Hong Kong and black wage earners

1.0

[Timeline - 15 years old]

【Eve of Dragon Head War】

——He is an evil flower that should live in the dark quagmire by nature, and if cultivated properly, it will surely bloom beautiful flowers.

——Is this deformed, distorted, and disgusting feeling "love"?

Due to a year's salary advance, Takigawa Qingxian has been working for several days without closing his eyes, and is still chasing down the runaway members of a small organization in the middle of the night.

Angrily, the opponent took out his gun and fired a few shots indiscriminately, after which he was subdued by him three or two times.

After sending the coordinates to his subordinates with his mobile phone, Qing Xian yawned and was about to leave when he saw a person walking in from the alley.

"Dazai—"

"Aren't you afraid you won't grow taller if you still come out so late?"

Hearing the white-haired boy's words, Dazai Osamu burst into laughter, "I think this sentence should be given to Qing Xian, after all, you have been staying up late and working overtime lately."

"So what did you come to see me for at night?"

Osamu Dazai casually glanced at the man who fell on the ground, the coat draped over his shoulders swayed with his footsteps, and finally stopped two steps away from Ao Xian.

"We will be real colleagues from now on, and guess what... what is the first task Mr. Sen gave me?"

The boy's inorganic voice was full of casual joy, and a malice emanating from it seemed to be tentatively stretching out its minions.

"Not interested in."

The other party seemed to have expected him to say this, so he continued naturally: "It is said that someone saw the figure of the former leader appearing on Leibo Street—"

"If you talk about Saibo Street, you have to mention an organization——"

"sheep."

Qingxian was finally willing to give him a look, "Oh, so you are saying that the other purpose of Mr. Sen's assignment to you is to be the 'King of Sheep'."

"Perhaps, how can we guess what a calculating adult like Mr. Mori is planning?"

It seems that Dazai just came to share his first mission with him, and deliberately revealed to him that the king of sheep might be involved, and then said nothing.

Thanks, I was disgusted.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Mori gave me the silver hand-"

"Who should I ask to help me?"

"Mr. Guangjin." Qing Xian turned his eyes away from watching his performance, "Mr. Guangjin is the leader of the Black Lizard's hundred people, and his rich experience will definitely assist you in this mission."

"Oh? I thought Qingxian would want to get involved with this task—"

"What, it's boring."

"I really want to see what Qing Xian looks like when she begs for help."

Ignoring Dazai who was talking to himself, Qingxian changed direction and walked.

Let you down, he is also a boring existence who has no expectations for the world——

1.1

[Timeline - 15 years old]

[Early stage of the Dragon Head War]

— All good things have nothing to do with him.

——He doesn't deserve to be loved like this.

"Odasaku is really an interesting guy~"

There were attacks from other organizations at night. After completely eliminating all members, Osamu Dazai seemed to feel it, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"..." Qingxian has seen this person a few times occasionally, and only spoke to him when the other party shot to stop the surviving enemy organization members, he didn't know what kind of person the other party was.

Dazai continued, "I always feel that he will be a less boring existence in Qingxian's boring world——"

"But without fate, everything is empty talk."

Takigawa Qingxian didn't want to talk to him, he didn't care, the unexpected bond was troublesome for either party, and he didn't need such trouble because he just wanted to keep Yukiko alive.

However, this bond was completely shattered that night——

On that day, his consciousness came to the Taisho period alone, and not long after waking up, he received the news that Mr. Ubayashiki's house was attacked.

It was Mr. Ubayashiki, one of the very few who was willing to treat him kindly and allowed him to enter the Butterfly House. After receiving the news, he picked up an extra Japanese sword and followed the other members of the Demon Slayer Squad.

When he arrived nearby, he saw a scorching sea of ​​flames, and the smell of blood and flesh was mixed in the burning objects, wantonly occupying his nostrils.

And Guiwu Tsuji was still alive, and was ambushed by Zhu Shi in advance with a drug that could turn him back into a human. However, everyone was sent to the Infinite City before they had time to kill him.

A fierce battle with heavy casualties began immediately——

Those Shangxian seemed to have received Wu Mi's instructions in advance. After confronting Qingxian, they used the blood ghost technique to deliberately suppress him from using his right hand. After several fights, they took off his right arm.

"What about the gods?"

"With your right arm lost, you are too weak to be a threat—"

Weak...

Yes, he is too weak.

After losing his right arm, the severe pain almost tore his consciousness apart. Without taking timely measures to stop the bleeding, he could only let the blood keep gushing out, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and soon he became dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

Because of his weakness, he couldn't save Mr. Miyashiki's sacrifice, so he could only watch everyone fall into a bitter battle but could do nothing.

If he was strong enough, it wouldn't be the current situation——

Without his right arm, he has no power to resist, and his proud swordsmanship is no match for the self-healing ability of Shangxian Ghost.

