As a Hong Kong black humanoid, I am lucky EX

At the beginning of July, cicadas sing.

Daylight floods the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and a few bouquets of blue daisies are inserted in the vase with sacred relief on the small square table.

Mori Chiha sat directly in front of the round mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

The ends of his bundled hair are scattered at the moment, the neck-length silver hair and the hanging hair tips are smooth and shiny. If Mori Chiha, who is an artificial human, stands still, it looks like a display in a shopping mall window. doll.

Someone was combing his hair with a wooden comb. It was a young woman who looked to be in her early 20s.She was wearing a white corseted nun dress, with a silver cross hanging around her neck, with a faint smile on her face, gentle and peaceful.

"Lord Qianyu, I'll change your clothes for you," the woman said.

As she spoke, she picked up Chiha Mori's kimono, and reached out to the collar of Chiha Mori's pajamas.

His hand was held by Mori Chiha in mid-air.

"Yulan, I'll do it myself." Mori Chiha didn't take his eyes off the mirror.

The woman called "Yulan" didn't insist anymore, but retreated obediently, and put the kimono on Mori Chiha's bed.

Mori Chiha first met Yulan on the day after the car accident happened a week ago.

Mori Chiha woke up at midnight, and when he woke up, there was a person sitting on the bed next to him.Looking against the moonlight, the man's right hand was splinted, and more and more bandages were wrapped around his body.

That was Osamu Dazai.

As if aware of Chiha Mori's gaze, Osamu Dazai turned around. There was no smile on his face, but no other expressions. He just looked at Chiha Mori like that, as if looking at a transparent person.

Mori Chiha's waist was injured, so he couldn't get up immediately, and could only turn his head to respond to Osamu Dazai's gaze.

They looked at each other for a moment, Mori Chiha sighed, and spoke first: "Dazai-kun."

He didn't call "Mr. Dazai", nor did he use his usual respectful and obedient tone.

Dazai Osamu's face melted like an ice floe, revealing a bright smile.

"Is Qianyu-kun going to be honest with me?" Dazai Osamu also used honorifics, "Ah, let me guess, what do you want to tell me? About your own supernatural power? Or why? Do you want to deliberately conceal your ability?"

Osamu Dazai jumped out of bed, and stood beside Mori Chiha's bed with brisk steps.

"No matter which one it is, I'm willing to listen." The smile on his face faded, and his kite-colored eyes looked at Mori Chiu, as if his gaze could penetrate the body and directly reach Mori Chiu's heart.

Mori Chiha was silent.

Osamu Dazai is very smart, or in other words, he is so smart that people have to be extremely wary of him.

What Osamu Dazai wanted to know, Chiha Mori could more or less guess—information was always the most precious thing, and no one would think that they had too much information.Mori Ogai invested a lot of energy in the "Twilight Night" project. There are three participants in total, and even Mori Ogai has little knowledge of the situation of the other two.

The person who is most familiar with the situation is Mori Chiha who has been implanted with a lot of basic information.

Mori Chiba let out a long breath: "It's really... very troublesome, Dazai-kun."

"Because I am actually a very timid person. Sorry, please let me use the word 'person' to call myself."

"Cowardly and afraid of death."

"Isn't it ridiculous, I don't have the characteristics of a 'killing tool' at all, do I?"

"The moment I woke up, I almost drowned and suffocated because the memories implanted in my brain burst into bursts."

"My superpower, you should have guessed it, it's called "Lucky EX", and it's a skill that's suitable for daily life. But, it probably won't satisfy the leader too much."

"I don't want to be reduced to a tool, and I don't want to be soaked in that turquoise liquid again. However, as long as it is for a smooth survival, whether it is a knife or a gun, I am willing to learn anything."

"Even my own body can be used, you just use it."

Every word is sincere.

Mori Chiha locked his eyes on the ceiling, and he spoke again.

"Dazai-kun, what else do you want to know?"

Silence turned into air and flowed between the two, and suddenly, Mori Chiha noticed that the sense of oppression released from Osamu Dazai disappeared.He saw Osamu Dazai turn around and continue to walk briskly back to his own bed.

"Qianyu." Dazai Osamu showed a slight smile, "I think you should continue to call me Mr. Dazai."

Mori Chiha was startled.

Huh?

Is this...for the time being, I agree with my "disguise"?

Osamu Dazai seems to...do not want to pursue further.

Mori Chiha thought to himself.

Osamu Dazai must have found something more interesting in him than these things.

Until you fully understand Osamu Dazai's intentions, when you are with him, just continue to be an obedient kitten.

***

In the early morning after early morning, Mori Chiha's body suddenly changed.

That wave of pain came in an instant.

From his toes to the tips of his hair, every muscle and every cell in his body is clamoring for expansion, the sound of sharp iron blades grinding against each other fills his ears, and the cycle of scorching heat and icy cold caresses his internal organs alternately. He heard a nearly suffocating sound of inhalation from his throat.

It hurts...it hurts.

"Chiba!" Osamu Dazai immediately stood beside his bed.

