As a Hong Kong black humanoid, I am lucky EX

The neon lights of the port flickered, and the white light of a huge searchlight swept across the casement.

This was Mori Chiha's last night at the Port Mafia, and he would take the express train to Tokyo tomorrow morning.

Mori Chiha stood by the table in the house, stroking the blue daisies in the vase with his hands.When Youlan was here before, she was always taking care of everything in his house. Since Youlan died and he disappeared into the future, this room has no more vitality.These blue daisies were bought by him from outside.

He hoped that the room would remain as it was when he left.

"boom."

His door was kicked open.

Almost at the same time, he was dragged away by the collar and bumped into the corner of the wall, casting a shadow in front of him.Mori Chiu could feel the anger from that person even from a distance.

The hand holding his collar trembled slightly.

Borrowing the moonlight, Mori Chiha raised his head calmly and met the cobalt blue eyes in front of him.

"Zhongye." He said lightly.

This is the first time he has directly called Zhong Yuan by his name.

"Are you crazy, or stupid?" Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed his voice, "Because of that bastard, you actually want to leave... You want to break into a place like Mohuang Furnace alone! Are you uncomfortable, or are you uncomfortable? Are you happy? If so, why did you come back?!"

Mori Chiha held Nakahara Chuya's hand, trying to make him less emotional.

"Chuya, I have thought it through." Mori Chiha said slowly, "In the next month, I will be thinking about my own destination every day. My body has been transformed and imprinted with countless magic circuits. , has the ability to learn and progress quickly, and similarly, wears out more violently than normal people."

"I don't know how long this body can last. If I'm lucky enough, I should be able to live like ordinary people. I want to do as many meaningful things as possible in my limited life. My strength, I want to To protect my fellows; my luck, to spread hope."

"This is the future I chose, the future I couldn't have had."

Nakahara Chuya's pupils moved slightly, and his hands loosened: "What do you mean by an impossible future?"

Mori Chiha paused, and continued: "If there is no singularity of the time machine to change the timeline, I would have died in the battle of Einzbern."

Nakahara Chuya's hand was completely loosened, he took a few steps back in a daze, his eyes fell on Mori Chiha, and he no longer had the momentum he had when he came.

"Chuya." Mori Chiha looked at Chuya Nakahara, "You are the first person who made me feel sincerely warm since I came to the port mafia. I am always grateful to you. I also thank the port mafia for giving Everything to me, so I decided to fight with my life to get back what the organization wanted."

"Tch..." Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth fiercely, he pressed his hat, and there was a trace of unbearable in his eyes.

"Did you stay with that bastard all night that night?" Nakahara finally asked the question.

Mori Qianyu slightly staggered his eyes and looked at the ground: "...Yes."

Zhong Yuan, who was promoted to a cadre of the port mafia, already understood at this moment that his persuasion was futile, and the will of the person in front of him was very firm, and he would not change the slightest because of his words.

"You can do whatever you want." Zhong Yuan Zhong also turned and walked towards the door without looking back, "Let's say it in advance, if you come to me crying in the future, you will be kicked out by me. "

Mori Chiha watched Nakahara Chuya leave, reached out to straighten his ripped collar, and glanced at the bruise on his neck.

If only relying on this body can appease Osamu Dazai's heart, he can dedicate himself thousands of times.But no, the beating heart in that person's chest, and the melding of sex alone can't fill all the holes.The closer you get to him, the clearer this becomes.

The lingering lingering death is the longing for the long-lost warmth, like an abandoned baby crying for milk, behind the unsatisfied desire lies the cold day and night, which is a little lower than the temperature of the enchantment.

A sense of insecurity melted into every whisper he made.

"Dazai." Mori Chiha whispered softly, "What you pursue and what I expect will eventually lead to the same place."

"For this effort, let me take another step forward."

******

The JR train was speeding between the tracks, and Mori Chiha sat quietly in the carriage, with his back leaning on the seat, looking at the shadows of trees passing by the window.

What broke the silence was the ringing of his mobile phone.

Mori Chiha opened the lid and took a look. There were three characters written on it - "Osamu Dazai".

Mori Qianyu picked it up and said, "Didn't I say don't contact me first..."

"Qianyu, where have you been?" Dazai Osamu's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mori Chiha paused.

"Tokyo," he said.

Osamu Dazai on the other side was silent for a long time.

"Why so fast." Osamu Dazai's voice slowed down, "Before I got the news..."

Mori Chiha interrupted him: "If I'm fast enough, I should have gotten the things back before you got the news."

Dazai Osamu sighed.

"Where is the location?"

"I won't tell you." Mori Chiha's tone was firm, "I know it's difficult for you to obtain information now. You stay safe in Yokohama and don't act rashly. How many pairs of eyes are staring at you. Running around at this time is courting death."

"Chiba."

"Don't worry, I have a measure." Mori Chiu said, "I'm not dedicated enough to trade my life for my ideal."

This sentence is a lie.

"The task is also very simple."

This sentence is still a lie.

"It's better for you to think about your own affairs." Mori Chiha added, "I don't want someone in Tokyo to be notified that you have been arrested."

On the other end of the phone, Osamu Dazai laughed.

"Got it," he said.

Ten minutes later, Chiha Mori arrived at Tokyo Station. This was the first time Chiha Mori had come to a place other than Yokohama.Tokyo feels more like a modern metropolis than Yokohama, with towering steel buildings as far as the eye can see.

If this group of people knew that there was a huge energy source hidden under the bustling and gorgeous city that might explode at any time, I wonder if they would be so panicked that they could not sleep day and night.

The weakest defense of the magic furnace is every Sunday night, which is related to the energy reaction cycle of the magic.

And the magic stone, if there is no accident, is placed on the last floor of the magic furnace.At present, the specific number of layers of the magic furnace is unknown, and it is information that needs to be continuously collected.

Mori Chiha took out the folding fan and tapped it lightly on the palm of his hand, his eyes shifted to the sunny sky.

On Thursday, there are still three days before the hands-on.

The author has something to say:

Chiba and Dazai are more like soul mates, they understand what each other wants and respect each other's choice to fight for it.

The husband and wife are both engaged in their careers, let's compare who is more ambitious.

Thank you for the moxibustion landmine, thank you for the nutrient solution of gin, and thank you for your support.