Miss Izumi

Quan's force value is not high, unless he encounters an unavoidable situation, he usually chooses the time when the target is most relaxed and vigilant.

Although he lost his memory, the caution engraved in his bones still made him take the same course of action.Now it is also attacking the Central Plains, and naturally it is no exception.

However, he was a little surprised to find out.Compared with his previous goals, Chuya Nakahara's spirit is more tenacious.It will undoubtedly be more difficult to drag him into the illusion.

Fortunately, the other party drank a lot of wine before, which gave Quan the opportunity to sneak in.

Although the sharingan illusion can't directly peek into the memory of the target person, as long as there is a little guidance to let the things in the opponent's subconscious appear in the form of "fragmented dreams", then Quan can naturally get the information he wants.

From Nakahara Chuya's dream, Izumi added common sense about the world, knowing what is a TV, what is a traffic light, and what is a car...

Interestingly, he also discovered that the first time Nakahara saw him was not in the bathroom of a bar, but on the main road during the day.The car that honked at the spring and startled him was driven by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

So it seems that they are related?

Of course, such an insignificant thought only appeared for a moment, and then Quan threw it to the back of his mind.

In addition, Izumi even saw Osamu Dazai dressed in black in Nakahara Chuya's dream.

"Shuanghei? These two turned out to be partners..." Quan pondered for a while, and he didn't seem very surprised. "No wonder he knows his behavior pattern like the back of his hand."

Quan had a good understanding of modern common sense and the distribution of power groups in Yokohama, and was about to stop, but unexpectedly, a sudden accident happened, which caught him off guard.

Yokohama in the dream is peaceful.The blue sky was clear and bright, with white and soft clouds floating above it.

But this almost picture-scroll-like scene was mercilessly torn apart by a pair of black sharp claws.An invisible and intangible external force "boomed and boomed" impacted this glass-like fragile world constructed by the dream.

Accompanied by bursts of crisp "click" sounds, the whole world spreads out deep or shallow, long or short cracks, during which it continuously forks and spreads upwards.

Not long after, the brightly colored world was shattered all over the ground, revealing the weird world behind, only black and red.

And here, Quan saw the owner of those black sharp claws.

what is this? !!

He was startled.

It was a huge, black and terrifying beast.I can't feel any emotion from it at all. Compared with living things, it is more like a natural disaster like a typhoon or an earthquake.

Could it be... a tailed beast? !

For some reason, such a noun suddenly appeared in Quan's mind the first time he saw that thing.

Wait a minute... What's a Tailed Beast?

Such doubts did not bother him for too long, because the current situation did not allow him to study these issues in detail.

No matter what that thing is, the aura emanating from it is undoubtedly dangerous to Quan, an "outsider".

The moment I looked at that thing, the alarm bell in Quan's heart rang immediately, and he yelled words like "danger" and "escape" at him almost crazily.

He made a decisive decision and quickly withdrew.

But before he could completely evacuate, that thing appeared in front of Quan and gave him a severe paw!

"!"

The spirit was severely wounded, and Quan felt his head ached like being pricked by thousands of needles.His complexion was pale, he was sweating profusely, his eye sockets became hot, and two lines of red blood dripped out!

Unfortunately, Zhong Yuan Zhong also covered his head with one hand, his brows were furrowed, and there were signs of sobriety.

Quan didn't care much, and quickly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, resting his head on his shoulders, preventing him from noticing the strangeness of his face.

The severe pain in his head made it unnecessary for him to pretend at all. When he opened his mouth, painful groans overflowed.

There was a bit of crying in his voice, which sounded weak, like a wounded cub, and he could only hum intermittently.The only thing I can say is: "Chuya, sir...it hurts..."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was hugged by Quan, was also shocked suddenly.

While he was in a trance, Quan dragged him into the illusion again.It's just that this time, Quan no longer explored his spirit deeply, but constructed an extremely fragrant dream for him - as if he was so familiar with it that it was not the first time he had done so.

Quan was a little relieved when Zhongyuan Zhong also fell into the illusion again.

He beat sparrows all day long, but he didn't expect to be pecked by sparrows one day.

Quan's back molars creaked, obviously very angry.

What exactly is that thing in Zhongya's spirit?

And when he saw that thing, what was the "tailed beast" that popped up in his mind?

Questions followed one after another, Quan frowned, and couldn't help rubbing his throbbing temples.

No matter how uncomfortable it is now, he has to cheer up to deal with Nakahara Chuya, who is temporarily trapped by his illusion, and dare not relax his vigilance at all-who knows if the other party will wake up halfway like just now?

