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

The tightly bound Gogol wriggled on the ground like a bug, his top hat was thrown on the ground, and Gululu rolled to the other side.

"Wow! You are too much!" Gogol complained loudly, "It's too much! So I won't play with you anymore!"

His neck suddenly shrank, and the rope that bound his whole body collapsed almost at the same time, hanging loosely on the ground.Immediately afterwards, Gogol disappeared, leaving only a knotted rope.

Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the other party disappearing just like that, and then finally realized: "So your move is time-sensitive?! You just told him to run away like that?!"

"No, to be precise, I, Furong Bingdi, did not hit him." Shen Yuehuan said thoughtfully, "At the last moment, he used his superpower to divert my energy, and that energy should have hit another life. body, so he can show the state of being hit. It seems that he can even use the ability to spy on the situation in other places... Tsk, what a troublesome ability."

"But at least we have figured it out a little bit." Osamu Dazai rubbed his face, although the sports car riding on his face did not break his skin and flesh because of [Chun Ni Hu Hua], but the effect of dynamic potential energy still made his face experience the feeling of being hit by a car The feeling - pain, soreness, and numbness.

Osamu Dazai even felt that his face no longer belonged to him.

"That's true. In theory, he should carry out the order to kill me...but he didn't." Shen Yuehuan echoed while putting the white jade pipe back on her waist.

"It seems [Five Decays of Heaven and Man] are not consistent internally." Dazai Osamu covered his face and wobbled on the sofa, "Wait, Shen Jun, be careful!"

Shen Yuehuan couldn't find anyone within his field of vision, so he directly gave himself a south wind spit moon like a conditioned reflex... But it wasn't until he felt a pulling sensation in his waist, that he realized that his waist was sticking out. one hand.

That was Gogol's hand.

He pulled the white jade pipe from Shen Yuehuan's waist, and retracted it into the space created by the supernatural power.

A piece of paper fluttered from Shen Yuehuan's waist to the ground.

Shen Yuehuan frowned and picked up the piece of paper, looked at both sides, only to find that there were several Suwei words written on each of the four corners.

He tried to sort these word links and arrange them into a sentence.

【довстречи! Досвидания.Уважаемыегоспода,надеюсь,чтовследующийраз,когдаяувижувас,яполучусольихлеб.] (Goodbye! My dear gentlemen, I hope that next time we meet, I can receive your salt and bread.)*

Osamu Dazai leaned over to read the note with him, and when they saw the end, they both smiled with great interest at the same time.

"It's him." Osamu Dazai said, "Judas in [Five Decays of Heaven and Man]."

"How should I put it, you use this to describe him and make me feel the disgust of Buddhism and Christianity mixed together." Shen Yuehuan shrugged, "But you are right...but what is his purpose?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while: "He is a lunatic."

"The people in [Five Decays of Heaven and Man] are almost all lunatics." Shen Yuehuan said.

"No, that's not what I meant." Osamu Dazai sighed, "I mean—he's a [martyr] walking on his own ideal path...for this he will do whatever it takes, just to achieve this result .”

"The result he wants is freedom." Shen Yuehuan was thoughtful, "Even survival is a cage for him."

"People are not born free." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and began to think, "When you first came into this world, your father, mother, and all your relatives were the shackles that bound you."

"The same goes for friends and companions." Shen Yuehuan nodded, "So he wants to kill Fyodor, because Fyodor is his friend and has also become one of his prisons."

"So we don't even care about the devil for the time being... what is more important is who executes the plan." Osamu Dazai said, "The screenwriter is useless the moment he handed over the script, unless another investor asks him to revise the script." .”

"[The Rats of the Dead House] is an intelligence organization." Shen Yuehuan said, "their number of supernatural beings is not many. Those who can act according to Fyodor's wishes are mostly just guys who owe him favors... Besides, Gogo took my pipe."

"So you can fake death?" Osamu Dazai thought for a while, "Then where do you plan to start?"

"Pretend to be my cousin." Shen Yuehuan shrugged, "Don't tell Zhongye about this."

He showed Osamu Dazai the photos of the two of them, one was a fat blond man, and the other was a long-haired man in a waiter's uniform.

"Who are these two?" Osamu Dazai asked looking at the photo.

"Fyodor's friends, and his subordinates." Shen Yuehuan said, "Pushkin, the supernatural power [the plague epidemic banquet]...just judging from the name, the reason why Mr. Fukuzawa is unconscious now is not related to him. It doesn't matter."

"What about the other one?" Osamu Dazai frowned.

"Ivan Goncharov, the supernatural ability [cliff]," Shen Yuehuan paused, "Although I don't know the actual effect of the supernatural ability, I think it should be related to the soil or the stone."

"Okay, I understand." Osamu Dazai made a gesture of understanding, "There was indeed a scuffle here, but we need a corpse."

Shen Yuehuan found a [city man] from the [border town], took out the [Lian Jinni] that was the heart, and filled the whole [city man] body with pig blood.

"Gogol can completely take out my heart, but he is not sure whether my supernatural power has been activated." Shen Yuehuan shrugged, "It seems that Fyodor is going to test me again after he is free. ...I'll go face to face with him first, and I'll leave it to you in the flicker."

"Don't worry... But if Mr. Mori and the others don't succeed, who will they attack?" Dazai Osamu thought for a while, "It must have an influence on both China and PortMafia and the Armed Detective Agency." ..."