When he was cornered, it was Purgatory who rescued him in time.

"Cheer up! Qing Xian!"

"You can't just admit defeat like this! Pick up the Sun Wheel Knife! Live!"

Purgatory himself also had many wounds on his body, half of his cheeks were stained red with blood, but those divine eyes still shone with unusually dazzling light.

live-

Ahh...he'll live.

Even if his hands and feet are broken, even if his body is drained of blood, he still wants to live with everyone.

At a certain moment, he sensed a body sleeping in another timeline, and with a slight movement of consciousness, he dragged it to the present time point and merged with his current body.

His right arm "grew" back again.

This time he was very cautious, using his left hand to help his companions recover from their injuries, while using his right hand to devour the unresponsive ghosts.

But in places he couldn't take care of, there were still companions who died in battle.

Among them is Miss Butterfly who has been taking him in and preparing rice balls for him.

He is not someone who cares much about life, whether it is his own or others', and he does not have a correct understanding of life.The life and death of others has nothing to do with him, but if the person who has bonded with him dies, it is a different state of mind.

After the right hand devoured the living things, it began to produce corresponding side effects, and the left hand retracted the wound to suffer the same pain, and the excessive use of the right hand's ability caused the inevitable result-loss of control.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble to everyone, Qingxian chose the fastest and most effective way to prevent the loss of control.

That is to cut off the right hand——

Before the dawn of dawn, the bloody white-haired boy hid his hands behind his back, while his left hand held the severed hand that had lost its temperature, and looked at everyone who had survived the bitter battle but was intact because of his supernatural power. The corners of the lips are slightly curved.

He was obviously smiling, but he felt so sad, as if he would disappear at any moment.

"All along—"

"I'm bothering everyone—"

The boy can't say goodbye, and it's too late to say goodbye. Even Yukiko couldn't say goodbye to her with tears when she cut her wrist for the first time, and it's the same this time.

After all, he does not belong to this era. When the two bodies are fused, the only place he can go is the place where Yukiko exists.

And he will still be the weak Takigawa Qingxian who can only survive.

1.2

[Timeline - 15 years old]

[Middle stage of the Dragon Head War]

——How can you love others if you don't even love yourself?

——He doesn't have such a thing as "heart".

The cut surface of the right wrist bone is very smooth, and the time for the severed limb to leave the body is not very long. With the current medical technology, it can still be reattached.

But Qing Xian hated the ability of his right hand very much, even if it had saved the lives of most of his companions, it still couldn't smooth out his disgust for this ability.

He will never forget the first time he lost control, Yukiko's screams after being swallowed with two arms, the rust smell in the room, and the scarlet liquid splashed everywhere.

Since then, it seems that Yukiko is no longer Yukiko, but another existence constructed by him based on fantasy. In other words, Yukiko has actually died in his heart long ago. In fact, it's just a hollow skin with Yukiko's skin, and the soul has already been riddled with holes.

And all of this is the result of his inability to control his abilities.

So he didn't accept almost everyone's proposal to take his right hand back. Only the persistent pain and disability could remind him all the time—how weak he is.

However, there are many things that cannot be done independently by living with only one hand, such as wearing blindfolds, driving, and sheathing knives.

Since he brought his body back from Taisho to the real world, he can no longer go there, so the previous promise to Dazai has come to an end, and the other party has no reason to stay in his apartment.

but--

"Hey... It's so troublesome. I moved the sofa and TV up, and it's too troublesome to move them back."

"Besides, you are disabled now. You can't do many things alone. Besides, Mr. Mori asked me to take care of you."

"It's so pitiful, Qingxian. Why do you treat yourself like this?"

The boy who was lying on the sofa playing video games had a tone of sarcasm and pity.

Looking at the other party silently, Qingxian also asked herself in her heart - yes, why did you treat yourself like this?

Sure enough, it was out of disgust.

It was only after the conversation with the companion who healed the supernatural power that he fully recognized his true face, and spoke of his self-righteous love so grandiosely.

He is actually a hypocritical, incompetent and pathetic monster...

Because I hate myself like this, I choose to keep pushing myself.

So...is he so pitiful in the eyes of others?

"If you're tired, just take a rest and do something you like to relax—"

After being dragged to a bar by Dazai, the man named Sakunosuke Oda told him so.

"After all, human beings are not machines, and there will be imperfections. If you are too stubborn, you will not meet expectations."

"Well, you're still so young, there's no need to get entangled in many things...Of course, I don't mean anything else, I just think you are very similar to me before."

Feeling the gentle touch of the other party's generous and warm palm on the top of the hair, Qingxian will feel better only at this time.

There is no pity, no sympathy, but the plain but warm comfort slowly knocks on the door of his closed heart, so that he can feel that he is not alone.

He is very grateful to Odasaku——