I don't want to wear a small dress

"Next... who is it?"

Half of the bandage-wrapped teenager sat quietly on the hospital bed, the curtains were half drawn, and the strong sunlight that seemed to melt people away was sprinkled half a meter away from the bed, reflecting it, and blurring the ward a little. Very warm.

If it is photographed, it will die...? !

I don't know why this idea came to my mind. When I saw the doctor who came in, the boy tilted his head in confusion, and the gradually white sideburns swept across the cheeks with the same hair color, and the usual fierceness faded away. He recovered from a serious illness. , somewhat fragile and fragile.

he asked.

There was a bit of silence, he thought, what's wrong with this question?Now he really doesn't remember anything, his brain is like a formatted memory stick, empty.

There was a dull pain in the chest, it was a penetrating wound, and it was very serious.

"Very weak..." Someone said that, but he couldn't remember who the other party was at all, let alone the other party, he didn't even remember who he was.

... Trouble.

He raised his left hand and placed it in front of his body. The cold white skin and the bandage wrapped around the heel of the palm complemented each other, and he didn't know which was whiter.There are many scars on his hands, but...he feels that there should be calluses on his hands, the kind of calluses that can only be left behind by practicing.

"You don't remember?!" The doctor was so shocked that his face turned pale. Although the boy on the bed was young, he was notorious. The barking dog killed countless people, and dozens of arrest warrants about him were printed in the other world. This man's hands were dripping with blood, and even his soul smelled like sin.

Therefore, one can imagine how much shock it would cause when he sat on the hospital bed and looked at him from the side, asking such a sentence.

However, now that he was sitting on the hospital bed, without the black and heavy coat, he looked a bit like a teenager.

It was already afternoon when Zhongyuan Zhongye arrived at the hospital, and the winter sun was a bit lazy in the afternoon, against the light, he stood outside the ward, listening to the doctor's report, feeling a little headache.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the evil dog of the gangsters, Dazai Osamu's direct subordinate, and now the guerrilla leader of the leader, lost his memory two months after Dazai Osamu defected.

What kind of human suffering is this? !Dazai Osamu, that bastard mackerel, the black mud spirit in the world, was he born to restrain him? !The gravitational force didn't even think about it, a black cauldron was placed on the head of a certain guy named Osamu Dazai, no matter what the reason was, it must be Osamu Dazai's fault!He pressed his hat bitterly, next time he sees him, he must beat that bastard hard!

The most unlucky thing in his life was getting to know Osamu Dazai, how much work that bastard brought him after defecting!Now, inside the door, there is a new trouble!Ahhh, but he can't ignore it, his conscience can't bear it!

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The young man sitting on the bed had pale eyes, completely different from the vicious and slightly hysterical Akutagawa Ryunosuke in the past, and he who had lost his memory was like a blank sheet of paper—now facing a bowl of porridge, eating There is a feeling of doing math problems-in fact, it really doesn't need to be so serious.

"Good afternoon? Feeling better?"

The young man who was struggling with the supper (?) looked up, his light black pupils reflected his appearance, it was a completely unfamiliar look, and there was vigilance.

"I am Chuya Zhongya, one of the cadres of Hong Kong gangsters," Zhongya Zhongya frowned, "What do you remember?"

"...Sorry." The boy on the bed put down the spoon in his hand and looked at him politely. There was more than half of the tasteless porridge left. "I heard that my name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke and he is a mafia."

It is said that?It's over, I really don't remember anything.Mr. Nakahara, a mature and stable Hong Kong black cadre, felt his head was buzzing. The turmoil caused by Osamu Dazai's defection had not been completely dealt with, and this happened to Akutagawa, and there was more work to do.

His eyes swept across Akutagawa's body, and the large hospital gown made him look slimmer and thinner. As a boy, this kind of physique is really unqualified, but compared to this, his eyes fell on Akutagawa's chest, where, There is a scar running through the body.

Akutagawa has been in a coma for more than ten days. The doctor said twice that he couldn't be saved. A simple mission involved traitors from other organizations. Although the mission was completed, the Akutagawa people almost disappeared.

He was pierced through the chest by a bloody dagger, just near the heart. Fortunately, he woke up.Although amnesia.

"Do you... still remember Osamu Dazai?" Nakahara stared at those eyes, and blurted out the question.

The boy on the bed blinked slowly, his expression was blank, and his eyes were full of confusion: "Osamu Dazai?"

"who is it?"

"That's what he said? Don't remember anything?" In the rare and bright chief's office, the blond girl was quietly stacking blocks, and the purple-red eyes of the chief sitting at the other end of the long table flashed a dark light, "Is that so? ..."

