Group Pet Career in Yokohama

"Rin Taro—" the trembling little voice was accompanied by the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Huh? What's the matter, Hill-chan?" Mori Ogai raised his slightly tired face from behind the desk.

"...Are you still working? It's hard work." Hill walked in slowly through the door.

"Oh, the so-called responsibility is as much as you have to do, so that's it." Mori Ogai stood up and walked to her side, bent slightly and said softly: "Is it because you can't sleep when you move to a new place? Or you don't like the room too much. What about the layout?"

"No." Hill rubbed his eyes sleepily, his big yellow eyes were no longer as bright as before, and there was a pitiful and lovely blush at the end of his eyes, "I was having a nightmare, so I was very scared, and I couldn't sleep because of the fear." His tone was hoarse Wronged again.

"Is that so... Hill-chan is unexpectedly afraid of some ghostly things." Mori Ogai fondled her soft hair.

So after a lapse of many days, Osamu Dazai suddenly received a lot of work, and he was buried in the most impatient Wenshanhuihai in the past, and there were four armed guards dedicated to guarding it. It was not easy to skip work.

"How about this? Hill-chan is resting in my office today, and I have to work for a while, so I can stay with you all the time." He said softly: "If someone is with you, Hill-chan can sleep in peace, right?"

"...Well." Hill smiled softly.

You've become gentler, Rintaro.

The slight flipping of documents and the rustling of pens are particularly reassuring at this moment.As the rocking chair swayed slightly, Hill snuggled up to Dazai Nyan, covered with a fluffy blanket, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

——This is a dimly lit classroom, and the setting sun outside is also groggy. Even if it shines in, it is immediately swallowed up by the gloom in the room. After the warmth is swallowed up, only an ominous red light fills the space.

Hill looked at this classroom without desks and chairs, the podium was empty, only a blank blackboard, and discarded toys were piled up behind it, each toy was tattered as if it had been eroded by a long time, and the incomplete facial features appeared All with weird smiles.

Suddenly, white translucent hands penetrated from the wall, twisting and swinging, even if they were separated by a distance, they could feel the coldness soaked into the bone marrow.

"What... what's going on?" Hill hugged Dazai in his arms tightly, his fear directly overshadowing his exploration of the unfamiliar environment.

"Shua Shua—" It was like the sound of some kind of reptile crawling on the ground.

A chill ran over Hill's back for a while, and she turned her head in vain—I saw dozens of mechanical limbs with human baby heads crawling on the ground, with black and red iron sticks stuck on the heads, densely dotted like blood spots. The canthus of the big eyes was about to split, and blood was slowly flowing deep in the hollow pupils.

Seeing Hill looking over, these monsters burst into bloody smiles all at once, and even the thin stitched silk threads at the corners of their mouths instantly collapsed, revealing the bright red flesh and white mandible inside, blood winding down the corners of their mouths. The ground, with the rapid movement of the mechanical limbs, is drawn into disorderly graffiti.

There are about a dozen of them crawling densely in the small open space, each one is slightly different, but they are all the same scary and disgusting.

Hill's brain, which was able to think calmly in the face of crises, was blank at this moment, black threads wrapped around her reason, and fear filled her whole heart for a moment.

Hill's hair was bristling, and she looked around in a panic, but she didn't find any escape door at all, so she quickly ran to the only window, but then the black and red shadow spread across the glass window, which was as firm as an enchantment. shake.

This was hell for Hill—the hell that Hill feared the most.

Those mechanical limbs continued to crawl in front of her deliberately, slowly forming an encircling circle and gradually approaching.

The sound of "duo duo duo" kept coming, dense voices crawled all over her back, and Hill, who had nowhere to escape, squatted down against the window sill and shrank into a small ball, burying his face tightly between his knees.

No matter how smart she usually is, she can only keep praying for someone to save her when she faces the thing she fears the most.

——So everyone is fine, come and save me.

... There seemed to be transparent tears passing by vaguely.

"Ah, it's so noisy."

A hoarse and lazy boyish voice came from nowhere.

The black mist moved, forming a burning flame, and a boy wearing a student hat and an old-style kimono appeared under the twine of two black ghosts, one red and one green in the center.

The surrounding white arms quickly dispersed like a natural enemy.

Floating lazily in the air, he looked at Hill suspiciously, "Huh?"

Immediately afterwards, his attention was attracted elsewhere, looking at the stained ground, he evoked an unpleasant smile, tilted his head slightly, and squinted his eyes that suddenly became dark: "The things you draw are too annoying. "

The coquettish tail tune carries a chilling deterrence.

He rushed out with the momentum of thunder, only dragging a black afterimage behind him.

"boom--"

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

……

The sound of objects hitting the ground and the sound of blood spattering came to Hill's ears one after another.

Hill curled up on the spot and blinked in confusion, watching the young man with a smile on his face, destroying and crushing all the things that were just showing off his might just now, and some blood splashed on her cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be very short and sometimes, Hill only knew that her heart beat 73 times during this period.

"Da, da——" The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was thick with blood.

The cold hand gently touched Hill's cheek, as if he wanted to wipe off the blood for her, but his hand was already covered with blood, and he would only wipe more and more.

Hill looked up and looked into his suddenly soft brown eyes.

... What a fickle kid.

Although the teenagers are about the same age as Dazai Chuya and them, those two teenagers who have already experienced the complicated adult world are more mature, let alone Dazai Osamu, who is more intelligent and close to a demon.

