[Zhongzhu Wenye] Medicine specialization is amazing, isn't it?

Atsushi Nakajima is dreaming.

He was walking alone in the wilderness, and the cold white moonlight above his head shrouded his figure like a veil.

At the end of the wilderness is a forest.He hurried through the forest, and found an old and dilapidated altar in a clearing in the center.

Burned incense candles and rotten tributes were placed beside the altar, as if someone had come here a few days ago to place incense candles and tributes, praying to the altar for the mercy of the gods.

The grass, trees, flowers and trees behind him fluctuated slightly with the night wind, making a rustling sound, as if something was quietly approaching from behind him——

The moment he realized this, he felt the hairs on his back standing on end. Even though he knew that he could wake up from the dream by opening his eyes, he couldn't open his eyes no matter what, and he couldn't see what was going on. Stare at his back.

Does he really want to wake up from the dream?What exactly is the scene in the dream?Why did they choose him? The more he wanted to know, the more Atsushi Nakajima wanted to give up the idea of ​​opening his eyes.

He gradually began to forget that this was a dream, and the burning gaze behind him was gradually forgotten by him.

Atsushi Nakajima just stared at the altar, as if he wanted to engrave it in his mind.

Just as the altar became more and more clear in his mind, somewhere, there was a faint roar of a tiger.

That place seemed far away, but at the same time it seemed close at hand. Atsushi Nakajima was startled by the roar of the tiger, and the pattern on the altar that he had remembered in his mind was emptied in an instant.

At the same time that the altar disappeared from Atsushi Nakajima's memory, the wilderness, forest, and altar incense candles he saw in the dream also shattered like glass in a mirror, revealing a pure white space behind this scene.

A tiger with black and white fur was lying down and taking a nap in this space. Seeing Atsushi Nakajima coming out of the broken dream, he just opened his mouth and yawned with a low growl.

So Atsushi Nakajima stepped forward cautiously, tentatively touched the white tiger's back.

Under the soft fur, the hard bones and strong muscles are evenly distributed around the back, which makes people love it.

He pondered for a while, then tentatively asked: "Baihu, do you know what happened just now?"

Baihu ignored him.

"Where is that mountain forest? Who is that altar offering sacrifices to?"

Baihu shook his head, stood up suddenly, shook off his hand, and sniffed at his neck.

"Do you know what that dream means?" He asked while trying to reach out and touch the top of the white tiger's head.

The white tiger flicked his tail and gently knocked off his hand.

With this gentle force, he finally felt that he could open his eyes.

So he complied with his own wishes and opened his eyes—what was reflected in his eyes was the ceiling of the hotel where he lived the night before.

The fine sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, he tilted his head, and saw Osamu Dazai quietly getting up from the bed, and he tore off Kohanokuni Kida Doppo's notebook without any hassle.

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima asked tentatively, "What are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai obviously heard Nakajima Atsushi's question.

His movements didn't froze obviously, but he soon found a reasonable reason.

"Atsushi-kun, haven't you noticed that something is wrong with Kunikida-kun?" Osamu Dazai handed the paper to Atsushi Nakajima casually, showing an expression of being in control.

Nakajima Atsushi looked solemn.

He looked at the watch that Oda Sakunosuke gave him when he was 15 years old, and the pointer on it was pointing to eight o'clock.

"Mr. Kunikida...can't wake up?" Atsushi Nakajima frowned, "Mr. Kunikida should have sorted himself out at this time, and is going to open the door of the Armed Detective Agency."

"Although the sound of crumpling paper is better than plastic bags, it is still a noise that human beings can't stand." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "I just rubbed the paper in his most precious pocket book next to his ear He hasn't woken up yet."

Atsushi Nakajima: ...

"Mr. Dazai, does this have anything to do with you tearing up half of Mr. Kunikida's pocket book?" Atsushi Nakajima asked suspiciously, "You don't need to use so much paper to wake Mr. Kunikida, right? And why did you Why don't you try scratching the glass with your key card?"

"Good idea." Osamu Dazai jumped up, picked up the key card on the bedside table, turned around and left, "I'm going to move that glass coffee table now—"

"Wait, Mr. Dazai, have you tried touching Mr. Kunikida?" Atsushi Nakajima said, "Could it be because of the supernatural power?"