"Sister Hongye." Shen Yuehuan said, "She's the only one—but I don't think they have a high chance of succeeding, after all, Xiao Jinghua is still with Sister Hongye...but it's more likely that they will attack Mr. Mori again .”

"I arranged for Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa to go to Mr. Mori's side." Dazai said, "It is enough for the president to have Yosano, Tanizaki and Kenji guarding him."

"Where is Ranpo and Kunikida?" Shen Yuehuan frowned.

"They are handling the case at the police station," Osamu Dazai said, "Fyodor is not going to confront the authorities now."

"Sigh." Shen Yuehuan sighed pretentiously, "We did a good job of blocking the news about our flower planting - he still doesn't know that I am the owner of the family, and I was the one who injected the capital. My cousin doesn't know who he is at all."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help but burst out laughing: "It's too miserable, Majin."

Shen Yuehuan stood up and patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder: "Okay, I'm leaving—be careful yourself, don't keep making people angry."

"Where are you going to hide during this time?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Go back to the country." Shen Yuehuan blinked, "Go to the Miao village, as long as the devil doesn't come to find me in person, no one will find out where I am."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth: "Remember to come back quickly - I don't want to be beaten by slugs instead of you."

Shen Yuehuan only made a gesture of receiving, and disappeared in [Border Town].

When Nakahara returned home, he found that his home was a mess.

The supercar I parked in the underground garage was thrown into the living room by someone, and half of it got stuck in the big hole in the wall due to the impact.The glass on the glass tea table has been shattered for unknown reasons, and glass shards are scattered all over the place.

Osamu Dazai was sitting dizzily against the wall, his head hanging down and motionless, as if he was unconscious, and the other side was covered by the sofa, only the lower half of his lover's body lying on the ground was exposed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong.

He listened intently, and found that there were only two breathing sounds in the entire room - one came from himself, and a more shallow breathing sound came from Osamu Dazai leaning against the wall.

Zhong Yuan also felt his heart skip a beat, as if his heart had stopped suddenly, and then started beating violently.

So he decided to wake up Dazai first.

He took out a piece of facial tissue from his pocket, rolled it into a ball randomly, and threw it in the direction of Osamu Dazai—the paper ball with superpowers was directly smashed against the wall by Chuya Nakahara, and Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall. The wall smashed through, and there was a loud "boom".

Dazai Osamu's body suddenly changed, and his body was tilted "piaji" and fell to the ground.

The coldness of the ground and the pain caused by the reaction force awakened Osamu Dazai from a coma.

He sat up abruptly, then pulled out the gun from his pocket and pointed it in front of him.

"Hey, Dazai." Nakahara Chuya said with a dark face, "Show me clearly before drawing/gun!"

As if realizing that Chuya Nakahara had returned, Osamu Dazai helped his dizzy head and retracted the gun in his hand.

"Shen Jun...how is it?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"I still want to ask you—" Zhong Yuan stood still at the door, "What happened to him? I didn't hear his breathing."

Osamu Dazai's expression suddenly became serious. When he stood up and turned his head to walk towards [Shen Yuehuan], he bumped into the sports car stuck in the hole in the wall. In the end, he sat back on the ground in a daze and slowed down for two minutes. Seconds later, she crawled to [Shen Yuehuan]'s side.

He touched Shen Yuehuan's neck.

"He has no pulse!" Osamu Dazai's hands were trembling, "He's not right—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also no longer cared about keeping the scene, he rushed in and knelt beside [Shen Yuehuan], tentatively stretched out his hand.

"Hello? Don't scare me." He pressed on the heart of the man lying on the ground, and immediately found that the feeling on his chest was not right.

It was soft there, as if it was filled with some liquid.

"Get out of the way." Dazai Osamu looked serious, "I learned a little bit of medical skills from Mr. Mori, let me see, Chuya."

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave up his position without saying a word.

When the situation was serious, Osamu Dazai would call him "little slug", "black dwarf", "hat stand" and other messy nicknames back to the serious "Chuya" ".

The circumstances of Shen Yuehuan's suspected death are of course considered serious... especially the place where the other party died was his own home.

"His heart is missing." Osamu Dazai said, "It seems that the supernatural person did it."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback: "What kind of supernatural power have you encountered? Aren't you able to nullify supernatural powers? Why do you still let him succeed?"

Dazai Osamu sighed.

"Because the opponent's supernatural ability is space transfer." He said, "We all caught him, but he escaped, diverted our sight and came back again, and knocked me unconscious... Although I Shen Jun was fine when he passed out, but I don't know what happened afterwards."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, he stared at Shen Yuehuan lying on the ground for a long time: "Where's that pipe?"

"It was taken by the other party." Osamu Dazai replied.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Cremate him."

Osamu Dazai was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I always feel that he is still alive." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said softly, "This person on the ground is not him."

"No, it's him." Osamu Dazai looked serious, "Even if it's not, it has to be."

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood immediately.

He nodded, indicating that he understood... But he still couldn't help asking: "What about others?"

"I'm back to my country." Osamu Dazai said with a strange expression, "He said he was going to come here after pretending to be his brother... Anyway, just treat him as dead."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped his face.

"I see," he said finally.

The author has something to say:

*About salt and bread: In the past, at least in Pushkin’s time (probably), salt was a very precious thing in Russia. Therefore, in order to show the importance to guests, they would treat each other with salt and bread.

Also: I pulled the Russian language directly from Baidu Translate.If there is a mistake somewhere, please help the little cute who learns Russian to modify it, thank you very much!