in the middle of the night.

It wasn't until the other party's too dark and deep eyes showed obvious displeasure due to his long-term gaze that Atsushi Nakajima suddenly recovered from his thoughts.

Fu Zhenhong squatted down in front of Atsushi Nakajima, and following his movements, the silver-haired boy could smell the faint fragrance emanating from this strange man. Atsushi Nakajima couldn't tell what it was, but felt very It smells good, like a mixture of honeysuckle and tobacco.

This not strong fragrance poured into the tip of his nose, which made Atsushi Nakajima feel a little inexplicably nervous.

"Pain will make people wake up," Fu Zhenhong took out a delicate scalpel from his pocket without any scruples in front of Atsushi Nakajima.

The scalpel was carried by Fu Zhenhong. It was not only a tool for saving lives, but also a weapon that could kill silently.

The clean and flawless silver blade exuded a harsh and cold light under the white moonlight. Although there was no trace of dirt or blood on the blade, there was a sense of danger and blood for no reason.

Atsushi Nakajima was a little scared.

The corner of Fu Zhenhong's mouth curled into a small curve. It was obviously the most beautiful face, but at the moment it looked like a ghost hiding in the boundless darkness.

"Use this knife to cut his fingers." Fu Zhenhong took Atsushi Nakajima's hand, the cold temperature of his fingertips made the silver-haired boy's body tremble unconsciously, trying to break free, But as if being held back by some kind of force, Fu Zhenhong could only let Fu Zhenhong move.

By the time he reacted, the scalpel had already been placed in his palm.

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened, and before he could make any response, a suicidal madman who was still in a coma finally woke up slowly.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Dazai Zhi, and Dazai Zhi also stared at Fu Zhenhong, their gazes collided in the air.

In the next second, Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the ground, his eyes lit up, he immediately got up and held Fu Zhenhong's hands, "Beautiful stranger, would you like to have a perfect martyrdom with me?"

Fu Zhenhong hadn't answered yet, but Atsushi Nakajima, who was startled by Osamu Dazai's sudden awakening, said subconsciously: "Mr. Dazai only died in love with beautiful ladies, didn't he?"

"Don't worry about those details..." Although he was replying to Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai's gaze was still on Fu Zhenhong.

He held Fu Zhenhong's hands tighter, and held them against his chest. His wet black hair was pressed against his fair and handsome face, and his iris-colored eyes were full of expectation.

"Let's die for love together." He once again extended an invitation to Fu Zhenhong with a smile.

Fu Zhenhong did not speak, neither denied nor agreed, he glanced at the hands held by Osamu Dazai, then raised his eyelids, and looked at the black-haired man who was eagerly waiting for his answer youth.

Fu Zhenhong's silence made the atmosphere a little strange.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at Osamu Dazai who was full of expectations, and then at Fu Zhenhong who was expressionless. He moved his lips, wanting to say something to break the silence, but he didn't know where to start.

He couldn't get into this weird atmosphere, he always felt that Mr. Dazai knew this beautiful man, but the situation in front of him was that both Mr. Dazai and this beautiful long-haired man acted like two people. When people meet for the first time, they are completely unfamiliar strangers.

Probably his illusion.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her hand, and the corners of her lips curled up a bit coldly: "Do you think I will agree?"

"You have to give it a try, don't you?" He lowered his beautiful iris-colored eyes slightly, shook his head and sighed in disappointment: "Sure enough, a beautiful lady is cuter." Fu Zhenhong stood up, and said with a half-smile: " You should probably see a psychiatrist."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, without waiting for Osamu Dazai to answer, she directly bypassed him and Atsushi Nakajima and continued walking.

Dazaizhi looked at the back of Fu Zhenhong leaving, and a very deep dark light flashed in the depths of his kite-colored eyes. He just stared at Fu Zhenhong for a long time, and only looked away when he couldn't see her at all.

The bright smile on his face that should have been full of vitality and vitality has completely faded away, replaced by a kind of indifference and awe that has never been seen before.

The cold moonlight shone on him, and the moonlight stretched his shadow a little longer. He lowered his head slightly, and the broken black hair faintly covered the expression in the depths of his eyes, staining his face with a dark spot. eyebrows.

Due to the angle, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't see the expression in Osamu Dazai's eyes, he just instinctively felt that Mr. Dazai was extremely strange at this moment, and his whole body was like a star that merged with the sinking night sky, following the floating clouds The occlusion turned into a kind of boundless and deep darkness.

not an illusion...

The man who just left might have known Mr. Dazai once.

Atsushi Nakajima was thinking about it, and at this moment Osamu Dazai stood up as if nothing had happened, "Go back."

As soon as Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he sneezed loudly.

"Hmm... In this season, it's easy to catch a cold if you commit suicide by diving," Osamu Dazai rubbed the tip of his nose and sighed aggrievedly.

Seeing Osamu Dazai who had returned to his usual appearance, Atsushi Nakajima silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Sure enough, Mr. Dazai felt more at ease with the current Mr. Dazai than the silent and cold-looking Mr. Dazai .

"Give me the knife, something too sharp is too dangerous for you." Dazai Osamu took the scalpel from Atsushi Nakajima while speaking, and put it in his pocket.

..............................

As soon as Fu Zhenhong returned to the hotel that Belmode had arranged for him, Mori Ogai called him.

Fu Zhenhong thought that the other party would say something related to Osamu Dazai or that friend, but she didn't expect that Mori Ogai just said good night to him and hung up the phone.

As for this serious lolicon, to be honest, Fu Zhenhong didn't know him well. Although both of them were doctors and were in charge of a huge dark organization, they had too little contact and met only a handful of times.

Based on Mori Ogai's contacts and influence in Yokohama, perhaps the fact that he met Osamu Dazai tonight has already been known by the other party.

The other party's intentional good night call was not so much a simple condolence as a landlord, it was more appropriate to say it was a temptation.

On the second day, when it was almost noon, Fu Zhenhong woke up from the bed.

After washing and tidying up, he went to Jinjing Hospital at a leisurely pace after having lunch.