Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

I took Dazai to the hot pot restaurant that I often come to. Most of the waiters in the store almost knew me, and a few handsome waiters secretly added a few more slices of hairy belly for me.

The boiling soup in the hot pot was steaming, and the temperature inside the room made a layer of water mist on the glass. I reached out to wipe off the layer of water mist and looked outside.

Directly opposite is the Ganghei Building and the huge Ferris wheel next to the building.

The weather in this small area was fine, the sun broke through the clouds and shone from the glass onto Dazai's soft brown hair, tracing a gentle orange light.

Holding chopsticks in his hand, which he was not used to, he picked up the contents of the pot and put it in his mouth. After a few seconds, he poured down the ice water next to him.

Although I can't eat spicy food, I keep sticking my chopsticks into the pot.

"Hot, hot, hot."

"Spicy hot hot hot."

His mouth was red from eating, and tears came from the corners of his eyes.

Dazai noticed my gaze, put down his chopsticks, breathed hotly and said, "I will be shy looking at me so affectionately and silently."

I look back, this man can always make me think he is handsome one second, and make me want to beat him up the next second.

He stopped eating, propped his head, and asked me in a deep tone, "Xiaobai, what's the matter with saying that punishment is a matter of longevity."

The eyes of Dazai looking at me were pitch black, hiding an invisible darkness.

"After all, allowing Mr. Dazai to continue to live in this world is also the reason why I continue to live in this world."

"It's really a selfish reason."

"It's only because Mr. Dazai once stretched out his hand to me. Women are the most unprovoked creatures in this world."

"I understand this truth now."

When I was six years old, my parents died in a bizarre car accident, and I was taken away in a coma by the organization.

Four years later, the police came across one of the strongholds I was staying at.The police thought that this stronghold was simply detaining abducted children, but they didn't know the crimes committed by the organization here.

When I was 14, I joined the port mafia and became a mediocre doctor.

I tried my best to keep my life alive, just to survive.

My combat effectiveness was not high, and I couldn't control my abilities well at that time. Sometimes I could save the lives of those injured mafia, but the price was that they would lie in bed for the rest of their lives.

Everything is equivalent, what you want to gain, you must lose something.

I lived in regret and trouble all day, and even had the idea of ​​how those people didn't just die.

The person who stretched out his hand in the struggle and pulled me deeper into the darkness was Osamu Dazai.

I kill for the first time.People are under the teaching of Dazai.

I couldn't sleep all night and all night, and my eyes were blood red when I closed them.I hate life passing before me, yet I'm doing what I hate.

As a member of the port mafia, I can't help but kill, that's what Dazai taught me.

When a doctor's hand is used to kill, guilt has come over me.

To be honest, the only reason for me to live in the dark at that time was to kill Dazai.

But the truth is, I can't beat Dazai even if he isn't the best physical fighter in the port mafia.

Later, I thought about it again, if I really wanted to kill him, wouldn't that allow him to get what he wanted?

Since he wants to die, I will not let him die. I want to watch him live a long life before my eyes.

I took out a tissue and wiped my mouth, "It's just my fault, Mr. Dazai underestimated me back then."

Dazai smiled and said: "Who told Xiaobai to hide this ability so deeply, I am indeed not Xiaobai's favorite Mr. Dazai."

I looked at the sun that was gradually hiding in the clouds, and said with a sneer, "The sun is out, Mr. Dazai hasn't finished daydreaming yet?"

"It's really sad."

After eating the hot pot, the sun was completely hidden in the clouds, and the raindrops fell on the ground little by little.

Dazai held up the umbrella, and I hid under it leisurely.

"Kurihara-san—help!"

"Hey, you little brat, don't lure me here!" I hid behind Dazai and pulled the belt on his windbreaker, "Mr. Dazai is relying on you."

Dazai pulled me to the front, "Xiaobai, I'm a battle waste just like you."

I looked at him and said confidently: "The same is the same, but Mr. Dazai is much more resistant to beating than me!"

Not far away, Fan Gao pulled Yang Cai to run in the rain and fog. Behind them was a man in military uniform, holding a sawtooth in his hand. The closer they got, the lower the temperature.

A layer of frost formed on the outside of the tall buildings behind him.

This person is the person who stole the sun wheel in the surveillance video, and I don't know if he can still be called a person.

The sawtooth dragged on the ground, and the sound of rubbing against the ground made Fan Gao run faster.

"what happened?"

"Hina and I received a commission to come to Yokohama to pray for a sunny day, but for some reason we came across this thing and kept chasing us."

"I understand the truth, but why did you lead people to me!"

Hodaka gasped and asked in doubt: "Doesn't Kurihara-san have supernatural powers?"

I was so angry that I said, "I am a healing department, healing department, hello!"

Fan Gao pulled his face down, "It's over now."

The people behind were chasing tirelessly, he didn't hurt anyone else, the only target was Hina who was being pulled by Fan Gao.

"Dead end."

Dazai stopped in his tracks, zigzagged backwards, and touched the man with his fingers, but there was no phenomenon of dispelling the ability.

He hammered Dazai against the wall with one punch.

"Dazai!"

He slid off the wall, coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, "Interesting, really interesting."

Even disqualification in the world cannot be nullified, I am afraid this is not a supernatural power at all.

I protected Fan Gao and they leaned in. I couldn't lock this non-human creature.

If I want to activate another ability of mine, it must be someone who can control it within the scope of my perception.

As for this expressionless gem man, I couldn't even sense the existence of his breath of life.

He glanced at Yangcai behind me, and waved the sawtooth in his hand. Just as he was about to approach us, a flash of black object knocked the sawtooth away in his hand.

With tears in my eyes, I looked at Akutagawa, who was dressed in black and looked like a mafia in the rain and fog, "Jie-chan, if you are a little later, I will become the ghost of this guy."

The powerful momentum rolled up the raindrops falling from the sky, and Akutagawa walked towards the jewel man step by step, "That's really a pity."

I was dissatisfied: "It's Mr. Dazai, what have you taught Jiechan to be! You give me back my lovely Jiechan!"

Akutagawa stepped on the water, splashing a splash of water, and the corner of the black windbreaker turned into a fierce beast, poking at the jewel man.

The fragments of gemstones fell to pieces in the air, and then fell to the ground and quickly gathered together from a pool of liquid, slowly flowing away, and the ice slag that was frozen on the wall also turned into water and dripped down.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Akutagawa turned and glanced at Dazai before leaving, "I've never been cute."

I helped Dazai up, and glared at him, "Jie-chan longed for Mr. Dazai's approval when he was a child, but every time I got a blow from you mercilessly."

Dazai bowed his head, and said slowly: "It doesn't make any sense for a person who needs others' approval to live in this world."

The raindrops that fell on the ground turned into small fishes, fell on my hands, and flowed back to the ground.

"He just regards you as salvation, what's wrong with him."

"That's right, but what he's wrong about is that the salvation is me."

I laughed, "Mr. Dazai is really ruthless."

Akutagawa was right, and I won't admit I was wrong.

"Hey kid, come with me, your safety detective agency is in charge."

Dazai raised his forehead and said, "I have to listen to Kunikida-kun's roar again."

"Haven't you heard enough?"

"It seems that I'm used to it."

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Are you interested in watching the double scum of the Hong Kong and black period?

No, there are more glass slags

I will probably wait until long enough before the end of the main text will be written.