And the young man in front of him maintains more of a child's innocence in every word and deed, which is extremely innocent to the point of cruelty.

"Good--good, it's just a low-level spirit that is about to disappear." The young man gently stroked Hill's hair, squatted down and looked directly into her eyes, "Then how did you come here? Little sister ~"

He looks at all the people or things around him with pure curiosity, which is curiosity for interesting toys, and that kind of curiosity can easily tear the skin of everything.

"I fell asleep and came here as soon as I opened my eyes."

Answering his question truthfully, in fact, Hill is also very puzzled why she came here, but she can clearly distinguish that this is definitely not a dream, and she is definitely not an entity.

She looked straight into his eyes without fear, and the eyes also carried the deep curiosity of the boy in front of her, "I am Hill."

"Interesting~" He narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I'm Yukiji~"

The voice is sticky and soft.

"...Are you a ghost?"

The seal on his face and the strange figure floating around all showed his identity.

"Yes~" Tsukasa Yuki finished his answer cheerfully, paused, and suddenly lowered his tone: "You seem to be afraid of supernatural things, but I also belong to this kind of weirdness, ah, what should I do?"

The words revealed that he had been observing Hill for an unknown amount of time, and his smiling face became very strange, as if Hill's answer was not to his liking, he would crush her like those low-level spirits in the next second.

"...But you don't look scary at all, on the contrary, you're cute." Hill said with a serious expression: "What I'm afraid of is not the nature of the species, but the infiltrating expressions in those horror stories, so I don't care about you." I will be afraid of you."

"Haha...hahahaha!" He laughed happily, showing two sharp little canine teeth, and suddenly threw himself on Hill, put his hands on both sides of her cheeks, and slowly moved close to her face until the cold The tip of his nose touched Hill's face, and he suddenly asked, "Hey, do you want to draw with me?"

Hill also felt that it was boring to just stay in this space, so he might as well do something interesting with this interesting existence.

"Okay." She gently pushed Yu Musi away, stood up and looked around, slightly distressed: "But there is no such thing as a paintbrush."

"Hmph~" Teak chuckled proudly, pointing to the bloodstains on the ground and said, "Isn't this a ready-made paintbrush?"

Then pointing to the blackboard and the wall: "This is drawing paper."

Hill came to his side, dipped the blood on his face that was so thick that it hadn't dried up, and sniffed, "There's no fishy smell, that's fine."

She carefully placed Dazai in her arms on the clean window sill, knelt down and soaked her hands in a pool of blood, then came to the blackboard, paused for a moment and looked at Yuji with doubts: "Then what should I draw?"

He quietly watched Hill's series of behaviors, and suddenly the corner of his mouth opened Huami's arc: "You can draw anything! Xi~er~"

"Sijun, let's compete." Hill said solemnly: "Whoever draws a picture that can convince the other party wins." Simple drawing is meaningless.

She is quite confident in her painting skills, maybe not at the level of a master, but she is still a little proficient out of preference.

"Okay~" Teak Division's fingertips were stained with blood, and he walked slowly with the remains of a low-level spirit in his hand.

So the two immature but not human children became playmates and had a very pleasant time.

……

"...I admit defeat." Looking at Yukiji's soul painting, Hill gave up with a trembling voice.

After all, she thinks that her skills cannot reach the point where she can decorate the whole classroom into a supernatural scene with just a few smears. It is more horrifying than a murder scene covered in blood, and it is estimated that Osamu Dazai can compete with him up.

——The painting also carries a curse-type mental attack, and every second you look at it, you can stack a neurotoxin.

After calmly looking at Yuki Division for a while, Hill suddenly said: "Sijun, I'm leaving." It seemed that he had sensed something.

"Huh? I'm leaving?... But I don't want Hill to leave." Yuki teak hugged Hill's slender waist coquettishly, with his slender legs crossed and wrapped around Hill's body, "Always stay Is this not good for me?"

His brown eyes gradually filled with black mist, seething and trembling, he is the embodiment of greed at this moment.

I like it... I want it, I want it so much!

"We're already friends, aren't we?" Hill smiled softly, and raised his hand to pat the top of his hat-wearing head, "I'll still come to play with you—I have this hunch."

As soon as the words fell, Hill's figure gradually became transparent, and he walked as quietly as when he came.

The space became dead silent.

……

"Ha, ha...hahaha..."

After a long silence, Yuki suddenly gave a weird grin, "Then what kind of species are you? Xi~er~"

That force is so strong that even he can't resist it... Interesting! If Hill becomes desperate, it must be very "beautiful", right?I really want to see it!

Huge incidents took place in Yokohama's Minato Mirai district and surrounding areas this morning - many citizens cried and confessed their sins in the streets, alleys, home business districts... various places, and there was also a long queue in front of the police station. The scene was no less than a New Year's meeting Long queues lined up.

There are all kinds of people from the head, ranging from children aged four or five to old people aged eight to 90, and their identities range from ordinary citizens to heinous murderers and mafia.

However, it was useless, because the officers in the police station were in a mess from patrolling to the police station at the moment, weeping secretly in the office, crying like everyone outside.

——Everyone has done something they regret.

At this moment, these emotions are like floods pouring down from the gate, enough to crush a person of great perseverance.Maybe people have different regrets, but in front of this kind of pious repentance - everyone is equal.