"The doctor said that Akutagawa's body is recovering well, and he will probably be discharged from the hospital in a few days."Gang Hei's conscience flickered, but he still couldn't help protesting to the leader of Sen Papi, "However, let Akutagawa-kun rest for a few more days, such an injury."

"Of course, I'm not a devil, so why don't you give him three days off? What do you think?" The leader who wasn't the devil looked at his sharp blade leisurely, "China is also very busy, Hong Kong black people There are too few." As he said, he turned his head pitifully, his voice became whiny, with suspicious wavy lines, "Is it, Alice~ I've been really busy recently. We'll Let's go buy a skirt~"

Hearing this, the blond girl turned her head angrily: "No way! Rin Taro is an idiot!"

Zhong Ye: "..."

Akutagawa, who had no idea that he only had three days off, looked at the suit put aside, picked it up and put it down, and after a few times, made a voice of rejection.

"Brother, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?" The girl in the white skirt opened the door and came in, seeing her brother frowning, she couldn't help feeling tense. During the past ten days of Akutagawa's accident, she was probably the one who suffered the most. , Akutagawa Ryunosuke is her last relative. If she loses him like this, she doesn't know what to do, just like Ryunosuke puts her life on Mr. Dazai, she also puts her own life Pinned on the elder brother.

She didn't even dare to assume that she lost her brother.

Her brother was lying on the bed breathing weakly, as if he would never wake up again, which made her extremely terrified. Now, seeing his frowning, she was very nervous.

"It's okay, Yin, Yinjiang." Akutagawa turned his head and looked at Akutagawa Yin seriously.The girl had just cried by his bedside a while ago, as if she wanted to cry out all her worries, grievances and fears. After crying, she told him that her name was Akutagawa Yin, and she was his younger sister.

"Nezuko is the cutest little sister in the world!"

"My silver sauce is the cutest little sister in the world!"

When Akutagawa saw his sister, although he still couldn't remember who Gin was, such a conversation suddenly flashed through his mind, as if he was arguing with someone.So, he unconsciously said, "Silver Sauce is the cutest little sister in the world."

Akutagawa Silver: "Huh?!"

Is my brother possessed by some strange creature?How could you say such a thing? !

Thinking of her brother's usual style, Yin's skin color was as cold and white as her brother's, and a large patch of red spread, even the roots of her ears were the same. She opened her mouth, and Yin, Yin fell silent.

What, suddenly said such a thing.

My brother was obviously that kind of cold boy before, he would never speak if he could move, he was reckless and impulsive... and he was very straight.Now that I have lost my memory, I still say things like my sister is so cute... It was quite sudden.

"Can Silver Sauce help my brother get other clothes?" Akutagawa expressed his rejection of this somewhat gorgeous dress with his expression. He always felt that such clothes were not suitable for him. What should he wear? With?The memory in his mind can't be remembered at this time, which makes him very uncomfortable, as if he has reached the last step of a math problem and can't calculate the answer.

"Is there something wrong with this dress?" Silver's eyes fell on that suit. This dress was given to his brother by Mr. Dazai, and it was the medium to activate Rashomon. In other words, this dress is Rashomon itself. .

Moreover, does my brother still remember his superpower Rashomon?She couldn't help being a little worried, her brother had too many enemies, without Rashomon, it would be very dangerous.

"Too... Damn." Akutagawa struggled a little, "I don't like it."

"Besides, I'm going to dye my hair." After he finished speaking, he tugged at his sideburns, and took back the phrase 'like a lop-eared rabbit'. He always felt that after saying it, his image would be gone.In front of his younger sister, he still had to hold on. Although he had no memory at all, he was sure that this little girl was his younger sister.

Silver Sauce: "???"

After my brother woke up, his brain seemed to be broken?

"Then...brother, do you still remember Rashomon?"

Akutagawa frowned: "What is that?"

She couldn't say a word, or she didn't know what to say and looked at her brother. Finally, in the doubtful eyes of her brother, she left a good rest and left the room.

"Too motherly?" She recalled her brother's appearance in that dress, and fell into confusion.This question is a bit magical, and it dilutes even the sadness and worry that filled her just now. Oni-chan, who escaped from the dead, forgot her name, her superpowers, and Mr. Dazai. She is the only one who remembers her. , but Silver Sauce couldn't help showing a small smile, that's great, my brother is still her brother, and my brother is still there.

So, here comes the question, what kind of clothes does my brother think is not a girl?Silver Sauce scratched his head.