Group Pet Career in Yokohama

"I'll call the hospital at the headquarters and ask them to send an ambulance." Sasaki immediately picked up the phone as he said.

It was too late to call an ambulance, Hill frowned, Osamu Dazai's current situation was extremely dangerous.

If his blood bar is 1, he will only have a thin layer of blood left, and he will continue to eat poison as time goes by, and he can even see the materialized " -[-]" drifted over his head.

The reason why he is still breathless now is purely because his vitality is different from the tenacity of ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died in the first explosion.

However, if she was right... Osamu Dazai should still be saved.

"I..." Osamu Dazai coughed up another mouthful of blood, and continued to speak with a smile.

"Archangel." Before he could utter his last words, Hill interrupted him.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up numbly, "It's useless...my superpower..."

——Before he finished speaking, he was resurrected on the spot with full blood.

Osamu Dazai: …………? ? ? !

Although Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai both think that Hill's ability is a supernatural ability, Hill doesn't think so. The information about supernatural powers he learned from Dazai Osamu makes Hill feel that supernatural powers are like companions of superhumans. It can exist independently even if it is separated from the host.

And one's ability is derived from the power of one's own life source. If he is gone, then the archangel is just a "dead thing" that rests on his own will.

But Hill was not sure about this, so he didn't tell anyone, but now it happened to verify Hill's conjecture.

Her ability——is not a superhuman ability.

Osamu Dazai froze for a moment in astonishment, all the pain and negative emotions on his body, even the dark wounds left by suicide in the past, seemed to disappear as if they had been washed away, and now he just felt as comfortable as diving into the soft and warm sunshine.

He looked at the brand-new suit on his body with some surprise, even the bandages were bleached and glowing white. If it wasn't for the car that exploded behind him, he would really think that everything that happened was a dream.

On the other side, the Sasaki and Hong Kong people watched in amazement that Osamu Dazai, who was about to die, seemed to be resurrected. If the wreckage of the car was not there, they would think that everything just now was a dream.

At this moment, they finally understood why the leader's first order was to protect Miss Hill's return intact.

This kind of powerful healing abilities is very important and precious to any organization, even in Europe where excellent abilities are everywhere, it is extremely rare. Thinking of the huge benefits and convenience that Hill can bring, those members in black suits They looked at Hill suddenly became a little eager.

A soft white hand suddenly stretched out in front of Osamu Dazai, it was Hill, and she was looking at him quietly at the moment.

Osamu Dazai subconsciously extended his hand to hold it.

The next moment-

"Ah... it hurts."

He was caught off guard by a violent headbutt from Hill, and soon, two streams of nosebleeds flowed down vertically. Osamu Dazai felt as if he heard a stream gurgling by his ears, and he fell back to his original position.

"Little Hill~" Osamu Dazai raised his head with teary eyes, the blood on his face made his delicate and delicate face a little funny, "I'm sorry... please forgive me."

Osamu Dazai was apologizing for "his plan put Hill in a dangerous situation", obviously he didn't consider that Hill would worry about him, he didn't dare to believe in any kind feelings from others, let alone take the initiative ask for it.

He always curls up in his own darkness, longing for the brilliance outside, but afraid to take a step.

No matter how well Osamu Dazai disguised himself with nightmarish clever strategies and icy ruthless alienation, he was in essence just a coward who dared not even touch cotton.

Because he believes from the bottom of his heart: Once he gets it, he will lose it, and once he is satisfied, it will be beyond redemption.

When everyone faces the unacceptable reality and subconsciously assimilates and hypnotizes himself, he walks on the edge of the world soberly and tremblingly.

Longing for death to end everything that makes him feel painful and boring, but hesitant to give up the "possibility" that may exist to pull him out of the abyss and bring him to the "world".

He lived too soberly and seriously, so the pursuit of survival became the pursuit of death at the extreme.

Standing quietly in front of Osamu Dazai, Hill lowered his eyes, "I won't forgive you so easily."

"...Really." Osamu Dazai smiled wryly.

"I won't forgive you so easily. I just made me so, so-so worried about this matter." As if to emphasize something, Hill pulled his tone and looked serious.

"..." Osamu Dazai stared wide-eyed and stood there in a daze.

Fragments of light flashed through the darkness.

After softening his expression, Hill said softly again: "You can't find the meaning of life if you just wander on the borderline between life and death, Dazai."

"Little Hill, you know..." Osamu Dazai moved his stiff legs and sat helplessly on the ground, like a child who has fallen and needs someone to help him. He raised a smile that was uglier than crying. Laughing, "Then...how can I do..."

"The meaning of existence is to be found by oneself, not defined by others, nor endowed by nature." Hill's goose-yellow eyes are decorated with the warm winter sun, which is extremely soft.

"I can't fill your loneliness, and I can't empathize with you - no one in the world can empathize with anyone, but... if you want, please hold my hand tightly and go find it with me —Look for it from the wider world.

"It's not so lonely if two people are together, isn't it?"

The last sentence, Osamu Dazai once said something similar when they first met.

Saying so, Ciel stretched out his hands, as if trying to pull Osamu Dazai out of the thorny bush.

Osamu Dazai hesitated a little, as if he wanted to restrain the sharp hedgehog carefully, but he couldn't wait to hand it over first. He looked at the two pairs of hands, one big and one small, which were clasped together, like two connected hands. a lonely world.

Hill looked at his white and slender hands, shook them with some force, and wanted to pull him up, but suddenly a strong pulling force came from the opposite direction, and she threw herself into Dazai Osamu's arms uncontrollably.

The holly-flavored warm embrace was a bit astringent, more like the fresh breath of green grass, his clear and shallow breath was next to his ear, and the bandaged hand was gently held on Hill's shoulder.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly, his iris-colored pupils calmly met Hill's light yellow eyes, as if he wanted to favor the shadow of the sun, his forehead was pressed against Hill's forehead, rubbing against Hill's like cubs hugging each other for warmth rub.

"That's settled—Xiao Xier will hold my hand tightly, and don't let me get lost..."

After all, he is very greedy. Once he catches it, he can't let it go voluntarily, unless...

His chin rested on the top of Hill's head, and his other hand ran along her back gently as if to comfort her emotions. His iris-colored eyes gradually became darker.

No matter what, the butterfly finally landed on his fingertips, and stayed for him for a while, didn't it...

The person in his arms kept struggling, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree. It wasn't that he didn't adapt to his embrace, or that he didn't feel comfortable in it, but——

Hill: I understand the truth, and I also understand that you are a little excited at the moment, but! ! !This is not the reason for you to rub my bloody face, I'm going to hit someone :)