If Mori Chiha was in Dazai Osamu's position, he would find a series of turquoise marks flashing across his body, just like the electric circuit on a precision instrument.

Osamu Dazai reached out and touched him - the situation did not improve, this was not a mutation caused by Mori Chiha's special ability.

The door of the ward was swung open, and a woman in white rushed in, holding a test tube sealed with a cork in her hand, half filled with a transparent liquid.She stood beside Mori Chiuha's bed, pulled out the cork and was about to hand it to Mori Chiuha's lips.

An arm stopped her.

The woman looked up in surprise, and saw Osamu Dazai with a faint smile on his face.

"Miss." Osamu Dazai's pupils reflected the silhouette of a woman, "It seems that the medicine prescribed by the doctor does not include the one in your hand."

The implication is that Osamu Dazai will not easily allow something of unknown origin to be fed into Mori Chiha's mouth.

The transparent liquid in the test tube swayed gently, and the turquoise marks gradually climbed to Mori Chiha's cheeks, the veins on his neck and the back of his hands burst out, the slender needle of the infusion was broken, the pupils of his eyes were spreading, and the pain paralyzed him nerves.

His breath seemed to come from an old broken bellows.

"Master Qianyu!" The woman shouted anxiously.

Sir Chiba?

Osamu Dazai retracted his arm slightly, the faint smile on his face disappeared, and the iris-colored eyes that were not bound by the bandage looked at the woman in front of him.

"I see, you are from the Einzbern family." Osamu Dazai said.

This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Einzbern, one of the three companies involved in the production of Chiha Mori, provided Chiha Mori's body prototype and the magic liquid used to soak Chiha Mori.

The woman nodded, and the cross on her neck swayed slightly with her movements.

"Please let me save him," she said.

The urgency and sincerity in her eyes didn't look fake.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand.

With a grateful look on the woman's face, she gently and carefully lifted the back of Mori Chiha's head with her white gloved left hand, and poured the liquid into Mori Chiha's mouth with the test tube in her right hand.

Mori Chiha swallowed the liquid medicine unconsciously.

The liquid went all the way down the throat, and the marks on his body gradually weakened and disappeared.

The light returned to his eyes, and at the same time, his smooth breathing was restored.

He's safe for now.

Obviously it only happened within a few minutes, but in Mori Chiba's view, it seemed as long as a century.If the Einzberns came a little later, I don't know what would happen.

Although the nick is gone, the pain has not completely disappeared.

Mori Chiha didn't want to try this experience a second time.

Osamu Dazai reached out and pulled out the broken needle on Chiha Mori's body, and sealed the wound with adhesive tape.Osamu Dazai's right hand was bound with a splint, but he still completed this series of movements smoothly.

Osamu Dazai set his sights on the woman again.

Seeing that Chiha Mori was safe, she showed a reassuring expression on her face, then she took a few steps back slightly, and saluted Chiha Mori and Osamu Dazai, her posture and angle were perfect.

Her name is Yulan, and she comes from the Einzbern family.Originally scheduled to arrive in Yokohama the day before, due to a heavy rain, the plane failed to take off on time, so she had to change the route, and the road was delayed for a long time.

When she learned of Mori Chiu's whereabouts from the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters, she hurried over just to feed Mori Chiu with the bottle of medicine—the potion that he was supposed to drink on the spot when he was born.

"I'm really sorry, Master Qianyu suffered because of my mistake." Her posture was very low.

According to her introduction, she is going to live in Yokohama this time - to take care of Mori Chiha's daily life as Mori Chiha's maid.

take care of?

Today, a week later, Mori Chiha, who was sitting in front of the mirror, thought of this word again.

It should be "Surveillance".

The android has already been born, and Einzbern's hand cannot be stretched so long to come to Japan, so someone has to keep an eye on him.

Port Mafia on one side and Einzbern on the other.

This feeling of being caught in the middle is really uncomfortable.

That being the case, I must not live up to their expectations. This is the quality that an excellent tool person should possess, isn't it?

Whether it's his own supernatural power, or the power from the Einzbern family.

Twisting the tail of her hair with her fingertips and winding it upwards, Mori Chiu half-closed her eyes facing herself in the mirror.

The turquoise marks surfaced on his body again, but quickly disappeared, like burnt fireworks in the starry sky.This time, there was no pain or twitch, as if he had deliberately turned on some kind of switch.

Mori Chiha tilted his head slightly and smiled.

Look, isn't it easy?

About "learning".

The author has something to say:

The title of this chapter is "Cicada", after the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole.

The three companies involved in the production of Mori Chiha, really, none of them can worry about it.

The magic circuit is supposed to be invisible in the body, hereby I changed the setting of fate in order to match the effect of the magic liquid, hereby explain.

PS: Mori Chiha, you can believe in yourself, you are really a top student.

Thank you moxibustion mines.

Thank you little angel for the nutrient solution: 60 bottles from Sanya; 10 bottles from the Great Demon King of the Universe.

Thanks for the support!