"Hey, don't bother!" Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "Ah, ah, even in a coma, Kunikida-kun will know the process—after all, when you are half asleep and half awake, sometimes it is the time to memorize things the most. .”

"...Is that so?" Nakajima Atsushi blinked.

"That's right, that's right." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

"I don't believe it." Atsushi Nakajima said, "Your expression is exactly the same as Mr. Kunikida's expression on weekdays."

"Oh, that's really a pity." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "I'm telling the truth this time."

"Okay." Atsushi Nakajima sighed, "I'll tell Mr. Kunikida later, and let him remember to record it in the notebook."

"But it's hard to say whether they will wake up or not." Osamu Dazai touched his chin, "My supernatural power has special effects, so I should wake up...but why did you wake up too?"

"I'm not very clear, because I seem to have been dreaming before I woke up... so did someone use supernatural powers on us?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at Miyazawa Kenji, who was sleeping soundly next door, and asked hesitantly road.

"Be confident, Don-kun, remove the word 'is it?'." Osamu Dazai smiled, "You said you had a dream? What kind of dream?"

Atsushi Nakajima told Osamu Dazai about his dream in this way.Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and then looked at Atsushi Nakajima: "Hey, Atsushi-kun, do you know... the nightmare-eating tapir?"

Nakahara Chuya was walking with Shen Yuehuan on the outskirts of Tokyo right now.

As the only cadre among the five cadres of PortMafia who often travels to the field, he has of course been to Tokyo many times.

It’s just that he usually comes to Tokyo for work—either to suppress or negotiate, or to just roll up his sleeves and fight with each other. It’s rare for him to walk leisurely on the outskirts of Tokyo like this.

It just so happened that the weather was fine, and it was the time when the flowers bloomed in warm spring, and it was rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to fold two winter jasmine flowers with great interest.

Those two tender yellow winter jasmine flowers floated lightly in the air after being covered with a layer of faint dark red light, and under the control of Zhongyuan Zhongye, they landed in Shen Yuehuan's hair.

For a while, it seemed that two interesting hairpins were pinned on Shen Yuehuan's head, which made Shen Yuehuan, who was about to reach the age of youth, a little more lively.

Shen Yuehuan didn't seem to notice it, he was still playing with the long white jade pipe with his hands behind his back, walking briskly ahead.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked, and a strange look flashed in his blue eyes.

"Yue Huan—" he stopped beside Shen Yue Huan and called out in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

When Shen Yuehuan faced Zhongyuan Zhongye's problems, he would always get used to letting go of everything in his hands, and first told him in detail what Zhongyuan Zhongye wanted to know, until Zhongyuan Zhongye understood it. Just continue to do what you did before.

So this time is of course no exception.

Shen Yuehuan stopped her steps, turned around and looked at Chuya Zhongyuan who was standing behind him waiting to move.

Turning around, the two winter jasmine flowers on top of his head became the only bright spots in his dark body, and the two bright yellow flower bones were fixed by the side of his ears with fine black silk, looking like a girl's usual bangs. flower clip.

"Pfft." Nakahara Chuya finally couldn't hold back his laughter.He simply smashed the jar, and laughed out loud "hahaha".

Shen Yuehuan didn't know why, so she lowered her head and looked at her body - he was wearing a ripped army jacket that covered him tightly today, and before going out, he also checked his skirt and confirmed that he was wearing a right-hand jacket Instead of a left arm for the dead...

Until two golden winter jasmine flowers fell from his head.

Shen Yuehuan was silent for a while, and asked, "Zhongye, do you like winter jasmine?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed twice: "Yes, I really like it, the winter jasmine is very beautiful."

Shen Yuehuan narrowed her eyes, showed a smile, and then walked in the direction of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"What are you going to do?" Zhong Yuan was finally pinned down on a tree by Shen Yuehuan, and stared at Shen Yuehuan who was smiling like a spring breeze with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, I just want you to wear my favorite flower." Shen Yuehuan took out a Feiyue flower hairpin from the package during the Flower Festival event, "And I don't blame you - after all In ancient my country, hairpins were only worn when they were married or when the number one scholar was parading through the streets."

"Really?" Zhong Yuan's blue eyes lit up.