Zhongyuan Zhong must really wake up and realize what Quan has done, and the latter's life will definitely be lost.

Helpless, the pale-faced Quan had no choice but to endure the discomfort, and piled up illusions layer by layer, not forgetting to always pay attention to the situation of Zhongye in the Central Plains and make corresponding adjustments.

Although he got the information he wanted, the price he paid was unexpected.

Quan's eyes became incomparably deep, coupled with those three-goo jade writing sharing eyes, it looked really strange.

He stretched out his hand, wiped off the blood on his face expressionlessly, and then rubbed all the blood on the sofa.

"You caused me such pain, you have to make up for it in the future."

the other side.

The investigation on the monitor was fruitless, and the man in black called Zhongya Zhongya, planning to report the matter to him.

But the strange thing is that the man in black made several calls in a row, but Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer them.

He was puzzled, and his first thought was that there was an emergency at the bar, so Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't take care of answering the phone.

Thinking of this, he took a few people and rushed back to the bar again.

All the way to the private room where they drank before, everything was normal.

The man in black first knocked on the door of the private room, but no one answered, and then pressed the video phone, but still no one answered.

So he opened the door directly.

"Excuse me, Zhong...?!"

Seeing the two people lying on the sofa overlapping each other in the room - one of them had the familiar ocher hair, he suddenly realized something, the unfinished words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak anymore.

The companion beside him gave him a sharp elbow.He reacted in a jerk, and bowed ninety degrees to apologize: "Sorry to disturb you!"

The door was quickly closed by him.

The Hong Kong and Hei people waited at the door holding their breath for a while, and they were relieved when they found that the people inside didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it.

They looked at each other, and one of them said: "Let's take turns on duty tonight, don't let the guy who doesn't have long eyes into it."

The others nodded in agreement.

And in the room they misunderstood.

Quan, who had a very ugly face, pressed himself hard, and Zhong Yuan, who had already fallen asleep, also lifted it, slowly crawled to the corner of the sofa, and curled himself up.

His spirit has been severely damaged, and coupled with the long-term and high-intensity use of Sharingan to maintain the illusion, it is now at the end of his strength, and he has a terrible headache.

Now that Chuya's subordinates from the Central Plains have returned, he is finally relieved, and he no longer has to worry about whether someone will break in suddenly.

Thinking of this, he finally fainted in relief.

Early the next morning.

The two men in black standing by the door and yawning were suddenly startled by the sound of the door opening.

They thought it was Zhongyuan Zhongye who came out, and they were just about to bow to say hello, but they didn't expect that it was not their boss who came out, but Quan.

The other party didn't seem to expect that there were guards at the door. The moment he saw them, he was frightened and quickly retreated behind the door.

"..."

The two men in black looked at each other.

After a stalemate for a while, when they didn't know what to say, Quan spoke.

"That, that... cough cough cough!"

Through the crack of the door, Quan's voice, which was so weak that only breaths could be heard, came, accompanied by a burst of rapid coughing.

His hair was disheveled, his face was flushed sickly, his nasal voice was heavy, his lips were pale and dry, and he was in a bad condition visible to the naked eye.

"I... that..." Quan coughed and said hesitantly, "Yes, I'm sorry... May I ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another sound in the room.

Zhong Yuan, who was lying on the sofa, also woke up.

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat up with one hand supporting his body, and the other hand covering his head that was throbbing with headache, frowning, looking very uncomfortable.

The taste of a hangover is very bad.

And this time when I was drunk, my headache was worse than the previous few times, why is that...

Is it because I drank a lot yesterday...

He remembered that he was first poured by his subordinates in turn.Then I went to the bathroom and came back and drank another bottle or so.After that, the little girl came to their private room with the wine, and he was sent away by a note...

Because he was quite upset at being teased, he rushed back to the bar, drank a few more bottles of wine, and then...

Probably because he was very drunk, the following memories were no longer coherent, and only some fragmentary images flashed in his mind... Finally, he froze at a certain moment.

I don't know what came to mind, Nakahara Chuya's movement of rubbing his temples suddenly froze, his neck turned like a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of "click, click".

He looked to his side for the first time - there was no one.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he breathed out halfway, he was shocked by the mess on the sofa and the glaring blood stains on it and froze on the spot.

Almost subconsciously, he turned to look at the door.

The pale-faced Quan trembled in fright at the sudden gaze on his body, hugged his knees and curled up in the corner, not daring to look up at him at all, as if he was some kind of scourge.

"..."

Zhong Yuan's mind went blank.

After a long silence, a dirty word blurted out.