"Yes, it's true." Shen Yue laughed happily, "Just wear it for me once, okay? Huh?"

"Then, this time." Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his head slightly, motioning for Shen Yuehuan to put the flower hairpin on for him.

Shen Yuehuan pinned the bright red crabapple flower on Zhongyuan Zhongye's temples, and the crabapple flower blended in Zhongyuan Zhongye's enthusiastic and flamboyant ocher hair, but it didn't look obtrusive at all.

"How is it?" Zhongyuan Zhong also touched his temples, and when his fingertips touched the flower hairpin, he retracted subconsciously. The ear tips hidden behind the flower hairpin had become hot, and a thin layer of red was flying on his cheeks.

"It looks good." Shen Yue smiled happily and leaned over to kiss Zhongya Zhongya on the forehead, "No matter what color Zhongye is, it is very suitable."

"Yes, is that so?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also stammered in response.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Shen Yuehuan took Zhongyuan Zhongye's hand and led him to continue walking, "Back to the previous question—"

We were looking for an interesting sect. "

"Sect?" Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, "What religion?"

"Eternal Bliss Sect." Shen Yuehuan said, "When and by whom this sect was established is unknown, but the earliest record I found in the Ghost Killing Squad was in the Edo period."

"It is reported that the sect has been enshrining the son of God with colorful pupils for a long time, and most of the congregation has remained at around 200 people." Shen Yuehuan shrugged, "So this time we are here to see what is enshrined by the Bliss Sect of Wanshi Bliss. Not a ghost."

"But even if it's a ghost, it's not our turn to take action." Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little puzzled, "We don't have a sun wheel knife in our hands, and it's unlikely that the Wan Shi Bliss Sect will come up and be beaten by me directly, right?"

"Well... That's a problem." Shen Yuehuan pondered for a while, "Then let me do it."

"Are you coming?" Nakahara Chuya frowned, "You have to use your abilities as little as possible now, right? Can you do it?"

"Let's not say that men can't do it, anyway, you should also believe in my strength?" Shen Yuehuan smiled wryly, "If I don't open [Border Town], I won't have any problems."

He looked at Zhongyuan Zhong and sighed suspiciously: "Think about it, when we were playing Yiwozuo before, I was able to stop him and retreat a considerable distance at the same time."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of Shen Yuehuan's receding more than ten meters with one lunar finger.

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Shen Yuehuan added fuel to the fire at the end: "And, aren't you still here?"

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So Zhongyuan finally agreed, but he was still not at ease: "Then you must be careful, and don't fight hard."

Shen Yuehuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry—had he been too salty all these years, so that Zhongyuan Zhong hadn't seen his strength intuitively at all?He, a little gymnastics prince, is not afraid at all!

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Update - make up yesterday's.

It depends on the situation and will be posted in the evening.

In recent years, Brother Chen has been too salty, too lazy to fight, and he also uses remote control skills when fighting, so Zhong also feels that Brother Shen doesn't have attack skills, and he has to protect Brother Chen, after all, Brother Shen is a tit.

Brother Shen who was blocked behind Zhongye: ...

Brother Shen: Although Zhong is also willing to protect me, I am very happy, yes...but I don't really need it...I can hold your compressed gravity bomb with a south wind and a moon, and I can dispel it with a breeze and dew Your dirty state.

However, I don't know either.

On the other side, Dazai and Tondon began to approach the truth, and Kunikida Doppo and Miyazawa Kenji were forced to go offline because they were possessed by supernatural powers.

Dazai's ability nullification seems to be able to work only if he comes into contact with the possession of the ability or the person with the ability, so he can't call Kunikida and Kenji Miyazawa.

Dun Dun was able to wake up because of the help of the moon (da) under (mao) beast (mao), who smashed the dream caused by the supernatural power with his claws.

Everyone should understand the dream-eating tapir when it comes out—Tachibana Kukai’s sister, the Kagura in the prototype Onmyoji, has a supernatural ability [Nightmare Tapir], which can create special dreams, and people trapped in the dream cannot wake up.

The reason why Dun Dun dreamed of the eerie and terrifying altar was because he was affected by Kyogoku Xia Yan's supernatural ability [falling with objects], which led to why [Nightmare Tapir]'s dream became like this.